Page 188 of Ruthless Legacy

“I can help you with these moves. We’ll meet in the gym this evening and you can show me what you’re trying to learn.”

He leans over, kissing the back of my neck. “And after we’re hot and sweaty, I’ll fuck you into the mats.”

My stomach clenches and I squeeze my legs together. Fighting and fucking. My favorite combo. I have a test in twenty minutes. Can I fuck and duck in ten? Probably not, but I’m willing to try.

“Come with me.” I grab his hand and drag him towards the back of the building.

“What are you up to?”

“I want a proper hello.”

He gives me a knowing smirk and lets me drag him away from prying eyes and gossipy mouths. My hands go straight to his pants while he pecks at my lips.

“I thought you wanted to say hello.”

I nod. “To your cock.”

He groans as I get my hand inside his pants. I knew I wouldn’t get any push back from him. Holden would be a different story. He’d be telling me to get to class early and practice some deep breathing to help center me before my test. He’s invested in my grade, since he helped me study for it.

Pax hisses as I swipe my thumb along the slit of his dick. “I’m liking where your head is, Nem, but you’re not really wearing the proper outfit for a quick hit back here.”

True. I’m not, but I’m very motivated to get off. “Guess your big ass hands will have to do.” I change places with him so that now I’m the one leaning against the wall, and guide his hand inside my sweatpants.

He nibbles along my neck, teasing my clit. “What were you doing before you saw me?”

“Nothing. Walking to class.”

“You’re pretty slippery from walking.”

“That’s all you, Big Guy.” My eyes flutter closed as he presses one of his thick fingers inside me. “Oh, that’s good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How’s this?” He asks, adding another digit.

I clench around him in response. That’s even better. He scissors his fingers open and closed inside me, pressing against my walls. The spread of his thick fingers stretch me. Not as wide as a cock, but enough that I feel it. I jerk my hips forward, trying to ride his hand.

I inhale sharply when he brushes his thumb across my clit. All of my men are talented clit players. My hand is useless on his cock, just squeezing around it, because I’m so caught up in the tingles in my body.

“Fuck my hand,” I say, trying to even the playing field.

“I’m good. You just enjoy the ride.”

I do, griping his shoulders, one leg hitched around his hip. It’s an uphill climb to my orgasm, but the pleasure is spiking fast. He steps closer, using his knee to brace me against the wall, pushing his fingers deeper.

“That’s it baby, work my fingers to get yourself off.”

I roll my hips and thrust while he softly flicks my clit. He adds one more finger, setting me off. My release rolls through me. Traveling from my clit, freezing in my core, then rolling through the rest of my body in a gentle wave. When I open my eyes, he’s swirling his tongue around the fingers he had inside me.

He straightens my clothes, hands me my backpack, and says, “Good luck on your test.”

Right. My test. I speed walk to class. I’m still playing catch up with this grade. If I’m late, the teacher won’t let me in class. I can’t afford to miss this test.

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Pax

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