Against the Rules (Even The Score #4)

41. willow

CHAPTER 41

WILLOW

SMUDGED FACE PAINT

If he didn’t kiss so damn good, I could’ve held my resolution, but kissing King was nothing short of addicting. He didn’t stand still, he touched me like he’d been counting down the minutes until he could do it again.

"Stop avoiding me," he rasped, gripping my jaw.

I melted into the kiss, curving up to meet him. His tongue slipped in and I couldn’t keep back the moan.

"Stop looking away from me. Stop walking away from me. I can’t fucking take it."

With each sentence, he kissed me harder, bringing me up on the counter. His fingers snagged the right strap of my dress, pulling it down.

Cool air met my breasts. I shivered, all eyes on King, while his eyes darkened with lust.

"I was right. Your nipples are hard."

I gulped. "I didn’t —I didn’t come in here to—it’s just the reaction, being close to you?—"

King pulled me in, kissing me before he cupped my breast. Fuck, his hands were so big. His thumb rubbed along my nipple and it sent me reeling, swearing under my breath. A deep rumble of pleasure vibrated from him.

"How did you know? " I groaned.

"I know your body," he rasped and leaned down.

I thought he was going to kiss me again.

He pressed feverish kisses down my neck, my chest, and his tongue ran along the underside of my nipple.

" Fuck —"

King’s hand covered my mouth before I could say anything else.

My vagina didn’t work, maybe my body overcompensated with how sensitive my nipples were. I buckled above him, clutching his hair while he put his mouth on me, leaving me gasping for more.

I moaned under his hand while he played with my body, humming from the back of his throat, sending vibrations over my skin. Heat pooled between my legs while he sucked, leaving my panties soaked.

My fingers shook but I didn’t pull him away. I yanked him closer.

I could cum from this.

Looking for any kind of friction, I rocked against the counter and King quickened his pace. The more he touched me, the less I gave a damn about the consequences.

Voices followed down the hallway and we stiffened.

Oh my god.

There was no lock on the door.

King broke away, lips glistening, but that wasn’t the only thing I noticed. The face paint. The superhero mask that I spent time on…completely smeared.

Which meant…

Shocked, I glanced down.

I was smeared in face paint, my throat, the top of my chest, how the hell did he even—there was no way . But I was too turned on and in shambles to think it through. This was the closest I’d gotten to an orgasm with another person and King touching me was the only thing I needed.

"I can cum from this," I blurted out.

His attention snapped back to me and all the concern on his face cleared. I couldn’t believe I said that, but I couldn’t feel bad about it with that look on his face.

He picked me up and walked deeper into the staff room where stacks of chairs obscured the view. I clung to him while footsteps walked closer to the door.

Hiding was a good plan.

We could escape when they left.

But King set me down and his fingers went under my dress. My heart skipped a beat when he slipped my panties down my legs.

Not a good idea, not a good decision.

King sat down on one of the chairs and pulled me to his lap. I tried to push away from him, shaking my head. I was dripping wet —he knew that. If I sat on his lap now, I’d leave a spot on his shorts for sure.

"King, wait, I’m wet? — "

His eyes burned. "I know."

He yanked his shorts up, leaving his bare thigh.

With no hesitation, he eased me down until I straddled his thigh. Oh my god, the feeling of his muscles, shifting and moving as he adjusted me, gave me exactly what I needed. I shuddered from the sensation and King gathered me close.

The door opened.

"When are room checks due?" one of the guys asked from the other side of the room.

"Uh…Thursday."

"I thought they said Friday?"

King wrapped his hand around my mouth and his other hand went to my breast, pulling me back just enough to put my nipple back in his mouth.

Every time my body twitched, my clit rubbed against him again, creating an insane combination, drenching his thigh. It left me gasping for breath. He tightened his grip around my mouth, the only thing keeping us from getting caught, and his other hand wandered, squeezing me, groping me.

"Are you going to Piper’s blood drive thing?"

"If I don’t hit my hours."

I couldn’t help it, I started rocking against his thigh. Looking desperately for that friction, and once I found it, I couldn’t stop, doing my hardest to get off on him.

It was so stupid and so reckless, but I was so close. All responsibility for my actions was gone. I didn’t care about anything else other than King gently biting my nipple and my orgasm hovering just out of focus.

"Oh, fuck— " I gasped behind his hand.

"Did you hear that?"

"What?"

"What?"

I shook in King’s grasp, grinding hard on his thigh while the orgasm burned me from the inside out.

Tears gathered and I collapsed against him. Fucking spent, pulsing against him. It was a hard and dirty orgasm, so quick, it felt like it dragged me with it.

For a moment, I was submerged in bliss, overwhelmed, until he wrapped his arms around me, tugging me close. I brushed up against him and my breathing stopped when I felt him. Felt him, rock hard in his shorts.

Oh my god.

What just happened?

The door opened again, and Adam’s voice came through. "King?"

I froze. Like he could’ve seen us.

"There’s no one here, dude," another voice replied.

Quicker than I would’ve thought possible, King slid me off his lap, placed me on the chair, and leaned down to pick up my panties. I tried to grab them, but he shoved them in his pocket, adjusted himself, and walked away with a low greeting.

I hurried to pull up the straps of my dress, face burning. Still invisible.

"What the hell happened to your face paint?" Adam laughed.

"Tried to wash it off," King replied.

I burrowed down among the chairs, gripping them with tense knuckles. If anyone walked over, they'd see my chest covered in face paint. It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out where that came from.

"Where’s Willow?"

"Phone call. She’ll be back in a minute."

How was King so calm ? I couldn’t calm down, much less stop clutching the chairs. If Adam walked over?—

"Do you guys want pizza?" King asked. The guys immediately jumped at the chance, and the door opened and closed, everyone leaving together.

The moment I could, I ran to the nearest bathroom. I could hear Jasmine call me from the hallway, but I waved without turning back. Before I could see anybody, I needed the evidence to disappear.

I rushed to the mirror to see…

The face paint, smudged all over.

"Willow." My hands flew to my chest. "What did you do? "