Fear Me by B. B. Reid Page A

I moaned brokenly. “I can feel you… licking… sucking… touching me.”
    He worked his tongue on me relentlessly and soon my hips began to roll and press into him for more. When his thumb began to string my clit, I leaned back, using my arms to support my weight. The sounds of pleasure that broke through my lips filled the room, mingling with the sound of him eating me and the rocking table as I moved wildly on top of it.
    “You…have…to stop. I can’t –”
    A menacing growl came from him when I begged him to stop and spare me from he was doing to my body. His talented mouth was turning me inside out as he latched onto my clit. I wasn’t me anymore. That much was clear. There was someone else on top of that table letting him take what he wanted and enjoying it. The open-mouthed kisses he placed on my lower lips, made my body shudder and then he plunged his tongue inside me once again.
    “Right there,” I moaned.
    I didn't think about the broken nails I would find when this was over and instead embraced the madness he was creating inside me as I fought not to touch him. In the deep recesses of my mind and conscious I was mortified at how I came apart so easily. I was letting him win. But worse than that, I was letting him know I liked it.
    I’m going to enjoy stealing away what you cherish most and making you love it while I do. I heard his words in my head from the other night. He kept his word as he was known to do. I did love it.
    “So fucking hot,” he muttered. I was about to respond when I heard the telltale sounds of cars pulling up and footsteps in the hall.
    “Oh no. Keiran –”
    “Don’t say my name,” he snarled.
    “But they’re coming. You have to stop,” I moaned. “Please we’ll get caught,” I protested again while I pressed forward sending his tongue deeper inside me.
    “You know what I want. Give it to me,” he ordered.
    His hands were now massaging my ass and I looked back at the door to see a few heads through the small window, passing by. The pace of his tongue increased and I felt my walls clench around his tongue.
    “How?” I cried in frustration, the rhythm and pace of my writhing hips increasing.
    “Beg me.”
    I hesitated though my body screamed for me to do just that. Could I really beg for something I shouldn't ask for?
    “Make me come, make me –”
    The force of my orgasm overpowered my words as I came on a silent scream that rocked my body and threw common sense out the window. His mouth remained on me through my orgasm and afterward he pressed lingering kisses on my heated skin. Just as the first bell for first period rang, he lifted his head and stared at me with a dark look in eyes.
    “You taste sweeter than you pretend to be.”
     
    * * *
     
    Hours later I was rushing out of French to avoid Willow and wait for Keiran. Part of our agreement from last night was that I had eyes on me at all times, preferably his. I guess that’s why Keenan emerged out of nowhere and said, “You’re with me. Keiran’s busy.”
    “Oh, that’s okay…I can just walk myself,” I volunteered.
    “Not happening,” he replied shortly before marching away, assuming I would follow. I did.
    We ran into Sheldon on the way to class and I watched her prance up to Keenan, who wasted no time embracing her. “Hi handsome. I missed you,” she giggled. Keenan kissed her enthusiastically while grabbing a handful of her ass. Public displays of affection were the norm with these two.
    “I missed you more, beautiful. We still on for tonight?”
    “Yeah, can’t wait.” She looked up and noticed me, a grin spreading across her face. “Hi Lake, how’s it going?
    “Great, thanks.” I still wonder why she is so nice to me since she is part of Keiran’s camp.
    “Oh, I almost forgot. Happy belated birthday!” She noticed my puzzled look and stated, “I overheard Keiran telling Keenan. What did you –?”
    “Ok babe, I’m walking Lake to class for Keiran,” he quickly