My eyes flutter closed as his lips travel to my neck.

Fuck him for knowing my weak spot.

Fuck him for the way he grabs my breast and groans…like it’s solely for his pleasure.

Fuck him for all the dirty things he wants to do to my body.

And fuck me…for everything I’m going to let him get away with in this locker room.

“More,” a voice that sounds a whole lot like mine moans.

Dropping to his knees, he buries his head in my chest.

I hiss as his mouth finds my nipple through my shirt. “Oh, God.”

My thighs clench when he moves on to the next one and I notice the wet mark he left on the white fabric.

I dig my nails into his shoulders as he reaches for my buttons. “Take it out.”

“Trust me, I am.” He tugs the cup of my bra down, exposing me. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Groaning, he sucks my nipple into his hot, wet mouth.

A surge of pleasure zips up my spine as he plumps my other breast in his hand before licking and teasing that one too. “I meant your dick.” I swallow hard. “I want to watch you.”

Voracious green eyes cut through me as he unbuttons the rest of my blouse. “As long as I get to keep playing with these.” Hooking a finger in the band of my bra, he snaps it against my skin. “Take it off, Bible Thumper.”

Reaching around, I unhook my bra and remove it.

I’ve never felt so vulnerable or defenseless. I expect his face to twist in disgust when he sees my stomach, but it doesn’t.

His eyes darken as he stands up. “Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?”

I want to ask if he’s joking, but he runs his palm over the huge erection tenting his pants. “See what you do to me?”

There’s a confident gleam in his gaze as he unzips his pants.

I understand why when his dick springs out of his boxers.

Like the rest of him, it’s impressive…and uncharacteristically attractive.

It’s not a strange shape, there are no weird bends or colors…his generous girth and width are proportionate to one another.

He’s perfect.

But for some strange reason…right now in this moment? He’s looking at me like I’m the one who is.

My heart hammers in my chest as I watch him wrap his big hand around his cock and give it a slow, teasing jerk.

Witnessing him doing something so wicked, so personal, is such a turn on.

Like a naughty show I know I shouldn’t be watching but can’t seem to turn away from.

Biting his lip, he comes closer. “Lick it.”

Nerves lodge in my throat. He promised he wouldn’t…

He holds up his hand. “Unless you’re too chicken.”

There’s a taunting bite to his tone…a challenge.

His little dare shouldn’t excite me, but it does.

Especially because I know exactly what he thinks about me.

He thinks I’m an innocent nerd…and he’s right.

But not right now.

Holding his gaze, I flick my tongue against the rough, calloused skin of his palm.

His breathing hitches. “Fuck.”

With a grunt, he places his hand back on his cock, jacking himself hard and fast.

Then he stops.

I watch in earnest as he circles the wide crown with his thumb, gathering the small drop of fluid on it.

“Open.”

When I do, he slips his thumb inside my mouth.

I close my lips around it, sampling the salty flavor.

He places his free arm on the wall beside my head, sagging against me. “Fucking hell.”

He slides his now wet thumb down my body, stopping at my nipple.

“I want to fuck them,” he rasps.

“Okay,” I whisper before I can stop myself.

He buries his face in my neck, like he’s defeated and lost all sense of self-restraint. “Lay down on the bench.”

“Can I try something first?”

I don’t want this to be over without satisfying my curiosity.

He smirks. “You can try anything you want, Bible Thumper.”

Reaching between us, I curl my fingers around him. “I just needed to…feel you.”

His breathing becomes labored as I move my hand up and down his length. “You’re killing me.” His teeth graze my neck as I jack him faster. “Feels so fucking good.” He places his hand on top of mine. “Too good.” He nips my skin. “Get on the bench before I come all over your skirt.”

Nerves bunch in my stomach as I position myself on the bench.

Kneeling, he traces my cleavage with his tongue. “Christ. I love your goddamn tits.”

Rising off the floor, he straddles the bench and situates himself over me. “You okay?”

All I can do is give him a nod because I’m too focused on the way he’s sliding his cock between my breasts.

“Push them together for me.” With a strangled grunt, he picks up the pace. “Yeah. Just like that. So fucking good.”

Watching him lose control like this is electrifying.

I love the way his Adam’s apple bobs. The sound of his balls slapping my skin. The way his face strains with every thrust.

But mostly…how he can’t keep his eyes off me.

I watch as pleasure moves across his face. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

It’s the only warning I get before there’s a long spurt of hot liquid. “Holy fucking shit.” Thighs shaking, Cole jerks his dick one last time, shooting another stream of cum on my boobs.

Wondering just how dirty and open minded he is, I collect some on my finger and hold it up to him like an offering.

He raises an eyebrow. “You want me to taste myself?”

Biting my lip coyly, I nod.

There’s a wicked look in his eyes as his lips close around my finger.

“You’re full of surprises, Bible Thumper,” he muses as he pulls me into a sitting position and drops to his knees. “And covered in my cum.”

I’m about to ask for a paper towel, but to my shock, he drags his tongue over my nipples, licking some of the fluid off my tits.

It’s so wrong…so depraved.

His lips crash against mine, and he winds my ponytail in his hand.

When I cry out, he shoves his tongue inside my mouth, making me taste and swallow it.

So ruthless.

And I’m so screwed…because I like it.

Chapter 40

Cole

She starts to stand, but I halt her. “We still have ten minutes before the bell rings.”

“I know. I should get dressed.”

Fuck that shit. If it was up to me, she’d never have a stitch of clothing on.

“Not so fast.”

I slip my hand under her skirt.

Her eyes widen. “What are you—”

She bites her lip as I run my finger along the damp crotch of her panties.

Cotton. I was right.

“I don’t—”

“You want me to stop?”

“No…yes. I don’t know.” Huffing, she looks at the ceiling. “I’ve never...you know.”

Goddammit. That shouldn’t turn me on so much. I hate virgins.

But just like everything else about her…it does.