Chapter 29 #4
God, I want him to sink his teeth into my flesh. To mark me. Even if it’ll only be superficial, it’ll still mean something to me, make me his in a way that’s bone deep.
As if sensing my thoughts, Reece hesitates. “Are…are you sure?”
“Make me yours in every way, Reece,” I pant. “I want your mark. Please.”
He runs his tongue along my pulse point, and I nearly come from the action alone. I’m so wet, I can feel the slickness running down my thighs. I’m a trembling mess of anticipation.
Pressing his mouth against me, his teeth graze my delicate skin, making me hiss, and then they sink in.
So does his fingers, right into my pussy.
I don’t know where to focus my attention. On my neck that’s aching so good as he bites and sucks, or his fingers that managed to surprise me slipping past the top of my panties and fuck me from behind. I try to scream, the pain and pleasure colliding inside, but I stifle it to just a low whimper.
“You have to be quiet,” he whispers against my ear once he lifts his head. My throat throbs deliciously from his bite. “The moment someone discovers us, it’s over. The door isn’t locked.”
He kicks my legs apart.
I want him to fuck my throat, my ass, my breasts…everything. I want him to mark me everywhere so I can the bites off proudly, like a personal branding.
As his two fingers continue to stroke my insides, pumping in and out, I wiggle more. He clamps my hands harder behind my back.
“I want your cock, Reece, please. Fuck me.”
My words are like magic, pure desire, because he unzips his pants. The sound makes goosebumps skitter across my arms.
“We should stop,” he says but his hand is already pulling my panties down past my hips.
“No.”
His chuckle is dark as his hard cock presses against my opening. “We’re going to get caught.”
“I don’t care.”
He thrusts in, pushing all the way. My entire body shudders with delight. His cock throbs inside me.
“Yes,” I whine, panting. “More. Don’t hold back this time, Reece.”
“Anything for you.” He pulls all the way out before slamming back in and my pussy spasms.
Oh fuck, does it feel good.
He hits bottom, his balls slapping me, and when I wiggle my ass again to let him know I want more, his control slips. He thrusts into me again and again. Every thrust has the shelves shaking and books sliding out of their spaces.
Drilling me hard, I only whimper, unable to cry out loudly like I want to.
Books fall past my face, thudding against the ground. With all the noise, there’s no way no one is going to hear and come running. But the chance of being caught is just another aphrodisiac, heightening the excitement and pleasure.
Reece must be thinking the same thing because he picks up pace, his tempo turning frantic.
“Fuuucckkk…” he half growls.
“Don’t stop. I’m coming. I’m coming!”
Everyone about me is on fire. The orgasm has me soaring, my vision blurring with the intensity of it, and Reece loses it too, spurting hot cum into me as his cock twitches.
The second my body is under my own control again, I pull up my panties. I smooth down my dress and attempt to tame my hair. It's probably pointless. I can still feel the heat in my cheeks and the lingering rush in my veins from the sex.
When I glance at Reece, he’s tucking himself away and fixing his pants. But what nearly knocks me off my feet is him putting his fingers in his mouth—the two that were inside me—and sucking them clean.
He peeks up to see me watching him and pauses.
I hate to admit it, but knowing he loves the taste of me that make is a huge turn on.
The sound of footsteps approaching the library sends a fresh wave of panic through me. Reece hears them too.
Our eyes meet.
Shit. Someone’s coming.
The footsteps grow louder, accompanied by the low murmur of voices somewhere farther down the hall. Then Heath steps inside.
My stomach drops.
At first, he doesn’t even notice us. His attention lands on the mess scattered across the floor. Along with the books Reece had spread out when I first found him in here, now there’s a small stack beside bookcase I was pressed against while Reece fucked me from behind.
The place is a mess.
Heath’s brow furrows. “What the hell happened in here?”
Neither of us answers quickly enough. The silence seems to draw his attention away from the books and toward us.
“I was just reading, Mr. Gardener,” Reece says, voice shaky.
He takes a few steps farther into the room, his gaze sharpening as he continues to study us. I try to appear calm. Normal. Completely innocent. But when Heath’s nostrils flare, I know we’re done for.
He may not be able to smell our scents on each other with the blockers, but the scent of sex… It won’t be able to cover that up.
Eyes narrowing, his mouth opens to say something, but then he freezes, his gaze focusing on me, on my neck, and I turn to ice.
I instinctively reach up toward the spot, but I’m too late. He’s already seen it.
His eyes flick toward Reece. Then back to me.
I expect him to lash out, to erupt in typical Heath fashion, but when he finally speaks, his voice is quiet enough to make it infinitely worse.
“Is that…Is that a mark?”