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“Nod if you want me to stop now,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
I shook my head, and he smiled. His middle finger circled my clit, and my eyes closed as my head fell back against the wall.
He applied more pressure as he worked, forcing me to choke back moans and possibly even screams. I’d been with two other guys, and neither one knew how to touch me the way I knew how to. Damian had magic hands, and it made me want to know what else he was capable of.
I shifted, and I could feel just how wet I was. Damian moved his middle finger lower, his brow raising as a smile spread across his beautiful lips. “You… are…soaked.” I nodded and moaned as I moved my hips. He looked at me with mock pity. “Aw, you want something?”
I nodded again, praying to whatever god that wouldn’t shun me for sexual prayers that he didn’t stop this time like he did last time.
“That’s all I needed to know,” he said before plunging his finger deep inside me.
My eyes rolled back before closing, and my hands shot up to his chest. I held tight to the black suit vest he wore, clinging to it for dear life as he fingered me.
He carefully shoved a second finger inside as his thumb moved to circle my clit again, and my knees started to go weak. His free hand moved to catch me around the waist and hold me up.
“You can’t scream,” he said. “Not here.”
I nodded. “Then I need something to bite down on, or I might,” I warned. “Because you feel fucking incredible.”
Damian laughed lightly. “Unbutton my shirt and pull it away from my shoulder.”
I quickly did as he said, groaning deep in my throat to keep from crying out. “Oh, no. Oh, fuck, Damian,” I said.
“Hurry,” he ordered, understanding exactly what I meant. The tension was building as he worked me harder and faster, and I didn’t have long. Even distracted, I was about to lose it. “I can feel you spasming. You don’t have all day, and I’m not going to stop.”
Just him saying that was enough to send me into overdrive. I ripped his shirt back, tearing off one of his buttons, and yanked him closer. I bit down hard on the spot where his neck and shoulder met just in time for my orgasm to take me. I moaned and whimpered into his flesh, and he groaned again in pain.
I couldn’t imagine how badly it hurt him, and I didn’t care right then. He didn’t seem to care either because he didn’t stop, just like he said he wouldn’t. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled me over, and my legs grew weaker with every spasm. He held me tighter, slowing his movements.
“Mmm,” he moaned into my ear. “Good girl.”
I pulled my teeth away from his shoulder and saw the bruise already forming there. My eyes widened. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He laughed lightly, his thumb circling my clit and sending a jolt through me that caused me to jerk. “It was perfect. Don’t worry about it.”
I remembered the last time we were in a compromising situation, the intense desire I felt to taste his skin. I’d been so preoccupied that I didn’t really get the chance to.
Leaning forward, I kissed the spot I’d bruised before inhaling deeply. God, he smelled sofuckinggood. Just as I’d wanted to the day before, I flattened my tongue against his shoulder and licked my way across his tender skin, up his neck, and to his earlobe before gently pulling it into my mouth and sucking it. He moaned as he pulled his hand from under my skirt, and I bit him before pulling away.
“Naughty,naughtygirl,” he said. He put the two fingers he’d had inside me in his mouth and moaned as he sucked them clean. “Just what I thought. You taste incredible.”
I bit my lower lip.
A throat cleared behind us, and we were both ripped back into reality. Damian spun around, standing protectively in front of me. My face scrunched up in shocked confusion. It was quite the odd act for someone like him, but it was surprisingly…sweet.
“Oh, hey, Asher,” Damian said casually, relaxing a bit.
My eyes widened behind Damian, and I wanted to melt into the wall.Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!I cursed mentally. I wasn’t sure if I would have preferred Asher to catch us—or a teacher. It was deeply disturbing that I honestly couldn’t answer that.
“Class began about ten minutes ago,” Asher said, his voice tight. “Temperance is in my class. They called her name, and when I realized she wasn’t there, I wanted to make sure she was okay.”
“Oh, shit.” Damian turned and looked back at me, all smiles. “I guess we got a little distracted, huh? We didn’t even notice the hallway was quiet.”
The fact that I couldn’t make eye contact with Asher pissed me off. It made it look like I felt guilty—which I did—but it made everything he said come back and hit me full force again. It made it look like he was right about everything he’d said last night.
God,I hated them both.
“How long were you standing there?” Damian asked.