Greek (Palm South University)

We’re both panting, the music blasting from the stage, crowd cheering — but in the little pocket we’ve found ourselves in backstage, it feels like we’re the only ones in the whole universe.

Kade’s eyes flick between mine, and then he splays his palm across my heaving chest, running up the slick skin to wrap his hand around my throat. I gasp at the touch, letting my head fall back, and watching him through hooded eyes — eyes that dare him to keep going.

He squeezes a little harder, leaning in to hover over me as his gaze falls to my lips. “I know I promised you space,” he husks. “But I lied.”

His mouth crashes onto mine before I can tell him I don’t give a fuck what I said and that space is the last thing I want right now, so I pull him into me, meeting his kiss with equal need. He grips my throat even tighter, cutting my oxygen short, but I fucking love it, so I drag my nails down his back and beg for more.

I yelp as Kade bites my lip hard enough to draw blood, and then I’m in his arms being carried backward in the blinding darkness until my back slams against something hard — a ledge or a shelf or a speaker case, I don’t fucking care. All I know is my ass is half-propped on it, half hanging off, and I’ve got my legs wrapped around Kade like an anaconda.

“Do you know how mad you’ve driven me this summer?” he asks, snapping his hands over my wrists and clamping them to my sides, my fingers curling on the edge of whatever I’m sitting on. “How badly I’ve wanted to call you, see you, kiss you.” He forces my mouth open with a demanding sweep of his tongue. “Taste you.” His hard-on grinds against my core, sparking a trail of chills down the length of me. “Fuck you?”

“Show me how badly,” I dare him, and then with a monstrous growl, he rips me off the ledge and whips me around, slamming my chest into the metal this time.

I have no idea if we’re hidden from view, if we’re safe back here, or if a pledge is going to walk through at any second and see us. But I couldn’t care less — not when Kade grabs my skirt and rips it down my thighs like a beast, not when he bends down and grabs my ass, spreading my cheeks and making me arch more so he can eat me out from behind, and definitely not when he stands again and spanks me so hard I see stars.

“I’m not going to be easy with you tonight,” he promises.

And I just spread my legs a little wider and look over my shoulder with a grin that says promises, promises.

Kade smirks, shaking his head as he makes quick work of his belt, his shorts, his briefs, pulling them all down far enough to whip out his thick, glorious cock. There’s no time for a condom or foreplay or so much as a warning. He just roughly rubs his fingers between my lips, slicking his hand with my desire, and then coats himself with it before lining his tip up with my entrance and ramming it home.

Kade covers my yelp with another bruising kiss, and then he grabs my elbows in his hands, holding them behind me like handlebars as he rails me. When his mouth releases mine, my cheek pressed against the metal of whatever object we’re fucking against is the only thing I have holding me upright — the rest is all him.

His hands grip my arms so hard I know they’ll bruise, and every thrust is a punishment — a lashing I’m desperate to receive. I want it hard. I want it brutal.

I want him to fuck me all the way up.

I’m so turned on from the fact that we’re in a public space, that one brush of my clit would send me over the edge, and as if he senses it, Kade slows his pace just enough to reach around with one hand and rub my sensitive bud.

My legs instantly tremble and shake, and the hand he freed flies up to slap against the metal and hold me upright as I chase my orgasm.

It comes on like a tsunami, the wave building savagely quick before it topples over and takes me under. Kade bites down on my shoulder to remind me not to be too loud, and holding in my screams only makes the orgasm that much more powerful. My face is fiery hot, body full of numbing stars.

And then, all at once, I fall limp, panting, a tremor shaking me from head to toe.

“We’re not done yet, baby,” Kade promises, and then he withdraws so quickly, I nearly fall from the sensation of losing his warmth. He spins me, grabs my cheeks between his thumb and fingers and kisses me forcefully.