“Devlin,” I gasp. “Devlin, what I’m feeling right now, oh God… Please don’t stop. This is so… fuck.”
“Tell me everything you’re feeling.”
“I can’t—” I whimper and moan again.
He bites my shoulder in impatience, letting out a short growl. “I want to eat you. Every fucking time I see you.”
His free hand comes up to grip my throat gently, carefully, and the sensation makes me nearly whimper with pleasure.
Then he adds a third finger and fucks me with all three, hitting some spot inside me that makes sparks fly from my eyes.
Waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.
The sheer thickness of him is staggering—three fingers carving a deep, relentless rhythm into my core. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m actually taking this, stretching to accommodate him, but every heavy stroke feels like a brand. It’s a total takeover.
He fucks me like he owns me.
“Come on, my sweet Val. Come for me just like this.” His voice is feverish, desperate. “And for the whole of next year,you’ll only be allowed to come like this. Nothing else. You won’t get what you’re begging for right now. You’ll beg and beg for my cock, but every time I’ll fuck you with just my hand until you start behaving yourself.”
Those words are the breaking point. I come apart completely— needy, pathetic whimpers break from my throat as an orgasm slams into me with enough force to turn my bones to liquid.
If it weren’t for Devlin’s body pinning me in place and his hand anchoring me, I’d collapse right there on the floor.
“Babe,” he whispers into my damp hair. “Babe.”
While I’m coming down, he covers the back of my neck with short, light kisses, still repeating “babe” like he’s stuck on the word.
I’m too embarrassed to look at him. My heart is torn between longing and tenderness as his hand strokes me gently.
“I hope that was just dirty talk for the sake of… the moment,” I finally manage. “And not a real warning, Bower.”
I try not to remember exactly what I begged for, what I said.
I hope he’ll smirk and say something sarcastic, but he remains eloquently silent.
I slowly turn toward him. “You can’t be serious.”
“Hush.” He touches his lips to my forehead, weightless for just a couple of seconds. “I don’t give a shit about dirty talk. I mean everything I say. We’ll discuss it later. You’re soaking wet—I don’t want you to catch a cold.”
He starts to adjust my t-shirt, but I kick out, managing to brush his hands away.
He just pulls a disgruntled face and has the nerve to stroke my hair.
“What the hell are you talking about a year from now?” I blurt out. “You’re graduating from college, and you’ll probably be off to the pro team even sooner. And I’ll be staying here.”
“What’s that got to do with us?”
Us.He said us. But we’re not even dating! My nerves can’t take it anymore.
I quickly pull up my jeans and try to run, but this time Devlin really holds me back by force.
“If I went too far this time, or if there was anything you didn’t like, you have to tell me. Val? Val?! You fucking know that I won’t let you go.”
“Everything was okay.”
He flinches like I’ve struck him. But he doesn’t let go.
“I won’t let you go. No.”
