Maybe it was Cormac, or some other mysterious soul but the door to the tunnel opens soundlessly, the hinges have been greased. Slipping inside, I halt for a moment, straining to hear footsteps or voices. There’s nothing, and I tiptoe down the stairs. This particular tunnel comes to a T and branches off to the left and right. The right turn leads towards Cormac’s cottage. Pausing at the junction, I still can’t hear anyone, which is a bigger concern. These floors are concrete and footsteps echo off the stone walls and ceiling.
Where could they have-
A hand slams over my mouth, smothering my scream. I slam my elbow back into their ribcage and stomp down on their foot, but they move it just in time.
There’s a pained grunt and then a whisper, “Stop, Mala! It’s me, goddamnit!”
“Cormac?” Angrily peeling his hand away from my face, I whirl around. “What the hell!” I whisper, “Creeping up on me like that? What’s wrong with you?”
He’s equally furious, pushing me into a little alcove and taking my jaw in one hand so he can whisper into my ear. “What are you doing down here alone after I specifically told you not to use the tunnels!”
“Because I saw a student slip behind the Library and use the tunnel. I didn’t think anyone but you knew about this one, it’s not one of the tunnels monitored by the security cameras.”
“So you thought the wise course of action would be to follow a stranger down the tunnel alone?” Now, he’s really mad and he gives me a little shake. “Are you daft, girl?”
Then, the dim lights lining the tunnel go out.
Chapter Sixteen
In which there is dirty, filthy tunnel sex and no one is displeased about it.
Cormac…
“Shh! The tunnel lights are motion-sensitive,” I murmur, “there’s no one here but us. Now, at least.”
Mala sags against me in relief. “Okay.”
I’m trying to concentrate on the seriousness of this moment. I need to know who she saw, a description. There’s only a handful of people at the Academy who know about this tunnel and the hidden entrance, and if she didn’t recognize them, it’s an enemy.
Mala is leaning against me, her breasts pushing into my chest with every agitated breath. I breathe in her sweet scent of honey and tangerine and feel her warmth and I have missed her. The addictive feel of her rules me and it’s been three days since I’ve been inside her.
“You and Cox seemed cozy the other day.”
“Really? That’s the only thing you have to say to me?”
My hands slide down her arms, fingers loosely circling her thin wrists and drawing them up over her head. The move makesher back arch and I can feel her nipples, already hard, poking through her thin sweater. “Have you missed me, little fox?”
“I…” My bad girl is fighting it. “You know I have,” she finishes in a rush.
The little alcove I’ve pushed her into keeps us from the motion sensor lights and it’s pitch black. I can feel her soft breath on my cheek and those damned hard little nipples teasing me. Holding her wrists with one hand, I slide my hand under her sweater, smiling as she sucks in a breath. Yanking down the cups of her bra, I gently twist her nipples and toy with her breasts, squeezing and stroking them.
“Cormac…”
“Keep your arms up.” I grab the nape of her neck and shove my hand down the front of her jeans, inside her panties, sliding my middle finger up inside her and hooking it hard against the little spot that I know will make her moan, gripping her pussy tight with my hand.
A tiny sound escapes her parted lips but she stays right where she is, heart pounding furiously.
“I’ve missed this perfect little cunt,” I whisper, enjoying her little shudder. “I’ve missed how it wraps around me so tight, the sweet smell of your slick.”
This is insane. I don’t care. My cock’s hard to the point of physical pain and the desperate way her pussy’s clamping down on my single finger tells me she needs me, too.
“You’re going to be quiet, my bad girl. You’ll take my dick right here in this dirty, pitch-black tunnel and when you come, you will not make a sound. Understood?”
A strangled gasp could be interpreted as a yes, since she’s nodding furiously against my neck and I yank her jeans down and off one foot, ripping those damn panties loose when they refuse to move fast enough.
“Unzip me,” I whisper hoarsely. I’m losing the power of rational thought. Of my duty and responsibility and the only thing that matters is cramming my cock into her as far as it will go. She’s shakily yanking my belt and zipper loose and I feel her small fingers reach in to pull my dick out, squeezing it, not gently, and I nearly come right then. My hand’s still wet with her slick as I grip her ass and lift her onto my cock, slamming her down and forcing her to take all of me in one vicious thrust.
Her teeth dig into my lower lip as she tries to stay silent and I brace my feet, rocking her slowly against the wall, moving my hips side to side, trying to loosen her up. When her teeth let go of my lip, I fuck her rough, filling her up, taking her cunt,mycunt and enjoying her nearly soundless moans, her breasts shaking with every harsh stroke inside her. She’s pushing back against me, almost struggling, just to see if I’ll keep her pinned there and I tighten my grip.
