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He stops, but he doesn’t look at me. I march across the room and grab his arm, forcing him to face me. His chest rises and falls like he’s barely holding it together, fighting the same restraint I had in the parking lot.
My fingers fist the front of his hoodie as I shove him, daring him to react, but he doesn’t budge. We stand there, facing each other, our eyes locked, until a small growl comes from him, a sound I’ve been waiting for. He moves fast, backing me up against the wall once again, swallowing the air between us.
He pins me with his stare, and I break. My thigh lifts to hook around his hip, needing friction, pressure,something. He grabs it roughly and lifts it higher, pinning it to his side. My breath punches out of me as he presses in, the hardness of him clear even through those beautiful grey joggers. I look down, seeing the bulge of his cock pressing firmly against me.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my eyes widening from the size, how the hell is that humanly possible?
He grabs my chin, forcing my head up to look at him, while pulling me closer. He moves his hand, skimming my waist, his touch hot, even through my clothes. He slowly lowers it, running it across the front of my cotton shorts before cupping me withone firm hand between my legs. His fingers start to move, rubbing me through the fabric in tight, deliberate circles.
My head drops back against the wall, mouth falling open.
It’s too much and not enough at the same time. The pressure, the precision, the way he watches me fall apart.
I gasp his name, and that’s all it takes for him to double down. Two fingers press harder, dragging over the seam in a way that makes my legs shake. His other hand pins my hip, keeping me in place as I grind into him. His cock presses against me, begging to be released. I move my hand, reaching towards the band on his joggers, the need to touch him growing, but he grabs my wrist, placing it between his hand and my thigh. He speeds up his movements, manoeuvring his fingers underneath my shorts to feel the wetness of my pussy.
My other hand grips his shoulder, my nails digging into his clothes, trying to find their way to his skin.
I lift my head and look at him, to see his eyes burn into mine as they darken. The coil keeping me together snaps too fast, and I cry out as he rubs my clit perfectly. Not too much pressure, but in small movements, never letting up. He presses closer. I press my face into his hoodie, my pleasure being muffled by the fabric as I fall apart. He holds me tightly, waiting until the tremors in my thighs stop and my chest slows down.
He brushes it one last time, causing me to gasp before dropping my leg slowly, like he’s reluctant to let go.
Taking a step back, he lifts his fingers, licking them, but his eyes stay locked on mine like he owns every breath I take, before winking at me.
He turns, walking towards the door without a second glance, leaving me trembling, wrecked… and craving more.
“Bastard,” I whisper to myself once the door shuts, and again, I’m left wondering what the fuck is going on between us.
CHAPTER 17
ANT
I don’t makeit far as I go straight to my room at the end of the hall, slamming the door shut behind me, twisting the lock. My pulse sounds like a goddamn war drum in my ears, throbbing all the way down to the ache behind my joggers.
The second I’m alone, I don’t wait to get comfy. I need a release, and I need itnow. My body burns, and I yank my hoodie off before grabbing my joggers, pushing them down along with my boxers until they’re pooling around my ankles. The moment my cock is free, I groan from the pleasure, because I’m already aching. Aching forher.
I lean against the door, my fist wrapping around the base. I slowly brush the cool metal at the tip. The piercing catches against my palm, the sensation punching air from my lungs.
She did this to me, andfuck, I wish it were her hands wrapped around me.
I see her the second I close my eyes, her flushed cheeks, those parted lips, the heat burning in her gaze when I touched her through her shorts like Iownedher.
She let me, shebeggedme to touch her.
My hips rock up into my hand as I stroke, slower than I want to, dragging this out like it’s a punishment. The glint of metalrolls beneath my grip, sending sparks straight up my spine. I imagine Mandy’s tongue tracing over it. Her mouth stretched wide around me, that little moan she gave echoing in my ears, wishing I could feel the vibration of it.
Fuck.
I pump harder, thumb swiping over the piercing as I picture her on her back, legs spread wide, ruined and trembling because I made her cum, not with my fingers, but with my mouth, my cock,me.
I’d wreck her. God knows how fucking badly I want to. I want to tie her wrists to my headboard and take my time. I want to chain her to the floor and make her see what she does to me before pleasuring her. I want to watch her break, watch her beg. Make her scream myfuckingname until it’s the only thing she remembers.
She thinkssheteased me? No. She unleashed something inside of me. Something that can no longer be locked away.
I stroke faster, my hips bucking into my fist as I imagine it's her pretty, filthy mouth. The cool bite of the metal at the tip drives me over the edge, that sharp friction, that sting of need-fuckkkk.
My body jerks as I cum with a growl, hot and thick over myself and the door, my breath panting. I slow down my movements, still thrusting into my hand as my release rolls through me like a goddamn explosion.
My head drops forward, my jaw loose as the last release leaves my body. My legs nearly give out as I shove off the door, every muscle tight, every breath ragged.
