Page 92 of The Lies We Steal

Yet my lips just wouldn’t give in to him. Not yet.

“Fuck you, Alistair.” I hiss through barred teeth.

The way his mouth came down over mine was a rush of flame. A clash of tongues and teeth as we stirred each other. Our lips blending in pursuit of passion and resentment. I wanted to moan how good he tasted, just like dark chocolate.

Biting my tongue when he latches onto my bottom lip with his white teeth, sucking on it before releasing me. I could taste the blood in my mouth, the metallic edge burning me alive. My fingers grab onto his clothing, unsure if it’s from anger or desire.

“Stop lying to yourself, it’s getting old.” His tone leaving no room for argument, “You need this. You’ve been craving this.”

Heartless fingers reached between my legs, slipping across the crease of my pussy making me tremble in his hold. I’d never felt so small, so tiny in his brawny arms. Everything he was sucked me in and refused to let me go.

I wiggled, chasing the little bits of friction he was delivering. My mouth, my pride would never let me admit it out loud. That he was right.

That at night when I woke up sweltering, the only way I could get rest was if I placed my fingers between my thighs and let them dance to thoughts of him. That after the night in the pool, I couldn’t come without picturing his face.

The twinge in my stomach was heavy, but so, so good.

And I wanted it all.

I looked up at him in this tight space, our lips floating over each other,

“Fight me or fuck me, Caldwell. I’m done playing games.”

I’d deliberately unleashed a furious beast with those words. I’d never felt power like that, it engulfed me whole. Taking all my willpower against him and set it ablaze.

Two fingers drew patterns at my core, parting my lips and spreading my juices. Lazy, intentional strokes as he explored my sopping cunt. I could hear the faint sounds I made between my thighs as he drags my natural lubricate from clit all the way to the puckered hole closest to him.

He played with me, teasing me and I could hear his throaty breaths as he watched me. Looking down watching the way my hips grinded on his fingers, chasing that high.

My hands mounted to the edges of the closet frame, clutching for stability as my body leaned forward. My head barely scraped the door, pieces of flyway hairs seemed to pock through the slits in the entry. My eyes kept surveillance on the teacher that would only have to click the light on in this room to see us beyond the shutters.

He would see my flushed cheeks and the shine from the liquid that poured between my legs, dripping, racing down to my ankles.

I quivered in Alistair’s grip, the fire of my heat only grew with each passing moment. There was a second of clarity when he stopped touching me to unzip his pants, pulling them down just enough to remove his dick, when I asked myself what the fuck I was doing.

God, Briar, what the fuck were you doing?

Then like it had never appeared in the first place, it dissolves the second I felt his length press between my folds, slipping between my thighs slicking his shaft with my sweet-smelling fluid.

The veins in his ridged cock stroked against the tender parts of me, tickling my clit with every rock of his hips. Ragged breaths tumble from both of us.

I glimpsed down to view, as he penetrated through the gap he created in my thighs, the tip of his cock gliding beyond my mound revealing just how hard it would be to keep quiet when he buried himself inside my compact walls. It was the most erotic experience of my life.

“Are you scared?” His voice felt like thunder in my eardrum.

I shook my head no because I wasn’t. I was hot. Driven mad with desire. Delusional. And fucking desperate but I wasn't scared, for the first time being around him, I wasn't afraid.

With calculation, he stretches forward knocking his fist against the closet wall.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The sound ricocheting around in the room making Mr. West elevate his gaze in our region. He couldn’t see us from his desk but his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. The need to investigate whatever it was that he just heard.

Oh my God.