Chapter 36 #2
“I don’t mind taking credit, but I think that’s your phone,” he whispered against my lips.
“Hmmm?” Dazed, it took a second, but the faint buzz persisted against my thigh. He took a step away and leaned in to grab it.
My eyes fluttered open.
Just as he tilted the lock screen to me, he caught the message previews. Conrad’s brows knit together as he read the messages that popped up on the screen.
Kash: Hey.
Kash: I just saw Cora, are you around?
Kash: We could get a drink
With the false reality I floated in yanked from under me, I was relieved this was all it was. Just Kash.
“Should I tell him you’re busy right now?” Still inches from me, his eyes pinned mine. He dropped the phone in my hand and I let it slip limply to the floor as he pressed me against the wall once more.
The tension between us shifted from the tantalizing prospect of a public hookup to something else. Now it was closer to a match dangling over a tank of gasoline.
“Con…”
“Or do you want to tell him…” The controlled cadence betrayed the way jealousy carved streaks over his hard-set jawline. “That you’re a little preoccupied getting fucked against the wall with half the student body on the other side of it?”
He yanked my jeans and panties the rest of the way down. My breath hitched and I stepped out of them, unable to break his commanding stare.
He moved his hand back to where it had been between my legs.
“It’s not what you think.” The words fell out of my mouth alongside a shaky breath, waiting—aching—for more.
He pushed a finger inside, and I let out a moan as pleasure struck through me.
“I think he’s delusional.” His fingers stroked while he massaged my clit with the heel of his palm. “Because I fuck you every night.” Tingles moved through every muscle fiber. “I watch you come.”
Everything in my head scrambled. All I could think was how good he felt and how badly I wanted more.
I ground against him shamelessly, his erection pressing against my thigh as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
“I know exactly where you want to be,” he whispered, almost tauntingly, in my ear.
“Con…” I faintly grabbed at the waistband of his joggers.
“What do you want, Mal?” he demanded in my ear. “Say it.”
I couldn’t deny how I felt any more than I could bear another second of being teased. “Fuck,” I breathed. “Con, I want you.”
He took a step back, and my surroundings had gone so hazy I kept my eyes closed. My body knew what came next anyway. The crinkle of foil. The low groan. His warm touch on my skin.
“Yeah…” His hands spanned over each hip and he lifted me. “I know.”
On instinct, my legs wrapped around his waist at the same moment he pushed himself completely into me.
My body bucked and struggled to accommodate him as his lips slammed onto mine.
The momentary flash of pain was drowned out by overwhelming pleasure. Heat fanned down my skin. His teeth, mouth, hands, dick; everything working in concert to claim me. I kissed him back.
I rolled my hips against him as he began to thrust into me, and an incoherent string of noises and pleas fell out of my mouth, getting louder with each stroke.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, slow and smooth against my lips. The words were cut apart by pleasure-filled grunts. “Cheer for me.”
My arms wound around his neck. With each increasingly rough thrust, my hips moved in time with his and tension coiled at the base of my spine.
“Con…” I rasped, my toes curling. “Oh… yes.”
I spiraled higher and higher.
The neatly stacked boat shells a few feet away rattled against the wall as he mercilessly fucked me against it. I held on to his body for dear life and called for him again.
Completely untethered, he drove into me. Harder. Faster.
With one last stroke against my clit, he pushed me over the edge. My gaze went unfocused and the room became a blur. I bit down on my lip as the orgasm crashed over me.
His movements became more erratic until finally he grunted through clenched teeth. His muscles went taut and he came with a groan.
After a few seconds of stillness, Conrad leaned his head on mine and my heavy breaths began to subside.
I hummed softly, riding along the warm amnesia that was the afterglow.
My arms dropped limply to my sides and the sounds of the room began to filter back in.
I slipped back into my jeans and he pulled away and took care of the condom.
Then, just as I was about to tug my jeans up, he did it for me. And, with care, he buttoned them.
“Mal.” His voice dropped low and stern despite how gently he touched me now. A thumb caressed my hip, his other hand fanning along the column of my neck, and he tilted my chin up. “I’ve never shared a damn thing in my life, and I don’t intend to start now.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, not letting myself enjoy this jealous side too much. “I’ve only spoken to him to say hi in passing. That’s all.”
“Okay.” He pressed a kiss against my lips. “Your past is just that, your past, but I know you want to be with me now. Just like I know your no-dating rule, like all rules, doesn’t apply to me. So cut the shit.”
My stomach flipped.
Whether it was from the fact that he could see right through me or the dominating way he made it known, I liked it too much to care.
“Okay,” I murmured, fighting a grin.
The guy known for skirting his responsibilities and academic expectations had changed right before my eyes over the last two months. The same guy who was a notorious womanizer—no judgment, obviously—was trying so hard to be a good boyfriend.
I couldn’t pretend not to see it. And I couldn’t ignore how it made me feel cared for in a way I wasn’t used to: with no conditions attached.
I would deal with the inevitable fallout later; I wanted to enjoy the temporary bliss of being his.
“And for the record I’m not seeing anyone else, and I don’t want to,” I added, leaning into him.
“I sort of figured that out when we got back from Paris and you started spending every night in my bed.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss right at my hairline.
Both arms wrapped tight around me, my body relaxed into his. That blissful feeling of floating blanketed over me.
I let out a slow sigh, not wanting to move but knowing we should. “We should probably get back out there.”
“One more second,” he whispered. “Please.”
My heart skipped.
“Okay.” I didn’t want this to end either. So, for now, I was choosing not to think about what came next.