Page 44 of Wicked Savage Cruel
“So that makes you a…”
“Freshman. Yep.”
I raise a brow. “And you’re in this class because…?
“Oh. I have a non-schedule first period. I usually hang out in the library since I ride to school with Aaron but Mrs. Beck asked me to T.A. for her today so here I am.”
Oh. Okay.
“Anyway, so…umm… do you?”
I tilt my head to the side before her earlier question comes back to me. “Oh. No.” I shake my head. “We’re just friends.”
Her smile drops and she purses her lips together. “Oh.”
Why does she care?
I reach out and touch her forearm offering what I hope is a reassuring gesture. “It’s not like that with us. On either side. You don’t need to worry about me stringing him along or anything. He knows I’m only looking for friendship.”
She nods but doesn’t look wholly convinced. “Is it because of…” She flicks her gaze toward Roman just as the classroom door opens and I'm saved from having to answer.
“Good morning, class. Sorry for the delay. Please open your books to…”
Class goes by as usual. Kasey helps Mrs. Beck pass out this week’s assignment. A ten-page persuasive essay on a controversial current event. Should be easy enough. And then, before I know it, the bell rings, signaling the end of the period and everyone rushes from their seats to head to the door.
I take my time shoving my books in my bag when a familiar sense of awareness has goosebumps breaking out along my skin. I look up and spy Roman waiting for me near the door with a devilish smirk on his face as he looks me over from head to toe with open want.
When I get close to him he takes my hand and drags me out the door before shoving me into the first empty classroom we come across.
“Hey! What—”
His lips land on mine and a small whimper escapes me. One hand settles on my hip, the other coming up beneath my hair, dragging me closer. I tense, but when he groans against my lips I melt into him. The bell rings but neither of us come up for air.
“What are you doing to me?” I arch against him as his lips trail down my neck, teeth nipping at my collarbone.
“Whatever I want.” His fingertips slide inside my jeans and he pulls back to meet my gaze. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, as his fingers get dangerously close to my needy center.
“Roman.” My eyes dart up to look at him through my lashes. And then he’s there. Right there. His fingers dip inside me before making a hasty retreat as he swirls my clit with my own juices.
“Just making up for before.” There’s a wicked smile to his voice.
I cling to him, the muscles in his biceps flexing as he works me over with skilled fingers. “We’re supposed to be in class,” I rasp.
“Are you asking me to stop?”
I moan and my body tightens, chasing away my release. God, no. I don’t want him to stop. But when I don’t respond, he must take my silence as agreement and withdraws his hand from my jeans. A strangled sound of protest leaves my lips and he chuckles before kissing me into silence as his hands work quickly to unbutton my pants and shove them down over my thighs, leaving me exposed.
My head falls back against the classroom wall and when he shoves two fingers deep inside me, curling them to find just the right spot, I shudder in his grip. He kisses my jaw before trailing his lips down my neck, his free hand coming up to play with my breasts. He pushes down the stretchy material of my top, giving him better access to pinch my right nipple.
I gasp, my knees going weak.
He circles my clit, his movements quickening. I cry out when out of nowhere, my release slams into me. He covers my mouth with his hand, muffling my cries as his fingers milk every last drop of my orgasm from me.
“I need to fuck you,” he says, pulling me forward and bending me over the nearest desk, my bare ass in the air and on full display. I shiver, a whimper leaving me as I hear the telltale sound of his belt being unbuckled. His jeans sliding over his hips.
“Condom?” I rasp and he curses behind me.
“I’ll pull out.”
