Page 19 of Forever Yours
“How’s your paper going over there?” I ask. He’s working on a presentation we have due in physics. I tried to help him, but we soon found my help was distracting to him.
He grimaces. “I don’t understand how this stuff comes so naturally to you. It all looks like mumbo jumbo to me.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “You like it when I speak to you in mumbo jumbo though.” I lower my voice to a sexy whisper. “Theory of relativity, Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle…shall I go on?”
His eyes heat. “It sounds a lot sexier coming from your mouth than reading this dry shit.” He chews his gum one more time and then stuffs it back in the wrapper that’s on the table.
“I just thought of something a whole lot sweeter I’d like to taste.”
My eyes widen. “What are you talking about?” I scoot my chair back a little. My heart is hammering in my chest. We haven’t spent a night apart in weeks, and I fear I’m even more addicted to him than before. I didn’t think that was possible, but my body constantly craves his. He seems to feel the same way, but I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall. Neither one of us have mention his month end date.
His eyes are downright predatory as he winks at me. “You’ll see.”
I watch in awe as his muscled body slides underneath the table. Oh shit, he can’t possibly mean…can he? I look towards the glass looking out into the main part of the library. No one can see him under the table, but if they walked close by, they might be able to.
I clamp my legs closed when I feel his finger graze my lower thigh. We shouldn’t do this. Someone might could see us. The thought thrills me and makes me hornier at the same time.
“Nope, baby girl. You’re going to open those legs for me. You’ve made it so easy for me with this little skirt on. Teasing me, teasing others, so that they can see some of what’s mine.”
I blink at his seductive tone of voice. This is not my most provocative skirt. It’s not overly short, but I guess in Liam’s mind everything I wear is sexy. The other day he ravished me because I was wearing his football jersey.
Crap, I know I’m going to give in. My panties are wet, and I want to feel his mouth against me so bad. The man’s mouth should be declared lethal. The things he can do with his tongue…
On that thought, I widen my legs.
He chuckles. “About time, sweet girl.” His large hands run up my thighs and I shiver.
Chapter Twenty-three
I’ve never been addicted to the taste of a girl…until her. -Liam
Liam
I can smell her. It makes me hunger. I’m starving for her. I don’t know what changed between the beginning of us and now, but now I feel like I can’t live without her. I blow out a breath against the center of her wet panties and she squirms in response. I can tell she’s turned on by the fact that we might get caught, and I smirk as I pull back. She groans and tugs on my hair. I know that’s my cue to continue. She wants my mouth on her just as badly as I want to taste her.
I move her panties to the side and then get annoyed with trying to work around them. For the second time, I rip her panties apart. She gasps and I chuckle. I tease her with my finger along her seam. I rub light circles over her clit, and she tugs on my hair. I lean further in and take my first taste of her. She tastes fucking delicious as usual. I flick my tongue against her sweet button and gently suck her into my mouth. She moans and I suck harder. Her inner thighs shake as she clamps her thighs around my head. I’m hard as a rock but trying to ignore it. I continue to lick her and add my finger until her sweet juices explode on my tongue. She tastes like berries coated in the sweetest honey. I groan as I lean back. Fuck if I don’t want to come now. I want to be inside of her so bad that my body shakes with hunger.
I crawl back to my side of the table and pull myself up. She sits across from me, still shattered. Her face is flushed, and she gulps in air like she’s been running a marathon. Her eyes flicker open. Her blue eyes are full of satisfaction.
“Still want to study?” I growl. I want to fuck her up against the wall, but a part of me holds back. I want to take her home and throw her across my bed and let her know that she’s mine, only mine. This possessive need I feel for her should terrify me, but instead it gives me a thrill.
She slams her book shut and smirks. “I want to go back to your place, and you know it.” She cocks her head and studies me. “Can you walk to get there though?” She raises one eyebrow and looks down where she knows my cock is straining against my jeans.
“You just worry about those juices running down your thighs, little girl. I’ll be fine.”
I say this, but I know I’m going to need some books to hide my obvious erection.
We don’t say much as we gather our things to go. I’m so ready to get her back to the apartment that I can’t think of anything else. The walk across campus is long and torturous. She keeps looking up at me with such obvious lust that I grab her hand and tighten mine around it until it’s almost painful. She whimpers and I loosen my hold.
She’s mine, and I want her to know that. I want everyone to know that. Friends from the football team walk by and shoot me a surprised look when they see our linked hands, but I don’t say anything. I keep walking rapidly, pulling her along behind me, my books still hiding my obvious need.
I breathe a sigh of relief when we reach my apartment door. I tug her inside and don’t bother to check to see if anyone is around. I want her now, with the taste of her still on my tongue. I want her to scream my name where everyone can hear it. I throw my backpack down and whirl around. I take her books from her arms and toss them to the side. I don’t say a word, and she looks at me with lust burning in her eyes. She wants this as badly as I do. She shuffles her feet and watches me carefully. She’s waiting for me to attack.
I push her up against the door and when my mouth meets hers, the frenzy begins. Mine, mine, mine. That’s the only thought that runs through my brain. My tongue battles with hers and her legs wrap around my waist. I rock into her with my hips, making sure she can feel how much I want her. She moans.
Nothing registers in my mind except the feel of her, the smell of her, and the sweet taste that’s uniquely hers. Nothing matters except her, until I hear that voice.
“Fuck bro, if college is all about banging chicks up against the door, then I definitely chose the wrong path for my future.” Brian’s sarcastic voice stops me in my tracks. Sophie stills against me.
