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him.
I want to be closer.
He presses his groin into me, and I come back down, taking his lips and
dipping my tongue in, teasing him like that every time I come in for a kiss.
“Keep doing that,” he gasps.
I hear laughter outside and jump, twisting my head toward the door.
But he doesn’t let my head leave the game. He reaches over and twists
the lock and then carries me over to a chair at a lab table and sits down,
keeping me straddling him.
Grabbing my hips, he brings me chest to chest. “Did you think about me
this weekend?” He bites my lip and lets go. “Hmm?”
The feel of his teeth sends my stomach flipping, but I bite out anyway,
“You wish.”
I press my body into him and sink my lips into his as he pulls my hips
in again.
“You were talking shit to your dumb friends, weren’t you?” he pants,
his kisses and nibbles quick and teasing. “I never wanted to teach someone
a lesson as badly as I wanted to teach you one just now.” He pulls me again,
my clit grinding against the bulge in his jeans. “I should’ve walked over,
flipped up your skirt, and started going down on you right there, so they all
know what you really like.”
I start rolling my hips, slow and taunting, but when he darts out and
tries to catch my lips again, I pull away, teasing him. “You don’t know what
I like.”
“I don’t think I’m going to disappoint.”
His threat lingers between us, and I look down, seeing the tip of a tattoo
coming out of his shirt from his shoulder and drifting up just about an inch