A quick study showed organized rainbow mayhem. I felt my spine stiffen, and my hands twitched. I shoved them into the pockets of my gym shorts.
Staring at the polka-dotted armchair overloaded with clothes, and the books dumped in three white cases—one by her bed, one behind me next to her desk, and another that lined the short hall leading to a closet and bathroom—I shifted back a step. “I really like where it’s sitting.”
She half laughed, half scoffed. “Nice to see you, too.”
“I guessed as much.” Traipsing over to her desk, I pushed her laptop and some miscellaneous textbooks back, and leaned against it. “Miss me?”
The pen was still in her mouth, and she didn’t answer. She watched me as if she were trying to decide what to do with me. Feed me or tell me to fuck off.
She would feed me.
“I’m hungry, Red,” I said, straightening. My eyes coasted over her bare legs, the too-large tank that made it seem like she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “And lately, you seem content to let me starve.” I tutted. “And you think I’m cruel.”
She blinked up at me, long, mascara-free lashes fluttering once then twice. “Jude, you made me s—”
I snatched the pen from between her teeth, my knees hitting her bed, and she swallowed. “Unless you’re about to ask me to eat you, your mouth, or your cunt, then save it.” I clicked the pen, the tip vanishing, and then dragged it down her arm.
Breath shook from her lungs, goose bumps and tiny hairs rising with the slow, purposeful touch. “Lie down or tell me to fuck off.”
After untold minutes of staring, those huge blue eyes flitting over my face, she kicked her notebook away and lowered over her bed.
I removed my sneakers and tried to shove down the bouncing sensation that tightened every breath, not to mention my balls.
I was already hard. I’d been hard since the second I saw her sitting there, and now, it wasn’t just a throb, a want, a means to an end. The need I felt for this girl was primal, a savage necessity—her desire for me so vital that I could hardly fucking breathe.
Tearing my eyes from hers, those heaving breasts hidden behind nothing but flimsy cotton, I sent them down her body. Over the perfect flare of her curved hips, I discovered nothing but creamy skin. She wasn’t wearing anything.
No panties.
Fern parted her thighs, whispering, “I guess I did miss you after all.”
A knot the size of my fist lodged in my throat. I couldn’t talk. I didn’t inhale. I just moved down her bed, ripped off my gym shorts along the way, and stared.
Her hands fidgeted with her tank over her stomach, but I kept my eyes glued—couldn’t remove them if I tried—on the glistening gift she’d left unwrapped for me. “Jude?”
So sweet, so nervous, and so fucking wet without so much as a touch from me—I wasn’t sure if I’d ever forget this moment. In fact, I was positive I could die happy today.
Just not before I tasted what the mere sight of me did to her.
I cleared my throat, watched her thighs jolt in response, and then fisted my cock. “Your mom?”
“Gone until tomorrow.”
I tore off my shirt and knelt on her bed. “Thank fucking Christ.” Then I wrapped my hands around her thighs and feasted.
Her cries and moans, the clawing of her fingers in my hair… I loved pussy, and I loved eating it, but fuck if I’d ever enjoyed eating something this much before in my life.
Her taste melted over my tongue, and it wasn’t long before she almost did, too, but I pulled away and stood back up.
Fern rose onto her elbows, flushed and her hair a mess.
“Remove your shirt and lie back down,” I said.
She did, and naked as the day I was born, I climbed on top of her, my mouth coasting up her stomach to her breasts. I feasted on them too, licking and sucking and shivering from her fingers dragging over my scalp.
Her legs wound around my hips as I moved higher. With my mouth hovering over hers, I planted my arms either side of her head. Dazed and so fucking desperate for me, her teeth scraped over her lip, and those incredible eyes widened when I allowed my hips to lower all the way to press my cock against her wet cunt. “Are we…?”
I knew she was a virgin, and I wasn’t here for that. I’d take as much as she was willing to give me, but I’d never steal that. That belonged to some other asshole who’d put her up in a home just like this one by the beach and give her two point five kids and a cat or three to go with her crazy.
I knew she’d want at least one cat, judging by the prints on every throw cushion in the room.
I could never give her any of that, but not because it wasn’t within my power. Anything I wanted was now within breathing distance, and I’d paid with half my soul to make it so.
But because she was a threat, and I knew taking more than I already had from her would just make a mess out of this fucked-up affair.
“No,” I said, kissing her, my tongue parting her lips. “Never.”
If she was disappointed, I didn’t want to know. I kissed her again, this time lifting my hips a little to rub myself up and down the wet beauty between her thighs.
Her eyes popped when I pulled back, and I grinned. “Like it?”
She nodded, then croaked, “Yes.”
“Show me.” I bumped her nose with mine, hearing her breathing stall when I rubbed myself over her clit. “Just like you showed me how much you like me when you opened those pretty thighs.”
She moaned, obviously a fan of dirty talk, so I kept it up as I nibbled her lips, licking and biting and whispering, “So fucking filthy for me, aren’t you, Red? Just me.”
“Just you,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Eyes on me,” I said, watching her lashes curl up, almost high enough to meet her brows. “Always.”
“Always on you,” she repeated, her smooth as silk thighs trembling around my hips.
I kissed her hard, deep, and swallowed every tiny, choked cry, groaning as I did.
Her nails scored into my back, dragging up and down, and my entire body purred. “I want us to come on each other.” I licked her cheek, then tucked my forearms under her shoulders. “Okay, Red? So wet and so hard, I want to stain our skin with it.”
“Oh, god.” She tore away, and indeed, she came so hard, I had no control—nothing—and I flinched as I unexpectedly joined her.
Her eyes were wide on mine as I cursed and dropped my head, my cock unloading between our bodies. Every part of me shook and shivered, and I hadn’t realized I’d thrown my head into her neck until I gathered enough breath back inside my lungs to open my eyes.
Soft and adoring, her fingers traced every muscle and indent she could reach on my back.
And as I laid there, blinking at the panties she’d tossed under the pillow before I’d entered her room, I knew.
I knew I’d cursed myself all over again. Yet again, I was stained, and I hoped like hell this one would eventually wash off.
I had to get up. I had to stay away or at least put more and more distance between these visits until it was no longer a burn that needed soothing, but a pest that was sufficiently squashed over time.
“Jude?” she asked, quiet, as though she feared I was asleep.