When Sinners Play (Sinners of Hawthorne University 1)

I think he’s about to get his wish. Or half of it, anyway.

I think he’s about to ruin me.

He lets out a choked groan, pausing momentarily with his pelvis pressed flush against mine. I’m not sure if he’s giving me a moment to adjust or giving himself one, but i

t doesn’t really matter. The moment of stillness doesn’t last long.

His lips move against mine as he draws out and thrusts in again, his large hands palming my ass to hold me up. With every stroke, it’s like my body has to learn all over again how fucking big he is, and my pulse flutters in my neck as sensation spikes inside me over and over again, a blend of pleasure and pain that erases rational thought.

I’m pinned between him and the wall, entirely dominated by his large body, and there’s nothing I can do but hold on as he pounds into me.

I’m beyond screaming now. I can’t get enough air in my lungs to let out anything more than soft, mewling gasps. But that doesn’t mean we’re being quiet. His deep grunts are punctuated by the heavy sound of our bodies banging against the wall, and I swear the entire room is shaking from the force of his thrusts.

Heat is unfurling in my body again, spreading out from my core to my extremities as another orgasm gathers inside me.

And when it comes, the stranger clamps his mouth over mine, sucking down every sound I make, consuming each one until all that’s left are broken little sobs.

“Fuck. Not yet. Not fucking yet,” he mutters, pressing his forehead to mine, but I know it’s too late.

I can feel him swelling inside me, his cock growing thicker and harder. And when he slams into me one last time, I feel the heat of his cum as it lashes my insides. He pulses inside me, grinding his hips against mine as he lets out a string of curses.

He sounds both relieved and pissed.

Like he needed that as bad as I did, but he’s mad as fuck that it’s over.

I can relate.

His hips finally stop moving, and he breathes heavily against me for a moment, our bodies plastered together against the wall as his cheek rests against mine.

My shirt never even came off, and my legs are the only parts of either of us that are actually bare. But I can feel the heat of his skin through both of our shirts as his chest rises and falls against my breasts, and the way his body curls around mine feels strangely intimate.

“What’s your name?” I whisper.

His hot breath brushes over my sweat-dampened skin, and he drops his head to taste my neck again before he answers.

“Gray.”

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Gray.

I don’t repeat the name out loud like he did mine, but I mouth it silently, squeezing my inner walls around him as I do. He grunts, his fingers digging into my ass as he grinds his hips against me again, and I smile—the first fucking time all day that’s happened.

I’m coming down from the high, my body spiraling back to earth after two devastating orgasms. But I’m not ready for reality to intrude again.

Maybe Gray isn’t either, because for several long moments, we stay just like we are, our bodies moving softly together as we try to draw out every last drop of pleasure.

Finally, he pulls out of me and sets me down, keeping his hands on my hips for a second until he’s sure I’ve got my balance. He grabs a few paper towels from the dispenser and hands them to me, and I clean up the mess between my legs as best as I can while he tucks himself away and zips up his pants.

As I toss the cum-covered paper towels in the trash, it occurs to me that neither one of us stopped for a second to talk about protection or any of that shit. I’ve been on the pill basically since I hit puberty because I don’t trust anyone and I sure as fuck don’t want to get pregnant.

Even on the pill though, what we just did was reckless and stupid—and if I’m being honest with myself, part of me liked that. Part of me did it intentionally.

Maybe Gray did too.

Maybe we’re both looking for a way to self-destruct.

Gray picks up my pants, panties, and shoes from the floor and brings them over to me. I toss the panties in the trash because there’s no fucking way I’m putting them back on now, and Gray’s eyes heat as he watches me tug on my jeans over my bare pussy.