My heart thunders as he slowly and deliberately drags one fingertip along the inside of my wrist. Sparks skitter up my arm from the featherlight touch, and my jeans grow even more uncomfortable.
"Eli. . ." My voice is a near growl, but he only smiles wider, like he knows exactly how he's affecting me, how he's slowly unraveling my self-control one teasing caress at a time.
"Yes?" He blinks up at me all faux innocence.
But I see the need there, one surely matching my own, and in one quick motion, I grip his slender throat and yank him up. He gasps, arousal lighting up his face.
"Still think I'm tolerable?" I hiss the question, our mouths a breath apart.
He trembles against me but tilts his head, baring the smooth line of his neck. "Very. . ."
Lust surges hot through my veins. I squeeze gently, but hard enough to feel him swallow, and my eyes trace the movement down his neck to the bruise from where I had bitten him.
Possessiveness rears its head, fierce and unfamiliar. What is it that makes me yearn to own him in every way imaginable?
Is it a way to gain control back, or is it because the way I feel around him has me alive in a way I never thought possible?
Doesn’t matter why I want to make him mine, only that I do, and I will.
Gripping his sweater, I tug the collar to the side, exposing more of his flesh. He whimpers softly as I lean down and scrape my teeth across the mottled skin before biting down.
Mine.
This little mouse belongs to me.
Someone clears their throat loudly. "Some of us have work to do."
Eli slumps, cheeks scarlet while he tugs his sweater collar back in place as a snarl lodges in my throat.
I grab Eli's bag and shove it at his chest. "We're leaving. Now."
He nods, and I wrap one big hand around his slender bicep and steer him out the door.
Outside the moon hangs high and heavy above us as we make our way across campus, the cool night air doing nothing to curb the fire raging inside, the fire that feels as if it’ll char me to pieces.
I glance over to find Eli watching me, teeth chewing at his bottom lip, and I steer us toward the tree line skirting the dorms. We slip into the dark copse of oaks, and I spin and pin him to the nearest trunk, his bag thudding to the leaf-strewn ground.
My hands bracket his head when our tongues collide. He drags blunt nails down my chest as I rock my hips forward, erection thick and insistent against his thigh.
Eli sucks my tongue, then grazes it with his teeth. I growl into his mouth, my fingers twisting cruelly in his dirty blonde hair and I force his head back, exposing the enticing line of his throat.
Such an impudent mouse deserves to be thoroughly marked until the whole goddamn world knows precisely who he belongs to.
I bite his tender skin, painting the pale canvas with vivid red and purple as he cries and arches into my mouth, ratcheting my lust higher.
His hands claw at my shoulders now, fingernails biting through my shirt. The sting sets my nerves ablaze and I rut against him, cock achingly stiff.
I pull back just enough to rasp in his ear, “Time to put those pretty lips to better use.”
A ragged moan slips free when his knees hit the ground. I make quick work of my fly, groaning as my erection springs free.
Eli licks his lips, wide eyes locked on it. “You’re . . . huge.”
“Stop talking and get my cock nice and wet.” I fist myself loosely, bumping the leaking tip against his parted mouth. “Show me what a good little cocksucker you can be.”
He sucks me down without hesitation, licking skillfully along my length. I bite back a loud groan, tangling my hands in his hair as I guide his head to match each rough snap of my hips.
“Just like that.”
