His other hand glides to the small of my back, pulling me against him. The hard press of his cock beneath his joggers tells me I understood him just fine.
“No,” I lie. “He’s a fucking dick, Kai.”
“Biggest one I ever met.”
I snort-laugh but there’s not a trace of humor in Kai’s green eyes. In fact, the only thing I recognize on his face is a dark lust I haven’t seen in days.
My hand goes to Kai’s shoulder. “What’s gotten into you? Our professor calls me a trailer park whore, and suddenly you want to jump my fucking bones?”
“Yeah…how fucking dare he?” Kai mumbles, his eyes dropping to my mouth. “If anyone’s gonna call you a whore, it’s me.”
I dig my fingers into his shoulder and slap his chest with my other hand. “No one’s calling me anything! Not you, definitely not?—“
Kai’s brutal kiss cuts me off.
I groan into his mouth, hands finding his hips, pulling him flush against me. He’s even harder now, straining against his pants, and it’s because of what Bastian said. What he called me.
“You like it when he calls me a slut?” I breathe against his lips as our hands rove each other’s bodies.
“That all he said?” he mumbles.
“No, he—” I gasp as his thigh pushes between mine, my jeans scraping against my skin as his leg puts pressure on my pussy in a most delicious way.
“Tell me everything.”
“I already?—”
“Everything.Again.”
“He said—” I interrupt myself with a moan as Kai grinds his leg against me “—he didn’t need my desperate little cunt.”
“Jesus.” Kai’s hips buck against me. His hand slides up my side, grabbing my tit roughly through my camel sweater.
“He called me a pathetic trailer park whore,” I breathe.
“Fuck.” Kai’s voice is hoarse.
“Told me you’d have to keep me company until he called.”
“He’s still going to call?” Kai pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes are wild.
I dig my fingers into the back of his neck. “Do you want him to?”
“I don’t know what I want. But I know I can’t stop thinking about—“ He swallows hard. “About?—”
I silence him with another kiss. It’s messier this time. Desperate.
His hand slides down, cupping me through my jeans. I whimper against his mouth, bucking into his palm.
“About him?” I murmur. “About us? All three of us?”
He groans, low and broken, and then his fingers are fumbling with my zipper, shoving into my jeans. My already drenched pussy seems to surprise him, but in a good way.
“Jesus, Haven.”
“Don’t stop.”
His fingers push inside me, two at once, thrusting and curling until my legs buckle. I cling to his shoulders, face buried in his neck, biting down on his dark Balenciaga hoodie to muffle the sounds I’m making.
