He doesn’t give me the chance to dwell on that. Instead, his lips press against mine, and suddenly I’m drowning in the taste of him. Sweet oranges and chili, just how I remembered him tasting. Each caress of his tongue awakens something dormant inside me. I lose myself to the sensations when his arms band around me as he lifts me from my feet, my legs wrapping around his waist of their own accord.
He carries me over to a desk and sets me down on the smooth surface. One of my hands curls around the edge for support while the others holds onto Emilio, afraid to let go. My heart races behind my rib cage. There are a million reasons why I need to stop this, the most prevalent one being that I still haven’t told him about Luis. But I can’t think. Can’t get enough air to form the words I know need to be spoken.
His kiss is frantic. His grip possessive as he tilts my head, deepening our kiss and pressing his body closer into mine. Then I feel it. The hard length of him pressed firmly against my core. It reminds me that I haven’t been with anyone else. Not since that night. Not ever. He was my first. And so far, my only.
The next thing I know, his fingers are unbuttoning my jeans and working their way into my panties. I tear my mouth from his and suck in a lungful of air. “What are you doing?” I gasp as his mouth latches on to the side of his neck, nipping and sucking at my skin in a way I know is sure to leave a mark.
His fingertips graze over my center, and I shudder in his arms. He chuckles, the sound smug and self-assured. “So fucking responsive. What does it look like I’m doing, Bibiana?” The way he says my name makes my toes curls and short-circuits my brain. He manages to slide my jeans down my hips before I realize what’s even happening. He unzips the front of my sweatshirt, but when his fingers curl beneath the hem of my shirt, reality sneaks back in, reminding me that I am not the same girl he slept with eighteen months ago. I’ve changed. My body has definitely changed. And I’m not ready for anyone, let alone the boy who haunts my dreams, to see it.
I stop his hand from tugging up my shirt but have zero clue as to where to redirect it when he makes that decision for me and squeezes my breast over the material of my top. I wince. It doesn’t hurt but…gah…if I leak milk right now, I will be so mortified.
I need to put a stop to this entire thing. This, whatever it is, cannot happen right now but—oh my God. His finger rubs over my center, the thin material of my panties hardly a barrier as he presses a finger inside me.
I moan into his mouth. This is a stupid, horrible, insane thing to do right now, but I can’t seem to make myself tell him to stop. And I have to accept the fact it’s because I don’t want him to.
FORTY-NINE
Emilio
She lets out a sweet whimper when I cup her breast in my hand and squeeze it. They’re larger than I remember. More than a handful, but fuck me if they’re not perfect. Her eyes darken with need, if not a little apprehension. She’s nervous. That should bother me, but it doesn’t. Seeing her open desire feeds the beast inside me, so I give both of us what we want, slipping one finger inside her dripping cunt. Fuck me. My girl is ready, needy.
Wait. What? She is not my girl. Where did that thought even come from? Gritting my teeth, my cock strains against my zipper, desperate to thrust into her heat, but that’s not on the menu today. This isn’t about getting my dick wet. It’s about proving a point.
A moan leaves her as I sink a second finger into her pussy. Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight. I nip at her lips, small mewls of pleasure escaping as I work my fingers in and out, finger fucking her until she’s writhing on the desk. Gasping my name.
“You like that, baby girl?” I ask, taking pleasure in watching her squirm. She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t need to. Her heavy breaths, the rapid rise and fall of her chest is answer enough.
She wets her lips and the sight of her tongue peeking out does things to my head. Makes me want to devour her. Body, mind, and soul.
I tower over her, our mouths centimeters away from one another. I suck in the air she breathes, my free hand tangling in her thick, black hair before I crush my lips against hers in a punishing kiss. Her legs clench, her back arching as her breasts press against my chest. She’s close.
I add in a third finger, stretching the walls of her pussy, making her take all that I can give. Next time, it’ll be my cock buried inside her tight little body instead of my fingers.
The thought has me clenching my jaw, nostrils flaring. There isn’t going to be a next time, I remind myself.
“Oh, God.” She stiffens against me, her jeans dangling from one leg while the other wraps around my hip.
“Come for me, Bibiana,” I grind out against her ear, savoring the way her name tastes on my tongue. My thumb finds her clit, circling the bundle of nerves and like glass, she shatters.
Her body goes taught. Her moan muffled by my lips as her orgasm tears through her.
I swallow her cries and suck on her bottom lip until her body relaxes, her shoulders slumping and her pleasure-drunk gaze finding mine.
I withdraw my fingers, adjusting the raging hard on in my jeans before bringing my hand to my lips and sucking her orgasm clean from my fingertips.
Her eyes widen in surprise. A blush heating her cheeks. I don’t bother hiding my savage smile before gripping her jaw and forcing her to taste herself on my tongue. When she’s breathless once more, I release her and turn to leave.
“W…where are you going?”
I don’t answer. I don’t turn around. I force myself to take step after step away from her so she knows exactly what it’s like to have someone mark you, only to walk away and for you to be forgotten.
* * *
I skipthird period but make sure I’m in fourth. Allie will have my ass if I skip our calculus class again. It’s the one class Dom, Aaron, Rome, Allie, and I all have together, and I swear she treats it like it’s a family meal. I head to the back of the class where Dom and Aaron are already seated and nod at both of them as I take my seat. Bibiana has fourth with us too, and it looks like this girl doesn’t give one fuck about making a scene, because as soon as my ass hits the chair, she storms into class, cheeks tinged pink and eyes ablaze as she heads straight toward me, righteous anger etched into every line of her body. “What the hell was that?” she bites out, slamming her small hand against the top of my desk.
I might not have thought this through completely, but damn if she’s not beautiful like this. I’ll have to piss her off again sometime. Possibilities race through my mind and a slow smile curls the corners of my mouth. I look her up and down, silently cursing myself for not getting a glimpse when I had the chance of the tanned skin she hides beneath her oversized sweaters. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I spread my legs and lean back in my seat, folding my arms across my chest. She stands there. Indignation written all over her face. “Did you need something?” I ask. “Class is about to start.”
Her eyes brighter, a lick of fire rising to the surface as her gaze narrows on me. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but you can’t just…” she waves her arm in the air. “You can’t do what you did and then walk away like that.”
