His touch caused a shiver to run down my spine as he slowly slipped one finger inside of me. “Ah, shit,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re so wet for me, baby.”
My body instinctively responded to him, my hipsinvoluntarily shifting toward him as if drawn in by a magnetic force.
Without hesitation, Reece pulled his finger out and plunged two back inside. My lips parted, releasing a silent moan that I quickly covered with my hand to ensure no sounds would make it out.
If there was one thing I couldn’t afford, it was getting caught having sex in a classroom.
Then again, I really didn’t give a fuck.
Every stroke of his fingers evoked flames that sparked in my stomach. And when he lowered his face and brushed the tip of his nose against my clit before his tongue darted out and licked me, every inch of me felt as if it was on fire.
My cheeks were burning, my skin ablaze. It took everything in me not to come this instant, which Reece knew.
I was fortunate, yet unfortunate enough to come quickly the first time, then take forever to have a second orgasm, a third was almost impossible. But Reece always found a way to work around that little problem, even if that meant torturing me in the run.
And I knew he loved teasing me, trying to see how long he could drag out my first orgasm.
It was practical for a situation like this, where we had to hurry up, but impractical at other times. Like this. When we needed to hurry the fuck up yet Reece still refused to give me less than two orgasms.
His mouth vibrated against my pussy as he altered between wet slides of his tongue, sucking, and carefully grazing his teeth along my clit.
The tips of his fingers dipped into the skin of my hips as he held me down, restraining my movements. His other hand was busy thrusting two of his fingers in and out of me at a steady rhythm that made me whimper.
His name fell from my lips, muffled by the force of my own arm covering my mouth.
He pulled his fingers out of me, replacing them with his tongue.
“Fuck,” I cried out, falling back on the piano as I lost strength in my arm. My back arched as he licked his way up to my clit again, sucking hard. “Reece, I-I…” I moaned out loud, feeling my legs starting to shake. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
My skin was prickling, eyes closing as the knot in my stomach tightened with every swipe of Reece’s tongue.
His hand moved up my body, cupping one of my breasts over my clothes, squeezing.
When he pushed his fingers inside of me again, moving faster than before, and brushing his tongue over my clit over and over again, my body went limp.
Something blissful spread through my body, veins igniting with a thousand fireworks as my orgasm rippled through me.
“Reece,” I cried out, my hands pushing into his hair and pulling at the strands.
He didn’t give me the chance to take a breath or calm down from the high before he pulled me up to sit. He stood up, leaning down as our mouths collided in a frenzy. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I could taste myself on him.
“I need to be inside of you,” he spoke quietly before reconnecting his lips to mine.
My heart was racing, nerves squeezing my throat and robbing me of the ability to talk.
It wasn’t the first time we’d done something reckless like this and toyed with the chance of getting caught. But something about being on campus—in a classroom where anyonecould just show up—was far more nerve-wracking than a high school locker room where we knew nobody was going to come walking in because everyone was supposed to be in class.
I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend’s neck, kissing him one more time before I said, “Have me.”
“I don’t have a condom.” He looked almost in pain when he said this; eyes filling with regret and something torturing. As if he wasn’t fully aware that it didn’t matter.
It wouldn’t have been the first time we didn’t use a condom, and I’d been getting the shot for years, which he knew. Plus, I wasn’t due for a renewal for another two months, so we were good.
“Just fuck me already, Carter.”
Reece shook his head at me, chuckling. “Just…” He grasped my face with one hand, swiping the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “One second.”
