Page 574 of Filthy Elites

“Ahhh—”

“Now, now. We’re at school, remember? Shhh…” I press on her clit, let go, and rub it in a circular motion, ever so slowly, while the rest of my fingers fuck her hard and fast.

Erica lets go of my arm entirely and grasps the sides of her seat, her face twisted in a mask of unbridled pleasure as she moans.

I don’t even plan to, I just lean in, and take her open lips. It occurs to me that I’ve never tasted them before. I would have remembered if I had. Then all thoughts fly out of my head and disappear into the ether. There’s nothing but her. Her softness. Her taste—vanilla and something fruity. Delicious. Addictive.

I snap.

I pull her to my seat, fighting to taste, to feel, to claim more. She straddles me, her crotch rubbing against my throbbing cock. Her mouth is sin. I can’t imagine not tasting it again.

Her hands fiddle with my shirt, pulling it out of my pants, and her cold fingers touch my bare skin, marking me much further than skin-deep.

I slide my hand back where it belongs, and finger her as she kisses me back like she needs it to breathe. Her breathing hastens, and her pussy tightens around my fingers. That’s when I stop, smirking against her lips. My balls are literally aching, and I’d give anything to tear through our layers of clothing and thrust home. There’s just one thing more important than taking her right now. “So, dinner?”

She grunts. “Why are you so set on it?”

“I don’t know, why are you so against it, baby doll?” I nip her lower lip, unable to help myself.

She’s been tamed for the time being, so I get to play with my skittish kitten to my heart’s content. Being with her is so very easy. Natural. She feels perfect on top of me, next to me.

“Well, you are calling me baby doll, for one.”

“I could stop. Call you something else. Kitten,” I say, feeling a grin tug at my lips. “Bae?"

"I will cut you."

"I can believe that." I feel a smile tug at my lip. "I got it. Girlfriend. That's what I'll call you."

"In your bloodydreams." Her accent switches to British when she's mad. She wiggles, trying to get off me, so I wrap my arms around her waist. "Let go of me."

"I like you fighting me. I don't know what it says about me. But I think you like it too, girlfriend."

"I'm not your girlfriend, Chase. I'm not even your friend."

"Just someone who likes the taste of my lips, the feel of my fingers, the girth of my cock." I sway her hips back and forth over me. Her eyes flutter closed.

Then she pushes hard against my chest. "We have to go to class.Now."

True enough. We arrived early, but a glance at the clock on my dashboard tells me we'll be late if we don't get a move on soon. I just don't seem to give a shit about English class. Not when she's finally talking to me. Opening up, if only a little. "Stop running, girlfriend."

"Urgh!" she screams. "Just stop it.I'm not dumb enough to fall for your tricks. A week ago, you wanted me out of your house, for heaven's sake!"

"Yeah, well, I was dumb a week ago."

"I have class. Let me go, Chase. Some of us don't have early admittance to Rothford and Princeton or whatever, a cushy gig at Daddy's firm lined up, and an infinite trust fund."

"Harvard," I correct. "I have early admittance to Rothford and Harvard." Rothford's not Ivy League, it's better, more exclusive, and harder to get into.

"The point stands. I can't afford to blow off school like you."

Reluctantly, I agree with that statement at least. "Fine. Kiss me and I'll let you go."

She sighs. "No."

"Just a peck. Isn't your education worth this great sacrifice?" She's fighting to stop herself from grinning, I can tell. "Or stay here and fight me. See where it leads."

We both know if she does, I'm going to free my cock, lower her tights, and fuck her brains out right here in the parking lot.

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