“Right there,” I moaned.
I didn't think about the broken nails I would find when this was over and instead embraced the madness he was creating inside me as I fought not to touch him. In the deep recesses of my mind and conscious I was mortified at how I came apart so easily. I was letting him win. But worse than that, I was letting him know I liked it.
I’m going to enjoy stealing away what you cherish most and making you love it while I do. I heard his words in my head from the other night. He kept his word as he was known to do. I did love it.
“So fucking hot,” he muttered. I was about to respond when I heard the telltale sounds of cars pulling up and footsteps in the hall.
“Oh no. Keiran –”
“Don’t say my name,” he snarled.
“But they’re coming. You have to stop,” I moaned. “Please we’ll get caught,” I protested again while I pressed forward sending his tongue deeper inside me.
“You know what I want. Give it to me,” he ordered.
His hands were now massaging my ass and I looked back at the door to see a few heads through the small window, passing by. The pace of his tongue increased and I felt my walls clench around his tongue.
“How?” I cried in frustration, the rhythm and pace of my writhing hips increasing.
“Beg me.”
I hesitated though my body screamed for me to do just that. Could I really beg for something I shouldn't ask for?
“Make me come, make me –”
The force of my orgasm overpowered my words as I came on a silent scream that rocked my body and threw common sense out the window. His mouth remained on me through my orgasm and afterward he pressed lingering kisses on my heated skin. Just as the first bell for first period rang, he lifted his head and stared at me with a dark look in eyes.
“You taste sweeter than you pretend to be.”
*
Hours later I was rushing out of French to avoid Willow and wait for Keiran. Part of our agreement from last night was that I had eyes on me at all times, preferably his. I guess that’s why Keenan emerged out of nowhere and said, “You’re with me. Keiran’s busy.”
“Oh, that’s okay…I can just walk myself,” I volunteered.
“Not happening,” he replied shortly before marching away, assuming I would follow. I did.
We ran into Sheldon on the way to class and I watched her prance up to Keenan, who wasted no time embracing her. “Hi handsome. I missed you,” she giggled. Keenan kissed her enthusiastically while grabbing a handful of her ass. Public displays of affection were the norm with these two.
“I missed you more, beautiful. We still on for tonight?”
“Yeah, can’t wait.” She looked up and noticed me, a grin spreading across her face. “Hi Lake, how’s it going?
“Great, thanks.” I still wonder why she is so nice to me since she is part of Keiran’s camp.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Happy belated birthday!” She noticed my puzzled look and stated, “I overheard Keiran telling Keenan. What did you –?”
“Ok babe, I’m walking Lake to class for Keiran,” he quickly interjected and walked off, leaving behind Sheldon who now looked confused.
“Why couldn’t Keiran take me to class?”
He turned his head to look at me and lifted an eyebrow. “Why do you care?”
“I just think it’s a little much. I can find my own way to class.”
“Yeah well we’ve seen how treacherous you are and how far you’re willing to go. You framed my cousin, princess. You did it to yourself.”
We reached the class and he motioned for me to go inside but I hesitated. “Keenan, listen. I had nothing to do with it. I lost my cell phone or it was stolen—I don't know, but I didn't frame him. Please, you have to believe me.”