Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,28

as he ground himself against me. When he slipped a finger into me, I cried out. His mouth quickly swallowed the sound of my desire.

We were suddenly both fumbling with each other’s clothes, and I found myself sliding my hand into his briefs and stroking his length, obviously having lost my mind.

“Just like that,” he breathed against my lips, his gaze hooded and lust-ridden.

Jackson trailed his lips down my neck while he hiked my skirt up and pulled my underwear to the side.

“Mine,” he whispered against my skin as he bit down on my shoulder. My chest was heaving as I watched the feral gleam in his eyes.

He picked me up just then, his arms under my legs and ass as he spread my legs wide. Suddenly, he was on his knees, my legs supported by his shoulders, and he licked me, dipping his tongue inside me. It was too much, yet not enough. I struggled to close my legs, the sensations coming from his ministrations bordering on that line between pain and pleasure. His strong hands prevented me from closing them.

I gripped his hair as he swirled his tongue along my clit.

“So fucking perfect,” he breathed against my sensitive skin, the sound of his voice sending me spiraling towards the cliff I was desperate to jump off.

He lapped at me like I was his favorite dessert, and then he pressed down hard, sucking with all his might and sending me shattering into a million pieces.

I convulsed against the wall, but before I could recover, he stood up, releasing his length from his briefs. One second passed before he impaled me with one quick thrust, stretching me wide as he started to hammer into me, the room echoing the sound of our hips slapping against each other and our shared moans.

His lips met mine again, and I could taste myself on him, eliciting a whimper that I should be embarrassed of… It sounded so needy.

His eyes held mine, they were dark with possession and want…for me.

He continued to slam in and out of me feverishly. My pleasure built with every stroke, and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. I closed my eyes, and a sharp “Look at me,” sounded throughout the room.

“This is so good. We’re so good. I’m never going to get enough. You’re mine. You’re mine,” he chanted, never taking his sapphire eyes off of me.

This was more than a quick fuck, I realized. This was more.

I didn’t want it to be more.

He shifted, changing the angle of penetration, and that was all it took. I split open, screaming out loud as my entire body splintered and fell in a burst of pleasure.

There was only him.

There was only us.

He continued to move against me, and spirals of light started to build in me once again. His perfect thrusts sent me shooting off into the stars, and this time, he followed me, his jaw setting, his teeth clenching down as he let out what almost resembled a roar.

I felt his heat touch my insides, and then he stilled, leaning his weight against me, his chest rising and falling rapidly…the sound of his out of control breaths reverberating in my ears.

It didn’t take long for the guilt to hit. And then the disgust quickly followed.

Especially when he pulled out and I actually felt empty, like I needed him inside of me to feel whole.

He tucked himself back into his pants and then set me down, his hand floating up to gently caress my face.

I turned my head away from him, unable to look at him, to see the disgust echoed in his gaze that I’m sure was all over mine.

With shaking hands, I grabbed a pack of wipes I kept in my backpack. Before I could use the wipe, Jackson grabbed it and gently cleaned me.

“I’d rather you not clean up. I’d rather you smelled like me all day.”

The door to the classroom opened just then, and a wide-eyed girl that was in my English literature class about fell over when she saw us. Jackson’s hand was still up my skirt.

“Sssorry,” she said as she scrambled away, the door slamming closed behind her.

“I’ve got to go to class, Jackson,” I told him, pushing his hands away as I grabbed my backpack and my crutches, stumbling all over the place as I did so.

“Everly, we need to talk—”

“We don’t need to talk. How I end up having sex with you in a restaurant bathroom, the library stacks…against the wall