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So dirty, but the threat made me grip him harder. He picked me up, tugging my romper right off my legs and leaving my shoes on. That quick he was trying to get this done, tossing me on the bed before working his shirt off.
He was chiseled marble, perfect in all the right sections. His abs actually looked like a fucking chocolate bar, each section a clean line. I wanted to touch him, but he wouldn’t let me, grappling my hands with one fist before using the other to tear my panties clean off my body.
He balled them up, giving them a lick before stuffing them in his pocket. His eyes were completely wild, and using my own hand, he stuck them between my legs.
“Knight…” I didn’t have time to tell him I’d never done this before. Well, at least with a guy around. Whenever I pleasured myself, I’d very much been alone, but he didn’t wait around for explanation. He merely entered me with my own fingers, using his own digits to strum me, and I started to scream so loud he had to cover my mouth.
“Quiet, Dove,” he said, his tongue lapping at my lips but he didn’t kiss me. He just teased me, the one completely in control here, and he wanted me to know. He didn’t kiss me unless he wanted to, made me come because that’s what he wanted to do. I had no control here at all, my sex bucking wildly against our hands.
“So hot,” he said, and with his tongue he wet a circle over my tank top, my nipple diamond hard even through my bra. He tugged it with his teeth, actually groaning, and I scratched his back. He chuckled. “God, you’re a freak like me.”
I hadn’t thought I was before this, but here I was, fucking myself and letting him do it. My eyes rolled back, Knight taking me to the brink, and that’s when he kissed me, full on with his tongue inside my mouth. He tasted like heaven, sweet with that rough edge. He tasted like power, and I breathed in his life force, his hand pulling mine out to replace with his own.
He fucked me wildly after that, stroking in and out while his thumb flicked my clit. They matched the strokes of his tongue tasting mine, and before I knew it, I was pooling wildly around his digits.
He had me come so hard down from the high, my lips between his teeth and after he found my eyes, stared right in them.
I think for the first time.
His hand left me after that, quick before reaching over and tugging his shirt on.
I sat up, completely confused. I was naked from the waist down, lying by myself with arousal between my legs. My fingers were sticky, my own cum, and Knight barely looked at me before getting up and heading toward the door.
“Knight…” I had no idea why I’d said his name, but it’d been enough to make him stop.
He turned, his dark eyes like something from behind hell’s gates. “Clean yourself up, Greer,” he said, picking up a towel off the top of my laundry pile. He tossed it at me. “Your whore is showing a little.”
Completely frozen, I watched as he slammed the door, making me jump once again. Tears in my eyes, I did clean myself, trying not to cry as I put my clothes back on. He’d called me a whore.
And basically tried to make me look like one.
Chapter Eight
Knight
The dumbbells clanked to the floor when I dropped them, Royal’s eyes twitching wide at me mid-curl. He smirked. “My gym piss you off or something?”
We always used his since he had his own personal one at his high rise apartment. He didn’t live on campus or the frat, preferring the city. The frat had a nice gym too, but the privacy of Royal’s was better. No need to have to elbow a motherfucker for some weights.
“Shut the fuck up.” My ass was in a mood today, clearly. Hence, why I was at the gym and not actually hitting a dude. An even worse scenario would be me anywhere in the vicinity of Greer, someone who’d given me the ultimate head fuck. I’d kissed her. Hell, but worse. I’d fucking liked it to the point where I hadn’t wanted to stop, and that drove me crazy. I’d wanted to teach her a lesson about talking back.
Not feel something for her.
Well, I think I proved to correct all that, calling her a whore and shit. She obviously wasn’t one. Fuck, the way I’d touched her it’d been like she hadn’t been touched, but I’d be hard-pressed to believe that. She may dress in her little kid overalls, but kitten was all fire cat. She knew how to use what she had to drive a guy crazy, and I couldn’t possibly be the first.
Throwing the dumbbell this time, I got more than a look from Royal, but he did spot me when I asked him to come over. He eased up on the weight on each side, and I gave him a look that told him I’d kick his ass if he didn’t stop playing around.
Chuckling, he added more weight, getting behind the bench when I lay down. He helped me with the bar, but then I didn’t need him, his hand under while I lifted and lowered it.
“So what kind of flowers do you like?” he asked, asking me fucking questions when I had the weight of like three dudes hovering over me. He smirked, helping me put the weight back on the bar. “I just want to know what to have at your funeral since you’re clearly trying to kill yourself today.”
Flipping him off, I sat up, finally fucking winded. It took that and twice my regular workout today to do it, but I’d accomplished it. Royal went over to the gym’s cooler, tossing me a water and towel before getting the same for himself. I downed half. “Just need to tire myself out.”
“Clearly.” He sat across from me on another weight bench. “Wanna let me in on what’s going on?”
Try hell fucking no. I guzzled the rest of the bottle before he rolled his eyes.
He snapped the towel at my knee. “Are were really going to do this toxic masculinity shit right now? It’s really okay for two dudes to talk about serious shit, you know? Not really a thing?”
