Page 121 of Endless Anger
“It doesn’t need to be a wholething,” she rushes out, like she’s embarrassed. “But I have spent the last three years wondering, so I just thought maybe…”
When I don’t immediately reply, she sighs and starts to get off me. I cup my palms under her ass and haul her up, walking to the bed. Dropping her on the mattress, I yank my shirt off and plant my fists on either side of her head, hovering over her.
My throat itches with need, but I ignore it.
“Don’t take that as me saying I don’t want to tell you.” I brush a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, grazing the row of piercings lining the shell and spinning the ruby-studded flat. “We can talk about how I was a fucking dumbass and how I’ll never be able to make up for what I did. But…I’ve beendyingto kiss you again.”
She flutters her eyelashes against her cheeks, brushing the heated pink skin. “Me too.”
“Good.” I grin, and when she returns the gesture, it strikes me deep in my gut that this is actually happening. That Lucy Aberdeen Wolfe wants to kissme, despite everything. “I’d like to do some other stuff to you while we kiss if that’s okay.”
Nodding, she digs her teeth into her bottom lip, reaching up to stroke my face. My body trembles, a mix of apprehension and excitement twisting my insides into knots.
“What are you waiting for then?” she whispers. “I want your hands on me.”
Lifting a shaky palm, I slide it behind her head, threading through her soft, luxurious hair. I clutch her skull and pull her up, reveling in the gasp that escapes as her back arches to meet me.
My dick jumps behind my zipper as our mouths meet once again,hers widening enough to push her tongue into mine. She flicks in and out over my teeth, and I slip my other arm beneath her waist, fitting her pelvis against me.
She wraps her hands around the back of my neck and then hooks a leg behind my thigh, angling so her pussy rubs me through the layers she has on. Her skirt rises, catching on her hips, and I’m already panting at the thought of tearing it off her.
I squeeze, tugging at her sweater, and slowly glide my way over the curve of her leg, urging her closer. Our kisses ignite a hunger deep in the center of my being, begging me formore.
Circling her ankle, I push her calf into her thigh, moving it toward the mattress. Rolling my hips, I use the added space to grind forcefully against her clit, swallowing the strangled sound she makes with the contact.
My hands practically dwarf every inch of her I touch. Releasing her leg, I reach for the hem of her sweater, abandoning her mouth temporarily. With each inch of skin exposed as I push the fabric up, my lips trace the path, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach.
She sits up, lifting her arms so I can take the sweater off entirely, and then she’s just in her skirt, tights, and a flimsy little bralette. Black lace covers her pale, sexy tits, obscuring her pretty pink nipplesjust so. I run my hand down the zipper of my pants, my cock already throbbing, making it difficult to see straight.
I’m aware that being a virgin may put me at a slight disadvantage, not to mention the fact that I’ve been dreaming about seeing this girl naked for the past seven or so years. Ever since I got my first hard-on watching her swim laps in the pool behind her house and realized my sexual attraction wasn’t nonexistent, it just needed a deep connection to kick in.
Still, I didn’t come into this unprepared. I’ve watched porn, I’ve practiced, I’ve fucked my hand raw some nights to build up stamina. I even swallowed my pride and asked my dad and uncles for advice, of which their main thing was to focus onher.
I can’t imagine doing anything else.
My thumb grazes one hardened peak, and her mouth parts on a shaky breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” I utter.
Her face reddens. “Don’t say stuff you don’t mean.”
Dipping my head, I pull the lace cup toward me, baring her tit, and run the flat of my tongue over it. Saliva paints her skin, and I pull the nipple between my lips, sucking gently.
“I’ve never been more honest in my entire life,” I say around her. “You are the most magnificent creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Her fingers crawl up my neck, tangling in my hair.
Keeping my eyes on her, studying for every slight change in breathing, every flush of her cheeks, each swallowed moan, I score my teeth over her flesh. Just a bit at first, and when a fire seems to blaze in her blue irises, I apply more pressure, biting firmly.
She hisses, her back arching, and pushes more of her tit into my mouth. I lave over the bite, reveling in the red, inflamed imprint, and repeat it on the inside, closer to the center of her chest. Then again on the opposite side and again at the top until there’s a desperate trail of teeth marks leading to her collarbone.
“Vampire,” she rasps, watching as I move farther down the length of her body, taking her skirt and tights with me. Lifting her hips, she lets me disrobe her lower half, leaving her in only a pair of black lace panties that match her bralette.
“Can’t seem to help myself,” I say, skimming my lips along her calf, propping it on my shoulder. “When you leave here later, I want everyone on this fucking campus to know my mouth was on you.”
“Well, they won’t know it wasyourmouth.”
“Good point.” Letting her leg fall back to the bed, I crawl off and jog to my desk, snatching a charcoal pencil. She rolls her head to the side, eyeing me as I come back with the utensil poised between two fingers.
