Never Sweeter (Dark Obsession #1)(62)

It wasn’t hard. His amusement was contagious.

And she had contracted a fatal dose.

“I think I have to just go with you on it.”

“You don’t have to. You could tell me to be serious.”

“I see, and what good would that do me?”

“It might help convince you to trust me.”

“I do trust you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” she said.

And in that moment, she really was.

She held his warm and sincere gaze as he leaned in for a kiss, and everything was okay.

—

“You know, we really have to have something to show for our hours supposedly spent on this project.”

She turned on his bed and looked at him, one eyebrow raised. Pen still poised over the flow chart she’d just drawn in his room, to illustrate how the various parts of their project went together. Tone as stern as she could make it.

But it made no difference. He just kept right on fondling her under her T-shirt, oblivious to her concerns. He wasn’t even looking at her. He was looking at the progress his hand was making on her bra. Then when the progress proved inadequate, he tried with two. He pushed her T-shirt all the way up and went at those little hooks, tugging and wrestling until she was swinging completely free in front. All he had to do to see her completely bare breasts was lift the material.

Though she could tell he was wary about making that his goal. Stripping her had hardly gone well the last time. And besides, there were other things for him to do. Really cool things, like sitting up a little so he could reach all the way around and inside, to where the already stiff points of her nipples were.

And then he teased.

He skimmed his fingers back and forth over those sensitive tips, pausing only to lick his fingers or gauge her reaction. Not that he really needed to: she was making her reaction pretty clear. The pen was the first casualty. It rolled out of her hand and under her desk before she could take hold of herself. Soon her notepad followed, forgotten in her rush to lean back against him.

Oh, and she was gasping.

She wasn’t sure when it had started, but she definitely was. He made two fingers extra slick and then just circled one tight little bud, and the sounds just spilled out, despite all of her efforts at staying aloof. She reminded herself how long they had left to finish work they’d barely started, but it had no effect. Everything was his hands now, and his greediness. God, his greediness. It took him all of twenty seconds to progress from circling her nipples to getting big handfuls of her breasts. The kissing he was doing all over the side of her face soon became hotter, and wetter, and went lower down. Suddenly he was biting the curve of her throat, in between the hottest words she could imagine.

“Ohhh man, I just want to lick and kiss these beautiful tits. Can I do that? Is it okay if I do that?”

“I really want to say no. But if you don’t, I think I might die of sexual deprivation.”

“I’ve been dying of sexual deprivation since we were so rudely interrupted. Honestly, your breasts have haunted my every horny dream. Swear to god I had one last night about f*cking in between them and woke up to find I’d pretty much come all over myself,” he said.

After which, she pretty much lost it.

“Ohhhhhh my god oh my god.”

“You like that huh, dirty girl? You want me to coat those beautiful tits? Or was it the idea of me in my bed all covered in my own come? Dick still hard, wanting more. Wanting me to fist it until I shoot again, while moaning your name. Because I did, you know. I jerked off with the first hot load slicking the way, everything all slippery and easy, head full of the idea of those tits bouncing as you ride me.”

“Fuuuuck, are you kidding me? Are you kidding stop Jesus I can’t take it. I can’t take it. I just need you to f*ck me now. Please f*ck me now I want to feel that big dick inside me.”

She turned on the bed as she spoke, so eager she didn’t think to check that he was with her. She just sprawled back, legs already mostly spread.

Only to find he wasn’t following.

He was just staring down at her with this blank look on his face.

“You do? Are you…are you serious or…?”

“God yeah, I’m serious. Of course I am.”

“You’re not scared?”

“No, baby. No.”

“Holy shit, okay. All right. Um.”

Again he seemed to go blank, as though he couldn’t quite process what was supposed to happen or what he was meant to do. After a second of watching him sit there, frozen, hands not reaching for anything and gaze turned inward like some robot searching for a system error, she had to jostle him.

She sat a little way back up again and put a hand on his forearm.

“Tate. We need a condom.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, I just…”

He made a gesture she knew meant I don’t have one. It was caught somewhere between a shrug and a look of despair, empty hands spread out to really illustrate the total lack of them anywhere here.

Yet still she couldn’t quite believe it.

“You don’t have any? Tate Sullivan, super stud wrestling champ, has no condoms in his dorm room? Not even one in his wallet, or in the free pack they gave out at orientation?”

“No, I have the free pack. I just can’t actually use the tiny things they put in the free pack.”