“Cole, don’t,” she protested. “I don’t want this. Don’t cheat on her with me. I couldn’t bear it.” Her voice broke. Fuck.
“She doesn’t mean anything,” I said then cursed at what a douche I sounded like.
Eva scoffed as I shoved up her sweater, revealing the tank top she wore underneath, marveling at the shadow of her nipples visible through the white cotton. I lowered my mouth to one, sucked hard through the fabric, then teased her with my teeth, worrying the taut nub until she cried out.
“Good girl. Let me know how much you don’t want this.”
“I don’t want— I?—”
“I know I haven’t earned your trust,” I breathed against her skin, shifting my thigh to grind against her pussy, her heat burning into me through the thin layers between us. She’d worn that plaid skirt I fucking couldn’t get enough of, and I couldn’t wait to dive between her thighs and see how wet she was.
“Cole—”
“I need you,” I whispered, half hoping she couldn’t hear my confession. “I wish I could undo every stupid fucking thing I did from the moment I caught you in Coach’s office. I wish I’d never blackmailed you. I wish I’d earned your trust instead of forcing you into a relationship. I wish?—”
Eva made a broken sound, and I looked up at her then sucked hard on her nipple, wishing I could communicate with my body how important she was to me, that I was astrapped as she was, and I’d gnaw my own leg off if it meant she could escape. But I couldn’t tell her any of that.
“I want you to put your hands above your head,” I growled against her breast, nipping hard enough to make her gasp. “Show me you remember how to be good for me.” The way she trembled, caught between desire and defiance, made me want to push her further, to break through her walls until she begged for me, told me she wanted me, gave me any indication she might one day forgive me for what I’d done, what I was still doing to hurt her.
“Can you do that for me, sparrow?” I looked up at her as I alternated between her breasts, kneading one while I sucked the other.
“I—”
“Please,” I growled. She trembled in my arms but didn’t answer, her wide eyes searching mine for I don’t know what.Please, sparrow, trust me. Give me this. Let me taste you.“Use your words, Eva. Tell me you’ll keep your hands where they are.”
“I’ll keep my hands where they are,” she breathed.
Oh, thank god.“Such a good girl for me.”
I sank to my knees and shoved my hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt up. The thick black tights she wore threw me momentarily, and then I lifted her thigh to wrap around my shoulder and wrapped my arms around her.
I dug my fingers into the fabric and ripped them, splitting them from back to front. I traced my fingers over the curves of her ass, savoring how her breath hitched, how goosebumps followed my touch. The silk of her skin called to something primal in me—the need to possess, to claim, to ruin. When I reached the lace edge of her panties, already damp with need, she whimpered. The sound went straight to my cock, feeding the dark hunger only she could satisfy.
“Cole,” Eva said.
I looked up at her and growled. “These expensive tights, this proper student act—we both know what you really are, don’t we? A desperate little slut who gets wet at the thought of being used in the library. Isn’t that right, sparrow?”
“Yes,” she cried out, canting her hips toward me, and I dove in. I licked and nibbled her through the silk of her panties then shoved them aside so I could eat my fill.
“Fuck, you taste so good, sparrow. How did I go without this for even a day, let alone weeks?”
I devoured her like a starving man, drowning in the taste of her arousal, her thighs trembling against my cheeks, the desperate little whimpers she tried to swallow back. Every clench of her pussy fed my obsession—proof that no matter what she said, her body remembered who owned it. I’d make this so fucking good for her, she’d never be able to wipe the memory away.
Eva wobbled against the wall, and I adjusted my position so I could slide my fingers into her, fucking her roughly as I sucked on her clit. It didn’t take much before she was going off like fucking fireworks.
“Cole,” she sobbed, thrashing her head against the wall.
“Shhh, sparrow. Don’t want to get caught with me eating out this sweet pussy in the library, do you? Don’t want the rest of the world to know what a slut you are for me, do you?”
“I’m not a slut for you,” she moaned, even as her pussy clenched around my fingers.
“You are. You’re a filthy, greedy slut, who’s going to come one more time for me,” I said against her pussy before biting her thigh hard enough that a bruise would bloom.
“I can’t—it’s too much,” she whined.
“It’s only been a few weeks, sparrow. Have you already forgotten how to be a good girl for me?”
I slid another finger into her then crooked them, sliding them against that spot I knew would set her off.
