Page 63 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)
“Stone—”
My mouth lands on her clit. I lick her, tasting her arousal, and my dick twitches. I’m going to come just from this alone.
Her hands thread through my hair, tugging like she has control. I ignore it and slide my finger inside her, pumping in and out in time with her ragged breaths. When I add a second finger, her hips jerk. One hand leaves my head to hold on to the ledge her ass is balanced on.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Someone’s going to see us.”
“I don’t fucking care. Do you?” I pull back and focus on her face. “Do you want me to stop before you’ve come?”
She growls.
I chuckle, still moving my fingers inside her. It’s enough to make her shake her head.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
She gets wetter.
“My girl likes praise?” I lick her slowly, from her slit to the top of her mound. “You taste so good, baby. I’m never going to need another meal again as long as you keep your cunt wet for me.”
“Oh, I hate you,” she says. Except, her eyes are closed, her head tipped back against the glass.
I avoid her clit and play with the rest of her pussy. Until her heels dig into my back and my scalp aches with how hard she’s gripping my hair. Only then do I latch on, flicking and sucking until she’s coming apart at the seams.
And when she does explode, clenching around my fingers and arching her back, she cries outmyname. My blood sings.
My cock is throbbing so bad. I push my sweatpants down and rise, tilting her hips and sliding into her before she even seems to register what I’m doing. I hold her hair, keeping her head tipped back, and my gaze fixates on hers.
I pound into her with zero restraint. Her mouth is open, panting, and I lean down and claim her lips again. Our tongues dance together, while her nails scratch my back under my shirt. Forcing me closer.
Did I stop to even put on a freaking condom?
Nope.
Let’s hope she doesn’t kill me for that.
My balls tighten, and I pull out. I shove her shirt up and pump my length once, twice. It’s not the same as being inside her, but it does the trick. I come hard, spilling ropes across her abdomen and stomach.
“Damn,” she whispers. “Well…”
I tuck myself back in my sweatpants and watch as she rights her panties. We didn’t even take them off her. She looks down at the cum and wrinkles her nose, her shirt still shoved up to just under her tits.
“Do me a favor, Sticks.”
Her eyebrow rises.
I drag my finger through the cum on her skin. “Leave my mark on you.”
“You’re awful.”
“And you’re mine.” I shrug. “Fair’s fair.”
She adjusts her shirt, still seeming perturbed, and does up her pants.
I turn around, so my back faces her front, and squat a little. I grab the backs of her thighs.
“What are you doing?” she squeaks.
“Bringing you to the locker room,” I say. “Obviously. Get on my back.”