“Such a sweet cunt you have.” He draws back and thrusts into my pussy while his fingers thrust into my ass.
I can’t tell which way is up anymore as he takes me slowly. I beg softly, not even knowing what I’m begging for. “Eli.”
“One more, kitten.” He smacks my ass as he surges deep inside me.
I’m sure everyone in the coffee shop can hear the noise I make, but I couldn’t stop it if I tried. My body shakes as the release rips through me. Eli catches me against him as his cock jerks inside me, filling me with his hot cum.
His breath echoes in the room with mine. “Fuck, kitten.”
When he pulls out of me, I suck in a breath. I can’t move. My fingers are glued to the sink. His arms wrap around me to wash his hands. His still hard cock presses against my ass. Little aftershocks keep taking me under, drowning me in pleasure.
He steps away for a moment and then cleans us both up. Raising my jeans over my hips, he fastens them. My breathing is almost normal, and the sting of my ass cheek finally penetrates the fog surrounding my brain.
Eli lifts me against him. “You were so dripping wet, kitten. I hadn’t planned to fuck you.”
I lean into his warmth. We’re in the bathroom at a coffee shop, and we have to go back out there. There’s no way anyone missed the sounds coming from this bathroom.
Groaning, I turn into his arms and bury my face against his chest. I’m sure this will be all around the school tomorrow. “Can we sneak out the back door?”
Eli wraps his arms around me and chuckles. “Nah, kitten.” He tips my chin up. “It was bound to happen. I’m just surprised I was the first to drag you in here.”
“That’s not very reassuring,” I grumble.
He claims my mouth. It’s different from his normal kisses. Almost gentle in comparison.
“We’ll play more this week. Did I hurt your pussy, kitten?” His dark eyes search mine.
I shake my head. “Still a little tender.”
He presses his lips to mine again and takes my hand. “Keep your attention on us. You belong to us.”
My cheeks burn red as he leads me out of the bathroom and back to our table. I sit down gingerly, trying to avoid the others’ eyes. I need to focus on homework. But when I lift my gaze, it locks on Luke’s, and I see that possessive look in his eyes. It grabs and tugs at something deep inside me.
I’d like to say it’s my survival instinct, but it’s not. It’s something far more primal.
CHAPTER 40
Fog Friction Chance
Jack
Eli fucked Harper in the bathroom. No one could mistake those sounds coming from our girl as anything else. The tentative way she’s sitting, I’m confident he spanked her too.
It’s a dangerous precedent to set if Luke’s eyes on Harper are any indication. While we didn’t say anything specific about not fucking Harper, the girl just lost her virginity to five guys. She could use a little time before we descend on her.
But I can see how Eli got carried away. She’s so fucking responsive. Damn near addictive.
The door to the coffee shop opens, and I glance that way and wish I didn’t.Hewalks in like he owns the place. The Greek God.
“Hey.” Patrick stands from the table of football players and walks over to my Greek God. “Coach Turner, how’s it going?”
Assistant Coach Darius Turner. Yet another reason I shouldn’t have fucked around with him. Of course, at the time, he didn’t work for our school.
He’s tall and built, only a couple years out of college. His t-shirt molds to his chest muscles. He’s got on gray sweatpants that do little to disguise the cock he’s packing. His cock isn’t as big as Caden’s, but he’s a close second.
“Just getting some coffee, Patrick. You keeping your grades up?” He moves forward in line. He runs a hand over his tight curls, and his dark brown eyes flick my way.
I don’t drop my gaze. Never have, never will. He started coaching at Sherman High this year. I didn’t lie to him when I told him I was eighteen. He just didn’t ask if I was still in high school. Made for one hell of an awkward first practice.
