Page 85 of Your Side of the Offense

I wait a few seconds but he doesn't say anything. I open the door and my heart rate escalates.

He steps forward and I step back. He steps again and I step back. Finally, he closes the bathroom door behind him.

"Are you having fun, D?" he asks still advancing on me and I can't read his face.

"What are you doing here, Logan co—"

"Could what? Come here to check on you?" His voice is dark, and it has that note that always got me loose in certain areas.

"This is his room."

"I know." Harvey stands right in front of me, and I lift my eyes to him as he stares down at me, our faces so close. "Oh, I know. But you know he won't come. Does he know you hate parties?"

My lips part, but I have no answer.

"Does he know you'd rather be out of here having your hair pulled as you ride instead?" His breath is fresh; he hasn't been drinking at all. Not high either.

"I saw you down there with him, desperate to be away from him as you watched Arch. You wanted his hands on you, didn't you?"

I don't answer, and I don't need to, he already knows. The temperature is definitely getting high.

"Can he even make you wet?"

I shrink a little at that. It's like he can see right through me. Harvey leans into my ear.

"Does he know you like we do? Your body like we do? Does he know how you love getting fingered instead of being tongue fucked. Does he know that sweet spot that makes you squirt?

“Does he know how wild you get when you get licked behind you knees? Does he know how much you love waking up with a tongue on your clit? How to fuck you like I do? How to make your body whimper in pleasure?” He lifts a hand to a stray hair, brushing it behind my ear. “Does he know that you like your hair pulled and you like getting choked with cock till you cry?”

My knees tremble, but I do my best to stand up straight.

“Does he know you love the ocean, but you would never step in one because you are afraid it will consume you? Does he know you’ve never owned a stuffed animal because you still think they will come alive at night and kill you? Does he know all that? Hmm? Cause we do. We all know you. You know why? Because you are still ours. You know that, he knows that."

"Go fuck yourself, Harvey," I manage, and quite pathetically I might add.

He chuckles lightly and stares down at me. "You know it's you I'd rather be fucking, my little demon." He caresses my cheek gently with the back of his hand.

Blinking, I gather all my dignity that's on the floor and push him away. He doesn't budge, eventually stepping back on his own. His face back to serious now.

"Go to him, he needs you," he says plainly then turns and leaves.

I wait to hear the door close before I take my phone and head downstairs. I maneuver the crowd of students and leave. Pushing down on the button, I switch off my phone.

Luckily most people are drunk out of their minds, and I slip out between the cars. I walk to their street and find the house unlocked and walk in. It's so peaceful here.

I climb the stairs with a single-minded determination. I just know I need to be here; I want to be here. His door opens as I'm about to open it. He is topless, looking a bit hurt.

"I'm sorry," I say, placing my hands on his chest. He closes the door behind us, takes my face in his, and kisses me. He lifts me off the ground and my skirt rides up.

"I almost lost my mind when I saw his fucking hands on you." He growls as he kisses my neck.

Laying me on the bed, my legs spread on their own as he climbs on top of me. I moan when he continues kissing my neck. Not gentle, but passionate.

"Yes." I moan when he twists my nipple.

His other hand lifts my top and he pulls away to help me out of it. My bra is next and then my skirt and panties. He stops to look at my body for a second. Eyes fixed on my wet center, he grabs my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

"I'll kiss you later, I just…need this," he says as his mouth touches my thighs and starts kissing me. He looks like a man dying of thirst and wastes no time darting his tongue, taking me.

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