Page 45 of The Rivals' Touch

The need to squeeze my thighs together hits me like a wrecking ball. “You make me want to vomit!”

He chuckles and brushes my long hair away from my neck as I watch Zayd inspect his plate.

“What the fuck is this?!”

“Food!”

Jacob nips my skin with his teeth.

“I can fucking see that, but it’s not what I asked for!” Zayd growls, leaning back in his seat. His gray hoody stretches across his chest and shoulders.

“Relax, man,” Jacob laughs, squeezing my tit in plain daylight for everyone to see. He must be fucking certain that he has the students here under lock and key to get away with such brazen behavior. Or maybe the others don’t care. I’m just one of many groupies who come and go.

“No, I don’t fucking think so. I asked for a burger, not rabbit food!”

Jacob lowers his hand and cups my sex beneath the table. I’m shamefully wet, but luckily, he can’t tell through my jeans. I bat his hand away, and he chuckles deeply.

“Get on your knees!” Zayd orders.

What?I freeze on Jacob’s lap, and his chuckle turns into a full-on laugh.

Zayd grinds his jaw, his hands fisted. “Now!”

The others watch the scene unfold with rapt interest as I glance uncertainly around the table.

“Zayd,” I whisper, pleading with him to calm down, but he snaps, “Get on your fucking knees!”

I slide down next to him on the floor and fight tears as he picks up a green bean and prods my lips with it.

“Suck on it!” His eyes flick briefly to my bruised cheek, but the flash of emotion in his dark depths is gone in the next second. “I gave you a fucking order!”

I wrap my lips around the green bean, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment when he slides it deeper into my mouth.

“You like your veggies?”

I bite it in half, watching his jaw harden at my defiance.

He shifts on the chair and guides me between his spread legs. “I can do anything I want to you!” he whispers cruelly, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “I could order you to suck my dick in front of the whole school, and you would do it!” He traces his fingers over my blazing cheek. “But that’s not why your skin burns with embarrassment.” His touch lingers, and he smiles knowingly. “We both know you would love every minute of it.”

My swollen clit throbs painfully. What’s wrong with me? Why do I react like this?

“You like having your power taken from you.” He says it so quietly that only I can hear. “That way, you don’t have to feel guilty for creaming your panties at the thought of my dick in your mouth!”

As if on cue, my pussy clenches.

“I’m not eating that shit,” he growls, grabbing my jaw. “You will make it up to me!”

“How?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“I have this little fantasy that you’re going to fulfill,” he whispers, fisting a handful of blonde hair at the top of my head. “Get up!”

I rise to my feet, and he scoots his chair back and grasps my arm.

“Legacy!” he barks, nudging his head toward the door.

“What are you doing?” I hiss when he drags me out of the cafeteria. Legacy’s flowery perfume permeates the air as she holds the door open for us, popping her gum.

“Shut up!”

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