Page 90 of Unhinged

I grin, vindicated. “Good. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Is it?”

“Absolutely, Greg Rodwell. The only reason.” That’s not even at the top of my list, but it’s fun, anyway.

He props his hand on the yellow-painted cinderblock wall behind me. “You’re working here to provoke me?”

I nod as his eyes fall to my lips and then return to my eyes, doing it several times. Damn, I want to make out with him and forget about whatshisname. But I won’t kiss Greg anymore. I can’t. “It relieves my boredom, and you drive me fucking crazy.” I hated to miss you.

“Oh, yeah? Awesome. That’s my job, Simone Rodwell.” Holy Lord.

I laugh, but it’s breathless, hearing him call me that. “You’re fucking rude for a dick.”

“You’re fucking vulgar for a chick,” he slings back to me. The look in his eyes confirms he remembers our insults at the coffee shop the night we met. His voice is tense and low. “I know you have a date, so stop shoving it in my face.”

I nod but holding his gaze, I challenge, “Make me.” Kiss me. Don’t kiss me.

Hadley’s best friend is delicious. I don’t know how she picked my brother over Greg. How am I supposed to pick someone else? But as he said, I’m a stupid college kid, and he only wanted to fuck a wet cunt. I need to remember that.

Greg dips to my neck, gliding his lips along my skin, while his hand goes to my right tit, massaging it through my T-shirt and torturing my nipple. His breath scorches my skin as he whispers, “I’m constantly thinking of last night and sporting a hard-on because of you.”

“Good,” I giggle, but then moan, and unthinkingly, I admit, “Me too, and I’m soaked. From the first day we met, I wanted to fuck you.” I wince. I’m such a dumb bitch. He didn’t need to know that, but it’s the truth.

His lips stop moving against my neck like he didn’t know that. I was pretty obvious, throwing myself at him on the road trip to Baltimore. I teased Greg about him wanting in my pants. If he had taken the bait, I would’ve thrown out my dating rules, and he could have rammed my pussy on the side of the road and at the hotel. He finally mutters, “Good. I wanted to fuck you too.”

I’m now the shocked one. Greg never hinted he wanted me then, so it throws me off balance. “I-I have to go. My date is waiting for me.”

“He can wait until hell freezes over.”

“Greg, stop.” He drags his lips along my shoulder to my collarbone.

“I can’t. You turn me on so fucking much, Simone.” His hand pushes up my olive-green A-line skirt, and he impatiently pushes past my underwear to slide his fingers into me.

I automatically ride his fingers and sigh, “Greg.”

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“No,” I protest but then groan, “Yes.”

His fingers slide further as he buries his nose into the crook of my neck. He whispers, “You smell so good.”

Greg suddenly pulls his fingers from me and drops to his knees to push up my skirt. “Especially here.” He rips down my underwear with swift determination.

I again plead, “I need to leave. We can’t do this.” But I need him to.

“The hell we can’t. I want your orgasm down my throat.”

With my underwear on my shoe, I don’t have time to kick them off or pull them up before his tongue is inside me. “Shit!” His tongue goes deeper, in and out. Greg’s hands go to my ass as he encourages me to fuck. I hold onto his head because I’ll fall over on my tiptoes. Looking down, I watch him devour me with a fervor none of the four guys who’ve done this to me had combined. His wet tongue explores every inch of my pussy, and the sound of his enthusiastic eating fills the room.

With him gripping my ass, I give in and rub my pussy back and forth over his mouth. His hot breath and probing tongue push me closer, and when he inserts his index finger and fucks me with that, too, I moan, “I’m going to cream your mouth.”

He nods underneath me, and his lips move against my clit. “I want it, baby.”

I grip his head as the damn breaks. He pulls out his finger as I yell, not giving a damn if anyone hears me. He slurps and moans his approval while raining my orgasms into his mouth as I pant his name.

When they stop, and his licks aren’t as noisy, he kisses my open pussy before moving back. My legs shake, and I hold on to a nearby shelf. We stare at each other, out of breath, and I ask, “Why’d you do that?”

He looks at me like I’m new to the planet. “Because I wanted to eat your cunt.” Greg smirks as he licks his lips. “Tastes like a milkshake.”

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