For a moment, the intensity in his eyes fades, and instead of this powerful pull, it feels like an easing. Like he can’t help but lean forward and kiss me. As soon as he does, all that intensity and passion comes roaring back, and suddenly we can’t get enough of each other. It’s like flame and gunpowder colliding.
Malcolm’s lips are just as soft as they were yesterday. I wasn’t imagining it. And just like yesterday, the touch of his tongue makes me melt and feel like he’s pouring liquid heat inside my veins. He has utter confidence and control as his tongue plunges inside my mouth, the same way I image that he has confidence in everything—especially in bed.
He presses me harder into the wall, seeking out my body with his hands, and I love every second of it. God, this isn’t the way I thought any of my first days of college were going to go, but at the moment I don’t care. I just want more of this heat.
Suddenly we’re moving. Malcolm is pulling me away from the wall into a nearby door to the building. “What are we doing?”
“Finding something more private,” he growls, continuing to guide me through the door to an empty classroom. He closes the door, but doesn’t lock it.
He kisses me again, injecting pure fire into my veins. I’m shaking with adrenaline and need and I don’t know what he has planned but I know that I’m ready for it. “What if someone comes in?”
“They will,” he says. “There’s a class in here in twenty minutes.”
Shock and terror and anticipation fly through me all at once. “Then what are we doing?”
Malcolm’s hand slides down my spine. “You want this? You want me?” He presses his hips harder into me, and I can feel how hard he is. It makes me wetter, and I’m already slick with arousal.
I nod.
“Good. And when we get back to the house, I’m going to show you exactly how much you want it,” he says with no room for argument. “But I’m not going to make it back to the house, Juno. So if you don’t want to get caught by the people that are walking through the door in fifteen minutes, you’d better get on your knees and suck my cock like the good pet that you are.”
That shouldn’t turn me on. His words shouldn’t make me feel like I’m dissolving into a puddle of nothing but lust, but it does. And even before I’ve consciously made the decision, I find myself sinking to my knees while Malcolm undoes his belt. “Are you going to lock the door?”
“No,” he says with a smirk. “I’m not.”
His cock is already hard, and just as gorgeous up close as it was in the dim light of the mirror last night. Malcolm runs his hands over the shaft a couple of times, emphasizing the size and length of him. My mouth waters. This is what my mind was asking for—begging for—last night and now he’s right there.
“Time’s ticking, Juno. You’re going to make me come whether someone walks in that door or not.”
I reach for him with my hands, and he grabs my wrist. “No. You have to earn the privilege of using your hands.”
I swear that the floor falls three feet below my knees, and I’m dizzy with the sound and scent and sight of him. That hazy, dreamy cologne wraps around me, and I feel like I’m in a dream.
Leaning forward, I touch my lips to the head of his cock. His skin is hot and smooth, and it’s all that I can do to keep myself from moaning. I haven’t done this many times, and I’ve never thought that I was that good at it, but I want this.
Slowly, I run my tongue over the tip. He tastes smoky and dark and delicious. And he’s bigger than any other guy that I’ve done this for. There have only been a couple, and it was nothing like this.
Nothing.
I take him deeper, sucking his shaft. He fills my mouth up faster than I would have thought possible. I reach for him again, and he grabs my wrists and pins them to his hips. “I told you no. Now take more.”
I work his cock deeper, as far as I think that I can take it, and it’s not even close to all of him. Holy shit he’s so big. I only know what I’ve done before, and I bob up and down on his cock, as much as I can move with my wrists pinned the way that they are.
“Look at me while you suck my cock,” Malcolm says.
I lift my eyes to his, looking all the way up his body. His gaze is filled with lust, and he squeezes one of my wrists before letting go, and I know without him having to say that he’s telling me not to move it. Pulling back, he slips out of my mouth. “How many of these have you done?”
Fire heats my skin. “Not that many.”
He cups my cheek and guides my mouth back onto him, thrusting deeper. “I like that,” he says, voice low and rough. “And I’m going to teach you exactly how I like it. So you know, and are always ready for me.”
I shudder in arousal at the same time I’m asking myself what the fuck is wrong with me. “But for now,” he says. “All you have to do is suck me hard. And swallow.”
That I can do. I close my eyes, focusing on the rhythm of moving my mouth, and the small catch in his breath when I take him deeper.
I do exactly what he says and suck him as hard as I can. Over and over and over. I can already taste his cum leaking from him, deep salt and flavor. “Harder,” he says, rocking his hips. The tip of him is nearly at
