“Now, my dirty little Iris can take more than one finger, can’t she?”
Already a single finger felt huge. “May-maybe.”
“Tell me to stop if it hurts,” he said soothingly, and then he started working the second finger in. Slowly, carefully, still using his other hand on my hip to urge me against his touch, against the heel of the hand still rubbing against my clit.
And then both fingers were wedged inside me.
I heard him curse to himself when they were both inside, and then he muttered something that sounded like tight, so fucking tight.
And it was tight, it was so snug. His fingers were so much bigger than mine, longer, and even better because he knew just where to press and curl and stroke. The pressure and the pleasure became the same thing, the fullness marrying with the friction. I started riding his hand even harder, needing something, chasing something.
“Keaton.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
“Keaton!”
“Let it happen,” he coaxed. “Let me make you come. Right here, fucking the hand I’ve got shoved in your innocent panties. Come around my fingers, Iris; let me feel it.”
It was his words as much as his expert touch that did me in. I came like I’d never come before, seizing and contracting and shuddering from the pleasure. Wet, sweet bliss crashed over me.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
And that was when we heard the ripple of laughter and animated conversation coming from the direction of the digital lab. Like someone was in the hallway just outside.
Or like someone had come in and now there was only a door separating us from them.
We were about to get caught.
Keaton clapped a hand over my mouth, but he didn’t stop massaging the orgasm out of me, the asshole. He just kept fingering me as I whimpered against his hand, until I was slumped against his hard body, completely spent and breathless.
And finally—finally—my brain started functioning again.
“Shit,” I said miserably against his palm. “Oh shit.”
8
Iris
Keaton eased his hand over my mouth. “Quiet, do you want to get caught?”
Meanwhile, I couldn’t catch my damn breath.
What had I just done? What was I still doing? You let Keaton Constantine fingerbang you in the darkroom. Hell, the asshole still had his hand in my panties.
“Keaton.” My voice was a whispered croak. I could not do this anymore. I had to stop.
But it feels so good.
He’s the devil.
He sees you for you. Good or bad.
He’s only out for himself.
No one has ever made you burn like this.
If we got caught, he would still carry on being Keaton Constantine. I would be disowned by my parents.
Silence came from outside.
We both relaxed as we realized no one was coming in to catch us.
His breath tickled the shell of my ear when he whispered. “Sorry. You okay?” He eased his fingers out of me. Gently, he smoothed my rumpled uniform skirt back down over my hips and thighs. “See? Right as rain.”
I turned my head to glower at him. “Right as rain?”
He gave me a sharp nod. No harm no foul? Right as rain? In the darkroom, my solace. The place I came when I needed to get back in touch with who I was as a person.
I had let Keaton Constantine finger me. Fingerbang me. In the darkroom. Oh my god, I was the worst kind of teenage cliché. Hooking up with the boy I didn’t like who didn’t like me. A boy I could get my ass kicked for kissing. And after I’d watched my older sister Isabelle date loser after loser.
Don’t be an Isabelle.
Keaton planted a kiss on my neck and my legs turned to jelly again. Damn him. I whipped around in his arms. “We have to stop this.”
His dark brows furrowed as they dropped and he crossed his arms. “What?”
I licked my lips and planted my hands on the table behind me. In the red light of the darkroom his features looked more dangerous. He was all sharp angles. It made him even sexier somehow.
“You heard me. Stop. We almost got caught just now.”
He rolled his eyes. “Would you relax, Briggs? Besides, if I’d gotten caught in here, no one would have said anything.”
I shoved at his shoulders, but the idiot was enormous and didn’t budge. “But everyone would have said something about me. Yeah sure, you do this kind of thing all the time. I’m the new girl. The headmaster’s daughter. I can’t do this. My parents will actually kill me. Not to mention, my father can think of a million ways to make both of our lives hell. I just want to have an easy year. I’m this close to freedom. Messing around with you is going to jeopardize that.”
I realized my breasts were still exposed, the tips still hard and aching. His eyes dropped to them, and I felt his dick throb against me.
He licked his full bottom lip as he looked at them, and I wanted to bite it.
Jesus Christ, I was in need of a psychological evaluation. Clearly I’d inhaled too many chemicals. That’s what I got for wanting to go analog for my college portfolio. I’d just switch to digital from now on. It would certainly keep my mind clearer.
“Does that matter to you, what Daddy says?” His eyes were still on my chest.
I rearranged my bra, wondering if there was such a thing as indignantly putting one’s tits away. “Don’t be a dick. Why can’t you see that the new girl with something to prove getting caught in a compromising position with the school’s golden boy isn’t good for me?”
He shrugged. “Relax. A, we didn’t get caught, so you can untwist your panties about that. B, no way in hell we’re stopping.”
I blinked up at him. Was he crazy? “What? What is wrong with you?” I started buttoning up my shirt. Well, the buttons that were left, at least. “Your rep is going to take a hit too.”
I couldn’t see very well, but I knew that his brow lifted. “How is this bad for me?”
“You have a girlfriend.”
His brows snapped down then and he ran a hand through his blond waves. “Actually . . .”
“No. No actually. This is madness. Neither one of us can be caught in here doing this. God, what is wrong with me?” I ducked under his arm and scooped my sweater off the floor, pulling it over my head as fast as I could.
I shoved open the darkroom. Despite the earlier noises, no one was around. Keaton’s pictures were still on the teacher’s table, along with our bags.
He sauntered out after me. His cocky grin plastered over his face. It was a grin that said, I just ate out the canary. “This wasn’t anything. You don’t have to make such a big deal out of it.”
“Okay, maybe you’re used to doing things like this. Maybe you’re used to cheating on your girlfriend. I am not. And truth be told, Clara could destroy me. I’m trying to get out of here with the minimum of fuss. Why can’t you see that?”
A muscle in his jaw ticked as his grin slid away. “I’m not particularly thrilled about this development either. But I do know that the more I try to stay away from you, the more I seem to find myself in a scenario where I want to know what you taste like, so instead of fighting it, I’m going with the flow.”