“You’re killing me. I want to come.”
“Midnight, if I only have one night with you, I’m going to make the best of it.”
“I’m down for that.”
The moment she was seated on top of me, she let out a contented sigh, squeezing around my cock.
Grunting, I sat up and bit one nipple then the other.
“I love the pain sensation,” she admitted on a soft breathy sound. “Do it again.”
I laughed. “You sure are bossy.”
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
“Never. You’re more than I imagined.” And I’m not letting you go.
She guided my chin upward and stuck her tongue in my mouth and began sliding up and down my cock.
The kiss was wet, sloppy, and full of urgency.
I eased back and brushed the hair from her face. “You are so beautiful.”
She pushed me back onto the bed. “Shut up and fuck me.”
A gravelly laugh tore from my throat. I’d never been this hard with any woman. But Mazzie was nothing like the other girls, for sure. She was raw and real and made me feel alive for the first time in like forever. Any problems I had vanished into the night.
She moved against me, crazy and wild, lost in space, in us, and the lust consuming us both.
I flipped us over, not breaking us apart, and suddenly, tingles gripped my lower back, and I knew I was a second or two away from exploding into oblivion. The best feeling in the world.
“That’s it, Hellion, let it go. Because I’m about to join you.” Her voice was velvety dark, needy, and confident in a way that made me lose the last of my restraint.
I groaned out my release as her name dropped from my lips.
Clutching the sheets, she tensed as her eyes rolled back in her head.
There was nothing more seductive than seeing her come undone before me. We didn’t move for a long minute, both of us trying to regulate our breathing. I wasn’t sure I would be able to walk. More than that, I wasn’t sure I could let her go.
And the scariest part? I didn’t want to.
5
Mazzie
An insistent banging wormed its way into my consciousness, pulling me from the warm cocoon of sleep. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. Whoever was making that freaking noise was dead.
The pounding continued, not only in the distance, but my head felt like someone had taken a hammer to it. I rubbed my temples, turning on my back as hushed voices resonated in the distance.
I opened and closed my eyes to clear the blurriness from sleep. As the room came into focus, I lifted onto my elbows, and a slow panic built in my chest until the soreness between my legs had me flicking my gaze to the muscled Greek god who’d rocked my world. Over and over and over again until we couldn’t keep our eyes open anymore.
I swallowed to coat my dry mouth, but it wasn’t working. My brain cells were fried to a crisp. One night. No strings. Why had I agreed to that? Oh, yeah. I’d been horny as hell.
Lucas was on his stomach, head buried under his pillow, and the blankets were at his feet, revealing a very tight ass, powerful thighs, and a sight to behold.
I slept with the campus heartthrob. I was now another one of his conquests. Swear words shouted in my head as my lust slowly cleared and reality began to set in.
“Mazzie! Open up! I know you’re in there,” Bailey said, voice sharp with worry and maybe a hint of irritation, from the other side of the door.
