Page 15 of Want Me

“Sorry about that.” He wasn’t sorry at all, but he eased up and this time when he pulled out and slid back in it was slower, the pressure more manageable. He kept that slow, steady pace, letting the heat build up inside me, and then he shifted on his feet and tilted my hips a little. When he pushed back in that time, my entire body lit up like a Vegas sign, pleasure receptorspingingall over the fucking place. I think my eyes even rolled back in my skull. Eric smothered my mouth again with his hand. “Got this feeling you’re gonna want to get louder.”

I moaned into his palm, bit at the inside of his fingers. His teeth latched onto the side of my neck as he began fucking me in earnest. His pace quickened and the fat head of his cock dragged over my prostate like a match against a striking plate. I was nothing but flame.

“Meant to make it quick but,nnnngh…” The words came out in staccato puffs of air against the side of my neck as he thrust into me, slowing down just enough when he plunged deep so the collision of our bodies didn’t emit a telltale smacking sound. I wasn’t paying much attention to what he was saying anyway. I was halfway to the ceiling and on my way to the stratosphere.

Goddamn, he was plowing me, and I was sure I was going to be sore tomorrow. Did I give a shit? Not at all. My breath escaped in harsh gasps around his hand over my mouth. Eric bent his index and middle finger and stuffed them inside my mouth, almost gagging me as they invaded, and it was one of those things that if you told me out of context I’d be into, I would have laughed. But holy fuck was I at that moment. He had me plugged on both ends, totally at his mercy, and I could do nothing but take his cock in my ass and drool on his fingers.

Even though his grunts were purposely muffled, there was a feral quality to them, and I imagined if I twisted to look around, I’d find his lower lip trapped between his teeth, his features strained and drawing tighter with every thrust. My head drooped between my upstretched arms, and my body felt like it melted and reformed every time he retreated, then slammed into me again. And just when I thought he might truly break me, he pulled his fingers from my mouth and gloved my cock in that sublime friction of his spit-slick hand as he jerked me hard, whispering, “Come for me, baby.”

I incinerated. Went full-on nuclear. All reactors overloaded. Meltdown commence. Every muscle in my body filled with blood, then wrung themselves out all at once. Pleasure throbbed, then hammered through me. My back arched spastically, my mouth opened in a scream I buried in my own shoulder, and I felt my dick swell dangerously just before my load burst from me in thick, gooey spurts that coated Eric’s hand and the shelves in front of me. I shuddered through the ecstasy ringing through my cock and beating over my temples, and Eric just kept going through the aftershocks, his grunts more careless now, his movements losing finesse.

His come-soaked hand rose back up to my mouth, and I didn’t think twice when he smeared the sticky mess over my chin. When he pushed his fingers against my lips, I sucked them clean, and he lost it. His teeth clamped onto the tendons in my shoulder, near the place he’d marked me last time, and pinched as he came with one last deep thrust and a string of unintelligible words that were probably curses.

Eric dropped his forehead against my back, and I braced my hands tighter against the shelf, supporting us both as we came down. I let my head fall back as he slipped from inside me, and was just about to close my eyes and sink into the afterglow washing over me when I caught a blur of movement in front of me.

“Hey!” A masculine voice. And a stern one.

“Shit!”

What happened next was a chaos of fumbling. I yanked my shorts up, and Eric seized my elbow as the guy walking down the aisle toward us started moving faster. I couldn’t think straight, had no fucking clue where to go. Instinctively, I darted left, but Eric yanked me again and dragged me back the other way, letting go of my elbow to take my hand as we sailed down the aisles, twisting and turning through the stacks until I was completely lost.

Eric barreled through an exit and steadied me as I tripped through the doorway after him, straight into the downpour. He didn’t let me stop to collect myself but kept on pulling me along as he raced through the rain, hugging the wall of the library, then broke us across the quad, leading us into another building.

We slowed at the end of a hallway, pulling apart and collapsing against the wall opposite each other. I put my hands to my knees, bending over to catch my breath, the ends of my hair dripping on the floor. I watched as Eric slumped all the way to the floor, digging one hand in his shorts and coming out with the condom, which he knotted up and tossed in a nearby trash can. The sound of it smacking against the plastic liner bag broke through my panic, and we both started laughing.

“You suck under pressure,” he panted out.

“I like to think I’d do better in a burning building or something, but shit, maybe you’re right.” I bit the inside of my lip, troubled. Not only by the idea that I was so prone to flailing, but because we’d almost been caught. Guess I could cross that kink off the list, after all. By contrast, Eric seemed totally at ease, so maybe he was a fan.

I sank down to the floor, putting my head in my hands and willing my heart rate to slow before I stroked out or something.

“Guy was a student aide, don’t worry about it. He won’t do shit, and I doubt he saw much anyway.”

“He saw enough.” Shit, had he seen my face? I felt myself pale. “Are there cameras in there?”

“In the basement? No.” Eric laughed. “I’m not sure about upstairs.”

I glanced up at him. “How do you know?”

Eric licked his lips and arched a brow. “How do you think I know?”

Ugh. I wished I hadn’t asked. I pulled up the hem of my T-shirt and mopped my face with it, then looked around. We were near the stairwell at the end of a hall in the Engineering building. A class let out at the other end, and people milled around just outside the door.

“I haven’t been in this building since freshman year.”

“Survey in Architecture?”

I nodded. “I guess most of your classes are here?”

“Mm.” Eric gave an affirmative nod and stuck his hand back in his pants, adjusting himself, then tipped his head back against the wall and let his eyes fall shut.

“Shit. That was nice.” His eyes were still closed as a smile teased the corners of his mouth. I studied him, this guy who less than five minutes ago had effortlessly fed me my own come while I hadn’t batted a lash. I could still taste myself.

“You haven’t been around,” I blurted out in total non sequitur.

“I had a group project. Was here a lot. But Ihavebeen around. You’ve been avoiding me. Getting weird.”

“I wasn’t getting weird. I was getting horny.” And, okay, a little weird. But fuck it.