Page 25 of Boys Who Taint (Spine Ridge University #5)

Levi

My fingers dig into 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.”

“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 next to 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 other thing .”

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.

He groans with excitement. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I wanna give back what you gave me in the library,” I reply.

But when I lower his underwear and his hard-on finally pops out, all the blood drains from my face.

He’s pierced.

Just like Ghost.

Just like Apollo.

Oh God.

I inch back as terror slowly seeps into my veins.

If Apollo isn’t Ghost … could it be Grey?

But that wouldn’t make any sense. Grey already had me. He’s my boyfriend, so why would he chase me and hunt me down just to make me his? Or was it because he couldn’t wait any longer and just wanted to take what he craved so badly?

I shiver in place.

No, that can’t be true. Grey would never do something like that. He’s too sweet, and he’s never shown even an inkling of rage.

“What’s wrong?” he asks as he crawls up to the headboard to sit while I keep staring at his size. “If it’s too big, I underst—”

“No, that’s not it,” I mutter, and I tuck my hair behind my ear. “It’s just … the piercings…”

“Oh.” He blushes. “I got them last year. You don’t like them? I can have them taken out.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” I clear my throat. “It’s perfect, even.”

I don’t know why I’m so apprehensive about telling him the truth. I want to tell him about Ghost, but somewhere deep down, it feels like this big, dirty secret no one can ever find out.

A forbidden death pact.

One I’ll take to Levi’s grave.

Grey

She swallows away the lump in her throat as she crawls back on top of me and lowers my pants farther until my full length finally pops out, hard as hell. But my God, when she starts jerking me off, it feels like I’ve drifted off to heaven.

It’s too enticing to have her hands all over me, and it feels too good to say no, but that look in her eyes just now … it caught me off guard.

She glared at me like she’d seen a ghost somewhere.

Like my piercings alone triggered a memory in her brain.

My eyes immediately flicker to my bag in the corner, where my phone is neatly tucked into the pocket, with a video of her tied to a lectern on its storage. A video she doesn’t know exists.

Is she thinking about this now while rubbing me?

Does the memory of being impaled on stage invade her mind even now when she’s with me?

My nostrils flare.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wan—”

“No, I want to,” she interrupts, looking me dead in the eyes. “I want you to feel the same pleasure I did.”

God, she’s too good to me, and I almost feel guilty for just lying here and letting her do this without telling her what I’ve witnessed.

Almost.

She spits in her hands and rubs them all over my length, and I drop my head back as she starts rotating and twisting the head. It feels so good to be in her hands, and I can barely keep the whimpers inside. So I put my hand over my mouth and quietly enjoy what she’s doing to me.

However, she leans forward, pulls my hand away, and whispers, “Moan for me like I moaned for you.”

Oh God.

Now she’s gone and done it.

A moan ripples through my entire body before leaving my lips, and my hard-on bobs up and down in her hands. I’ve wanted her to touch me for so long. I don’t think she knows just how badly I’ve craved this.

How many days have I spent fantasizing about this?

Three hundred, maybe more?

I’ve had my eyes on her ever since she first stepped foot on campus. I watched her every day of every week, talking with her friends, studying in the library, and chasing that goddamn demon Levi when she should’ve been chasing me instead.

I’m the only one who would crawl on his knees to get to her, the only one who would lay down his soul just for her to walk all over it.

But if I told her all this, she’d probably freak out and run away, so I’d rather not tell the truth at all. If that makes me a liar, then so be it. I’d rather be blessed by these amazing hands rolling down my shaft than be a good guy.

She spits on my length, and I groan with excitement when she lowers herself farther and begins to roll her tongue around the tip.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, nearly unable to control myself.

Another whimper escapes my lips at the feel of her mouth wrapping around my tip, and my God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything this good.

“Sucking your soul out of your body,” she muses, a proud smirk on her face before she goes to town.

Good God, if I’d known she could do this, I’d have seduced her a long time ago. The way her tongue rolls up and down and circles the tip is nothing short of magical. Pleasure ripples through my entire body, and I’m so embarrassed by how good it feels that I grab the pillow and bury my face in it.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I mewl.

It’s too quick.

Too good.

She chuckles and takes me deep into her mouth, my cock throbbing with pre-cum as my pierced tip hits the back of her throat. She gags, but the sound only turns me on further, and I arch my back as she sucks me off, the impending orgasm too much to take.

Whimpering, I come undone inside her, coating her tongue with cum, and she gulps it all down like she enjoys how I taste.

God. What a woman.

She removes the pillow and smiles at me. “Are you hiding?” She snorts when she sees the blush on my face.

“It felt so good. I couldn’t help myself,” I reply.

She smiles and lies down on top of me, on top of my naked dick, and I can feel every inch of her body as it leans into me, those beautiful tits pressed into me, and fuck me … I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Did you like it?” I ask.

“What? Of course I did,” she replies. “Why would you ask that?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “It seems like the thing one would ask.”

“The question is, did you?” She winks.

“Fuck yes,” I reply, and she laughs out loud.

“We should do it again soon,” she says.

I’d die if I could have this every day.

She grabs her phone and checks the time. “But we gotta catch some sleep. It’s late, and I have classes tomorrow.”

“Oh right.” I try to get up, but she pushes me back down.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“Don’t you need sleep? I’m a distraction,” I reply.

She rubs my chest straight through my shirt. “Stay the night. Please.”

I smile.

How could I ever deny her?

I nod and hold her hand. “Okay. If you’re sure.”

She presses a kiss to my cheek. “Positive.”

I cup her face and press a real kiss to her lips, deepening my stroke with my tongue to show her how much I love her. I don’t care that I can taste myself on her lips. She is everything I could ask for and more.

“I love you,” I whisper.

Her eyes burst open, and she pecks me back on the lips. “Good night.”

She wraps her arm around me and lies down on my chest, while I pull up the blanket. But while she closes her eyes and slowly falls asleep, I’m left staring at the ceiling.

She didn’t say it back.

Aspen

In the middle of the night, I wake up to a revving sound.

I sit up and look around to gather my bearings.

Grey is still beneath me, snoring while fast asleep.

But I can’t help the impending dread wash over me from the nightmare that I just awoke from.

A nightmare where Grey was actually Ghost all along and has been watching me, even during the night Mavis fell.

I throw the blanket off me and walk to the window to get some much-needed fresh air. But when I scoot the curtains aside, the motorcycle parked outside makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

His helmet hides his identity, but there’s only one motorcycle rider I know of who would choose to hang out underneath my window in the middle of the night.

Levi Torres.

I can’t see his eyes, but his visor is pointed directly at me, and it’s enough to make me feel the burning-hot glare of his rage.

He’s waiting.

Waiting for Grey to leave this house so he can kill him when I’m not there to protect him.

Shit.