Devlin stays silent, studying my face in that intense way that makes me squirm.
“Monica’s the singer from that band that disrupted the mayor’s visit to campus. She also hosts a radio show…”
“I know who Monica is, Val.”
I decide to ignore the fact that he hasn’t answered my question about whether it’s her.
“What are you looking at on my face?”
“I’m not looking at anything. Just admiring.”
The calm tone makes me even more flustered. I can feel heat creeping up my neck.Please don’t let me be blushing.
“Shut up,” I say weakly.
“As you wish.” He leans in closer, effectively pinning me against the wall.
And that’s when my nerves snap.
I quickly rise onto my tiptoes, grab him by the back of the head, and kiss him myself.
Devlin immediately throws himself fully into it, pressing against me, running his hands all over me, groping me through my clothes.
“Fuck,” he gasps against my mouth. “I can’t take it anymore.”
His hand finds my cock through my jeans, stroking firmly, and I nearly collapse from the sensation. At the same time, his other hand works at my waistband, pulling the fabric down to expose my ass.
I’m writhing in his arms, losing my mind.
“Need to see you come for me again,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear as he nibbles the lobe.
His hand is on my bare skin now, caressing my buttocks, and then his fingers find my hole, circling it teasingly.
Heat floods through me, and I realize I want more. I want everything.
“Devlin,” I whisper. “Go all the way.”
He freezes. “What?”
“Please. I want… I need you to—”
“No.” His voice is firm, almost stern. “It’s too soon. And I’ll never do it in a place like this.”
Frustration crashes over me. I understand why he’s refusing, but emotionally I’m devastated.
So I dodge his next kiss, but I don’t pull away—instead, I grind my ass back against him.
Devlin goes completely still for five long seconds.
Then he leans in, his voice menacing in my ear. “Don’t ever do that again. Never, Val.”
Before I can respond, he drops to his knees behind me. His mouth presses against my hole, and he licks aggressively, making me wet and pliant.
Then he straightens up, and I feel one finger pressing inside me, stretching me carefully.
“You finally got what you wanted,” he whispers roughly. “You’ve driven me completely mad. Only it’s not going to go the way you expected.”
He adds a second finger, first stretching gently, then driving them in as far as they’ll go. All the while, he presses my back against his chest so he can see part of my face, watch my reactions.
