Page 90 of Boys Who Taint

“You motherf—” Grey begins, but then she grabs his hand and storms off, dragging him with her through the library and down the stairs without even glancing back at me. Without even giving him the opportunity to come at me.

But we both know what I saw through that slit … excitement over being caught…

And absolute fucking fear that I’ll kill him for touching her, just like I said I would.

Aspen

I lie down nextto Grey. He’s reading a book for his classes, so I start toying with his shirt in the hopes of getting his attention.

It’s the first time since we’re together that he’s decided to stay over, and I don’t want this to just end up with us sleeping like a boring old couple.

“What’s up?” Grey murmurs as he flips the pages.

“I don’t know … I just wanted to talk about what happened in the library today.”

He smiles and lowers the book. “The kiss?”

I grin, circling his chest. “And the otherthing.”

He narrows his eyes. “Please don’t tell me you’re talking about Levi.”

My pupils dilate. “No, God no. I meant …” I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Your fingers.”

He puts the book away and licks his lips. “Ah … you mean me touching you there.” He brings his hands down between my legs and touches me the same way he did before.

It was a bit different from what I’d imagined, as though he doesn’t yet know how I prefer it, but he’s more than willing to learn.

So I crawl on top of him and lean in to kiss him. “We weren’t exactly private, so I couldn’t return the favor.” I plant another kiss right beside his lip and then on his chin and neck until he finally begins to groan. “But I can do whatever I want when we’re alone.”

I roll my hips around on his lap until he slowly begins to grow underneath me, and it’s giving me a mad power trip.

“Oh fuck, what are you doing?” he says.

I grab his hands and place them on top of my breasts. “What does it look like?”

He squeezes and plays with them, the flush on his cheeks growing redder with every passing second. I keep rolling my hips while his hands slide down my body as if he’s savoring every curve, and something about that makes me wild with lust.

I gyrate on top of him, pleasuring myself on his bulge still hidden beneath layers of fabric, the feel of him too good to stop.

“Fuck,” he groans. “That’s it. Use me.”

I get off on the way he moans, biting my lip, while his hands grasp my waist to guide me over his hard-on. And the way he looks at me, as if he wants to worship me, is out-of-this-world hot.

“Make yourself come,” he says. “Let me see what you look like.”

A moan slips off my tongue as I tilt my head back and rub my wetness onto his jeans until I finally combust into madness, my whole body shivering with delight from the orgasm.

“Beautiful,” he says.

My skin heats up. God, he’s too good.

I slowly begin to unzip him, rubbing him through the fabric of his underwear until I can feel the wet precum stain.

I’m surprised he could hold himself together.

“You nearly made me come too,” he murmurs.

“I know,” I say, sliding my hand across his bulge.