Page 25 of Don’t Say You’re Sorry (Hawthorne University #2)

He trembles against me, tipping his head back on my shoulder.

Knowing he’s raring to go, I quickly rinse off and shut the shower off, turning him to face me and guiding him back into my room.

The backs of his legs hit the bed, and I push him down on his back, climbing up to kneel between his thighs.

We’re dripping wet, and it’s probably going to ruin my mattress, but I couldn’t give two fucks right now.

All I care about at this moment is Adam and the awed look in his eyes.

“Have you fingered yourself before?” I ask, reaching over to grab the lube I keep in my nightstand drawer.

He nods, watching my every move as I flip the cap up and pour some onto my fingers.

“While thinking about me?” I tease.

He smirks. “You and Jared Padalecki.”

I scrunch my nose. “Sam Winchester? Really?”

“Mhm.”

I shake my head, appalled. “I’m a Dean boy.”

He splutters out a laugh. “You are not.”

“You’re right, I’m not. The guy looks like my dad.”

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Your dad’s hot.”

Scowling, I toss the lube next to his head and lean over him. “Don’t play with me, baby,” I warn, my lips brushing his as I find his hole with my fingers. I slip one inside, and he sucks in a breath, his hand coming up to grip the back of my neck.

“Say that again.”

“Baby?”

He nods, arching his back as I finger him.

“My baby,” I whisper against his lips, and he catches himself before he moans.

His eyes flare with heat. “You’re possessive.”

“Mhm. Is that okay?”

“Is it just for me?”

“Only you,” I vow as I kiss him.

He kisses me back hungrily, his tongue in my mouth as I pull my finger out of his ass and slip back in with two. By the time I’ve added a third, I can tell he’s close to begging for my dick, his hips rocking up to fuck himself on my fingers.

“There are condoms in the drawer,” I say as I straighten up. “Want me to get one?”

He shakes his head, grabbing the lube and pouring some into his hand before reaching down between us and grabbing my dick.

I groan at his impatience as he slides his hand up and down, getting me wet.

Widening his legs even more, he uses both hands to guide the tip to his hole, where my fingers are still inside him, stretching him thoroughly.

He doesn’t ask me if I’m negative. He probably should, and if I were anyone else right now, I know he’d insist they use a condom.

But he doesn’t because he knows I’d never do anything to put him at risk.

He trusts me completely, and it lights me the fuck up inside. He’s my person, and I’m his. Always.

“Easton,” he pleads, and I finally give in to him, pulling my fingers out and fisting the base of my dick. Using his hands, he spreads himself open for me, and I curse, pushing just the tip inside him.

His mouth opens, but he doesn’t make a sound.

“Good boy,” I praise, sliding into him slowly. “Shh.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, and I smack his inner thigh, making him jump.

“Don’t close your eyes. Let me see you.”

He swallows and digs his fingers into his ass cheeks, leaving little crescent moon-shaped marks with his nails, never once looking away from me.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“No. Keep going.”

Trusting he’s telling the truth, I push the rest of the way inside him, balls deep, his hot ass squeezing the fuck out of my cock.

“Fuck, baby.” Falling down on him again, I cage his head in with my arms. “Can I move?”

“Please,” he begs.

I rock my hips, and he whimpers quietly, his eyes still open and on me.

“You like being my good boy?”

“Oh my God,” he groans, tipping his head back.

“That’s not an answer.”

“ Yes . Fuck.”

Trailing a finger down the center of his throat, I dip my head and kiss the thumping pulse in his neck.

My hand slides down his chest and abs to wrap my fingers around his cock.

It’s already wet, dripping with precum. I jerk him while I suck on his neck, picturing those little nail marks on his ass.

I want to see my marks on him, top to fucking bottom?—

“ Easton ,” he hisses, pulling my hair to stop me. “You crazy—” Pushing my head down, he guides my mouth to his chest, right next to his nipple. “If you’re gonna mark me, mark me here where no one will know.”

I grin. I’ll know.

Knowing I’d be stupid not to, I comply, licking and nipping and sucking on his skin, leaving several hickeys on the upper half of his body.

Once I’m done, I straighten up and reach for his throat, admiring my handiwork as I give it a little squeeze.

Just as he did last night, he holds on to my wrist and lets me have my wicked way with him.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck…”

I grab the rumpled sheet and shove it into his mouth, using it as a makeshift gag.

“Is it the angle?” I ask, and he nods wildly.

His legs shake as I move my hips back and forth in a circular motion, hitting some magic spot inside him that has him losing it. His back bows off the bed as he comes, his release dripping down my knuckles and pooling on his abs.

I changed my mind. This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

My eyes darken at the sight and feel of him, his tight hole clenching around my dick and making me follow him over the edge without warning. I bury my face in his neck to muffle my groan, my arms wrapped around his head, his hands squeezing my ass to hold me down on him.

I pull the sheet out of his mouth and palm his face, still slowly rocking into him as I kiss him. His heart beats hard and fast against mine, our bodies slippery with sweat and sticky with his cum.

Pulling out, I move down his body and lie on my stomach between his legs, pushing them up by the backs of his knees to watch my cum drip out of him.

“What are y?—”

Before he can finish, I lick it up and fuck it back into him with my tongue.

The back of his head hits the mattress with a soft thud as he grabs the sheet and sticks it into his own mouth.

My grin is downright sinful as I continue to drive him crazy with my tongue and fingers.

When his hand hits the back of my head, his fingers digging into my scalp, I know he’s loving this as much as I am.

Pushing my luck, I suck a mark onto his ass, right next to his hole, and he bucks off the bed with a quiet yelp. Pulling me up by my hair, he wraps his legs around my waist and aims a glare at my face—or tries to. He’s not very good at pretending to be mad at me.

He must know what I’m thinking, because he narrows his eyes, his gaze dropping to my wet lips and chin. I don’t expect him to want to kiss me after I just licked my cum out of his ass, so it takes me by surprise when he grabs my face and pulls my mouth to his.

I grin. “You little freak.”

“Says the freak.” He grins back. “I had no idea.”

“Neither did I,” I admit.

Breaking the kiss, he pulls back. “Only for me?”

“Only you,” I reiterate.

His eyes flash with something I can’t put a name to, and I remember the way he looked at me last night when I asked if he’d ever had his heart broken, when he told me he dies a little on the inside every time he sees me with someone else.

“How do your insides feel now?”

He frowns, but then it hits him, and he shoves my face away with a laugh. “Fuck off.”