I look at him through my fingers to find a smile on his mouth as he rubs at his jaw, a hint of a bruise already starting to form.
“You thought I was the maze menace. Yeah, in hindsight, I should have said something but I had no idea why you suddenly ran around the side. I just wanted to check on you.” His eyes are dancing, and I can’t understand how he can be so happy right now.
“I just punched you, Sunbeam. I’m gone, finito, it’s as easy as that.”
“No, you’re not, because nothing happened. It’s not your fault I slipped on a wet floor and went chin first into the sink. Shit happens.” I pull my hand away as I take him in, not daring to believe his words.
“You would do that for me? I don’t understand.” I feel so lost right now and I miss the new persona I’ve adopted. Where is the girl who kisses a guy because she feels like it and gets high instead of crying about it? I like that girl, this one just makes me mad.
“It was an accident, but I have to ask, why are you so certain I’m not the one leaving the women inside the maze?” His words should scare me, right? Either way, they don’t.
“I don’t know, I just am.”
“Okay, well thanks, I guess. Either way, you’re stuck here with us, sorry to say, but I’m not about to offer you a pass again.” His eyes bore into me, and this sudden desire jolts through me as I rise to my knees and thread my fingers through his hair.
“You’ve got that ‘I feel like it’ look again. What are you planning, Moonbeam?” he asks, but he doesn’t move, just sits here letting me cup his face.
I lean forward and run my lips across the bruise I caused to mar his skin, and a low rumble starts in his chest as I move to his mouth and kiss him in a long, drawn out way that I feel all the way down to my toes.
He pulls back with a smirk that all the guys seem to be able to pull off, before he climbs to his feet, and pulls me up alongside him.
“I think it’s time to get you back to the Academy. I’m sure Aeron or Emmet will be looking for you.”
“What if I’d rather stay here with you?” I jut my chin out as I cup him through his jeans.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I only have so much restraint and you’ve all but worn it out,” he says as he seizes my wrist, but he doesn’t pull me away.
“I’m sick of being a pawn in Emmet’s game and a stand in for Aeron when he can’t get to someone better. I’m just tired of feeling worthless, and half the time, I feel as though I don’t even rank second best.” My voice wavers but I don’t break my eyes away from his, and he slams his lips against mine and plunders my mouth with his tongue.
He isn’t toying with me or teasing; he knows what he wants and he’s taking it. Dominating me with his mouth as he thrusts his hand down into my leggings and panties, and pushes two fingers inside me without warning. He swallows my cries as my hands fumble at his pants until I get the button open and the zipper drawn down. Our lips don’t break, even as I push his pants over his ass and slip my hand into the waistband of his boxers, gripping him in my hand and sliding up and down.
We move until I’m pushed against the wall, and he takes his fingers from me just as I’m about to come. My cries are more out of frustration this time as he grips my leggings and pulls them down my legs, kneeling down in the process, and then rips my panties from my body. I feel a sharp sting when the fabric pulls and then snaps, but it’s forgotten when his mouth closes over me and he thrusts his tongue deep inside. His hands are palming my ass and holding me in place. I can’t keep my hips still as I ride his face, reaching the crest and then falling apart. Crying out long and loud, and it feels like it goes on forever as he continues to lick and nip at my sensitive flesh before he returns to his feet.
I slide his boxers down and grip him in my hand. Only, when he takes a step back, he catches on the pants that are caught around his ankles and falls to the floor. I can’t hold the laugh in as he looks at me with irritation written across every line of his features, and the scowl on his face all but does me in.
I’m still laughing as I pull my legs out of my leggings and then drop until I’m straddling his thighs. His hands come up to my hips and he kneads the muscles as I bend over him to claim his mouth in another kiss. My hand is between us as I pump him repeatedly, his thumb falls on my nub, and he rubs furiously. I rock my hips in time and he groans as I slide higher up his thighs and I come into contact with his balls.
Our eyes meet and we freeze, still touching but not daring to move. He groans hard and loud as he pushes me back down his thighs, and away from where I suddenly realize I want to be.
I slide my way back up, but his hands on my hips halt my movements. I bend at the waist and run my tongue up his stomach and over to his nipple.
He growls before he flips us and I’m suddenly on my back with him poised between my legs, and his chest is beating hard. I can feel his tip hitting my sweet spot with every jerk it does.
“No offense, Moonbeam, but I don’t think you know what you’re doing right now. If we do this, there’s no going back. You can’t decide to give yourself to someone for the first time again. You’ll be stuck with the choice you made for the rest of your life.” He thinks I have doubts and maybe I should have, but they’re just not there.
I grip hold of him and line him up, I won’t lift my hips. If he wants this, then all he has to do is push his hips down and give me something real.
“I want you, Tom. I’ve felt your hands and mouth on my body, and I’ve seen how you screw a girl and I want to feel how you…” I hesitate, this is one self-imposed rule that is hard to break. “Fuck.” It comes out breathy and dirty and his eyes darken as he grips his cock, and starts rubbing himself against me.
“I don’t have a condom,” he says through gritted teeth.
“I’ve been on the implant since my birthday,” I grit out and then he gives me a bruising kiss, before rearing up and lifting me into his arms.
He slams me up against the wall once more, my legs circling his waist as he uses one hand to grip my ass, and the other to make sure he’s still lined up just right.
“I don’t fuck soft. I know you’re a virgin, but I can’t give you what most girls will get their first time.” It’s his last warning, I can still back out if I want too.
“Good.”
He slides himself up and down between my folds, drawing out the torment before he thrusts in, all the way, and holds himself in place as a grimace passes over my face at the sudden surge of pain. He’s too big, and the fact is, he isn’t even the biggest out of the guys. Fuck me, they’re going to destroy me.
“I know it hurts, but if I move, I will soon replace it with more pleasure than you will know what to do with.”
“It’s okay,” I whimper out, as he takes my full weight in his hands, before placing me on the floor. He slips out during the process.
He lines himself back up with me before he pushes himself back in; I cry out at the pain and sink my teeth into my bottom lip as he moves. Pulling out before thrusting back in, his thumb is rubbing at my clit and my moans grow louder. He takes his thumb away before sliding his hands under my ass, my back lifts off the floor as he angles me up, and starts undulating his hips harder and faster. Driving himself into me, hitting a spot that makes my toes curl every time and I can’t keep quiet. My cries ring out around us as I tighten around him. My vision goes black as my orgasm passes through me, and his grunts mix with my moans as his thrusts become jerky, and his mouth closes over mine as he lets go and comes undone.