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I move again, despite the grip he has on me and shoot him a wicked grin. “Maybe a little faster than slow.” I wanted more and harder and faster. I know I need to make sure my heart is ready before I open my legs again but I’m crumbling under his gaze and gentle touches and sexy words. He has a power over my mind and body and heart that not only makes me feel alive but also scares the shit out of me. But I thrive on it.
I press my lips to his and slide my tongue into his mouth as I begin to rub against him, riding him through our clothes like I would his dick. He pulls away, grabbing a fistful of my hair and latching onto my neck, teeth first. “Oh fuck,” I moan. “Oh God, Everett!” I’m trying to keep my voice down as to not alert the entire third floor of the library what’s going on in this study room, but I almost don’t care.
His hand moves underneath my sweater and squeezes my breast through my bra. “Fuck, you drive me so crazy,” he murmurs against my skin. His lips are still sucking at my neck and I don’t need a mirror to know there’s a significant bruise forming on my skin.
I’m still rubbing against him, his cock hard and wanting beneath me. He jerks upwards into me just as I grind down and we groan in unison. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?” he grits out, before tugging my head back to look in my eyes. His eyes are dark and full of hunger that I can feel in my clit which pulses every time he blinks.
My panties are soaked and wedged between my lips from riding him so hard making the pleasure so intense it’s almost uncomfortable. My whole body is tightening, like a coil prepared to snap, and I feel the air leaving my lungs with each passing second.
“Tell me you love me first.” His eyes are trained on me, his heart open and exposed as we both prepare to fall over the edge. “Before you even think of coming, I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me you love me. That you belong to me. That you want this as bad as I do. You’re guarded, I can tell. Let it down, baby, I need us to be us.”
I shake in his arms, trying to hold off the orgasm that is no more than a beat away. He lifts me up by my arms and off of his dick and holds me there. My clit tingles as the heady feelings float away. “No! Everett!” I cry out as I try to get back into his lap.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“You know I do,” I cry. Actually cry. The tears spring to my eyes at the pain of being so wound up without release. “This isn’t fair.”
“Say it, Leigh. Say it and I’ll let your pretty pussy cream all over my lap.”
I snap. “I love you, all right!” I grip his jaw, tears threatening to fall down my cheeks by how worked up I am in every way. “I love you so much, you possessive asshole! I want this, but I swear on all that’s holy, I’ll rip your dick off if you hurt me again.”
He smiles. “There’s my girl.” He lets me go and I fall into his lap again. He grips my hips and our lips violently crash as we rub against each other. Harder and faster with every stroke. His teeth bite my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and I moan. “Come for me, baby.”
My long lost orgasm is back instantly, as if it’s returning in response to his command. I shudder in his arms as my body succumbs to the pleasure, digging my nails into his shoulder as I float back to Earth. “You’re going to destroy my back later, aren’t you?” he growls in my ear.
Everett and I both have a thing for marking the other, especially when we’ve been without each other for an extended period of time. It goes hand in hand with wanting his hands around my throat. With pulling my hair and biting my skin. It’s rare that Everett’s back isn’t scratched beyond belief after a particularly rough session. Once in high school, I went away to soccer camp for a month and within two hours of being back home, Everett had scratches down his back like a cat had attacked him.
I’m about to respond to him when there’s a knock on the study room door and our eyes snap towards the noise. “If you’re not actually studying, can you come out? Go somewhere else and do that.” A guy that sounds like his balls haven’t dropped, much less hit puberty commands from the other side. “I’m going to open the door.”
“You’ll regret it,” Everett booms, and I bite my lip as the tingles return at his alpha-like comment.
“Let’s just go, I’m hungry anyway,” I whisper.
His eyes snap to mine with a glint in them. “For…me?”
“No, for food.” I roll my eyes.
“And maybe also me?”
“You wish.” I give him a pointed glare as I get off his lap, knowing that he didn’t come but I certainly did. I shoot him a look filled with mischief. “Did you think I was going to make it that easy for you?”
The smell of maple syrup fills the air as I place pancakes on our plates. Despite the fact that it is well past ten PM, I had a craving for breakfast. I’m surprised I haven’t burned my house down with the way Everett is distracting me. He stands directly behind me almost the entire time, his erection digging into my back and his lips on my neck. At one point he’d slid his hand between my legs and rubbed me gently while I whisked the batter.
Now we are sitting at my dining room table feeding each other pancakes when he misses my mouth smearing maple syrup into my skin. “Hey!” I giggle.
“Oh shit, let me get that.” He smiles and presses his lips to the sticky skin, swiping his tongue across my chin and cheek to collect the sweet syrup. “You make the syrup taste sweeter.”
This man is wearing me down slowly but surely.
I’m leaning in to kiss him when his phone, which is sitting on the table between us, begins to ring. I catch a look at the name and then up at him questioningly.
“Why is Alli calling?” I don’t think Everett is doing anything shady, necessarily, but I’m irritated that he hasn’t made it clear not to contact him.
“I don’t know. I… I’m not going to answer it.”
Envy slithers up my spine and grips my brain, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I was turning greener by the second. “Has she been calling?” I blurt out.
“No. Maybe once since I broke up with her.” Bitch.
