‘So fucking much,’ I whisper, tears springing to my eyes as the aching need intensifies.
His cheek spasms. ‘Okay, okay. You don’t have to beg me.’
‘You’re such an asshole.’
Grinning, he slides his hand down my leg, hooking the lace fabric of my underwear. He yanks them down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder. He glances up one last time before he dives between my thighs. A sound I don’t recognise leaves my mouth as his tongue runs straight down the slit of my entrance. His tongue circles over my most sensitive area, making my legs tremble on his shoulders.
‘Eyes on me,’ he murmurs. My eyes shift back to meet his, and I feel the heat of a blush race up my neck and jump onto my cheeks.
As his tongue circles and teases my clit, I jerk under his hold, barely able to withstand the intensity of it. He spends a generous amount of time down there before he leans back for a breather and to sink a finger inside me. When a second finger enters, curling at just the right angle, I know I’m about to come undone. A desperate part-moan, part-yelp tears from me, and my fingers slide down his neck, sinking into his flesh as I buck and writhe my hips, grinding against his tongue and fingers.
The sensation is building, coming on fast and hard, making me tense. When I feel my orgasm explode, I let out a shriek, his name leaving my lips. An intense throbbing sensation courses through me in waves before I slowly come back down from the high, feeling like my soul is detached from my body and I’m floating overhead, watching this all take place.
Leaning back onto his calves, he runs his tongue around his glistening mouth. His cheeks are deliciously flushed, his hair a total mess, and my wetness coats the complete lower half of his face.
‘I knew it,’ he murmurs, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. ‘I knew you’d be the best damn thing I’ve ever tasted.’
20
MASON
ANYA PUSHES TO HERfeet and combs her fingers through her hair, which has completely fallen out of the bun she had it piled up in on top of her head. Her entire body is shaking as she quickly redoes it and pulls her skirt down. Pupils dilated, her face a stunning peach colour, she moves desperately around, trying to find something.
‘Looking for these?’ I ask, a smug smirk dancing across my lips.
Her eyes zero in on the scrap of white fabric I have clenched in my hand. Her jaw drops open before she manages to neutralise her expression, straightening her spine in an attempt to look me in the eyes, even though she only comes up to my chest.
‘Yes, actually,’ she says curtly, holding out her hand.
‘Nah, I think I’ll keep these.’ I grin, pocketing her underwear and enjoying the reddening of her cheeks. ‘You know, for the memories.’
‘Mason!’ she snaps, eyes wide in panic. ‘Absolutely not.’
‘You can try to get them from me,’ I dare her, smirking.
Letting out a huff, she glares at me, knowing that what I’ve just said is fact. With my height and quick reflexes, there’s no chance of her hands even coming close.
‘Fine,’ she hisses. ‘Keep them.’
‘I will.’
She spends more time than necessary fixing up her outfit, and I can’t help but smirk, enjoying how much I’ve ruffled those perfect little feathers.
‘So,’ I drawl, leaning forward and trapping her against the desk once more. ‘Did you like it?’
Gritting her teeth, she glares somewhere over my shoulder. ‘It wasn’t too bad.’
I let out a low chuckle. ‘You came all over my face, Blush. I think it’s safe to say it was better than “not too bad”.’
‘Oh, God.’ She lets out a high-pitched laugh, covering her face with her hands. ‘I can’t believe we just did that. In ourclassroom.’
‘Pretty hot, wasn’t it?’
Peering at me through the gaps in her fingers, she eventually lowers them, finally breaking free the playful smile that I love.
‘Yeah. It was.’
I help her gather her things, then we exit wordlessly. I offer to get us both coffees and much to my surprise, the effortlessness between us seems to be back. At least for now. Probably still wrapped up in her post-orgasm high, Anya doesn’t hate me right now and isn’t afraid of letting me in. I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.
