My legs tremble as I keep them wrapped around him as best I can, the pleasure making me feel weak and boneless. I wish we were at home in a bed together, with all the time in the world to explore. Like I did with Parrish.
I fling that thought as far and hard as I can, grinding my pelvis against Chasm’s. He feels so good that it’s hard to remember that we’re actually at fucking school right now, that we’re in a hedge maze where anyone could walk in and see us.
That we’re cheating on Parrish.
That we’re doing this at the whim of a serial killer.
None of that matters as much as the feel of his fingertips digging into my ass, the fullness inside of me where our bodies are pressed together, the way his breath fans my hair when he groans with each thrust. Chas licks my ear, murmurs to me in Korean, pulls me as close to him as he can get me.
I lift my head up, pressing my own mouth against the side of his neck, licking and sucking and biting him in just such a way that I know we’re both going to struggle to hide the marks. Still, I can’t stop. My hungry mouth teases and tastes him before I turn my head and find his lips waiting there to meet mine.
Our bodies grind and writhe, pressing into each other, claiming one another.
“Tell me what you need,” Chasm finally chokes out in English. I’m fairly certain he asked that same question three or four times in Korean first before remembering that I don’t speak his language just yet. “What do you need, Little—”
He stops himself from finishing that nickname with visible effort.
He’ll never be able to call me that again after this, will he?
“My … my clit,” I manage to get out, even though it’s embarrassing and admittedly a little bit weird to be telling Chasm to touch me like that. We’re supposed to be friends. Not … whatever this is becoming.
He pulls back from the column, taking the entirety of my weight into his arms and then moves us just a few steps to the grass. Chas falls to his knees before pressing me into the lawn with his body. He adjusts himself so that he’s just a tad higher than he might need to be, using each movement of his hips to slide his shaft down and into me.
The movement is just enough to stimulate me where I need it most.
“Just like that, Dakota,” Chas whispers, moving more quickly, his breath coming faster and more ragged. Little beads of sweat form on his forehead as we drive each other closer to the edge, my hands desperately clawing at the back of his blazer, as if I’m simultaneously trying to bring him close and also shove him away.
The pleasure crests and then breaks, and my entire body goes completely stiff. My fingers dig into Chasm’s back as I let go, shuddering as the intensity of the climax washes over me. It’s almost too much. I almost want it to stop. But it takes hold of me anyway and sweeps me under.
Subconsciously, I recognize Chasm groaning deeply, his body just as stiff as mine as he presses into me hard enough to drive my ass into the soft dirt. He thrusts a few final times and then collapses, barely managing to catch his weight on his elbows.
“Holy shit,” Chasm moans, dropping his head against my shoulder. I’m almost shell-shocked beneath him, staring up at the blue-blue sky with its fluffy white clouds and its almost annoyingly brilliant sunshine. Somewhere in the distance, I hear the bell ringing to indicate the end of lunch.
We’re going to be late for class.
Chasm draws back, looking down at me as if to check that I’m truly okay with this. Whatever he sees seems to freak him out a little.
“Little Sister,” he starts, and then cringes visibly. “Dakota. Are you okay?”
“I’m …” I start, sucking in a sharp breath as Chasm pulls away from me. My body feels almost instantly cold and bereft, and I hate that. I hate that I loved being with Chasm just as much as I enjoyed being with Parrish. “I’m okay.”
He turns away from me to remove the condom, tying it off and then, with a slight cringe of his own, tucks it into the pocket of his blazer.
“I’m going to hell,” he mutters again, just like he did the day we delivered the box. “Yep. All the way to the bottom of the fiery pit.” Chasm turns back toward me again, holding out a hand to help me up.
I almost don’t want to touch him. What’ll happen if I do? Will it spark all of that fire again? Or will I just drown in my own guilt.
