His teeth skim the bottom of my lobe. “I thought she’d never leave.” A shiver rakes my spine. “I already played my game, now, it’s time to show me whatyougot.”
On a fit of laughter, I take off, him following right behind.
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Rory
Cole’sgriponmetightens more than it already is, unwilling to let me go. His lips brush feverishly across my mouth, jaw and, finally, neck.
My back arches off the bookcases as his fingers slip below my belly button and into my jeans.
He bites at my chin. “Keep it down, Princess, we’re in the library after all.” He’s scolding me but I can hear the amusement there. We both know this room’s empty.
Hardly anyone ever used KPA’s library, especially not this late. The lot outside basically empty after the game was over.
Smirking, I grab at his shirt, pulling him into me, kissing him deeply. The plumpness of his bottom lip stretches as I pull it between my teeth. Tasting the faint metallic of blood.
“My girl wants it rough,” he growls. Face alive and full of conviction. Ready to give me whatever I want.
I respond by leaning in and running the tip of my tongue over his mouth. Lapping up the small amount. The smell of sulfur and desire passes my nose.
Normally I never thought I’d be into something like this, but Cole makes me crazy. Guess my type is falling for the devil himself.
An untamed, feral grunt rumbles deep in his chest. My heaves grow, panting the longer his fingers continue to torture me.
Working me savagely. In and out, in and out.
That familiar pressure builds, and just as I’m about to come, he pulls out. His mouth twists dangerously and my eyes narrow on him.
“Iceman,” I bark, beyond frustrated.
“I told you I wantyouto showmewhat you got.” His eyes glitter in the darkness. “Time to pay up, Princess.”
He must read my confusion because he clarifies seconds later.
“Just so you’re clear, Iamgoing to fuck you against these bookshelves.Hard, savagely, and until you’re screaming my name past your lips, I won’t stop. Maybe not even then.”
A shiver rakes my skin at the anticipation. I know he’ll made good on that promise.
His mouth hooks into a curve and I know I’m in trouble.
“But I need that pretty little mouth of yours to do something for me first.”
I can feel him watching me, but I’m starstruck watching as he undoes his pants. His erection twitches, springing free before he grabs himself. Gripping at the base, he starts to move his hand.
My palms dampen, greedy with anticipation, watching. The veins around his cock as thick as they are angry.
His gaze wicked as his breathing shallows. “You want this?”
I lick my lips and his pupils blacken with the same lust-filled intensity as before in the gym. Actually, that look never left, the hunger in his eyes there long before that. Now he’s just free to act on it.
Another pump and my mouth salivates. A small bit of precum drips out. “Is this yours, baby?” His voice more strangled than before. That grittiness turning me on more than I already am.
I nod my head, unable to take my eyes off what he’s doing. Watching him as he pleasures himself.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Ye-yes,” I stutter, hypnotized.