“You’re mine,” she snarled as she impaled herself on me. My head dropped with a guttural groan.
“All yours,” I panted. As she grinded, I thrust in long, slow strokes that had her thighs quivering and my abs taut. I moved my thumb to circle her clit- she went from a sensual pace to riding frantically. The faster she chased her release, the stronger mine built at the base of my spine. Squeezed in the vice of her, I was dangerously close-
“Come with me.”
Her plea was my ultimate undoing. With the spasm of her climax, my orgasm exploded through every fiber of my being. It went on and on, emptying into her. Every nerve sated, every muscle loose, every thought but those of her extinguished.
Courtney collapsed on top of me, all sticky skin and ragged breaths.
“I’ve never had sex like that,” she rasped. I sought out her lips, grazing them in a sloppy kiss.
“Me neither.”
She huffed a laugh as she glanced over her shoulder at the smears on the mirror. “How am I going to teach kids to dance here now?”
“Are you implying it’s inappropriate to look at the mirror and think of us fucking? Or the floor, or the barre-”
She smacked my chest playfully and peeled off me. The cool breeze of her absence made me shiver. I sat up too, reeling her back into my lap. She nuzzled into my touch like a cat.
“Don’t go just yet,” I whispered. “I want to hold you.”
Her dreamy, post orgasm smile wrapped me in a blanket of warmth. She snaked her arms around my neck.
“Never let me go,” she begged. I kissed her in a silent promise. The strange tug in my chest connecting us strengthened to steel wire and I knew on a cellular level, I couldn’t let her go if I tried.
PART II
25
Courtney
Mylungsburnedwitheach freezing breath, legs pumping, cold air cutting through my clothes. I glanced over my shoulder, catching the hint of dirty blond hair peeking out of a gray beanie.
He was gaining on me.
I pushed myself harder, sawing breaths slicing my throat raw. I rounded the corner to the dorms, skidding and slipping-
My body jolted to a halt inches from slamming into the back door of the dorms by a familiar unseen force. I sucked in a sharp breath before I was flipped around, strong arms caging me as his hips pinned me in place. Our panting from running quickly morphed into pants of desire. Ollie's mouth brushed mine, my hands fisting his sweat dampened shirt.
Three weeks passed in a blur of kisses and whispers and sex.The sex. So much and it still wasn’t enough. For him, I was insatiable. It didn’t matter where. Morning or night. The bed, the shower, the couch, the car, the studio, a goddamnedfield. Anywhere. Everywhere. Two horny kids who couldn’t keep their hands off each other for more than two seconds.
“As much as I want to fuck you right here, we have somewhere to be,” he sighed, nipping my lip. I reached between us and stroked his cock through his pants. “Baby,” he warned. I ignored him, grasping him tighter and batting my lashes innocently. “Woman, I swear,” he growled, reluctantly peeling from me. Like we were connected by an invisible chain, I followed. He grinned. “I caught you, that means I won.”
The fucking game.It started out as training: self-defense lessons for me, running practice for him. Neither of us presumed that Merit was done with him, or any of us. We needed to be ready for anything they threw our way. Predictably, our training turned competitive and eventually turned into a game with rewards in the form of sexual favors.
I caught his face. His eyes flashed, easily keeping me in place. He ran his tongue over his teeth. “I have so many ideas.”
“Sounds like you’re all talk.” I shrugged.
Silver eyes narrowed to amused slits. The invisible touch tilted my chin up. All I wanted was him buried deep inside me, grinding me into the wall until I was a shivering, sobbing mess. Instead, he kept a foot of distance between us despite his clear erection.
“I think I’ll keep you guessing for now,” he mused.
“Don’t be cruel,” I pouted. That brought a laugh from the devil. He tsked, closing the gap and brushing a featherlight kiss to my lips.
“I love it when you beg,” he murmured. “Maybe I'll edge you all day again.”
I frowned. Last time I lost, he teased me off and on to the brink of release only to pull back with an evil laugh and smoldering eyes.
