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"And you’re... taking me to a random's bedroom." She looked at me, a flicker of betrayal in her eyes. "I didn't let my sister poke me for eight hours to be fucked in some random fratwhore’s bed, Nick."
"Is that what you want?" Releasing her hand, I placed the beers I took from her on the desk nearest the door. "To be fucked?"
"Isn't that part of the college experience?" She lifted those bedroom eyes to fix on my face, her lashes fluttering slightly above sweet, soft, pink lips. My mind told me this wasn't what she planned tonight.
Good.
Neither had I.
"I mean, if you want, but it's not some random's room."
"What?" She let out a sharp laugh and picked up the beer I opened for her, tossing it back in one go. I raised an eyebrow and got her signature shrug for my efforts. "Just because I don't party doesn't mean I don't know how to, Nick."
“Do you know everyone who lives here?" I took the beer from her lips, taking a sip, and placed it back on the desk. Turning to her, I dropped my hands to her waist, walking her slowly backwards until her shoulder blades pressed against the door’s cold, unyielding surface. "I know this room.” I pressed a palm to the door on either side of her head, caging her in. "Because it's mine, Chloe. Not some random’s. Mine.”
She stayed silent for a moment, mulling it over and peeked up at me. “You’re a Kingsman.”
“Yeah.” I held her gaze for a tense second where her lips parted, but nothing came out except her sweet scent tinted with the sharp sting of lime. I breathed her in slowly, savouring every heady second. “So, you want to get fucked in my room?" I raked my gaze over her, daring her to take me on.
Because I could barely keep my hands to myself around her.
Her head tilted back, her eyes blazing. "If that’s what you want."
Defiance radiated from her, and I saw what made her a champion in that moment. I'd been wrong about Chloe being a spoiled brat, about having an easy run at life and so many other things. She was strong, stronger than anyone I knew, pushing through insurmountable odds. It had just taken someone else's perspective outside her team to show her what was missing outside that life of an elite athlete.
I should know. I have shared a house with twenty-six of the fuckers.
A blush worked its way along her cheeks at her words. I closed my hands into fists against the door, leaning on my knuckles. Pain radiated through my fingers into the backs of my hands, giving me what I needed to be able to think around her.
"If that's what I want? Fuck, Chloe." I bared my teeth, leaning close enough to inhale her sweet breath. "Because a fuck is all you'll get out of me if this is how you play, Princess. Tell me. What You. Want.”
Chloe stared at me for a long, breathless moment. When she blinked slowly, I thought it was a prelude to her bolting.
"I thought you promised me a party?" she whispered, rising on her toes, gliding her mouth across mine in the barest kiss.
God above.Tiny flashes broke into the darkest corners of my vision, the music downstairs pumping through the house like its own heartbeat as I stared at her, watching the tightly wound girl before me unravel.
“Tell me you want this. Your decision,” I warned her, seconds from fisting her hair and fucking her against the door.
Her soft laugh fizzed between us as her lips found my ear, grazing my skin as she spoke. “I want you to fuck me in your room, Nick Jessop.” She eased back, every inch of her trembling so hard I felt it through the door.
Then her pink lips parted, the tip of her tongue emerging to slide across my bottom lip, and I was fucking done. Dropping both hands to her hips, I pressed myself roughly against her body, hiking the sequined material to catch her round ass cheeks and lifted her onto my hips, all in one movement. My mouth crushed against hers as I ground into her, fluctuating between claiming her mouth and doing whatever it took to slam my cock against her perfect little body.
Her hands laced behind my neck as she opened to me. The tip of her tongue teased mine as I drove into her mouth over and over, tasting her, opening her, doing everything I needed to devour her.
Soft little cries filled my ears as I squeezed her body hard enough to leave marks on her body tomorrow, grinding shamelessly into her. Finally, my senses returned around the time I ran out of air. I broke back from the kiss.
"This isn't what I intended for you tonight," I groaned against her mouth, savouring the sharp taste of the lime and tequila she had before the party mixed with a pure sunshine that radiated from her very pores. "I planned to dance with you, tease the every living fuck out of both of us, and maybe kiss you at the end of the night, ask you to stay or walk you home. I wasn’t gonna do this." I drew a breath. “And I have no idea how to go fucking slow.”
Panting a little, she wiggled her body impossibly closer, tugging the buttons on my shirt until it hung open and pressed her hands to my chest. "Are you going to stop?"
Her breath kissed my lips as I pistoned my hips against hers. "Fuck, no. Unless you tell me to."
"I won't."
Greenlight given, my brain switched off. I worked my mouth against hers slower this time, savouring every taste. My fingers pushed between us, stroking her wet and ready little pussy over her thong. I traced its path between the cleft of her ass there too, memorizing every one of her moans, knowing where I wanted to tease her, learning what made her gush into my palm.
Fumbling in my desk drawer, I found the box I was looking for and ripped it open one-handed. Tearing the foil packet, I kissed her again, brusing our mouths as she resonded to me so fucking beautifully, I never wanted to stop. This time would be frantic, a desperate bid to work our bodies closer together. Every session after I could make it up to her, needing to wring as many orgasms as I could from her strong mind and body.
