Her eyes darken before me, a heavy need taking over.
Damn.
“Here, where all these people would see? Yes. Anywhere else?” I skim my lips over hers and she leans in, fighting for more. “Never.”
“Then move your feet,” she whispers, gripping me tighter.
My chest rumbles against hers, and a slow smirk spreads across her face.
“You better be careful, D.”
“And you better start walking, Neek. Take me to this... anywhere else. Somewhere where you won’t tell me no,” she says coyly, closing her lips over mine.
Her hands slide across my shoulders and down my chest as much as our closeness will allow.
I’m hard already, aching, and the want in her eyes only makes it worse.
I squeeze her ass cheeks and her lips part.
She’s not asking, but commanding I take her somewhere, play with this body.
I run my hands across the back of her thighs, hesitating, but knowing damn well I won’t deny her even if I should for my own fucking sanity.
A little of her would never be enough.
A taste would only leave me starved.
I’m what she wants, and what my baby wants, she gets.
I drop her to her feet and damn near drag her ass across the field, through the campus and into the only open door I can find.
She laughs at my eager steps as we rush down the silent, dark halls until we’re walking into the open theater, and sneaking up the stairs that lead to her safe place – the attic above it.
I give her no time to think, I’m on her in an instant.
She shudders in my arms, a small gasp leaving her as my mouth lands on hers, the anticipation alone lighting her up.
Her mouth is mine to take, and she gives everything she has, her arms quickly wrapping around my neck, tightening and tugging me impossibly close.
I kiss her and I don’t stop.
She doesn’t either.
Demi clings to me, whimpering in protest when I pull back to glance around the area as I walk her backward toward the wall, but she has other ideas.
She leads me to the opposite corner where there’s a small blanket she must have laid out up here at some point.
She tugs my hand, her eyes low and aroused as she draws me to the floor with her. She lays herself across the soft fleece beneath us, her legs falling open, so I settle between them.
I let my eyes soak in the sight, Demi Davenport under me, turned the fuck on and deprived as hell, but she’s impatient and refuses to wait any longer.
She pushes to her elbows to bring her mouth back to mine, her tongue demanding entrance I’d never refuse.
My hands roam her sides, and I take a deep breath as I slide under her shirt, gliding across her skin.
“So damn soft,” I murmur.
She moans, whispering against my lips, “Touch me, Neek.”
I groan, dropping my head into her neck.
I don’t need a second invitation, and I don’t hesitate, but slip past her bra to find a perfect handful of silky skin.
Her nipple is already hard as a rock, so when I trace the pad of my thumb across the sensitive bud, she cries out, right into my fuckin’ ear, the sexy ass, desperate rasp shooting straight to my dick and making me throb.
I push against her reflexively and she reacts instantly, her hips rolling, begging for more.
She grips my hand, squeezing, then drags it down her stomach, pushing the tips of my fingers into the waist of her pants, and then leaves me there to work.
I flick open the button of her jeans, and adjust my position, so I can slide my hand inside without having to take them off and she lifts her hips. I tease over her underwear and her legs drop even wider.
I pull back, my eyes on her dazed ones as I inch the edge of her panties to the side, feeling the smallest piece of what I guarantee is the softest spot on her.
I run the tips of my fingers up and down, slowly moving the rest of the stretchy material to the side, until I’m ghosting right over her clit.
She gives a slow blink. “What are you waiting for?” she whispers with a dare.
My touch falls on her, pressing harder the lower my fingers slip, and a small smirk finds her lips, her eyes closing at the same time.
I drop my mouth to hers, but she doesn’t kiss me.
Demi pulls my lip between her teeth, biting lightly, an airy “yes” escaping as she releases me.
Her hands find their way under my shirt, and her fingertips dig into my skin as she explores my body for the first time.
“Take it off,” she pants.
Right as she says it, laughter echoes beneath us and we freeze.
More and more voices float up, and I look at Demi.
Her head lifts and falls back to the wooden floor. “Fuck. They’re putting in new chairs. The crew must work through the night to avoid class time.”
She lets out a deep sigh, her head tilting to the side.
My smirk is slow. “You poutin’, baby?”
Her eyes fly to mine, darkening by the second, and damn if she doesn’t nod.
I suppress a groan, pushing on her clit even harder than before as I drop my lips to her ear. “Can you be quiet?”
“I don’t know,” she answers with a moan, a little too loud. “But don’t stop.”
Her pussy clenches and she pushes her hips into my hand, rolling with me.
“Put your mouth on my skin,” I tell her. “Bite if you have to.”
She nods, and then her tongue trails across my neck, her mouth covering the spot a second later.
A jolt runs deep in my body, and her small smile is felt.
I pinch her clit, swirling quicker and quicker until her body starts to quake, her mouth pressing harder and harder into me as she fights to hold it in.
I want to hear her let go.
“Can you open your legs a little wider for me?” I whisper, dragging my teeth across her earlobe.
“I’m a dancer, Neek,” she breathes, locking onto my biceps with a death grip. “You have no idea what I can do with my legs.”
“Fuck,” I groan, pushing my hard-on against her outer hip, and she starts shaking even more.
I pull back so I can watch as she blinks in and out of her orgasm.
Her lips are spread, a deep tension lining her brow as she twitches.
It takes several minutes for her breathing to slow, she drags those hazy green eyes to mine.
I expect her to retreat into herself a bit, maybe pull back a little or feel unsure.
She doesn’t.
She slides her hands up my neck until she’s got a good, solid grip on my face, and pulls my lips to hers.
Demi fights her laughter as we push against the wall then quickly dart out the door before the staff inside spots us. As soon as we’re through the double doors and back into the cool night air, she lets it go, dropping her head back as she laughs loudly.
And god damn it, I have to hold her again. I grab her by the ribs and lift.
Instantly, those long ass legs wrap me up and she smiles, slowly lowering her lips to mine.
“We should go back in there,” I tell her.
She smiles wide, shaking her head. “You should come over tomorrow night,” she requests, her arms loose around my neck. “Stay with me.”
There’s a tender, nervous air surrounding her, one that has me reaching up to brush my knuckle across her cheek and her lips twitch.
“That what you want?”
Her hand runs through the top of my hair sliding down and pausing over my left pec. “Yeah, Neek. I want you.”