For that face…for that face I might just have to stay around SCC a while longer. I knew I’d always said I was out of here after two years, that I’d transfer, but…I didn’t know if I could go. Not without her.
“You know,” Kelsey spoke, “that’s not something a friend would do.”
My fingers lingered around her cheek, her upper jaw, and I said, “I don’t want to be friends.”
Kelsey hesitated a moment, but it didn’t take long for her to say, “Neither do I.” Before I had the chance to say anything else, she abruptly stood, grabbed my hand, and pulled me away from the table, leaving our pizza half-eaten and abandoned.
I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t need to.
She dragged me past the food places, around the corner near the apparel shop and bookstore. There were two public restrooms, one for guys and one for girls, and a third door for either sex, this one a lone toilet and sink in a locked room.
The single is the one Kelsey pushed into, dragging me in with no regard for any of the students who saw us both go into it. She released my hand once we were inside, the lights flicking on with the movement automatically, and she turned the lock. Her dark eyes practically ate me up, and she bit her lower lip.
She dropped her bag on the floor, and I did the same. “This doesn’t mean we’re together,” she stated, stepping towards me slowly, measuredly, waiting for my response.
She might not think this did, but I also wouldn’t think it meant the opposite. This was a step in the right direction, and right now I had a mighty need to feel those legs wrapped around me and her fingers tugging on my hair.
“Whatever you want,” I said, watching as she held out an arm, pushing my back against the wall. We stood in between the toilet and the sink and paper towel dispenser; thank God it was clean in here.
The hand on my chest trailed lower, stopping at the hem of my jeans. “I want you,” she whispered, pulling back her hand to take off her hoodie, revealing a t-shirt underneath. She laid her hoodie on top of the towel dispenser.
I didn’t want to waste time taking off my jacket. I just wanted her.
Before she could come back to me, I grabbed her wrist and spun her so that she was the one against the wall, my body pinning hers down, stopping her from moving. My hands tangled in her hair, forcing her head to tilt up, and our mouths met in a fierce display of bottled-up passion.
And just like that, we lost all sense of self. Just like that, we were back to the way we were, before things got messy, before things grew so complicated it was hard to see the bigger picture.
Kelsey took the breath from my lungs, heating my body up in all the right ways. The moment our mouths met, I felt myself growing hard. It didn’t take much when Kelsey was in the picture. For so long, it’d only been her. I only wanted her. No one else.
Her arms found their way around my neck, and she parted her lips against mine, immediately running her tongue over my lower lip and calling to mind exactly what else that tongue and mouth was capable of doing. A moan bubbled up from my throat, a desperate urge, a burning desire to feel her wrapped around me again coming with it.
My fingers loosened their hold on her hair, traveling down her body, stopping to cup her breasts hard before reaching her jeans. Almost frantically I worked on undoing those jeans, the button and the zipper, so I could glide my hand between her body and her underwear and touch the part of her I’d dreamed of for so long.
Kelsey turned her head, breaking our heated kiss, letting out an erratic sigh as my fingers slid between her wet folds, putting pressure on her clit. Oh yeah, she was ready for me. She’d clearly had me on her mind too, as much as she didn’t want to admit.
“We shouldn’t” was what she sought to say, but her words died in her throat the moment I slid a finger inside of her.
My gaze met hers, and I rested my other arm beside her on the wall. Giving her a smug look, I said, “Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” I knew she wouldn’t. The way her back arched when my finger first went in, I knew there was no way in hell she’d tell me to stop.
Kelsey said nothing, practically panting as my finger slowly withdrew from her, and I watched her expression glaze over when my finger began to pump faster. I’d give anything to have her naked on a bed right now, but when it came to her and I, I knew I had to take whatever I could get and not be greedy.
Hard, because when it came to this girl, all I wanted to do was be greedy.
As my finger fucked her, my palm applied pressure to her clit. I worked her how I knew she liked. Each moan that escaped her, every sound of her slickness in the air—I captured the sounds in my head, and I’d replay them over and over when she wasn’t with me.
Kelsey’s skin grew flushed, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers curling. “Oh, fuck,” she managed to say, her inner core clenching around my finger as her body rocked itself on my hand. She
