Her feet sway off the floor and her arms tighten around my neck, squeezing to maintain her hold on me since I haven’t bothered to help her out.
“He’s not my boyfriend. We literally just met because I slammed into him running late to class.” My pulse jumps at her words. “I don’t even know the guy. We have one class together and this is the first time we’ve spoken.”
I grab the backs of her thighs, hoisting her higher up. Her legs wrap around my waist and my hands move to her ass. I lean her back against the door and wait to see if she’ll demand to be put down. She doesn’t. Neither does she yell at me for the way I’m cupping her ass right now.
“If you’re protecting him—“
She snorts. “I’m not. I have no reason to, so get off your high horse. I’m not some damsel in need of saving.”
“Is that so?” I ask, shifting my hips so her center grinds down on my cock.
She gasps. “What are you doing?”
I repeat the movement, and she shakes in my arms. “Are you sure you’re not in need of saving?”
EIGHTY-SIX
Kasey
Iignore the way my heart is racing in my chest.
“By the guy who just called me stupid, shallow, and implied I was unattractive and incapable of holding a man’s attention?” I shake my head. “I think I’m good.”
There’s a flash of something in his gaze I can’t quite put my finger on. His hold tightens on my ass and his dick strains against his jeans, pressing firmly between my thighs. What was I thinking wrapping my legs around him like this?
As if hearing my thoughts, Dominique smirks.Asshole.I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Using his shoulders for leverage I raise myself up a few inches and roll my hips over his length in a long caress. He sucks in a breath, his eyes dark and filled with challenge.
Holding his stare, I do it again, and his entire body trembles with need. I'm not blind. Despite his earlier words, he wants me. He won't after today, but right now at this very moment, Dominique Price wants to fuck me, and knowing that sends a flood of euphoria surging through me. This means he's no longer in control here. I'm the one with all the power now.
"Don't start something you can't finish."
"Why not? It's not like you could possibly want me, right? So why would me doing this," I grind my pussy against him again, liquid heat soaking my panties, "matter to you? You can't possibly be affected, right?"
He doesn't say a word, but when I give another deliberate roll of my hips, he digs his fingers into my ass and thrusts upward, grinding his dick into me in response.
To my complete horror, a moan escapes me, and he levels me with a knowing smirk.
I dig my short nails into his shoulders as he dry humps me against the classroom door in long languid thrusts and Oh. My. God. That feels good.
One of his hands comes up to knead my breast and I shamelessly arch into his touch. He grunts against the corner of my mouth and the sound snaps something in me, lifting some of the pleasure-induced haze from my eyes.
Why do I let him make me feel like this? I fucking hate him.
Taking a deep breath, I lean forward, licking and biting my way up his neck until my lips graze the shell of his ear. "What would you do if I told you to fuck me?" I whisper and swirl my tongue along his skin.
His sharp intake of breath lets me know I've surprised him and he freezes, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes are drowning in need, but there's a hint of confusion too, so I decide to taunt him some more. I make a show of licking my lips and his eyes immediately drop to my mouth.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
He doesn't answer, but his muscles strain against his skin, the veins in his neck protruding.
"I bet you'd like it even more if I begged for it. Got down on my knees and showed you just how bad I—"
His fist tangles in my hair and he yanks my face toward his, tilting my head so his lips can capture my own. His kiss is savage and hungry as he claims my mouth with his tongue in long greedy stokes. I moan into his mouth, and that only seems to spur him on.
His grip holds me in place, leaving me no choice but to accept his punishing kiss. The hand in my hair moves to the side of my neck in a possessive hold while the other continues to hold me up, kneading my ass. He pulls away from the door and carries me further into the room, his mouth never leaving mine until I feel a solid surface beneath me.
