How fucked up is this?
How fucking awesome is this?
“This is crazy. We’re crazy,” I breathe, riding him faster.
“Fuckin’ crazy for you.” He throws his hips up, thrusting deeper inside me. I wince, almost pained at how big, and deep he is, but his hand squeezing my butt to the point he’ll leave marks detours the pain into ultimate pleasure.
“This can’t end well. We’re gonna get caught.”
“Then we deal with it. Ain’t losin’ you ’cause of some stupid rules bullshit.” His grip slides forward, squeezing my hips and starts working me up and down on his cock. “You agreed. We’re in this now.” Up and down, hard and fast. “You’re mine. Your beautiful fucking cunt and mind are mine.” That does it for me. My inner walls threaten to choke his dick to death as my orgasm reaches a whole new level of ecstasy. My fingernails dig into his pecks, holding on for dear life as I threaten to pass out and float away. He takes no pity on me and flips me and continues to ram into me until I feel him grow in girth and explode inside me.
Once we manage to catch our breath, he lifts himself and presses a kiss to the middle of my breastbone, and I sigh in complete contentment. I’m sated, and my eyes are half closed. “I’m never gonna be able to convince myself you’re a bad idea if we keep doing stuff like that.”
He falls to my side, his head snuggling into the crook of my neck. “Then stop fighting it. Stop creating this rulebook for us to follow. Just be us.”
“I know. I’m just scared.”
His lips press to my neck. “There’re bad people out there. People who thrive to destroy. But I won’t let that happen. I’ve got you. Hulk smash anyone who gets between us.”
I can’t help but chuckle. That darn silly name from the bar. But I believe him. I roll onto my side, catching his beautiful, sated eyes. “Yeah…well, maybe once you catch your breath you can Hulk smash that pretty cock of yours into me again.”
His eyes light with a fire that instantly warms my belly. “You just call my cock pretty?” he asks, his brows up, that mischievous smile growing.
“Yep. Hoping that pretty cock finds its way into my mouth first too.” I squeal in excitement when he jumps up and throws his body over mine and straddles my chest, stroking himself as he taps the tip of his semi hard dick against my lower lip.
“Well, open up, baby. Hulk’s gonna feed ya.”
Winner.
Mason
The sound of Megan’s alarm has me groaning and tucking her warm little body into me. “Call in sick,” I mumble into her hair. Her warm breath against my chest awakens my dick, and I snuggle her closer.
“Mmmm…can’t.”
“Yeah, you can. Teachers play hooky all the time. Tell ’em you’re sick. I’ll take care of you. Tend to every single part,” I murmur, pulling away and placing my mouth around her nipple. Her hands find their way into my hair, pulling me closer. I suck on her plumpness, earning a sweet moan. “That’s it, baby,” I praise, knowing she’ll give in.
“Mason,” she warns, but her voice is weak. I bet it won’t take much to get my girl to play sick.
“It’s Doctor Mason. Need to tend to my sick patient,” I tease, dropping my hand down her stomach, dipping into her silky folds. I’m rewarded by her wet pussy, and she wastes no time rubbing against my hand. “That’s right. Just the medicine my girl needs…” I insert a finger inside her when my phone goes off. The ring is the one I set for Evelyn.
“Fuck.” I continue to pump into her slowly. The soft purrs falling from her lips fog my need to stop and answer the call. The ringing stops, then starts again. “Fuck, I gotta get that.” I thrust into her faster, trying to get her off, but then her snooze alarm buzzes again, killing the moment.
Megan giggles in my chest. “Raincheck?” she says, and with a hard sigh, I pull my finger out of her warmth. Throwing my legs off the bed, I grab for my phone.
“What’s up, Evelyn?” I start.
“Mason.”
Just the way she says my name has me on immediate alert. “What happened?” I snap, searching for my shirt. “You hurt?”
“No. But I need to talk to you. Not over the phone.”
I’m already throwing my shirt over my head and searching for my jeans. “Be there in twenty. Sit tight.” I hang up and turn to a sleepy Megan. “Everything okay?” she asks, climbing out of bed and throwing a robe over her naked body.
“Yeah. My sister. I gotta go.” I dip down and give her a rough kiss on her kiss-bruised lips. “See you in class?” I say, and I feel her smile against my lips.
“Don’t be late, or I’m gonna need to keep you after.”
Fuck, her little dirty side has me debating on delaying my sister and taking care of the growing bulge in my damn pants. I throw my arm around her, pulling her into me, a squeal sounding like heaven leaving those plump lips I crave. “You better depend on me staying after. Gonna wipe that board clean with those beautiful tits of yours while I fuck you from behind, teach.” I release her just in time to enjoy those pretty, turned-on eyes before I head out.
My thoughts are all over the damn place as I make my way to my sister’s dorm. For one, I know I need to come clean with Megan. She needs to know. Every time she confesses her worries about my age, I fight myself from coming out with the truth. If she just knew my age, it wouldn’t be an issue. But to come clean with that, I need to come clean with it all. My past. How I got here. The Elite. Her fucking psychotic aunt. But how would she take it? Would she believe me? I just know I can’t risk what I have with her.
I’m hustling through the dorms, when I throw Evie’s door open. She whips around from the window and I take in her frazzled appearance. Her hair’s a mess and if I was a gambling man, I’d bet she hasn’t slept at all. “What’s wrong?” I spit out, examining her from top to bottom for injuries, bruising, anything.
“Nothing. Well…not nothing, but I’m fine.”
“Yeah, doesn’t ease my worry. You called me frantic. There’s a reason behind it,” I say, slamming the door and scoping her room to make sure no one else is in the room.
“I found something.”
“What do you mean you found something?”
“Well…not found but heard. Early this morning, when I was walking back to my dorm.” That comment strikes a nerve with me.
“What do you mean you were walking? Why the fuck were you out early walking home?”
Guilt washes over her as she struggles to think of a lie. I know her. “Evie?”
“I was coming home from a guy’s house, but please! Mason, let it go. That’s not important right now.”
“Damn right it is. Now isn’t the time to be escapading around campus with dudes you don’t fucking know—”
“I know him!” she cuts me off.
“Who the fuck is he?”
She stalls.
“Evie—”
“None of your business. I haven’t drilled you on why you’re running around with your theology professor.” That one catches me off guard.
“How the fuck—?”
“Listen, it doesn’t matter. Just please listen. When I was walking home, I had to cut through the quad, passing the admissions building. It was still dark, but when I turned the corner, I saw two shadows. Then I heard their voices. One was Lillian.” I’m immediately on alert. “She was arguing with some man. I couldn’t get a good look at who it was. He was heavier set, that’s for sure, but it wasn’t anyone I’ve seen before.”
“Did they see you?”
“No. I stood back and tried to listen. Whatever it was they were arguing about had something to do with The Elite. I’m sure of it. They were arguing about a book. The wind was heavy and not blowing in my favor, so their voices trailed away from me, but it was definitely heated. I heard the word ‘members,’ and something about making sure no one gets ahold of some book.”
“What fucking book are they talking about?”
“I have no idea, but it’s obviously important to whatever it is they’re up to. It also proves Lillian isn’t the one heading The Elite. Mason, I think she’s just another player. This club. It’s bigger than just the Griffins. I know it, and I guarantee if we find that book, it’ll prove it.”
She’s right. We need that book. I knew Lillian wasn’t working alone. And this just proves it. But who the fuck is it? And what is this book?
“A few more heated words were said, then Lillian escaped into the building. I don’t know if she had the book with her, but if she does, I bet—”
“It’s in her office.”
Evelyn nods. “We need to get that book. This could be our escape. If we expose them, we can finally be free—all of us.”
I diverge my attention back to her. “What do you mean, all of us?”
There she goes, shutting down again. There’s something she’s not telling me. “Evelyn.” I say her name in warning. Now is not the time to keep secrets. Especially from one another. If anything, the only people we should trust is each other.