He watches me suck his fingers.His chest rises fast like he’s fighting to keep it together in front of everyone.And god, that does something to me.
There’s a high in it.I live for this version of him.
The way he falls apart when he’s with me.The way one lick of my tongue over his finger can mess him up so badly he has to clench his fists to stay quiet.No one’s ever looked at me the way he does.No one’s ever needed me like this.I’ve never felt power like this before.Not over anyone.
But here’s the kicker—he has power over me too.One word.One look.One touch of his hand on my skin, and I forget my own damn name.
He leans in again, voice rough.“If we weren’t in this fucking library right now, I’d have your legs over my shoulders and your cunt in my mouth right now.”
I inhale sharply, my thighs squeezing together, still throbbing from where he touched me.Still aching from everything we didn’t finish.
He leans in, breath hot against my jaw, voice nothing but a rough promise.
“I guess I’ll have to wait until we’re at my place to make a bigger mess of this pussy.”
God, he says it so casually.So fucking filthy.And I swear I can feel it between my legs.
But I shake my head, holding back the moan building in my throat.
“I can’t come over tonight.”
His brows knit together.“What?”
“Lola’s sleepover,” I say, keeping my tone gentle as my heart races.“It’s for Liz.Her last night before she leaves.”
“Fuck,” he mutters.“So I’m just supposed to spend the night hard, rubbing one out while you’re off painting nails and talking shit with your girls?”
My knee brushes his.It’s a calculated drag of skin that’s pure tease.Enough pressure to let him experience it.
He stills as his eyes drop to my mouth.That familiar flicker of tension cuts through his jaw.He knows he’s being played.
“You’re evil,” he mutters.
I tilt my head, acting innocent.“You like it.”
He leans in again, his hand slipping under the table, stopping right at my knee this time.
“You know I’m gonna have to rub one out before next period now?”
I drag my teeth across my bottom lip, giving him that slow, mischievous grin, a look that I know drives him insane.“Poor baby.”
His gaze darkens instantly.
“You could help,” he says, voice dropping lower, filthier.“Come to the boys’ bathroom and suck my cock like the filthy girl you pretend not to be.”
I shut my laptop, hands steady even though my pulse isn’t.
Reece stands without a word, his eyes locking onto mine with that stare.
That quiet command.The one that says, “Come with me.”
He turns and walks toward the back of the library, not toward the busy main bathrooms.He heads to the small one near the archives with the flickering lights, the forgotten bathroom that no one ever uses.
I wait another second, pretending to scan my notebook before I look around.A couple of kids are still hunched over their textbooks, earbuds in.Nobody is paying attention.
I stand there, my heart pounding so loudly I swear it echoes.
Each step toward the back hallway sharpens everything.My breath.My focus.My hunger.The moment I go through the door, Reece locks it, and he is on me.
