Page 202 of Hide and Keep

Lips teasing the side of my neck, he corrects, “Personal protection agent.”

Now it’s my turn to chuckle. Chuckleandshiver because the smallest nibble has me shaking for more.

Someone knocks on the door, threatening to interrupt.

“Out of order!” Crue yells over his shoulder, refusing to let them.

Focusing on me again, he maintains eye contact as he scrapes his bared teeth over the thin skin at my throat, making me hiss.He doesn’t close his lips and suck though, setting himself apart from every other guy I’ve been with. I both love and hate it. I like having my neck sucked on for a reason.

Although I don’t feel the noose right now. All I feel is Crue.

Taking my hands from behind his head, he repositions them to frame the sink, then straightens to flip the back of my dress up, pulling my underwear down enough to uncover my ass.

My pussy clenches in anticipation.

It takes him a matter of seconds to undo his pants, shoving them and his nondescript boxer briefs to his knees.

I have to move my hips to the side to get a better view of the cock I’ve spent months imagining, drawing, wanting. The sketch my imagination conjured absolutely pales in comparison to the real thing. Crue’s cock is long and thick and upright.

Our eyes meet and I can’t help myself. It’s just too good to pass up.

“Where did you learn how to measure? School for giants?”

I’ve caught glimpses before, but not in its full-mast entirety yet.

Shaking his head, Crue laughs a little, a bit of pink creeping across his cheeks. Is he embarrassed? Nervous?

“There’s no way that’s four inches, Crue.”

His chuckle grows. “I told you I’ve never measured.”

“You should’ve.”

Another headshake, then, “I’ll let your cunt do the measuring.”

While one hand pumps his rigid cock, Crue uses the other at the base of my spine to push along each vertebra until I’m bent over the sink, my palms flat on the concrete countertop. This school is ancient, but the restrooms are not. They’ve been remodeled several times since Littoral first opened its ultra-exclusive doors. Housing crystal chandeliers between each vessel sink as well as touchless faucets, the university’sbathrooms are the ultimate display of vintage and contemporary working together.

With a chin-jerk at the backlit mirror less than a couple inches from my face, he warns, “Eyes on me the whole time. Don’t even think about closing them.”

I’ll try, I think, already questioning if I’ll be able to keep that promise.

He kisses the side of my neck at the same time I feel his tip at my entrance, his finger and thumb wrapped around the head, dragging it through my slickness.

“Don’t get all patient on me now, Crue. Fuck me already—”

He plunges his cock between my walls, earning groans from us both, but only making it about halfway in.

In all fairness, that’s what I get for turning down foreplay. I’m wet enough, but I’m not nearly relaxed enough.

Crue grasps my hips and works himself deeper into me, withdrawing an inch, only to regain two or more, until eventually, he’s bottomed out, his lower stomach mashed to my ass, his ball sack brushing my clit.

Fully sheathed, he pauses to look down between us.

Glancing back up at me, his smile nearly makes me come on the spot. It’s that sexy.

“You okay?”

All I say is, “Mm-hm,” even though I’m more than okay.

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