Page 42 of Snake

I stiffen, my hands on his pecs as I shove at him. He leans back a few inches, staring down at me, and smacks his lips. “God, I’ve been waiting all week to do that,” he murmurs.

It’s wrong. In fact, it’s enough for me to head straight to the dean to tell him all about Lorenzo…and I wouldn’t even feel a twinge of guilt doing it.

But something happens in my brain that I can’t explain. Instead of pushing Mason away, I twist my hands into his shirt so I can yank him close. Our mouths meet hard and fast, Mason letting out a low groan deep in the back of his throat as he leans into me.

The kiss becomes slow and sensual. I’m panting for breath, our mouths locked so hard against each other that I have to take air through my nose or risk suffocating. Mason weaves a hand in my ponytail, dragging out my hair tie and then sinking his fingers deep into my hair. His other hand skates down and grabs roughly at my breast, squeezing me through my clothing until my nipple tightens into a hard nub.

I surface for a moment, disorientated, when a bell rings in the distance, but Mason’s tongue slips into my mouth and the outside world dissolves again.

Somewhere between the petting and the kissing, I decide it’s a good idea to get on Mason’s lap. He growls like a beast when I lower onto the hard ridge rising from his pants. I rock my hips forward, sighing into his mouth when his hard cock slides against my clit and pussy.

“Christ, woman,” he mutters as he breaks off our kiss. He grabs my hips and forces me to slide over his cock again, driving me down so hard that the friction warms up myalready damp underwear. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with us?”

“I don’t,” I whisper, sliding back so when I reach down between us, I can grab his thick cock through his pants. “But I’m only human. I have needs too, you know.” I don’t know if it’s remotely true, but it sure feels like it. Unless that sweet was drugged—a thought I’m now desperately trying to get out of my head—it’s the only conclusion. I’ve developed a sudden itch deep, deep inside me, and Mason is the most convenient way to scratch it.

I fumble until I find his zipper, and he grabs my ass cheek when I drag down his fly. I sit back, watching fascinated as his jaw bunches. I can see the conflict in his eyes—how badly he wants this, but how he’s trying to hold himself back.

That’s all on him. He should have left me alone and not kissed me on a loveseat in this secluded little alcove of the Academy’s courtyard.

But no, that’s not entirely true, is it? I could have jumped up the moment he sat down. I could have refused his gift. I could have pushed him away when he tried to kiss me and not have kissed him back.

Mason’s mouth is by my ear when he murmurs, “So what now, baby girl? Are you going to take it out, or are you going to leave?”

I let out a reluctant groan as I reach into his pants, carefully pulling his dick out. It barely fits through the hole in his fly, and I’m sure the fact that he’s surrounded by zipper teeth is why he suddenly goes still under me.

Mason pushes his legs open, parting my legs too, and runs his fingers over the bottom of my underwear. “You’re fucking soaked,” he murmurs, his amber eyes flashing like a hungry wolf when he looks up at me. “You realize I’m going to fuck you now, right? You can’t change your mind halfway through.”

I don’t think I want to. What I want is between Mason’s legs. And in his arms. And…him. Oh God…I want him. Not just now, like this. Somewhere between fearing this man, and hating him, and fighting him…I’ve fallen for him.

That’s the only thing that makes sense.

I seize Mason’s thick, rock-hard cock. And when I give him a fierce pump, his dark eyelashes flutter like he’s about to come all over my hand.

“Jesus, I’ve thought about this moment a million times,” he murmurs. “How I’d break you in for the first time. How you’d feel, your tight little pussy clinging to my cock.” His fingers tighten on my hips as he drags me forward. The tip of his dick presses against my panties, sending a primal ache through my core.

“Now move that little scrap of underwear so I can fuck you like you deserve, baby girl.”

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