Page 24 of Sweet Punk
I tilt my head, taking in the way his strong shoulders have drooped and the shifting he’s doing from one foot to the other. “Of course it is.”
His swallow is visible, and he’s no longer meeting my eyes, but rather, staring off over my shoulder. He draws in a deep breath. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”
Walking side by side, we head toward Royal Bridge. I don’t think I’m crazy to sense that Kellan is anxious.Shit.I didn’t mean to suggest we dig deep into his psyche and figure out why he reacted the way he had. Of course, I’d love to know, but— I can’t think about that right now. I turn my head, studying Kellan’s profile. “So, this isn’t what I wanted to talk about, but I was curious if you wanted me to sit for you again. You know—for your project? I wasn’t sure if you finished the rest without me or what? Or when it was due. Or—”
“I thought you were the quiet, introverted one,” he mumbles, but then slyly shoots me a teasing wink. I swear, I feel the blush work its way from my toes all the way to my cheeks.
“Oh. Uh. Sometimes when I get nervous, I talk a lot. I also tend to embarrass myself by being a little blunt.” I heave out a breath, my lips twitching into a smile. “You know, kinda like right now.”
“You haven’t embarrassed yourself… yet. But why are you nervous?”
“I—” My face feels so freaking hot. “Um.”How do I even say this?“All of our interactions have been a little odd. Like, not normal.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t try to fit a couple of square pegs into round holes.”
I scrunch my face up. “That sounded a little dirty. But I think I know what you mean.”
He clears his throat and smiles. “I haven’t finished the sketches, to answer your question. We can do some more if you’re up for it after.”
After.After we talk. After— My brain zings around in anticipation of being alone with Kellan again. “Oh. Okay.”
We walk along in silence for several minutes, crossing the bridge and strolling up to our dorm. Despite the way he gently teased me minutes ago, Kellan’s jaw grows more and more tense the closer we get to our destination, and he keeps looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I’m definitely not the only one who’s nervous.
As we let ourselves into Duke Hall, we move swiftly through the foyer and up the stairs. At this point, it’s like some weird challenge. Will he offer to tell me what’s going on in his head, or will I have to be the one to ask? I wet my lips as we approach the suites, and Kellan bobs his head in the direction of his.
“We can talk in here.” He unlocks the door with a quick twist of his key and holds it open while I precede him into the room.
It’s strange to think it’s only been a few days since I was last here and Kellan was kissing the breath out of me. My toes curl in my boots, and my thighs quiver the tiniest bit in their knit stockings. I bite my lip as I spin around in time to see Kellan close the door behind us and lock us in.
My brows draw together. I’ve never seen any of them lock that door while they’re home. Not until they hit the sack.
Kellan has a strange look on his face, but as if I’m being pulled by a magnetic force, I cover the distance between us without a second thought. Standing right in front of him, I tip my head back, curious if I can discern what he’s thinking. The muscle in his jaw still twitches, and his chest rises and falls faster and faster the longer we stare at each other. His eyes are half-hooded when he whispers, “Can I trust you? Like you said?”
The question catches me by surprise, and I frown, much like I had while he was last sketching me. “What’s going on, Kellan?”
He shakes his head, hesitation clear on his face. “Answer the question. If I ask you to do something for me, can you handle it?”
He may not be certain of me, but I know in my heart I’d probably do most anything he asked. And I’ll prove it. “Of course I can.”
His voice sounds raw and gritty as he continues. “No questions asked right now. Okay?”
A ragged breath steals past my lips because he’s slowly eliminating the space between us. “Yes. Okay.”
He takes my hands in his, and before I see it coming, he’s reversed our positions and has backed me up against the door. In one strong hand, he firmly secures both of my wrists, pinning them over my head.
I blink, a rush of air escaping me.
“I need you to do exactly what I tell you to. Okay? Hands above your head at all times. Whether I’m holding you there or not. This is the only way this can work for now.”No touching. Got it.And without time to think further on it, I nod my understanding. The second I do, his mouth is on mine, and his groan is an intense rumble at the back of his throat. It has a jolt of arousal streaking all the way down my spine, unleashing a throbbing in my pussy. This is.Whoa.
He devours me with slow, steady licks and strokes. I’m burning up, even though we’ve just gotten started. The length of his body secures me to the door, and his free hand grips my hip. I squirm against him and suck his bottom lip into my mouth. He attacks right back, kissing deeper and deeper still.
There’s something about the way he has my wrists pinned, how my breasts are brushing against him that drives me out of my mind. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I moan, bucking my pelvis into the long ridge of his cock that is currently restrained by his jeans.
Nipping at my lip, breathless, Kellan glances down. “That skirt. Are those tights under it or…?”
I shake my head. “Nope.” I prefer thigh-high stockings. And this pair is cute and warm and has elastic around the thigh opening. They stay up great. And, oh shit, whatever is about to happen between us, I get the feeling that it’s going to happen with my stockings and combat bootson.
Kellan’s hand gathers the material of the plaid schoolgirl skirt I’d worn today, pulling it up and out of his way. He buries his face in my neck, licking the spot where my pulse thrums wildly at the same time his fingertips trail up my inner thigh over the stocking.
