I want more.
I want everything she’s willing to give me.
Sydney has the look of a deer trapped in the bright glare of headlights. “What are you doing?”
Did this girl really think she could tell me that she wanted to fuck, and I wouldn’t react like this? I’m so damn hard for her. It’s been this way for a while. More than I’m willing to admit even to myself.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Before she has a chance to respond, I answer the question. “I’m taking you up on your sweetly proposed offer.”
She swallows thickly. The sound is like a gunshot in the stillness of the library that surrounds us.
“We can’t do it here,” she whispers, voice quivering.
A groan rumbles up from deep within me as her nipples pebble against my chest. “Why not?”
Her gaze jerks from mine as she glances around nervously. “Someone might see us.”
“Isn’t getting caught half the fun?” I lean forward and nip at her plump lower lip. The pressure is just enough to pull her attention back to me where it belongs.
Heat ignites in her eyes and her pupils dilate, eating up the green of her irises.
Actually, I have zero intention of screwing her here. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give her a little preview of what she can expect in the future. When I take Sydney, it won’t be some rushed fuck against a bookshelf.
Hell, no.
It’ll be in a bed, where I can take my sweet damn time. Where I can get my fill of her body. And if I’m lucky, it’ll last for a couple of weeks, which will be more than enough time to purge her from my system.
It’s the perfect solution.
Sydney isn’t looking for long-term attachments, and neither am I.
It’s nothing more than fucking.
“Should I stop?” I allow that question to hang in the air. “All you have to do is say the word and we’ll return to the table and finish working on our project.” I lower my mouth to her ear. “Or, if you prefer, I can take you back to your place, treat you like you’re made of spun glass, and screw you nice and slow like some of the other guys you’ve been with. Maybe we can do it missionary style. I bet that’s exactly what turns you on.”
Not.
Her breath hitches as a delicate shiver slides through her body.
“Is that what you want? To be fucked carefully? Or maybe you want some selfish prick who won’t bother to get you off?”
I wasn’t joking about what I told her the other night. I always make sure the girls I’m with get off first. It’s what keeps them coming back for more. Honestly, that’s part of the fun. And it always feels amazing when their tight little pussies spasm around my cock, choking the life out of it. Their breathy moans of pleasure are ultimately what sends me careening over the edge.
Her teeth rake over her plump lower lip.
“Is that what you like, baby? To be left hanging? Unsatisfied? Because I know exactly what guys my age are like. They’re horny little bastards who don’t know the first thing about pleasing a woman.” I tilt my head. “But you’ve already discovered that, haven’t you? You want a man who can make you come. One who knows his way around your body.” There’s a pause. “Am I right?”
She jerks her head into a barely perceptible nod.
“Give me your words, Sydney. I’ll be damned if I force you into something you don’t want.”
“I want it,” she says breathlessly.
You’re damn right she does. I could sense it in her from the very beginning. My guess is that no one else has ever given her what she needs. I’ll be the one who changes that.
Those three words are all it takes for my lips to crash into hers. Unlike our previous kisses, I don’t have to prod her into opening. My tongue sweeps inside her mouth, mingling and licking at hers. My fingers tighten around her slender wrists, forcing them into the book spines. Every hard line is pressed against her softer ones. Sydney’s body isn’t as lush as some of the other girls I’ve been with. She’s toned and strong.
Athletic.
It’s a major turn-on.
At this particular moment, I would be hard-pressed to offer up something I don’t find attractive about this girl. As soon as that thought pops into my brain, I push it to the outer recesses, not wanting to dwell on it or what it means. This is nothing more than sex. We can enjoy each other without having to attach any significance to it. Hell, I do it all the time.
The whimper that escapes from her makes my cock throb. The strict control I’ve always prided myself on falters. Sydney doesn’t realize how hard it’s been to hold myself back where she’s concerned. No other female has ever challenged me the way she does.