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“Let’s check it out,” Thomas says, taking my hand and leading the way.
I’m not supposed to be out after dark with boys, nor holding hands with one of them, and especially not running around the botanical gardens in their company. But here I am.
I suppose I’m also not supposed to have the naughty thoughts I do about three guys heading to seminary, but I figure I’ve already broken so many rules, why stop now?
Thomas’s big hand is so warm and comforting around mine I want to ask him to never let go. But if I did that, I couldn’t throw my arms around his neck like I am about to.
Ahead of Matthew and John, we run into the gardens, particularly dark because the heavy tree canopy blocks out any ambient light from surrounding buildings and street lamps. The ground is a soft carpet of pine needles under our feet, making our steps completely silent.
It’s beautiful. And I’m here with the cutest guys on campus.
I pull Thomas behind a tree to hide from the others, and as I peek around the corner, he backs me into it, placing his hands on either side of my head. I brush the sandy hair away from his shoulders and run my fingertips over the heated skin of his neck.
“So warm,” I murmur, and lean in for a kiss.
His lips are soft at first, brushing against and exploring mine. He smells slightly of shaving cream and when he flicks his tongue against mine, he tastes clean and minty.
“You’re beautiful,” he mumbles, pulling back for a second to look at me.
“You’re not so bad your—"
But he cuts me off.
“Rose, it’s… it’s been so long since I… you know. And all I can think about is tasting your pussy. I’m filled with unholy thoughts. And I’m about to do unholy things,” he says in a deep, raspy voice.
Unholiness never felt so good.
His fingers reach between my legs and he rubs me there, in the spot where I need it so badly. Even though my blue jeans are between his hand and my heated core, his touch is like a gift, it’s so delicious. Sensual and luxurious.
“Mmmm,” I moan, my head falling to his shoulder as he rubs me. I shift my hips and press into him to increase the friction. He gets the message and presses harder.
My breath is coming fast and when my eyes flicker open for a moment, I see that behind Thomas, Matthew and John are leaning against trees, watching our show with slight smiles on their faces.
“We have an audience,” I whisper in Thomas’s ear.
He chuckles quietly. “Good. Let them watch. You’re mine right now, and I’m going to enjoy you.”
He unbuttons my jeans and swiftly pulls them down, guiding them over one foot so I end up half-wearing them. Reaching inside my lacy panties, the ones my mother doesn’t know I have, he runs a finger over my bare pussy.
“Oh God, it’s like velvet,” he breathes in my ear. “Fucking velvet.”
He dips a finger between my engorged lips and slides it around in my excitement. Next, he brings it to his mouth.
“Mmmm,” he groans, “so good. Such a tasty pussy. I want more. Is that okay? Does Rose want more?”
I can barely speak but manage to grunt yes, or something equally affirmative, and Thomas hoists one of my feet onto his shoulder, pushes aside the crotch of my panties, and runs the tip of his tongue through my slit.
I shiver even though I’m not cold and drop my head back against the rough bark of the tree, tangling and pulling my hair. I yank Thomas’s head into my pussy and grind against his mouth, desperate for him to leave me a shivering mess.
“Oh, oh,” I cry, an orgasm whipping at me like the licks of a flame, close enough to be dangerous, but not enough to burn.
God, I need this. I have needed it for so long, longer than I even admit to myself. And yet here I am in this strange world that’s designed to take away the headiness of these most basic of pleasures. It feels so wrong.
It is so wrong.
Thomas gets back to his feet and kisses me. “Taste yourself. See how good you taste,” he mumbles.
From behind him a slow, clap, clap, clap, grabs my attention, at first startling me because I’d forgotten Matthew and John were back there.
