Page 101 of Illicit

She bites her lip before glancing up and down the hall. Then she looks back at me as she silently pulls her door shut behind her. Not even a click.

It takes her two seconds to get to me. Her light touch lands on my bare chest, drags down to my abs, and farther down to the elastic of my gym shorts where she tucks a finger and runs it under the band.

I don’t give a shit who’s asleep down the hall. She doesn’t have to beg or say a word. At this point, I’d follow her anywhere.

Currently, the bathroom.

I switch on the light and lock the door behind us. My gaze drops to her perfect ass. The slip of material disappears between each perfect globe. I can’t take my eyes off her as she reaches in the shower to turn on the water.

To muffle the noise.

Smart.

No wonder her grades were so good.

When she turns to me, her arms cross at her waist. The tank hits the floor right before her panties do. Not uttering a word, she kicks them to the side as her fingers return to my abs right before her lips touch my pec.

“Rocco, are you going to make me beg?” she whispers against my skin before she looks up to me. “Because I will, even though it seems like a waste of time.”

I capture her face between my hands and bring it to mine. I devour her mouth as her hand lands on my dick. She slides it down and cups my balls through my shorts.

I’ve never wanted to throw away my own convictions more than I do now.

She slides her hand up and into my shorts.

I’m commando.

The moment she realizes, her slim fingers wrap around me for a squeeze.

That’s it.

I break our kiss and let go of her long enough to push my shorts to the floor. Her eyes go straight to my cock for the first time and widen.

She licks her lips.

I take her by the hand and pull her into the shower with me. If we’re doing this down the hall from her parents and sister, I need all the white noise I can get. I pull her under the water but keep going. Her back is pressed to the tile wall, and I’m pressed to her. My cock is long and hard as all my blood rushes south. I press my hips into her stomach when all I want is her pussy.

But then she surprises me.

Her hands land on my hips, and she pushes me away. Her eyes go straight to my cock again, like she can’t get enough. Without looking away from her target, I wonder if I’ve died and gone to heaven.

She drops to her knees.

Water drips down my chest as I stare down at the woman I can’t get enough of. Until now, it’s been me doing the giving. This is a memory I’ll happily be willing to burn on my brain forever.

She looks up at me, and I think she’s about to whisper something when her lips part, but she says nothing. Her tongue sneaks out to taste me, dragging the tip along the vein on the underside of my cock.

I suck in a breath and put a hand to the tile wall to brace.

Her hands come to the front of my thighs to hang on when she whispers, “Is that okay?”

Is that okay?

Fuck.

When I don’t answer, she keeps whispering, “I’ve never done this before. But after today, I want to do something for you.”

I run my fingertips over her bottom lip. “I have no fucking idea what I did to deserve you.”

---