Page 79 of Foolish Games

“It doesn’t,” he says, nipping at my lower lip. He rolls it between his teeth, running his tongue along it and then sucking.

I gasp with pleasure, and he massages between my thighs until I’m whimpering for more. Pulling back suddenly, he undoes my jeans and yanks them down in one motion, going to his knees in front of me.

“Sebastian,” I protest, my gaze flying around the room. “We’re at school.”

“I don’t care where we are,” he says. “I’m fucking you right now, and I’m not waiting.”

He spits on his hand and slicks it between my legs, rubbing his cold fingers through my folds and making me shiver. His other hand unzips his jeans and clumsily shoves them down. Then he thrusts both arms between my legs and stands, pinning me to the door with my knees hooked over his forearms.

His mouth crashes against mine, his hot length grinding against the exposed flesh between my thighs as he rocks us against the door.

“Away from the door,” I order. “People will know what we’re doing.”

“Good,” he says, reaching down to guide himself into my slick heat. “If it were up to me, I’d turn on the video cameras and put it on the announcements for the entire school to see.”

I tense, sucking in a long, shuddering breath as his girth stretches me open and he sinks in all the way. The ache inside me has my thighs clenching, but he doesn’t pound into me as I expected.

“On second thought,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss away the crease between my eyebrows from the painful intrusion. “I’d rather be the only one who sees you like this. I don’t think I’m ready to fight off every guy in school. It’s bad enough that I’m going to have to fight your brother at some point.”

“Can we not talk about my brother right now?”

“Your wish is my command, Princess Prude. Let’s not talk. Let’s just fuck.” He draws back and rams up into me so hard I see stars. My head falls back against the door, and he slams me into it with enough force to rattle the thick wooden door on its hinges again and again. Like before, the thought of everyone knowing has me halfway embarrassed, and halfway so hot that I can feel my arousal trickling down my ass before I even climax. Sebastian keeps his arms under my knees, bracing one hand against the door and using the other to keep my back from crashing against the hard surface as he drives into me with bruising force.

“Sebastian,” I cry. “I’m going to cum.”

“Watch your cunt taking every inch of me,” he growls, pumping harder. “Tell me that little shrimp fucks you this good. Tell me he makes you feel like this.”

“He doesn’t,” I gasp out, watching his thick cock disappearing inside me. I reach down, stroking my clit.

“Take my cum,” he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Tell me where you want it.”

“Pull out,” I cry, trying to rise up.

“Wrong answer,” he says, driving me back into the door and grabbing my hips, wrenching me forward and impaling me so deep I strain to take him completely.

“Inside,” I gasp out, my core clenching helplessly around him as orgasm takes me.

He groans, his hips jerking and his cock pulsing wider, stretching me deliciously before his cum spills, filling my depths in rhythmic pulses. He squeezes my ass in both hands, grinding and grinding, his breath ragged against my neck. I drop my head back with a thump, trying to catch my breath. A sheen of sweat coats my entire body, and my walls keep squeezing him, as if they can’t let him go just yet.

“Fuck,” he whispers breathlessly against my ear. “I’m stupid for you, Vivienne Delacroix.”

“I think I’m the one getting stupider.”

“You may be the one getting your pussy fucked, but I’m the one getting my head fucked,” he says, slowly untangling his arms and letting my feet down to the floor. I don’t think they’ll hold me, but he keeps me pinned, cupping my cheek and claiming my mouth with deep, slow kisses. After a few minutes, he pulls back and gives me a small, dimpled smile.

“How was that for a performance?” he asks, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb. “Think we convinced them we’re having angry makeup sex?”

“I’m not sure we need to actually do it to convince people,” I point out, wondering how on earth I’m going to walk out of this room and face everyone right now. If the librarian heard us, I’m about to be suspended, and that would take some serious explaining to my family. Thank heaven I already told Rob we were faking it, so I have someone to back me up and say it’s all for show.

“The best lies are the ones that are half true,” Sebastian says, tucking himself away and buttoning his jeans. “Think I should leave my jeans unzipped?”

“That seems like overkill,” I say, rolling my eyes as I get myself put back together too.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he says with a grin. “Though I didn’t notice you having the same objections to me putting our sex tape on the announcements.”

“Shut up,” I say, straightening my shirt and touching my lips to see if they’re swollen.

“I think you’re a bit of a voyeur,” he teases.

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