I screamed around my mouthful of him, ecstasy crashing over me, and I came all over his face.
He didn’t stop.
In fact, he went harder, rougher, losing it just like I was around his cock.
In seconds, I came again, heard his tongue swirling and him swallowing it all down frantically.
And then he went rigid and his warm cum sprayed down my throat, as he ripped his mouth from between my thighs and roared out into the room.
“Motherfucker, woman,” he choked as he sank into the sheets, panting and trembling.
I eased my mouth from his cock and climbed off him, turning around and licking the remnants of his salty cum off my lips.
“Damn,” he uttered at the sight. He held out his hand to me. “Come here.”
I settled down beside him and he tucked me into his side.
“You were fucking amazing, you know that?”
I chuckled. “Well, your tongue is another level, so right back at you.”
He grinned and tightened his hold on me.
We both relaxed into comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow.
With a sweep of his magic, he had me clad back in my jeans, even fixing the underwear aspect that he’d torn. My blazer was even back with the jeweled buttons done up. And for his part, he was back in all his clothes too.
“Nicely done.”
His eyes sparkled at me. “Want to get lunch together from the Cafeteria before our next classes?”
“Sounds great.”
I went to get off the bed, but stilled as an aggressive knock on my dorm room door sounded, thundering through our calm reverie.
Zayn bolted up into a sitting position. “What the shit? Who is that?”
I scented the air and tensed. “Seriously?”
“What?” he asked. “You sensed who it is?”
“Unfortunately, yeah. And the knocking isn’t gonna stop, believe me. He could be at it for literally hours.”
I pushed off the bed and strode to the door, sweeping my magic over the lock.
I sucked in a breath, then hauled the door open aggressively.
Sure enough, therehestood glaring at me. As though he had a right to.
Keuric Glastor.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded. “And more to the point, what is your problem?”
“I didn’t like how we left things earlier. Nor did I like that I was forced into some stupidfeelingssession because of our recent interactions.”
“Whatever you were apparentlyforced intohad nothing to do with me. I didn’t report you. Besides, you’re the one into the wholeforcingthing, not me.”
“You’re still harping on that? It was ages ago. Time to let it go.”
