Black Knight (Royal Elite 4)

I hit his shoulder. “You’re awful.”

“Come here, Green.” He taps his lap and he doesn’t have to say it twice.

I crawl on top of him so my legs are on either side of his strong thighs and my arms are wrapped around his neck.

“You know, with this position, I can see your underwear.” His lips tilt upward. “Green. Seriously?”

“I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“Oh, I fucking do.” He brushes his lips against mine, then quickly pulls back.

“Tease.”

“You know why I tease you?”

“No.”

“Because you still have an adorable-as-fuck pout.”

“Hey, I’m not a kid anymore.”

“Thank fuck for that.” He thrusts his pelvis and his bulge nestles against my knickers.

He groans in his throat as my thighs shake. God, I think I’m broken. One touch from him and I’m already soaked. Shouldn’t I have gotten more self-control by now?

He grabs my hip with a large hand and claims my mouth with his. My body melts into his hard one as he thrusts his tongue inside and kisses me deep and slow.

From the outside looking in, I must appear so tiny against his body, almost nothing.

“Wait.” I pull away, my head slightly dizzy. “We’re at school.”

“So?” He rubs his cock against my underwear, and I whimper as he gets harder with the contact. “Remember the time I cornered you here at the first day of school this year? You were wearing that short as fuck skirt and Silver spilt coffee on you.”

“How could I forget? You told me to not dress like that.” And it was the first time he got so close in years.

“That’s because I wanted to take you right then and there.” He rotates against me. “You were killing me, Green.”

My throat dries, but I managed to say, “Xan…we’ll be suspended.”

“Not if we’re not caught.”

“But…” I trail off when he dry-humps me.

Oh, God.

“Besides, it’d be worth it.”

“Xan –” My words die out as he claims my lips again.

He rubs his cock against me over and over and I moan in his mouth, being found be damned.

A part of me wants someone to see us, to witness this moment in time, because I want to commemorate it.

I want to paint it on one of those blank canvases and keep it for life.

Xander releases my hip and snakes a hand under my skirt. I tighten, then tremble when he pushes my knickers aside and thrusts a finger inside me.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans against my lips.