Still kissing me, he wedged his knee between my legs, gently spreading them apart.
I shut my eyes as his mouth continued taming mine, but he suddenly bit down hard on my bottom lip.
“Open your eyes back up,” he demanded. “I want to see what you look like while I’m fucking you…”
Obliging, I sucked in a breath as he slid a hand under my skirt and ripped off my panties in one smooth motion. Deftly unzipping my skirt, he let it fall to the floor.
He pressed his mouth against my neck, forcing me to bite back moans as he sucked my skin between his teeth, his hand roaming under my shirt and unclasping my bra.
“Pull this off with your sweater,” he whispered, leaning back. “Now.”
I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head, giving him an up-close view of my breasts.
He pressed his palms against them before sucking my right nipple into his mouth, making every nerve in my body fall over the edge, making me completely forget where the hell we were.
“Wait, Nicholas,” I whispered, frantic. “Someone will probably hear us.”
“Then try not to scream.” He took my left nipple into his mouth and slid a hand between my thighs, tapping my swollen clit with his thumb—making it clear there was no stop sign in sight.
Tearing away from me, he pulled a condom from his pocket before unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor.
I held back a gasp as I caught sight of his cock print through his briefs. For years, I’d fantasized about what hid behind his custom pants— even pictured how big he would be—but it paled to finally seeing it right in front of me.
“Something wrong?” he asked, smirking.
I shook my head.
“Good.” He pressed the packet into my hand before pushing down his briefs and exposing his cock. “I’ll be sure you get every inch of it…”
Grabbing my left hand, he placed it on top of him, making me feel how hard he was for me.
I suddenly couldn’t breathe.
“Open it and put it on me, Jenna,” he whispered.
I nodded, but I must’ve been moving too slow, because he let out a low laugh and took it, tearing it open with ease.
He slowly rolled it over every inch, pausing every few seconds for emphasis, as if he was showing me just how much of him I was about to take.
When he was finished, he kissed me again—much softer this time—but then he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me to the edge of a bookshelf.
“Lean back,” he commanded, and my body obeyed before my mind could think it through.
My ass hit the cold wood, and he positioned my legs around his waist before slowly sliding into me.
“Oh…” I couldn’t help but moan. “Oh my God…”
“Shhh…” he warned, sliding into me deeper. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to hear.”
“Ahhh…” I couldn’t help it—every inch was more than the last, and he was rubbing his thumb against my clit as if he wanted me to scream our moment aloud.
When he was finally buried deep inside of me, tears of pleasure pricked my eyes, and a scream was seconds away from escaping my lips.
Saving me, he covered my mouth as he thrust in and out of me, but I was still moaning like crazy against his hand.
I begged him to slow down with my gaze, but he refused. He moved at his now torturous, reckless tempo, making me regret ever saying a word about his sex skills.
The bookshelf knocked against the wall, loud enough to startle me, but soft enough that it wouldn’t arouse too much suspicion.
