“Fucking soaked,” he adds, but I’m pretty sure the words weren’t meant for me. No, it’s like it was his own realization, and I’m too turned on to care. Shifting his grip slightly, he slides his fingers along my slit, pressing his middle finger into my center and gently pushing inside of me. With a gasp, I writhe against him, the feeling making me dizzy with need.
“Jagger,” I breathe out.
“I know, Vi,” he repeats with the same low rumble as moments ago. He kisses my parted lips. “I know.”
In and out, he fingers me, pressing his palm against my clit in the middle of an empty classroom. It feels so dangerous, and if I was smart, I’d tell him to stop touching me, but I can’t. It feels too good. Too reckless and addictive and?—
“Were you jealous, Little Thief?” he rasps. “Jealous of the way that girl was looking at me?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He presses into me harder, and I grind against his hand.
Okay, it feels so good. His hand. His fingers. The heat of his body, and his gritty voice against the shell of my ear. Mine. It’s all mine. This moment. This feeling.
“I think I like you jealous.” He nips at my bottom lip, stretching me even more. “You’re so fucking tight, Vi. The way you squeeze my fingers.”
“Mmm.” I bite my bottom lip, caught between what his words are doing to me and the feel of his calloused fingers plunging in and out of my pussy. Seriously, I am going to die if I don’t come right here, right now.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look like this, Little Thief?” He presses his forehead to mine. In and out. In and out. “Can’t wait to be inside you.” The idea alone is enough to driveme insane. “Fuck, maybe I’ll bend you over right now and take you here.”
I look toward the closed door. “Someone could walk in?—”
“And if they do?” he growls.
I let out a shaky breath and squeeze my eyes shut, too caught up in my throbbing clit to make him stop.
Please don’t stop.
“Don’t worry, Little Thief.” Slipping his free hand beneath my shirt, “I’m gonna make you beg for it.” He pauses, realizing I’m not wearing a bra. “Fuck me, Violet. You’ve been walking around this campus without a bra?”
My bra? That’s what he wants to talk about.
I shake my head, attempting to focus on our conversation instead of his fingers playing with my clit like a damn pianist. “Is that a…”God, this feels so good.“Problem?” I whimper.
He cups my bare breast and pinches my nipple, rolling it between his fingers as if it’s directly connected to my clit. And hell, with how good it feels, maybe he knows something I don’t. He’s definitely more experienced than I am. He tugs again, then cups my breast completely, his large hand swallowing my entire boob. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”
My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I fight to keep from doing exactly what he predicted two seconds ago. Begging him for it. For him to bend me over in the middle of this classroom and fuck me raw. How does he do it? How does he make me feel so freaking good? My breath turns ragged as my skin grows hotter and hotter with every sweeping movement.
“Shit,” I breathe out, my pussy practically weeping under his assault.
“That’s it, Violet.” He teases me over and over again, crooking his fingers and massaging me from the inside out. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“It feels so good,” I whisper.
Slipping his free hand from beneath my shirt, he slides it through my hair, cups the back of my head, and kisses me deeper, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he matches the same pace with his fingers. My heart rate ratchets up, and my eyes roll back in my head, consumed by what this man is doing to me.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, Jagger, please.”
“Patience.” He crooks his fingers once more, and I gasp, the intrusion too much. Too good. Shaking my head back and forth, I grab hold of his wrist, my muscles spasming as he reaches a sensitive bundle of nerves inside of me until I swear I see stars.
“Jagger,” I moan.
“That’s it, Vi. Ride my hand.”
I roll my hips into him, chasing euphoria with every sweep of his fingers.
“That’s it,” he repeats. “Let me watch you fall apart.”
