Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

between them. Our warmth seeps through the thin fabric of our shorts, and
I’m dizzy at the feel of her underneath me… God.
I squeeze her jaw. “Keep talking, Collins,” I growl in a low voice over
her lips. “Tell me more. You fucking owe me.”
She pants under my body, squirming and dying for it, and I love having
her in my hands and so pliant. I roll my hips, grinding into her as I come in
for kiss after kiss.
“I love the way you laugh,” she says, quivering. “I never make you laugh,
and I hate it when I see you from a distance and someone else did. But I love
it, too.”
A smile pulls at my lips. “You think about me?”
She nods. “I wonder how these little braids happen.” She touches my hair.
“If it’s a nervous habit, you do them on purpose, or maybe a little girl you
babysit plays with your hair…” I hover so close to her mouth I can feel its
heat. “I stare at them in math class,” she whispers.
It feels like bubbles popping under my skin, thinking about her longing
for me. Wanting me. I want her fucking spread wide on my desk while
Callum Ames loiters in the hall, oblivious to what she really likes to do.
“I think about you in the mornings,” she goes on. “Right after I wake up.
I can’t wait to see you.”
I take her hands, pinning them over her head as I roll my hips and rub on
her, faster and faster. She turns her head to check her friends, and I trail
kisses over her jaw and down her neck.
“I wanted to be in that car with you,” she murmurs.
You were.
She arches her back, sucking in air through her teeth. “I want to eat you
up so badly,” she groans, “I can feel your body between my teeth.”
Lightning flashes, her hot, little mouth hanging open an inch from mine
as I thrust. Thunder cracks, covering her groan, and the sheet falls down my
back as I move, dry-fucking her and grinding my pussy into hers.
Releasing her wrists, I trail down her body, squeezing her breast as I
cover her nipple with my mouth. The little point is so hard on my tongue, and
my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck. My clit throbs—everything so
hot. So soft. God, she’s soft.
She starts to cry out, and I clamp my hand over her mouth, not breaking
stride for one second as I kiss and suck, nibble and tug. Her body is a
goddamn feast. She’s so perfect. The arches, the curves, the beautiful hair