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Evan lunges for me, but I anticipate it. I dodge out of the way, then take off running, but he catches me before I reach the doorway. His strong arms wrap around me, pulling my backside flush against his hard cock.
God, his body feels so good against mine, like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together.
“Did you think you could escape me, bellissima?” Hot breaths pant against my ear as his hands cup my breasts. I’m unable to answer as his hands massage them through my shirt. I moan, arching into his hands. His hands release them, sliding to the hem of my shirt before gliding over my skin. His hands move to my bra, pulling my boobs from it.
My head rolls back against his chest, his touch making me crazy. I gasp as he pinches both nipples, his nose rubbing over my neck before biting down. My ass presses against his hard cock, a desperate whimper escaping me.
I want more.
“After flirting with aboy, do you think you deserve to be pleased, bellissima?” His hands leave my breasts, grabbing the waistband of my shorts and yanking them down. I’m wearing running shorts and don’t have any panties on.
“Tsk, tsk. Mi amore isn’t wearing any panties.” He smacks my pussy, making me jolt and moan.
“They have built-in panties.”
“Oh, you think that’s good enough?” He smacks me again before his hand slides to my slick folds, teasing me.
“I do. Now shut up and touch me.” I tilt my head, looking up at his face as I wiggle against his hand. “You want to touch me. I know you do.” I grind my ass against his erection, loving the feel of the friction of his hard cock straining against his jeans.
His fingers glide over my pussy. I immediately spread my legs wider, desperate for his touch.
“So fucking wet,” he pants against my ear before biting on the shell. I wince, but his thumb rubbing over my clit makes me shudder, the pain and pleasure sensation something I crave from him.
“Please, Evan. I need more.” I wiggle toward him, desperation palpable in my tone. “Stick your fingers inside me.”
He chuckles, his tongue licking the shell of my ear. “So greedy.”
I reach up, moving my hair to one shoulder, giving him access. I look over my shoulder at him, the hunger in his eyes matching mine. “Evan… please.”
He gently kisses my neck before lifting his face. “Kiss me. Show me how much you want my fingers in you.”
My lips crash against his, my hand lifting to fist his hair, holding him in place. As I assault his mouth with my lips and tongue, his thumb circles my clit faster and faster, edging me closer. Then he plunges two fingers inside me.
Pulling his mouth from mine, he whispers, “Fuck. That greedy pussy is gripping my digits so hard.” He shoves his fingers deep, and I moan, my head falling against his shoulder. “Especially when I do this.” He slides his fingers out to the tips, making me acutely aware of how hard my lips are gripping him, not wanting him to leave.
“Evan, please stop teasing me,” I whimper. If I weren’t so dazed from lust, I’d hate the plaintive whine in my voice, but right now, I don’t fucking care. I’m operating solely on the pleasure principle, desperate for him to make me orgasm, then fuck me raw.
He starts pumping his fingers, and I moan. My hips roll in time with his movements. “That’s my good fucking girl. So damn responsive.” His words fuel me, and I practically turn into a wanton slut before my eyes, begging for him to finger fuck me harder and faster as his other hand moves beneath my shirt to my breast, pinching my nipple before rolling it between his fingers.
I’m so close.
Suddenly, his hands leave my pussy before he pushes me down on the bed. I spread my legs, aching for him.
My rapid breaths and pants are so loud I barely hear him when he says, “I need to get ready for class.”
What? Did I hear him correctly?
Evan gives me a smug grin and walks into his bedroom, whistling like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just tease me into oblivion, bringing me to the edge of an incredible orgasm before leaving me hanging, as though I’m no one to him.
I sit up on the mattress, baffled by his behavior.
A few minutes later, he walks out of his bedroom, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. His eyes meet mine before moving to my hand. “Your vibrator is inside your nightstand, and you have fingers.” His eyes are hard. “Think about me while you fuck yourself, bellissima. See if your fingers or toy can make you feel like I do."
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Tears of frustration spring to my eyes. “All because I talked to Bennett in the coffee shop?”
Evan stares at me, his eyes narrowed. “You’d throw a fucking tantrum if I was chatting it up with a girl who hit on me and clearly expressed an interest in dating me.” He hitches his backpack higher. “Have fun without me.” He shoots me one last smug smile, then struts down the hallway toward the front door, whistling as he leaves.
“You motherfucker,” I scream, rage pounding in my temples.
