Perhaps I should’ve looked deeper. Should’ve gone into Tenarus.
Eventually, their conversation grows quieter, and their footsteps fall faint before dying off. Elle moves, trying to twist out of my grip, but I hold her still—just in case.
It’s hard to tell whether they’ll come back or not. I don’t want to chance it.
And if I’m honest with myself, I don’t particularly want to move from this spot either. The scent of honey and vanilla envelops me, and Elle’s hair is soft against the underside of my jaw, her breathing harsh against my skin, leaving damp patches where it brushes.
If we get up now, if we move before I’m ready, she’ll see the evidence of my lies. That I want her—want to touch her—more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.
That I’d sacrifice just about anything—my career, reputation, you name it—for her to kiss me. Even if it was the last time.
“Who was that?” she whispers.
“No one you need to concern yourself with.”
“You dove for cover, but you’re telling me not to worry?”
“I dragged you in here because we were going to be caught.”
“But we weren’t even doing anything.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I reply. “How do you think it would have looked for us to be out here together all alone? Avernia students and stafftalk, Elle.”
She shifts again, tilting her hips in a way that makes me bite my tongue accidentally.
A heartbeat passes, and she does it a third time, bearing down in a more concentrated effort. Like she knows what she’s doing—like she can feel me beneath her.
Fuck. She can, can’t she?
I shouldn’t like it so much. In every other similar situation, only disgust filters through my veins when another person chases intimacy, yet I don’t ever want her to stop.
Her lips curve against my neck as her hips continue their undulation, slowly working over me. “You’re a liar, Boy Scout.”
“Elle.” I offer her name like a half-hearted prayer. “We shouldn’t keep pressing our luck.”
“Okay, but what if we just pressed right…” She slides back, then forward, practically riding me through my pants. “…here?”
My jaw unhinges, falling open as arousal spins through me. Her teeth nick my jugular, making me shudder, and I realize how close to coming I already am.
“Elle. This is a very bad idea.”
“Bad ideas make the best stories.”
I can’t think, can barely breathe as she continues, dragging her cunt firmly along the rigid length of my dick. Deep down, I know I need to stop this, especially considering we could both be in danger or get caught, but I don’t.
I’m not sure which would be worse right now, and I don’t fucking care.
Instead, I scratch at the dirty gazebo floorboards and let her have her way with me. Desire spins a vast and colorful tapestry through my veins, and she pulls back to look in my eyes. Her fingers touch my chin, sweeping over my lips; I part them, allowing her to slip her index finger inside for a moment.
“I don’t know what’s going on at this school,” she says softly, bearing down so hard a whimper escapes me. “Butthisis undeniable. You and me. Tell me you don’t feel it.”
“All I feel at the moment is your pussy soaking my pants.”
“Don’t say that like you don’t wish it was wrapped around your cock right now.”
Every muscle in my body strains. “You have a filthy mouth, temptress.”
She grins, leaning in to suck at my bottom lip before flicking her tongue against it. “And you havenoidea.”
