Page 95 of The Rivals' Touch

“Oh god!” I’m delirious with pleasure; my body trembles at his touch.

“He’ll fucking kill me,” Jacob says, but he doesn’t stop touching me – quite the opposite. His thumb flicks over my throbbing clit. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful!”

I swallow his shuddering breath, my fingers buried in his soft hair, my mouth sliding over his. I can’t make sense of these overwhelming emotions inside me.

Legacy, Zayd, Jacob.

I take, and take, and take.

“Shit!” he groans, thrusting his fingers inside me, hooking them just right.

I flatten my hand over his hard cock through his jeans and squeeze, causing him to grunt and tear his lips away from mine. He lets go of my wrists and grapples desperately with his belt. When his dick is out, I palm the thick length, and it twitches deliciously in my hand. Fuck, he has a sexy cock, big and veiny.

The sight of my fingers failing to meet around it is almost as drugging as the masculine sounds rumbling in his chest.

His kiss is violent. He places his hand over mine, and we work him hard and fast together. “Remi! Shit, that feels good!”

“Fuck me!” I beg him, dragging my tongue over his throat. I nip his stubbly jaw with my teeth, but he shakes his head and fists my hair.

“I can’t. Fuck! I want to, but it’s a line we can’t cross!”

“No one is going to find out!” I whisper, turning in his arms and jutting my ass out. I’m so horny that my dignity has escaped out the window, embarrassed to be associated with me. I need Jacob inside me, my pussy stretched around his thick cock; that feeling of too much. I want him to consume and destroy me, use those big hands to mark my skin with his passion.

Jacob palms my ass and kneads the flesh. “You torture me!”

I peer at him over my shoulder, secretly smug to have this effect on him. This side of myself is one I don’t recognize, and it’s both scary and exciting.

“Fuck, I can’t!” He steps back and squeezes his dick. “You have no idea how much I want to.”

“I don’t understand.” I turn around and lean back against the wall, watching him pleasure himself.

“Zayd.”

I frown. What has Zayd got to do with this? He doesn’t care.

Jacob grunts and covers his dick with his hand; his release seeps past his knuckles.

When our eyes lock, I brush my fingers through my wet folds. My clit pulsates with its own heartbeat, and the insides of my thighs are sticky with arousal. I reach for his hand and lick my tongue through the cum, sucking each finger clean.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, roaming his eyes over my face.

The bell rang a long time ago. The hallways outside are quiet, except for the security guard who walks past whistling a tune. But behind this closed door, I’m lost in Jacob’s eyes as he drops to his knees and covers my needy pussy with his mouth. He licks me like a starved man, a devoted believer at the foot of the altar.

I squeeze my eyes shut as my insides begin to tighten. I’m hurtling toward the precipice. One last flick of his skilled tongue and the rocky ledge falls away beneath my feet.

“Jacob!” I moan, my chest shaking with aftershocks.

He gets to his feet and wipes his wet lips. This is when shame comes knocking to remind me I have a boyfriend, but I’m too satiated to answer the door.

“Don’t mention this to Zayd. I need to speak to him first,” Jacob says as he zips up his jeans.

My eyelids feel droopy. “Hi Zayd, enjoying your lunch? By the way, Jacob fingered me in an empty classroom this morning.”

“Ha ha,” he drawls, doing up his top button.

“You know I still hate you.” I smile lazily, pulling up my panties.

“I count on it. Hate sex is the best sex!”

“You’re a dick!”

His smirk is back. “One you begged for not five minutes ago.”

My cheeks turn crimson, and I hurry to do up my zipper. “Fuck you!”

He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Dig that grave deeper!”

I open the door with a little too much force. “Go to hell!” Then I storm off down the hallway, ignoring his deep voice behind me.

“I’ll see you at lunch.”

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