Page 27 of Of Pranks and Passion

Dropping his bag on the table, I sat beside him and put my feet on the desk. The bitch was gone, and I was mellow, so I figured I could relax here while he got his work done. I could probably have gotten some studying done myself, but I was too relaxed to care. Getting high really didn’t put me in the mood to read boring ass textbooks.

“You… You didn’t reply to my text message.”

Peeking one eye open, I studied him. I forgot I had messaged him. It was a ploy to get that bitch to back off, and when it didn’t work, I forgot about it completely. Gary’s blush was interesting though, and it made me curious how he had replied.

Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I checked my messages, ignoring the ones from my friends, reminding me not to ditch them two nights in a row. Gary’s reply had been quick, but I’d ignored it at the time. Kinda wish I hadn’t now.

Gary:Yes… Now?

Shovingmy phone back in my pocket, I glanced at him. “Now.”

Twisting out of my seat, I grabbed his wrist, dragging him through the stacks to the back. We had to backtrack a little, since the area we had been in the day before was occupied, but I eventually found a quiet corner and pushed Gary up against the shelves of books. His breathing stuttered and that look of eager anxiety took over his face. He wanted it, he just didn’t know how to take it.

Carding my fingers through his hair, I fisted the back, pulling enough to get him to lift his chin. He whimpered, but it didn’t look like I was hurting him. His eyes were already clouded with lust, and his gaze was locked on my mouth. I tugged again experimentally, and his eyes fluttered shut.

Oh, hell yes.

I was going to go feral on him, I knew he liked it when I did that, but I paused just millimeters from his mouth. What were the chances he was both a virgin and had never been kissed? I wasn’t a complete asshole who would ruin that shit for him. I hesitated and grimaced a little. I wasn’t really the person someone shared a first kiss with. Being his first in bed was fun, but kisses were where feelings got involved.

Gary’s eyes opened slowly, dark brown almost swallowed by the black and so damn needy. His fingers tightened where he was fisting my shirt and worry overtook his face. I was fucking this up already. Damn it.

“Easton?”

“You know this is just for fun, right? You sure you want to waste your first kiss on me?”

His brows furrowed a little, and he looked away, but didn’t pull out of my grip. Not that I’d let him, but still. If he didn’t want to do this, I’d be happy with a repeat from yesterday instead.

“I wasn’t saving it for someone special,” he murmured, embarrassed. “I just never had the opportunity. My sister made sure everyone hated me in high school. No one wanted anything to do with me.”

That was the second time he’d told me about his sister screwing with him. What the fuck was that bitch’s problem?

“You should’ve kicked her ass.”

Gary actually snorted and raised an eyebrow at me. “With what muscle? She’s always been stronger than me.”

“We’ll fix that,” I growled. And me and him were going to talk about an appropriate response to her once he told me everything. He shouldn’t be letting people walk all over him. He was better than that.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

GARY

I didn’t wantto talk about my sister, not while I was this close to getting my first kiss. I hadn’t even realized we’d skipped that part the night before. I probably should be embarrassed that I had sex before I had my first kiss, but I wasn’t about to complain. Not with the ever present ache reminding me of just how amazing it was. I wanted more. I wanted whatever Easton was willing to give me. I knew it was fake. He reminded me of that already. I just didn't care.

Lifting on my toes, I ignored the sting of his grip on my hair. I brushed my lips over his, just a whisper, since I couldn’t get any closer without his permission. He went quiet, his eyes studying me again. He did that a lot, like he was reading me like a book. I projected as loudly as I could how much I wanted it.

“Please…”

That cinched it. He really did like it when I begged. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips pressed against mine. Rough at first, but then he eased back a little, like he was trying to give me the experience he thought I wanted. Since I had nothing to compare it to, I wanted all of it. Rough, gentle, tongue, no tongue. I didn’tcare what came first, as long as I got to experience it. I loosened my grip on his shirt, sliding my arms around his neck. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft. He was so rough and tumble, I guess I wasn’t expecting such a big difference. Plucking at my lips, he kept one hand in my hair, moving me how he wanted me. The other moved to my lower back, dragging me closer until I was plastered against him.

When he teased his tongue along my bottom lip, I groaned, opening up for him. The first sweep of his tongue against mine sent pleasure spiraling through me, and I went from enjoying the ride to needy and whimpering in less than a minute. I even got brave enough to play a little, nipping at his bottom lip. A startled gasp escaped me as he shoved me hard against the bookcase, his hips grinding against mine. His hard as steel erection rubbed against mine, and despite four orgasms the day before, I felt my balls draw up tight in warning with how close I was.

Easton hitched my thigh over his hip, giving himself better leverage, and I felt my neediness soar. Oh crap, oh crap, I was going to–

I stiffened, moaning against his mouth as I flooded my boxers. Embarrassment swept through me. I was so pathetic, I came just from a make-out session. I would never live this down.

Easton’s thrusts slowed, and his lips were swollen when he finally pulled away from me. We were both breathless and gasping, and I was too embarrassed to look him in the eye. Easton huffed out a laugh, the air puffing against my still damp lips.

“I wanted to get you off before your test, but I didn’t think it’d happen in the library.”

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