Page 5 of Wreck Me
My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths and he was right; I was squirming in his lap. Arousal flooded my body. I was desperately in need of friction. It’d been too long since I had been with anyone but my pretty blue vibrator, and the hard cock below me was a feeling my body craved. My pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Tell me your name,” I breathed, my voice raspy and strained. His hand was still fisting my hair while the other gripped my hip, lightly guiding my hips to rub against him. He may have been encouraging it, but I sure as hell wasn’t stopping it. Instead, my body welcomed the touch of this stranger.
This stranger who I was full on dry humping in the back of the library.
Were there cameras?
Oh god, what if someone was watching the security system right now? They’d be getting quite a show, seeing me rub against this random guy. But maybe they’d just assume he wasn’t random, and we were just another horny couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
Or maybe no one was watching, and I was being paranoid.
His nose softly ran against my collarbone, breaking me out of my thoughts and turning my attention to his movements. “Why do you want to know so bad?”
“Why do you not want to tell me?” I breathed, my eyes closing, getting lost in the sensation. He was setting my skin on fire with the simplest of touches.
“I’ll fuck up your life, Isla. I’m not good for you. I’ll ruin everything.”
“Maybe I want you to ruin me.”
His growl vibrated against my skin. “You have no idea what you’re asking. Don’t say things you don’t mean, Starlight.”
His words struck a chord, pulling me back to the present. Yet another man, assuming the words I say aren’t my truth. I could think for myself, but for some reason, people didn’t believe I could. It was infuriating.
With nothing to lose, I scooted my body further up his lap, pressing my chest against his. “Can you feel my heart beating?” I demanded.
His chest pushed into mine as he straightened his spine, his chest flattening against mine. He grew still, tightening his grip on my hip. “Yeah.”
“It’s never beat like this. You do something to me. I don’t know what, or why, but you’re driving me wild.”
“I’ll fuck up your life,” he repeated, shaking his head. “We’re worlds apart.”
“We don’t have to be.”
The words were barely off my tongue before he crashed his lips to mine, consuming me in a kiss so intense we were breathing as one. His hands began to roam my body, taking their time exploring every exposed piece of flesh and lightly trailing across my clothes. A ravenous hunger grew within me and I deepened our kiss. The background faded away, and I got lost in the moment, happily letting myself get pulled deeper into the web he had drawn me into.
A moan escaped my body, and he sucked it into his mouth, matching it with a low rumble from within his chest. “Careful, keep making noises like that and I’ll have no choice but to make you swallow your screams.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I asked, growing bold as my fingers pulled at the hem of his shirt and dipped beneath to feel his skin. As my fingertips wisped across his stomach, I felt his abdomen tighten against my touch. He captured my mouth again, kissing me so hard I was sure my lips would bruise.
Without breaking our kiss, he stood, holding me in his arms before my back suddenly met with the firm surface of a table. The wood was cold beneath my back, a stark contrast to the heat of his body. Leaning forward, his body engulfed mine, pressing into me easily from the incline caused by the broken table legs.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured when he pulled away slightly. His lips hovered so close to mine, yet he was clearly at war with himself. “I should be restraining myself and walking away.”
“Is that what you want?” I panted into his mouth. “Because it’s not what I want.”
He groaned, pushing his erection between my thighs. Even with us both fully clothed, I could feel him everywhere. “What I want is to rip your clothes from your perfect body and worship every inch of your skin. I want you screaming, panting, and so crazy with need that every time you’re with another man, you’ll picture me. I want you to come so hard you see stars—and I want that right here in this library, right fucking now.”
I moaned through the feeling of his hips rocking into me. “So take it. Take what you want.”
What on earth was I saying? I couldn’t believe the words had just floated from my lips, but my brain was so clouded with arousal it didn’t matter. I’d let this man take me, sprawled out across a table right in the middle of the library, if he told me that’s what he wanted.
The movements of his hips stopped and he looked over both shoulders toward the shelves filled with old, wrinkled magazines. A look of hesitancy passed through his gaze when his eyes met mine again, before he reached into his back pocket. I licked my lips, transfixed on his hands while he pulled a condom from his wallet.
My heart hammered in my chest as I questioned my morals. Was I really going to let him fuck me against this table in public? My head screamedno, while my heart and my pussy beggedyes. Panic began to rise, heating my chest and cheeks.
“This is a bad idea,” he told me, standing up straight and fisting his hair. “I’m sorry, I got carried away.”
Before I could think it through, I leaned up and grabbed the fabric of his shirt with my fist, pulling him back down on top of me, and reconnecting our kiss. I was trying to convey everything I couldn’t put into words. Yes, this was a bad idea, but I didn’t care—I wanted it. Him. “Please,” I whispered against his lips.
