Chapter 41

FORTY-ONE

A lice is studying late tonight, and I've snuck into the library with Evan to keep an eye on her. He's also busy, though, and I'm bored. He told me off twice already, and people around us keep looking, but I don't care. Annoying him is my favorite game. He gets this look in his eyes that makes me hard as fuck.

He has his nose buried in a book, looking between that and his laptop. Running my foot up his leg, I press it against his crotch, making him jump with a yelp. Someone glares, and he winces before throwing me a dirty look and knocking my foot away.

Smirking, I sit up straight and place my hand on his leg, working it up under the table. He smacks me away, so I grab one of his books.

Sighing, he slams his book shut, making me jump, and narrows his eyes. "You, follow me," he orders as he stands, ignoring the looks he gets as he stomps away.

Grinning, I follow him, shooting Alice another look before I do. She's surrounded by people, so I happily follow my boyfriend—right into the bathroom. "Get out," he snaps at a guy at the sinks. He gives us both a look but hightails it out of here, and then Evan turns to me.

"You are acting like a needy child?—"

I head his way, and he backs up, stumbling into a stall. I follow, shutting the door behind me.

"Seriously, Alek, if you can't sit still?—"

"What?" I murmur as I trap him against the door.

His anger quickly changes.

"Is this where you sent me those pictures?"

He nods, his eyes wide.

"Show me what I missed that day."

"Alek—"

"Play with me, baby," I murmur, "and I'll let you study in peace for at least an hour."

"One hour?" he grumbles. "Insatiable."

"You made me this way. Now show me," I order.

Licking his lips, he sighs. "If I play with you, do you promise to behave?"

"For a whole hour." I grin innocently.

Grumbling, he tugs his shirt up, flashing his abs.

"I remember that picture. I stared at it every night," I tell him as my eyes drop to his hand as he slides it into his pants. "I remember the sound of you panting on the phone. I was so fucking hard, everyone knew what I was doing in that tiny bathroom, but I couldn't help it. After seeing you, hearing you, I needed to get off."

He swallows hard, and I step closer, pressing my mouth to his ear. "Pant for me, baby. Let me hear you again."

His breathing picks up, and I slide my hand down his abs and cover his over his dick. "Look how hard you are for me," I murmur, licking his ear as he leans into me. "I love it when you get mouthy. It makes me think of fucking those pouty lips."

"Alek." Hearing my name on his lips makes me snarl, and I grab his pants and shove them down so I have better access.

Turning him, I press his face against the stall wall, sliding my hand down his length as I press against his ass. "You want me to fuck you here, pretty boy, where anyone can hear? Want me to be buried in this sweet ass while I touch you? Is that what you imagined that day? "

"Alek," he groans, putting his palms on the stall as he thrusts into my hand. "Please."

"Please what?" I demand, ignoring my own hard cock.

"Fuck me," he says, meeting my eyes over his shoulder. "Please fuck me."

"Because you asked so nicely, pretty boy," I promise. Pulling my cock out, I rub it across his ass, my other hand gripping and squeezing his cheeks. His eyes close, his cock jerking in my grip.

"Open up wider, baby," I order. His legs open farther, and I lift him slightly, not bothering with a condom. I want my boy raw. I want to feel every inch of him gripping me, and he says nothing as I press against his ass and work myself in, all while stroking him.

When I'm buried fully inside him, we are both panting, our bodies locked together. "Hold on, pretty boy, this is going to be hard and fast."

"I can take it. I can take you." He pants, pushing back to urge me on.

Chuckling, I slam my hand against the wall and pull out, plunging back in. The thrust makes him hit the wall, rattling the whole stall. Each time I fill his ass, I thrust him into my waiting hand, and he cries out, begging for more.

Turning his head, I swallow his moans with my mouth, kissing him while I fuck him. He's so fucking tight around my cock, gripping me like he never wants to let go of me. I pummel into him as he pants my name, taking everything I give him and more as he leaks in my hand.

Finally, neither of us can take any more.

He yells, rolling his hips as I feel his cum spill over my hand, his ass clenching around my cock. I bury myself as deep inside him as I can as my red-hot release slams through my body.

Biting his neck, I muffle my groan against his skin as I come, spilling inside his pretty ass.

I stay there before pulling my teeth free and kissing my mark, then I slowly slide my softening dick from his ass. He whimpers, and I kiss his racing pulse. "You did so well, pretty boy."

As he slumps, I reach down and pull up his jeans. "Don't clean up," I tell him. "I'll only behave if we go out there and I know I'm still deep inside you." Turning him to me, I lick my hand clean of his release as he watches, and then I kiss him. "I'll behave now."

"And I'm the brat?" he mutters, cheeks blazing, but he's grinning.

"My brat," I reply as I open the stall. The bathroom is empty, which is a surprise, but I quickly wash my hands, and then I take his.

Grinning, I hold his hand as we walk out of the bathroom door, only to freeze. Alice is standing there with a knowing look in her eyes and books in her arms. "I just want you to know, if I end up in therapy because I had to play door bouncer so you two could hump like bunnies, you're paying for it. Now come on, I'm done if you are." She arches her eyebrow.

"Your fault." Evan elbows me and smiles at her, grabbing her books before taking her arm. "He's a terrible person, Alice. I'm weak and innocent and he's corrupting me. He wouldn't even let me study in peace."

I watch them wander away with a grin. I grab our stuff quickly, carrying Evan's bag and following after them.

He isn't wrong. I'm weak when it comes to him.