Page 34 of Hiding Desire

It was funny because she was the most accident-prone and poorly co-ordinated person I knew, so I must be hungover.

“I drank too much last night,” I muttered.

Cat raised her eyebrows at me. She was right to question it. I never got drunk; neither of us did.

“Is everything okay?”

“Students get drunk all the time,” I said evasively.

“Sure. But you…” Her voice trailed off, staring open-mouthed towards my bedroom door.

With his thick biceps crossed over his bare chest, Sean made an arresting sight. He stood barefoot, leaning against the frame. My gaze snagged on his overfilled black boxers, and I darted sideways to stand in front of him, facing Cat.

“Hi, there,” she said, amused as she glanced between us.

“Sean O’Sullivan,” he said, his smooth Irish accent rolling over his words.

His heat lined my back as he rested his hands on my bare waist. I was suddenly aware I was wearing my bootie shorts and sparkly bikini from last night.

“Catherine Hounslow, but everyone calls me Cat.”

“I’ve been told so much about you,” Sean said.

He was such a liar, I’d never said a word about her.

“We need to get dressed.” I twisted and hustled him back inside my room, catching Cat’s smirk as I closed the door.

She would grill me later.

I opened my mouth to ask him why he was still here, but he pressed me back against the door and took my lips. His vast body crowded me, short-circuiting my brain. Overwhelming sensations moved through me. His tongue licked into the seam of my mouth, and I gasped. This allowed him entrance as he deepened the kiss, and thoughts of pushing him off flew out of the window. Desire rocked through me, and my hands gripped his hair. He grabbed my legs, wrapping them around his waist. The firm planes of his muscular body pressed against me, and I writhed against his hardening cock as he ground me against the door. The movement rubbed at my clit, and heat swam through me. Sensation crowded sensible thoughts out. His aftershave filled my nostrils, and I gave into the attraction between us, sinking against him.

Our tongues slicked against each other, and my head swam with need. The grunts from Sean just fuelled my cascading thoughts. His big palm smoothed across my skin and pushed the cup of the bikini up, dropping my breast into his hand. I arched against him as he pinched my nipple and sent a jolt of pleasure down to my centre. Wetness pooled at my entrance as I shamelessly rubbed against him, still kissing him as if my life depended on it.

“It’s breakfast time.” Sean pulled away, his lips swollen and hair mussed.

He dropped my legs, and I stumbled as he yanked my shorts and thong down in one motion.

I squeaked as he buried his face in my centre, even as he continued to pull the garments off my legs. His warm wet tongue found my clit, and I gasped.

“Fecking delicious,” he groaned, pressing a hand down on the enormous tent in his boxers before nuzzling back to my pussy.

Finally freeing me from the shorts, he tossed my leg over his shoulder and pressed a hand to my hip, pinning me to the door again. I dropped my head back against the wood, closing my eyes against the intensity. His fingers probed my entrance and slipped inside. I ought to be embarrassed by how wet I was, but his assault on my clit prevented my words from forming.

“So wet for me.” He crooked his fingers, setting off delicious shudders inside me.

I soared higher, scrabbling a hand in his hair, pressing him closer. My hips rolled against him as his fingers worked as fast as his talented tongue, and my orgasm rushed towards me. He hummed, and the sensation rocked through me. I trembled and fell over the edge as pleasure rolled through me like a freight train.

“Sean!”

He sucked and nipped at me, prolonging my release before he let my leg down. I wobbled and grabbed the door handle to remain upright. He sat back on his knees, looking up at me with a smug expression. He looked stunning and mischievous on his knee before me, my release shining on his chin.

“Best breakfast ever.”

A distant part of me wanted to roll my eyes, but my brain remained offline. He stood up and scooped me up, bringing me to the bed. My body was cooling, and while it was wholeheartedly on board with fucking him, my mind wasn’t entirely sure it was a good idea.

He took a handkerchief from his discarded suit jacket, wiped his face, and carefully folded it back into his pocket.

“I’ll wear your pussy juices all over my face with pride. If it fades, I can bring this out of my pocket,” he said when he saw me watching.

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