Page 119 of Their Naughty Student
This time I didn’t slow.I fucked him ruthlessly.Harder and harder until my tenuous grip on control was ready to snap.I wanted him to come.
“Edge…”
“Come for me, Cav,” I barked.“Come while I’m fucking you.”
I slammed my hips forward, back, forward, back.
Cav’s hands gripped the headboard, back muscles flexed, his hips pressing back against me.“Oh, fuck, Edge!Oh, fuck.So close.Don’t stop.”
“Never.”
“Fuck … fuck … fuck!”
“Who’s fucking you?”I bit out.
“You are.”
“Who?”
“Edge.”
“Who’s the only man who’ll ever take this ass?”
“You.”
“Who?”I yelled.
“Edge,” Cav groaned.“Fuck.I’m coming!”
As he stilled, his cock pulsing, I slammed into him, held on tight as I came, emotion swamping me.
It took a minute to get him free of the restraints, but once I did, I pulled Cav down with me, spooning behind him, holding him tight.I couldn’t let go.
Not yet.Perhaps not ever.
And that scared me as much as what I felt for Jamie.
They were going to be my undoing.
I was certain of it now.
CAV
“What brought that on?”I asked Edge as we lay in his darkened bedroom.
After that incredible fuck, we’d both showered, downed a couple of sandwiches, then returned to his bed.
“What?”Edge asked, his voice low, raspy with exhaustion.
“Earlier.”
He sighed, rolled to his back.“You pissed me off.”
I turned my head, glanced over at him, grinned.“I figured that much.But how?”
“That stunt in my office,” he said.“With Jamie.”
“You didn’t seem to object to the blow job at the time.”
