But it was much easier to face the fact that her body wanted me even if she didn’t. Her body wanted me, and she was failing to overcome that want as badly as I was.
She pushed off my chest and turned in the direction she came from, but I had no intentions of letting her go. If she told me that she didn’t want this, I would let her leave, but I needed to hear her say it. I needed her to tell me to stop because all I could see in her eyes was her need for me to never cease what I was doing.
I wrapped my arm around her bicep and her gaze shot back to me. I should have asked her if this was what she wanted. I should have made it clear that I wanted her in a way that felt uncontrollable to me, but I did no such thing.
I gave her a few moments as she stared at me, and when there wasn’t a single whisper of her asking me to stop, I jerked her forward until her chest slammed into mine.
Her breath left her mouth in a rush, and I leaned down and swallowed it with my own. The first touch of our lips wasn’t tentative or gentle. I didn’t have the assurance to give her the opportunity to second-guess what we were doing.
I didn’t want her to get stuck in her head when she tasted me on her tongue. I didn’t need her to think about whether the two of us were right or wrong.
Because I knew what the answer to that would be.
I slammed my mouth against hers, and she was completely stiff beneath me. But I didn’t let her go, I moved my lips, and I could feel the tension leaving her body.
She melted under my touch as she brought up her hands and clung to my shoulders. I nipped at her bottom lip before soothing the ache with my tongue, and she whimpered in a way that I thought might kill me.
"I do hate you," she whispered against my mouth as I flipped us around and pressed her into the locker. I needed control. I needed to give her something that would make her forget anything that happened before this
moment.
"That’s fine." I ran my tongue along the length of her jaw and down the beating pulse on her neck. "You can hate me all you want, but you still want me. You want me almost as badly as I'm dying for you."
Her hips jerked forward against mine. I wrapped my hands around the backs of her thighs, and I lifted her off of her feet. She didn’t need any encouragement to wrap her legs around me. The movement opened her legs for me to fit in between them perfectly, and I wanted nothing more than to drop that damn towel and feel every inch of her against me.
I took a step back with her wrapped around me, and I dropped to the wooden bench that ran wall to wall between the sets of lockers. She held onto me tighter as she settled against me, and her hips made the tiniest movements as if she couldn’t stand another second without the friction.
I pulled her jacket down her shoulders and jerked open the buttons of her white shirt. A delicate white bra encased her breasts and reminded me of the innocence I took from her.
She was still so innocent, so pure, and I was dying to taste every damn ounce of that virtue. I was dying to tarnish every bit of her with my sins.
I wanted her corrupted and dripping with the memories of what I had done to her.
Her breasts heaved as she stared at me, and I didn’t waste another moment before I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the swell of her breast. Her body bowed into mine, and it didn’t matter that we were in the middle of the boys’ locker room.
Neither one of us cared.
I dipped my tongue beneath the thin fabric and ran it over her pebbled nipple as her hips jerked forward. The movement was enough to loosen the towel from around my waist, but I did nothing to stop it.
I let her feel how turned on I was by her. I wanted her to know what she did to me.
"Beck." My name was a whisper, and I looked up from her breasts to meet her heated gaze.
"Yes, princess?" I roughly jerked her bra down her chest, the layers of fabric on her arms pinning them to her sides, and I didn’t wait for a reply from her before I dove into her flesh.
Her skin was so flush and so perfect. Her breast fit in my hand like it was made for it.
I ran my teeth along the sensitive flesh, and she jolted into me. I groaned at the contact of her warmth against me. I could already feel how wet she was beneath her panties, and I couldn’t stop myself as I kneaded one of her breasts in one hand and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
Her skin was so sweet beneath my tongue, and my cock was so hard beneath her lap. I surged up against her as she mewled and watched what I was doing to her breasts.
She groaned as my cock slapped against her, and I laid her down on the bench beside me. She let her legs fall to either side of the bench as she stared up at me and I quickly straddled the bench to be perfectly lined up with her center.
I didn’t waste time pulling her panties out of my way. I hooked my thumb into the edge and tugged them to the side as I took in her pussy. She was glistening with her arousal, and I moved my thumb up and down her slit at a torturously slow pace.
As soon as my thumb touched her clit, she bowed up off the bench, her tits on perfect display for me, and I knew that she was as close to falling off the edge as I was.
I constantly felt that way around her. Like I was teetering on some invisible ledge where one wrong move would have me plunging into somewhere I could never recover.
She was the gravity that held me in place and the force that threatened my fall.
I bent forward and pressed my lips on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She tried to clamp her legs shut, but the bench between them hindered her movement. She was spread open for me, and there was nothing she could do about it besides telling me to stop.
Her legs quivered under my hands as I forced them apart, and I ran my tongue over every inch of her. She was so sweet, the taste of her was unlike anything I had ever had before her, and I was pissed that I had been drinking so much the first time I tasted her.
It had muddled my memory of what it had been like. I knew every bit of it was good, but this felt so much better than anything I could force up in my memories.
She was so damn wet, and I lapped up at her before flattening my tongue against her clit. She jerked forward again, but I didn’t let that stop me. I tasted her slow and hard, my tongue exploring every bit of her as she
squirmed beneath me, and it wasn’t until she wrapped her fingers in my hair and called out my name that I sucked her clit into my mouth.
I stared up at her, and I was surprised to see her watching me so intently.
Her face showed every bit of her pleasure, and she watched every move of my tongue.
I flicked my tongue against her as her fingernails dug into my hair before I slipped a finger inside her. It slid in so easily due to her wetness, and I didn’t hesitate to add another or to lean back and stare her in the eyes as I did.
She stared at me as I spit down onto that spot where my fingers went inside her, and I loved seeing the bit of shock in her eyes before I brought my mouth back down. I wasn’t sure if she was simply shocked by the act or because she liked it so much, but I knew that her pussy was milking my fingers from the inside, and she was riding my face like she had never been so turned on in her life.
I slammed my fingers inside of her and curled them back toward me as her legs shook. She was so damn close, and even though I was dying to get inside of her, I refused to move from this position before she came all over my face.