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He doesn’t make a move, only watching as I reach out to grip his cock. My fingers wrap around his base, and I dip forward to lick the bead of pre-cum off the tip. But he doesn’t let me get any further.
A growl reverberates deep in his chest as he flips me over until I’m on all fours in front of him. He trails his cock up and down my slick entrance once, twice, then a third time.
“Zeke, please.” I’m fully prepared to beg again, but he must be just as impatient as I am because he thrusts forward, sheathing himself to the hilt.
My mouth falls open as he plants himself within me, his thick cock stretching me and making my inner walls flutter around him.
“Look at how well you take me, baby.” Slowly pulling back, he stares at his cock as it disappears inside of me once more. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” He thrusts inside of me with unhurried strokes, torturing me.
I meet his every movement, slamming him into me and hoping he’ll get the hint. These situations are always so strange. Do I speak up or just keep quiet? I don’t want him to think I’m criticizing his skill, not when all I want is for him to fuck my brains out.
Just as I muster up the nerve to say something, he chuckles. “If you want rough, hummingbird, all you have to do is ask.”
I peer behind me, our eyes locking. “I don’t want to make love, Zeke. You promised me screams.”
His grip tightens around my hips as the smile spreads on his face, and suddenly the once-slow movements turn into something else. It’s like night and day. I’m nothing but an island caught in the storm of his thrusts as they crash into me.
My release builds higher and higher until I’m sure I’ll have bruises tomorrow. I hope I do. I want to ache with the reminder of tonight and see the proof of his touch on my skin.
Without warning, he shifts, leaning back slightly and hitting a spot so deep inside of me that I shatter instantly, a scream ripping from my throat as my pleasure explodes.
“What was that, baby? You want more?” he asks, reaching around to play with my clit.
My arms give out and I fall forward, the side of my face pressed into his sheets, but he doesn’t stop. Blinding pleasure enfolds me, overloading my flesh with so much sensation that it’s almost painful.
“That’s it. Give me one more.” His voice shakes as he teeters on the edge of control.
As if by his command alone, I fall once more into ecstasy. My pussy convulses around him as I scream his name, forcing him to come too. He groans, pumping his cock inside of me and riding out our orgasms for as long as possible until I’m nothing but a pile of mush.
I can’t move, my limbs spent and sated beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. With his arms wrapped around my waist, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
Did I sneak out of his room like a burglar? Okay, yes. But I’m not willing to start my first day of classes with the walk of shame. That doesn’t quite excuse why I took his shirt, but that’s beside the point.
I’d woken up in Zeke’s bed, completely lost to where I was or how I’d gotten there, but it didn’t take long for the memories to surface. After I’d fallen asleep, he must have cleaned me up, because the mess I’d expected to find between my legs wasn’t there. At least I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant. It isn’t just a game of chance with angels. The females of our kind choose if and when we’re ready, opening our bodies to the possibility of fertility, and I kept that shit locked down.
I hadn’t stayed long enough to let the kindness of his aftercare sink in, and instead I took off down the flight of stairs to my room on the seventh floor.
Thankfully, no one witnessed me leaving the house leader’s floor in the middle of the night. I’ll have enough on my plate today without fielding questions about that. Not that it would have changed anything. Fucking Zeke had been more than worth it, and I want to do it again.Just get through the day, Hayles. Then you can worry about screwing your brains out.
My slate pings, breaking me from the pleasure-induced fog I’m in and reminding me just how important today is.And how fucking late I am.
I was supposed to grab breakfast with Dina, but I overslept. By the missed messages, it’s clear she’d banged on my door for a good ten minutes before sending a barrage of private messages. None of which woke me up.
I can’t help it that these beds are as soft and squishy as cotton candy. Mix that with bone-deep satisfaction, and it’s a wonder I woke up at all.
Not only have I missed breakfast, but I’m very close to showing up late to my first class. I take a detour to grab a croissant from the cafeteria — because I’d rather be late than hangry — and rush to class.
Wingology. The name alone makes me want to avoid it at all costs. Flashes of “abomination” and “freak” whisper through my mind. I don’t want to expose myself yet. Not when I’m having so much fun just being normal, but luck doesn’t appear to be on my side today. Or any day, really.
I arrive at the arena and quickly realize everyone else is already sitting on the bleachers listening to the teacher. Fuck.Can today get any worse? Actually, no. I take that back. Nope. I’m not jinxing it.
I hadn’t bothered to don my uniform before coming, choosing to put on the outfit provided by the school for all flight-related classes. Skintight leggings paired with a racerback top, both of which sport the school’s emblem — the letters SCU intertwined together. After tossing everything into a locker, I rush to the back of the students, hoping to arrive unnoticed.
For a moment, it seems as if I’ve managed the impossible. Until the teacher calls my name.
“Here!” I call back, hoping maybe he’s only taking attendance.Why the hell haven’t I been paying attention?
“Do you plan to show up late for all classes, or is it only the morning ones you have trouble with?” His bushy eyebrows pull down over his eyes as he frowns.
