over his shoulder, he leaned forward, angled his head…
“Oh, God!” she cried out.
As her voice echoed around the cold, debris-laden corridor, she fell against the wall. Splaying out her arms, she flattened her palms and held on as his mouth brushed against her sex. Sucked on it. Licked at it. And then he was pushing her up higher, his hands on the backs of her thighs, splitting her around his face as he lifted her up off the floor and onto his shoulders completely.
He worked at her, moving her back and forth as his tongue went into all kinds of places, slick on slick, hot on hot.
Looking down, her eyes burned at what she saw, his Mohawked head between her thighs, her legs parted over his enormous back, her socked foot flopping around, her booted foot and her sweats doing the same on the other side.
As the pleasure became too much, Jo’s lids squeezed shut.
She had no idea where she was. But she knew exactly what was being done to her and who was doing it.
Syn had more than delivered what he’d promised her.
All she knew was him, and it wasn’t that nothing else mattered to her.
Nothing else even existed.
* * *
Syn could have kept going forever. But he knew that the abandoned dorm was not as secure as he would have liked, and his phone was going off again in his inside pocket. God only knew what was wrong now.
And yet…
Dragging his tongue up Jo’s sex, he paid special attention to the top of her core, lolling around, flicking quick. He really wished she were naked, and they were in her warm apartment, and there was a forever ahead of them instead of only an hour. A quarter hour. Ten minutes…
Five minutes.
One minute.
As she called out his name again, he reluctantly released her flesh. Then he carefully, gently, eased her off his shoulders and set her feet back on the cold floor.
He took a moment to enjoy the sight of her, her red hair a glorious mess around her shoulders, her clothes all disordered, her thighs twitching and quivering. He especially loved the way her face was flushed and her eyes were glowing.
“Here,” he said softly. “Allow me to tend unto you.”
“Hmm?”
The fact that she was so undone she couldn’t speak made him feel a surge of male satisfaction throughout his entire body.
“Allow me,” he repeated as he took the loose leg of her sweatpants and slid it back on over her foot.
It was hard to cover her up, and he led with her panties, drawing the cotton slip into place. Before he went any further, he leaned in and chastely kissed where he had spent his time. Then he took the waistband of the sweatpants and went up, up, over her creamy thighs, re-clothing her.
Sitting back on his heels, he put his palms on the outsides of her knees. “Thank you.”
As she stared down at him, he deliberately ran his tongue around his lips.
The groan she let out made him smile.
“Are you okay,” she asked in a deep voice.
“I’m perfect.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie. Yes, he was in pain. Yes, there were going to be aftereffects. Yes, he grunted as he stood up. And he winced. And he cursed as he turned away from her and pulled his leathers into place.
Yeah, sure, stuffing his cock into his pants was an exercise in torture.
But he didn’t regret one stroke. One suck. One lick.
When he pivoted around again, Jo was looking worried.
“No,” he said patiently. “We had a deal.”
“We did?”
“Yup. You weren’t going to worry about me.” He took her hand. “And now we’re going to get you home.”
Together, they walked down the hall, and down the stairs, and down the way to the car. When he asked her for her keys, she protested only a little, and then he settled her in the passenger seat and closed her door. Getting behind the wheel, he drove them back out to the gates of the school. As he hit the brakes, he looked over at her.
Jo’s head was off to the side, propped against the window, her eyes closed and her breathing even. The flush he had given her was still on her cheeks and there was the lilt of a smile on her lips, the kind of thing that suggested her dreams were what he wanted them to be.
Happy. Safe. Peaceful.
Syn didn’t put the directional signal on, for fear that the ticking would rouse her. And he went easy on