Page 108 of Scarred

His hands slide into my waistband easily, dropping my thong and sweats to the floor. I kick out of them as his clothes come next.

Backing me up, the back of my calves hit the bench, and he smiles against my lips.

“Turn around,” he whispers.

I turn, and his body presses against mine.

#40 Blade is in bold letters above the shelf.

“It’s your locker,” I smile, feeling his breath on my ear.

“I’ve sat in this very spot for weeks trying to get you out of my head.” He kisses my neck, and my head falls back on his shoulder. “You’ve managed to seep through every barrier I thought I could control. Until I finally realized something.”

The back of his knuckles grazes the side of my breast, and I close my eyes as desire rushes through my body.

“What did you realize?” I manage with a whisper.

“That it’s useless to fight it. That…I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

He buries his face in my neck, and I sink my fingers into his hair.

“I don’t want casual anymore, little moon.”

Turning quickly, I search his eyes, looking for anything to dispute what he’s telling me. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” he smiles, “that either way I was going to let you win tonight. I want that date…I want more than one date, actually.” Reaching out, he touches a curl that has escaped my bun and rubs it between his fingers. “I guess what I’m trying to say is I want to be more than just your booty call.”

“You were never just my booty call,” I smile, shaking my head. “You’ve always been so much more.”

“Yeah, I’m realizing really quickly that you’ve been more from the start.”

Circling my arms around his neck, my heart beats against his, and something tells me I’ve finally found my home. Bending, he kisses me softly at first before our hands get desperate for a touch.

“I want you right here,” he groans, squeezing my ass and pressing himself hard into my stomach.

Turning us around, he sits in front of his locker, bringing me down so I’m straddling him.

A moan escapes as I settle down on his thighs, rubbing slowly down the length of him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, throwing his head back. His muscles strain against the movement as I slide against him again, coating him with my arousal.

Gripping my waist, he guides me harder against him until I’m on the brink of shattering before he lets off.

“Cayden,” I whimper, digging my fingers into his hair as he pulls my nipple into his mouth. His hands fondle my breasts now, squeezing and pinching my sensitive buds. My core is flooded with pleasure as I begin to rock against him. “I’m not going to last much longer,” I rasp.

“Then we'd better get the first one out of the way,” he grins against me, grabbing my ass and locking me to him as he lets me use his body to get off.

His fingers dig into my flesh as I rub myself shamelessly against him. The feel of him hard and rigid against me as I feel each vein rub against my swollen clit has me cumming hard and fast.

“Oh God,” I moan as my walls contract, and my orgasm skyrockets through my body. My thighs tremble as I use his body until every last wave is felt.

I’m panting against his chest as his lips find my ear.

“I’m clean. Do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” I whisper. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean too. I…I haven’t been with anyone in over three years,” I add softly.

“Me either,” he admits quietly. “You’re the first one since…” He swallows hard, and I place my hand over his heart to comfort him. “I haven’t felt alive until you,” he breathes.