Page 35 of Twisted Play

Eva whimpered and shifted again, her tongue meeting mine stroke for stroke as we made out in the middle of the fucking library.

I dragged my lips away from hers so I could kiss down her neck, nibbling until I found the sensitive spot behind her ear that made her moan.

“Shhhhh, sweet kitten,” I murmured against her skin. “Unless you want everyone else on this floor to know exactly what we’re doing.”

“We’re not doing anything,” she half-laughed, half-moaned, and I squeezed her ass again for the pleasure of digging into her flesh, hoping I’d leave bruises to remind her of this moment later on.

“Nothing at all,” I affirmed as I rocked her up and down. “There aren’t any students hidden in the stacks, listening to those adorable sounds you’re making. Definitely no teachers to tell you what a filthy, bad girl you are for riding me in such a public place.”

“I—I—Tristan!” she whispered, following my movements, moving her hips up and down the outline of my cock as if she were fucking me, no longer self-conscious about being caught in the library. “I’m going too—oh shit—oh my god—Tristan!”

Her breathing sped up, and she threw her head back.

“No, kitten,” I told her, and wrapped one hand in her hair, keeping the other on her hips to guide her movements as she rocked. “Eyes on me. I want you to see who’s making you come.”

“Me,” she sassed me back. “I’mmaking me come.” But she opened those lust-glazed green eyes and met my gaze as her breathing turned short and her lips parted and?—

I covered her mouth with mine as she exploded in my lap, swallowing her sweet sounds as she climaxed.

But I wasn’t done. I needed to see her fall apart again. And again. And again. I slid my hand between us, nudging her hips backward so I could tease her through the soaked lace between her thighs.

“Tristan?”

“Shhhhh, kitten. I’m not done yet.”

I shoved the fabric aside so I could stroke along her skin, through the short strip of curls, into her folds.

“I don’t think I can,” Eva murmured softly into my ear, still boneless. I thanked the lord she wasn’t protesting because I couldn’t have stopped my exploration if my life depended on it.

When I grazed her clit, she squeaked, and then she gasped, pressing her lips into my neck, the touch like a fucking brand.

“There we go,” I coaxed her as I circled her clit with my finger. Her hips moved in time with my hand, and when I slipped one finger inside her, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. She was tight and hot and soaked, and all I could think about was how she’d feel riding my cock.

Eva ground into my palm as I fucked her gently with my hand.

“Tristan,” she whispered over and over again, like a prayer, as if she couldn’t believe this was happening.

I slid a second finger inside her, and she fucking exploded right there on my lap, biting into my shoulder to keep her cries silent as I worked her through it.

“One more, kitten,” I promised her, circling her clit.

“It’s too much,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

“You can, I promise,” I vowed. I needed this, needed to see her fall apart, needed to give her this pleasure. I captured her lips with mine as I slid a third finger into her. Eva whined into my mouth, and I licked at her tongue, devouring her mouth as I stretched her with my fingers. “So fucking gorgeous, so sweet and perfect.”

“I can’t,” she cried, and then I found that soft, spongy spot and curled my fingers against it. She detonated. “Tristan!” Her entire body seized and then curled forward against me, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers. God, I didn’t deserve a woman like this.

“Gorgeous kitten, sweet kitten, filthy kitten, my perfect kitten,” I murmured in her ear as she collapsed against my chest, exhausted and mussed, absolutely stunning in her utter confusion. She shivered in my arms, and I pulled her closer, wishing we were skin to skin, grateful for the gift she’d just given me and already hungry for more.

I’d have to disappear into a bathroom soon and relieve the tension, but Christ, it was worth it to see this woman fall apart on my lap.

Mine.The word pounded through my head with every thundering beat of my heart. This beautiful, brilliant woman who just fell apart in my arms—she was mine, and fuck if I was going to let her go.

Eva took deep shuddering breaths as I stroked her back, continuing to whisper praise in her ear, and she melted against me, nuzzling her cheek into the crook of my neck.

“I’ve never—I don’t—This isn’t—I don’t date,” she said into my skin, her words washing over me like a bucket of cold water. I couldn’t let this perfect girl go. I wouldn’t.

“This isn’t dating,” I reassured her, recalling her friend’swords from earlier. “This is me treating you like you deserve because I want to. Because you deserve it.”