Page 67 of Noxious Boys (Groveton College)

She just confided in me, something real, something with substance.

“Flynn,” she says cautiously, divot digging between her brows.

Whatever expression sits on my face is what’s giving her this worried look, probably wondering what it is I’m doing, her wide eyes, furrowed brow, parted lips so very close to my own.

“This is a very dangerous game, Angel,” I rumble, thick and deep.

Poppy eyes me, blinking those heavy black lashes over her lilac gaze, “What game, Flynn?” she whispers between us, her sweet, creamy scent filling my nostrils, infecting my brain.

My lips curl up in a smirk, eyes tightening at the corners, “Us.”

She freezes, just like that, the combination of her and I is something that should never be, but we become anusas soon as her mouth collides with mine.

We both move, teeth clacking against each other, a hiss escaping her at the contact. My tongue thrusts between her lips, my hands gripping her biceps, her whimpers vibrate my tongue as it curls around her own. Her hands fist at the collar of my white button up shirt, pulling me closer. I force her back into the chair, pressing my knee to the arm of it, caging her in with my other between her thighs.

Lust licks through me like flames, firing me up to devour her as I groan into her mouth. She kisses me back as violently as I kiss her, biting at my lips, sucking on my tongue. Heat lashes my spine and I lift her up from the seat, my grip punishing on her arms, I flip us around, sweeping everything off of my desk, I slam her down on top. The air bursting from her lungs as I shove her back onto the cold surface.

Gathering the stretchy, ankle length fabric of her dress in my hands, I wrench it up to her waist, bring myself back down on top of her, cupping her waist, and continue devouring her mouth with my tongue.

She grinds against me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her knees sharp in my sides, digging into my ribs. I groan into her mouth, bite down on her tongue, thrust my hips into her, the hard ridge of my rapidly growing cock placed perfectly between her thighs.

“Flynn,”she gasps, the sound of my name on her tongue shooting liquid fire directly into my balls.

Nipping and sucking on my lower lip, bucking against my cock, grinding her hips into my own, she whimpers into our kiss. I rear back, hands smoothing from around her waist, down and over the jut of her hips. Hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties, her chin dipped, she stares at me down the length of herbody, holding my gaze, I wrench the clingy lace down her thighs, hooking them off of her combat booted feet and bring them up to my nose. Inhaling deep, her scent drenching the fabric, arousal wetting my nose, I groan into the damp black lace.

“Flynn,” she pants, my name like a fucking death knell for the both of us.

Shoving her panties into my pant’s pocket, hooking her legs over my inner elbows, I lift her up, her shoulder blades, palms of her hands, crown of her head, the only parts of her still in contact with the desk. Dragging her cunt directly to my mouth, I blow over her glistening pink slit, dragging the tip of my nose over her clit. She whimpers, a soft, breathy, panting cry, and then I dig my teeth into the little swollen bud and she wails.

I huff a laugh into her cunt as I feast on her. Teeth dragging down both sides of her folds, tongue dipping inside her tight little hole, quick little prods, once, twice, before flattening it out and lapping upwards from asshole to clit. I swirl my tongue over her, sucking on every swollen part of her flesh, suckling and nipping. All of her flushed red just like I hope her cheeks are.

Lifting my head, a grin on my face, I keep close enough to her that she can feel every breath on her tender flesh where she’s lifted in front of my face. Her eyes are fucking huge, pupils blown, the lilac color more blue than gray and her cheeks are bright scarlet, that crimson hue like creeping fingers dipping down her throat, stretching out beneath the fabric of her dress. The soft slope of her exposed lower stomach is flushed pink too, and I want to see more of it.Her.

“Show me those pretty tits, Angel,” I rasp, demanding, her hands shakily moving towards the gathered black material pushed just above her navel. “I won’t drop you,” I reassure her, voice thick with desire, my chin wet with her as her elbows slowly lift from the table.

Her arms tremble as she carefully takes hold of the stretchy fabric, before quickly yanking it up, clamping it beneath her chin. I stare down at her like a virgin sacrifice picked out especially for me, but Poppy, Poppy stares up at me like I’m her fucking god. It’s heady, the look in her eye, theaweetched in her petite features.

Her small, teardrop shaped breasts jiggle lightly on her chest as she slaps her hands back down to the polished wood of the desk for balance.

I groan, pressing forward once more, my lips vibrating against her cunt, a needy whine corkscrewing its way up her throat in response. I lap at her, my tongue a firm pressure over every exposed part of her, my lips suckling, tongue twisting up into her tight hole, violent little thrusts forcing through her clamping walls. I eat her like I’ll never get enough, her sharp, earthy tang my newest addiction.

“Flynn, Flynn, Flynn,”she chants as I worship her.

Thumbs spreading her wide, fingers splayed over her thighs, digging in, her legs trembling in the crooks of my elbows, I bite down on her clit. Easing the sting with a long, firm suck on the little bundle of nerves, she groans, long and low. Thighs quivering, she explodes on my tongue, feeding me the evidence of her arousal. Her cunt pulses, trying to suck my tongue back inside. I nibble and suck at her clit, the tip of my thumb pressing just inside her soaking entrance.

Poppy spasms in my arms, her body jerking, palms slapping at the wooden desk, head thrashing side to side as I continue to lick her, sucking up everything she gifts me into my mouth, fucking her with the tip of my thumb as she rides out her orgasm, her hips stuttering with uneven little jerks.

Slowly, I lower her back to the desk, bending over top of her, covering her with my body, she trembles, her chest heaving between us. I grip her face, squeezing her cheeks until her lipspart wider, mouth open, I bite her lip, drag it from her teeth, and then I spit in her mouth. Groaning as she stares up at me, the taste of her on her own tongue.

“Swallow, Angel,” I rasp, nipping her lips with each word, the top then the bottom.

Hand sliding from her chin to the front of her throat, I watch her eyes, waiting to feel the moment she swallows. My cock thick and pounding with my pulse between us, the taut fabric of my slacks wet with her juices where I lean into her. I watch her wide eyes flick between my own, unsure, anxious, and then her throat works down my saliva, the taste ofuson her tongue as she swallows.

“Always knew you were gonna be a good girl,” I grin, and it. Is. Menacing.

Chapter 30

POPPY

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