Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I lean in and close the distance between us and press my lips to his, not hesitating whatsoever this time.
He’s silent. I kiss him like it’s a punishment at first, crushing my mouth on his as I keep my hands pressed against his shoulder, pushing him against the solid wall.
I like kissing Weston aggressively, and I can tell he enjoys it too because he kisses me back like he was fucking waiting for it.
But then, after a few moments, it becomes slower.
I move one hand up, cupping his jaw with a loose grip, holding his head in my hand. His body is still hot beneath mine and as I pull back for a moment he catches his breath, his chest still gently heaving from the run.
And when I look in his eyes again, everything is different.
Like I cracked through another colossal wall he had up inside him, and now I’m behind the gates.
“Thought you said you don’t do this kind of thing,” he says breathlessly, and the sound of his voice goes straight to my cock. “That’s what you told me last time you kissed me.”
“I do when it’s with you.”
I press my lips to his again and this time he parts for me as soon as our lips touch. When I slide my tongue along his, I swear it feels like he’s giving himself to me, willingly and completely.
Maybe it’s always this good behind Weston Knox’s walls.
He kisses me like he’s finally getting a prize he wanted, like he’s hungry for it, too.
I take his lower lip between my teeth and slowly pull it back, letting it go as he exhales, his breath mingling with mine.
He’s pushing the front of his body up against mine now. I can feel his erection jutting against me from under his running shorts, and I buck my hips against his, making him feel how hard I am too.
“Students are going to start walking out of this building as soon as class ends,” he whispers, then makes an irresistible sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
I press a small kiss to his lower lip again.
Then another to each of his cheeks, before I go in soft and slow again on his neck.
“Feels so fucking good,” he breathes as I kiss just below his earlobe. “You ignore me all goddamn week and then you have the nerve to come and make me hard like this.”
“Tell me I can fuck you whenever I need it.”
He swallows.
His eyes look brilliant in the daylight, and I’m hit with another deep urge to possess him.
“You can fuck me. But that doesn’t mean we’re friends.”
I give him a playful little pout, leaning back and looking him in the eye. “But I’ve told you I’m so lonely. Don’t you want a new friend, baby?”
“Quit calling me baby.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not your boyfriend.”
“You kiss me like you are.”
“Yeah, but I’m not,” he says firmly. “And I know you don’t do relationships. When we fuck, and when I kiss you, I know it’s just for the express purpose getting off. That’s all you want.”
I let out a frustrated groan, looking up at the sky for a moment. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”
He pushes me back firmly for a moment, gripping the front of my shirt in his fists and furrowing his brow.
“Don’t screw with me, Sev. What do you want? Actually want?”
I pull in a deep breath, pausing for a moment.
It feels like Wes is trying to dig around inside me, or something, a vulnerable feeling that I’m not used to at all.
His gaze is so serious.
And something splits inside me, words tumbling out before I can corral them.
“Don’t fuck anyone but me.”
He blinks at me, his expression dropping from anger to confusion. “What?”
I pull in a long breath. “Don’t. Fuck. Other. People. That’s what I want.”
“But you’re…”
“Are you ever going to quit trying to tell me what I am?”
“You always encourage the girls you’re with to sleep with whoever they want.”
I nod at him and let my hand slip around his neck for a moment, giving it a brief squeeze, just a quick reminder of the other night.
Fuck, it’s too good.
The idea of anyone else touching you…
The sound of a door being pushed open comes from around the corner of the building. Within moments, I know students will be streaming out from around the corner.
“Nothing makes any sense when I’m with you,” I tell him.
There’s panic in his eyes. “I know the things you want in life. And they aren’t the same as me—”
My voice picks up too much intensity as I speak again.
“Well, maybe I want you to be mine, and maybe I don’t how how the hell to handle that, either.”
I release him just as people come around the corner.
I feel like I just dropped a bomb.
Shock falls over his face, and I’m just as fucking confused about the emotions that are firing inside me like I’m stepping on land mines.