“Let’s race,” he said with a smirk and I raised my brows. “The loser goes down on the winner.” Heat spiralled down my spine and rushed right back up again.
“I don’t know where we’re going,” I laughed, but I kicked off my stilettos all the same because screw it, I loved a challenge.
His brows lifted in surprise. “You’re not questioning my Ts and Cs?”
“No golden boy, I’m looking forward to you getting down on your knees for me,” I taunted and he wet his lips with such a lustful expression that it had heat spreading between my thighs.
Holy shit I have to win.
“Which way?” I turned away from him, tossing my hair over my shoulder as if this was just another rodeo. But my heart was thumping like mad at the promise that awaited me at the end of this race.
Blake picked up my stilettos with a smirk. “Just in case you decide to blame your loss on carrying these.”
I snorted a laugh. “Well you should run barefoot too, golden boy.”
He chuckled darkly then kicked his fancy-ass boat shoes off and took them into his other hand. I snatched them from him with a grin.
“In case you blame them on your loss,” I taunted and his eyes skipped with light.
“Follow the signs for the boys’ accommodation, Hazel House. I’ll be ahead of you anyway, so just follow me,” he said with a serious challenge in his tone.
“Bullshit!” I sprinted away from him and his dark laughter followed me as he took chase. I raced along the pavement, my bare feet slapping against the cold stone as I ran as fast as I could, the wind spinning around me and making my hair fly everywhere.
I ran by Saint’s Temple before Blake caught up, powering past me with a seriousness to his expression like he was out on the football pitch playing for the finals. I growled in frustration, pushing myself harder and just managing to keep pace with him. We tore around the lake in the direction of Beech House but he carried on past it while my lungs laboured and my heart screamed in defiance as he pulled ahead.
Between the alcohol and the competitive side of me which refused to lose, I managed to catch up to him, our arms brushing as we sprinted down the path side by side.
A sign to the boys dormitories caught my eye and I veered off the path to the right, racing into the trees with victory calling my name. Blake’s footsteps didn’t follow but a crashing in the bushes to my left made me think he must have taken a different route. Fuck!
My arms cut through the air as they wheeled back and forth. I was sweating, aching, hurting everywhere as the huge gothic building loomed up ahead. An exact replica of the girls accommodation with its arching windows and huge wooden door, but the plaque beside the door named it Hazel House. I nearly crashed into it as I reached the steps, resting against the wood and buckling forward as I dragged in lungful after lungful of air.
When I could breathe more steadily again, I lifted my head and hunted for Blake out in the trees with a triumphant grin. “I win!” I called.
The door I was leaning on opened and I stumbled back as Blake stood there, propping his shoulder against the doorway, his arm lifting as he casually checked his watch.
“Oh did you arrive at last? I did a few laps of the stairs while I was waiting.”
“Asshole,” I laughed and he smirked, beckoning me inside.
I moved closer, but didn’t follow him into the building. I took hold of his waistband and yanked him toward me by it, tossing his shoes on the ground.
He reached out, pushing a hand into my hair with a serious expression pulling at his features. “As you’ve just met me and didn’t realise I’ve never lost anything in my life, I’ll give you a free pass on the Ts and Cs.”
“That’s sweet,” I purred, unbuckling his belt and lowering his fly. “But I don’t like to be patronised.”
I dropped to my knees as I yanked his boxers down to free him and he gasped as I took him into my mouth. His thick length throbbed between my lips and I glided my fist up every hard inch of him as I swirled my tongue around the tip. His hands knotted in my hair as he groaned.
Light was spilling out of the doorway and my heart thumped madly with the insanity of this. I loved taking risks. I loved driving boys crazy too and I knew how to bring him to the edge before pulling him back again and again.
“Tatum,” he groaned, his hands tightening in my hair as I slid him all the way in - which was pretty damn impressive thank you very much.
My knees rubbed against the icy path and a stone dug into my knee as I continued to torture him, sliding him in and out of my mouth then gently raking my teeth against his shaft.
“Fuck – enough,” he demanded, yanking me upright and dragging me against him. I tucked him back into his boxers and his eyes became hooded as he gazed at me.
“Don’t underestimate me, Blake Bowman,” I breathed against his mouth and he nodded slowly before tugging me through the door.
“Never again,” he promised, kicking it shut behind us and dragging me upstairs.
We soon reached the top floor and he led me down the corridor, the sound of music and video games carrying from behind the doors as we moved to a room at the far end and Blake practically carried me inside.
I got one look at the bare room with the king size bed against one wall before he yanked me off of my feet and fell back onto the mattress with me on top of him.
“Are you wet for me baby?” he asked, grabbing my hips and forcing me up over him so my knees hit the pillow either side of his head.
“Yes,” I gasped as he pushed my dress up and I had to cling to the bed post to support myself.
My hips rocked with need, but he didn’t give me his tongue. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs and he ran his fingers up the middle of me. I shuddered full bodily and he groaned in response.
“Is this just for me, or for Kyan too? I saw how you looked at him tonight,” he growled and I clutched the bed post harder, bracing to keep my weight off of him.
“Blake,” I begged.
“Answer me.” He slowly pushed one finger inside me, deeper and deeper until I clenched around him.
“Both of you,” I admitted breathily.
“I can call him if you want him here too,” he said with a cocky smirk, pushing another finger into me and making me moan loudly as pleasure scattered through my body.
Was he serious right now? I’d never been with more than one guy at once and the Night Keepers seemed like a lot to handle individually. Besides, Kyan was a dickhole of mass proportions, so hell if I was gonna let him get his hands on me. Not that easily anyway.
I looked down at Blake so my hair tumbled around us in a golden sheet. “I want you. Just you.”
His eyes glimmered as a smile hooked up his lips then he placed his free hand on my right hip and forced me down onto his mouth. The heated pad of his tongue raked up the centre of me, landing on my clit and circling, circling, circling.
I cried out curses, clinging to the bed post as I held myself above him, his tongue working fucking miracles between my thighs. His fingers pumped in time with the movements of his mouth and I moaned louder and louder, sure everyone in the entire building could hear me, but I couldn’t stop.
My thighs tensed and a deep, blazing heat built beneath his tongue, promising an ending so powerful I didn’t think I’d survive it. My hips started to rock in time with his hand but I craved more than just his fingers, I needed the solid length of him inside me. I needed him growling my name and tugging my hair. I wanted more of his flesh on mine, giving me all the friction I craved.