Page 72 of Destined Dawn
She’s going to say no. This is the wrong time. We should be back at that feast, mingling with all those people, attempting to find answers in this strange place.
She nods her head, looking up at me all seductively through her lashes.
I pull her to her feet and lead her inside.
“You know which way to go?” I whisper to her as we creep inside.
It’s dark and quiet here in the corridors, the sound of music and voices distant. Have they even missed us yet?
She peers along the corridor to the left, then beckons me that way and we stumble together, both of us with cheek-splitting grins on our faces, my heart hammering in my chest, my cock somehow already hard again.
Outside, one of the closed doors, she pauses.
“I think it’s this one,” she whispers.
I draw it open and poke my head inside. Yes, this one. Thank fuck for that. I drag her inside the suite and then the nearest bedroom, flicking on a side light with my magic and then locking the door with a spell I hope none of the others will be able to infiltrate.
And then we’re facing each other, those grins still wide on our faces. It lasts a second before we’re ripping each other’s clothes off. Actually ripping them, I take the neckline of that dress and rip it right down the middle, the pieces of material falling to the floor and leaving her in just her panties.
“Hey,” she says, laughing, “that isn’t mine. And I don’t have many clothes, Spencer.”
“Shit,” I say, smiling back at her sheepishly and rubbing my hand over my short hair. “Here you can rip mine.”
I offer her up my chest. She yanks the bowtie from my neck and takes my shirt collar in her hands, tugging with all her might. Nothing happens.
“I can’t do it,” she pouts.
I shake my head. “We are going to work on that, strengthen you up.”
I cover my hands with hers and help her to rip my shirt right down the front, buttons popping everywhere.
“Jeez,” she says, her eyes swim all over the contours of my chest and my abdomen. “That was insanely hot.”
There’s no pause, though. Next, she’s back at the zipper of my suit pants as I’m toeing off my shoes and my socks. Then she’s standing in front of me in just her panties. Some silky lacy pair, a serious upgrade since the last time I saw her in her underwear all those weeks ago in the locker room.
“Fuck, Rhianna. You look fucking amazing. You should have been on the cheering squad. You have the fucking body for it.”
“Me? A cheerleader?” she scoffs.
I chuckle, kicking off my pants and my briefs. “I can just see it, bouncing up and down with your pom-poms, cheering out my name.”
“Spencer Moreau, take that back,” she says, hand on her hip in a way that emphasizes all her curves and has my cock dribbling precome.
“Uh uh,” I say, grinning at her. “I like the idea.”
“Never going to happen,” she says.
“Yeah, but I bet I can make you scream out my name.” I stalk towards her.
“You’re very sure of yourself.”
I grin at her. Then I bend down and go to town on those tits of hers, sucking and licking at her pert nipples. All those doubts and insecurities I was feeling moments ago out in the garden are gone. Being with Rhi is the most natural thing in the world. I don’t think I ever smiled, laughed so much with a girl before. Never had this much fun.
As I French-kiss her tit, I slide her panties down herbackside and she gives it a little wiggle, the globes of her ass jiggling. I take them both in my hands and squeeze. Hard.
“Jeez, Spencer!” she cries out.
And I swing up to standing and grin again.
