Page 89 of Boys Who Taint

“I don’t care. Nothing’s stopping me from kissing you.”

What the …?

I sneak toward the bookcase and listen to two people making out on the table right behind the books. I pull away a single book, allowing me a peek at them, and I nearly lose my shit.

Aspen is right there, legs spread, and Grey … is feeling her up. Fingers rolling around inside her panties, her flushed skin leaning into his greedy little lips.

That motherfucker.

CHAPTER 21

Levi

My fingers diginto the book so violently I nearly crack the spine as I watch them go at it, kissing and touching each other without a single care in the world about who sees. Even her hand is diving between his legs, rubbing his package like she’s into it. And the moans that spill out of her mouth the second he starts applying pressure makes me want to kill him.

How dare he lay even a single fucking murderous finger on that precious body? How dare he make her feel this kind of pleasure that she’d want to let the world know?

I should put a stop to this. I should break them apart. I should—

Her gaudy moan creates a tent in my pants, and I suck in a breath to stop it from growing.

They’re going at it like animals, kissing each other like they haven’t had a decent meal in years, and I am so fucking angry all I can do is watch and seethe.

He doesn’t even touch her right, doesn’t circle her clit the way I would, yet she’s still writhing on that table, pretending to get turned on. Her freckled cheeks are all red, brows scrunched up, lips wet and needy as she kisses him, tongue and all.

Fuck.

My hard-on strains the fabric of my pants until I can’t take it any longer, and my hand instinctively dives in to control the situation. But no matter how many times I push it down, I keep getting harder.

Aspen moans, and Grey covers her mouth with a kiss as he pulls down her panties and spreads her even wider on the table, allowing me a full view of that delicious wet fucking pussy that could bring any fucking man to his knees.

He fingers her right in front of me, dipping two fingers in and out of her like he knows exactly how to get her going, while also rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her eyes are fixated on his in a way that makes me mad with jealousy.

Fucking hell.

I’m watching them slowly turn this library into a lewd theater, and I am its number-one spectator.

I haven’t been able to let go of my own dick since I spotted them. I can’t stop myself from rubbing along as though I’m experiencing her pleasure through my own body. Her lips part as she tilts her head back, her skin covered in goose bumps as he brings her to a peak. And when she comes undone, I release myself right there and then, spurting cum all over the bookshelves while panting like a madman.

It doesn’t dawn on me what I’ve done until her eyes connect with mine through the tiny slit in the bookshelf.

Fuck.

I zip back up and march out of the area, but right then, she appears around the corner and blocks my only way out.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she growls.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I retort, praying to the devil she won’t peek at the bookshelf behind me.

Her boyfriend steps out into the light too, and I immediately straighten my back and clench my fists, ready for the attack.

Her eyes flicker between us, and she stands in front of him, blocking us from seeing each other. “Stay away from us, or I swear to God …”

A smirk forms on my face. “You’ll what? Kill me?”

She grimaces with just the right amount of disdain.

So I step closer and say, “Do it then. Kill me or so help me God I will destroy everything you hold dear.”