Page 49 of Wicked Ends
“You have to let me go,” I whispered.
A commotion outside the door was all the warning we had that someone was about to come in. My eyes widened. Being caught like this—in tears, in the ladies’ room, with a student—was the last thing I needed. Marcus caught my expression and pushedme back into the stall, crowding in behind me. He slammed the door shut right before the bathroom door swung open and voices filled the room.
Marcus flicked the lock and turned to me. It wasn’t a big stall. We had a few feet to move, and there was no escaping his hands; he put them on my hips.
I bit my lip and strained my ears, terrified of being caught.
Marcus leaned in and spoke in my ear, his lips sending shivers cascading through me.
“You’re not going anywhere, Ari, I’m not going to let you.” Then he sucked my earlobe into his mouth and gently bit down.
Fuck, it felt so good, a gasp escaped me. It was covered by a burst of female laughter as the friends talked at the mirror.
His tongue worked up the outer edge of my ear, then dipped inside. I grabbed his waist to steady myself. My whole body hummed in pleasure.
His huge hands untucked my top from my skirt, and slid under the hem and I arched my back. He glided them up my belly and over my ribs and cupped my breasts through my bra.
His mouth was fastened on my neck, kissing and sucking, biting and sending me insane. It was official: Meeting this man was my undoing. I’d lost my mind.
And right now, at this very second, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
He pinched my nipples, and I gasped again, prompting him to clamp his hand over my mouth.
“Shh, birthday girl, unless you want them to know what we’re doing in here,” he said.
His hand stayed over my mouth as his other left my chest and traveled down to my knee. With a quick tug, he pulled the hem of my skirt up and bunched the material around my waist.
I protested faintly against his hand, but the sound was muffled. He pressed his forehead to mine, shushing me nearly soundlessly. His fingers delved under my panties and found me, hot and slick.
“Oh, beautiful, is all of this for me? You shouldn’t have.” His deep whisper was full of arrogance and knowing. Full of that fucking confidence he wore so effortlessly.
His fingers circled my clit. His touch was ruthless, building pleasure in my core with ease. I clung to his shoulders as he gagged me with his hand, the other flicking my clit in a way that threatened to make me lose all control. The women outside were still talking, the sounds of compacts clicking shut and hair being sprayed reminding me that we weren’t alone. We were far from alone, and if he didn’t stop right now, I was going to come hard, the flimsy stall door my only shield.
I tapped his arm to warn him, my eyes wide and pleading, but he only smirked and worked his fingers faster. My eyes rolled back, and my pussy clenched hard around his nimble fingers. Waves of pleasure washed over me, my body contracting and releasing. All the while, Marcus worked me through it, drawing out every single pulse and twitch, making the orgasm last and last until my knees weakened.
There was a slam. The door closing. We were alone. I opened my eyes to see him. His hand fell away from my mouth, and I drewin a ragged breath. He brought the hand that had made me come so effortlessly to his mouth and sank a finger inside, tasting me.
My breath felt short when he put the same hand to my lips and placed two fingers inside. I could taste myself on him.
“Don’t lie to me again, Ari. Or we’ll be right back here. You want me. Stop denying it.”
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, but was stopped short before I could speak.
“Anna?” Sally called. She’d come back to the bathroom to look for me.
I panicked. “She’s going to know. You have to have a reason why you’re in here. You’re fixing something—I was just helping you! I have to think of an excuse.” I cast about for some reason in the muddle of my mind. He’d melted something in my brain, and I couldn’t scrape myself together.
Marcus shook his head. “No, you don’t. Stop explaining yourself to people who don’t deserve it. Stop explaining yourself, period.” The door banged outside, Sally moving on in her search for me.
Marcus pinched my chin, keeping me in place. He hovered his hot mouth tight against my ear.
“Look what I discovered in the lost and found?” he said, and then the cell he’d bought me was sliding into my hand. “I did you the favor of unblocking me. You’re welcome.”
“I guess I can do the same tomorrow and then the next day if I have to,” I muttered.
“You could, or you can save your energy and mine for more exciting things. I’ll just return it to you, and I’ll start to do in itclass, in front of everyone, if you make me. Now, if I let you go out there right now and say your goodbyes to your friends, then you better get your ass outside in ten minutes, ready to leave. Got it?”
I swallowed my retort and nodded. There was no way I could let this spiral any further. I had to get a grip on it, but arguing with Marcus about it now wasn’t going to work.
