Her breathing was slower now, measured, like she was trying to stay in control. I smirked, the corner of my mouth lifting as my fingers reached out, brushing lightly against hers.
“You’ve got a game.” Her words were barely above a whisper.
“And you’ve got my head somewhere it shouldn’t be,” I replied, the truth slipping out before I could stop it.
For a moment, we just stood there, the noise of the outside world forgotten, both of us knowing exactly what we were risking.
But in that moment, I didn’t care.
Natalia’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling under my touch, but she didn’t pull away. “We shouldn’t have done it,” She murmured, her voice barely audible. “Last night was a mistake.”
I ran my tongue over my teeth, letting the insult roll off me. My hand trailed from her fingers to the inside of her wrist, feeling the steady thrum of her pulse.
“A mistake?” I echoed, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Funny how you didn’t seem to think so when you were wrapped around me.”
She swallowed hard, the rise and fall of her chest growing heavier. Her eyes flickered down to where my hand rested against her skin, the warmth of her body urging something primal hidden inside me.
“Trevor,” She whispered, almost begging me to stay away. But I couldn’t.
I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating off her. “Tell me to stop.”
Her gaze snapped to mine, and for a moment, I thought she might. I thought she’d push me away and break this twisted thing between us. But instead, she stayed silent, the unspoken desire between us buzzing.
A growl formed deep in my chest. “You can’t, can you?”
“That doesn’t mean we should…” She admitted finally, her voice breaking slightly, a confession neither of us could ignore
I tilted my head, my thumb brushing against the soft skin of her jawline. “Shouldn’t. But we will,” I murmured, the promise hanging heavy between us.
Her eyes fluttered closed as I leaned in, my lips hovering just above hers.Teasing. Taunting. My free hand slid around her waist, pulling her into me.
I gave her one last chance to pull away.
But when her hands found their way to my chest, clutching the fabric of my shirt as if it were the only thing grounding her…
I captured her bottom lip between mine, the kiss starting slow but quickly spiraling into something more desperate, more consuming. She met my hunger with her own, her hand finding its way to the back of my neck, pressing herself into me.
When my hands dropped to her ass to pull up her skirt, hers dropped to my trousers to undo them.
“Fuck,” I groaned when she slipped her hand beneath and palmed my hard length over my boxers. “I thought we were a mistake?”
“I need you so bad,” She whimpered as I slid my hand under her thong, feeling how wet she was.
“I need you more, baby.” The words sounded foreign coming from me. Not only did I never use dirty talk, I never showed affection –ever.
Lowering my head to her neck, kissing and biting, I had a plan to keep going lower, but she stopped me.
“I need you right now,” She breathed out. “Like this.”
“Right now,amai?”
“Right now.”
Before I knew it, my dick was out of my pants and gliding between her slick folds, as I held her up against the lockers –the way I’d wanted to since that first night I saw her wear this cheerleading outfit. Then, I was pushing inside her,slow, as deep as I could go.
“Oh, my God. Yes.” She moaned, her nails clawing at my back, when I started grinding into her.
“How’s it feel, baby?”