Chapter 30

On Monday, Melissa picked me up for school and asked me about my weekend. Since she hadn’t been to the community center, I told her about the progress we’d been making on community service, thanks to the donations made by the football team. She threw me a knowing smile, and then I told her about Jacob watching me the entire time.

She rolled her eyes, very annoyed at the mention of him. “That asshole is totally regretting everything. He doesn’t deserve you. Besides, you have St. Claire now.” She winked at me and smiled. “You two looked really cute last week during the game.”

I smiled. “You think?”

“Absolutely.” She nodded. “He’s crazy about you. Let’s hope Jacob McSaint doesn’t do anything stupid, or I’ll kick his ass.”

My brows rose, but I wasn’t surprised. Melissa hated Jacob.

However, her comment reminded me of something I’d told Graham. I believed there was nothing Jacob or anyone could do to make me want to back away from what I was building with Graham. I was crazy about him myself too.

I wanted to understand more about him and be around him. Being wrapped in his arms felt like recharging energy to deal with the lows of life.

We drove in silence for the rest of the way to school. Graham was sitting outside by the cars with his popular crowd. He was smiling and laughing at something Oliver was saying. I could imagine his laugh without hearing it. It was branded in my brain from our long conversations on the phone each night. My toes curled at the thought of his low and husky laugh.

As though he could sense me, he looked at Melissa’s car and our gazes locked immediately. He never removed them from me as Melissa parked the car.

I hopped off and smiled at him, heading toward him. His gaze lowered to my legs, checking my skirt. A small frown marred his face.

Even though it was mid-October, and it should be cold, it was an unusually warm day, and I didn’t want to waste the opportunity to wear a skirt before winter arrived.

I approached him. All the while, he hadn’t taken his gaze off my exposed thighs.

“Hey,” I greeted sweetly as I stood in front of him.

His gaze rose back to my face, and he smiled. “Hey, baby.” His voice was gruff. He grabbed the back of my bare thigh where the hem met the skin and pulled me toward him for a kiss. His hand glided over my leg, and I gasped when his fingers traced below my skirt.

“Hazel!” Jackson greeted me.

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled at him. “Hey, Jackson. Hello, everyone.”

A few greeted me, and others were engaged in another conversation.

Turning back to Graham, I played with his hair. I loved how long it was getting, longer on the top and shorter on the sides. I enjoyed running my hand through it, feeling the different textures, soft and thick.

I leaned over to kiss Graham again and he closed his eyes, kissing me hard. His tongue instantly tangled with mine. My knees became wobbly, but I managed to remain standing. It was a passionate kiss for an open space. The hairs on my back rose.

“See you at lunch?” I asked him, my voice coming breathless.

His grip on my thigh clenched. “Where are you going?” It was still early, a few extra minutes before classes started.

“I need to grab my books and head to the library to return a few things.”

“I’ll go with you.” Graham stood, hitching up his bag and hanging my bag on his other shoulder. Then he proceeded to lace our fingers. “See ya.” He nodded to the crowd.

“Really?” Jackson asked. “Give your girl a break, St. Claire. You are the clingiest guy I’ve ever known. You don’t want to suffocate her.”

Melissa frowned at Jackson. “Leave them alone, Jackson.”

Jackson smiled and winked at me. “I’m kidding. Have fun but not too much. This is a PG zone.”

I shook my head, amused.

Graham and I headed to my locker first. I started organizing my locker and stowing books inside. I talked to Graham about my busy Sunday, thanking him for his donations again, but he was suspiciously quiet.

When I turned to look at him over my shoulder to ask for my bag, I discovered Graham biting his lip and looking at my ass with lust. His breath was strong and loud as his tongue flickered over his lower lip.

“Hey!” I protested.

Graham hummed, keeping his eyes on my back. He had no shame at being caught ogling me.

“Graham,” I called this time.

He grunted again. His nostrils flared when I swirled around. Then he raised his gaze and pressed his lips together. His expression was dark. My pulse accelerated, blood rushing to my cheeks and neck.

“Why don’t you wear skirts more often?” he questioned, and I shook my head but saved his question for later consideration. The way he was staring at me was sinful and empowering.

“You’re not even ashamed of yourself.” I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling suddenly hot.

“Ashamed of what?” he asked. “Desiring you? Wanting my girlfriend badly? Finding her insanely attractive, especially in that skirt? No. I’m not ashamed at all.”

My mouth was dry. My pulse hammered against my ear as he swallowed. I grabbed my backpack, stuffed it in the locker, and headed to the library. Midway, I was halted by a hand gripping my biceps and pushing me aside to an empty classroom.

I stumbled and frowned when Graham slipped behind me and locked the door. Slowly, he stalked toward me.

His movements were predatory, I had to squeeze my thighs together, placating the throbbing between them.

I tried to scowl at him, though I felt my cheeks burning. “Graham, what are you doing?” My question came out more breathless than stern.

He approached me and grabbed the back of my thighs. He ran his hands up to my ass, under my skirt. I gasped, blushing even more and pressing a hand to his chest, attempting to push him back.

My heart was slamming with desire and adrenaline. I wanted him badly. The way he kept ogling at me was full of lust and I couldn’t deny I wanted him too; but we were on school grounds, and we could get caught.

This was not the time or place to start this, as tingly as I felt. I needed to head to the library and then to class. Besides, we were in an empty classroom. Anyone could walk in on us.

Graham dropped his mouth to my ear and flickered his tongue inside it before whispering, “How can I resist you when you’ve been neglecting me, baby?” His hands clenched, grabbing my backside and pressing our pelvises together. I felt his erection against my stomach.

I breathed hard. “Neglecting you?”

He nodded and sucked my throat. It was hard not to close my eyes and focus on his tongue tasting my skin.

“Is this about Sunday?” I asked. On Sunday, Graham had asked me if we could hang out at his place after community service, but I had to shoot him down because the community center was insanely busy with his donations.

I knew hanging out with Graham would end up in something similar to what was happening now. Since we didn’t see each other, the last time we were together was on Thursday after his game.

“It’s only been three days,” I commented, though I couldn’t lie—I missed him too. I missed his weight on top of me, his kisses, and his breath against my ear and throat. And his dirty and sometimes sweet words.

The hairs at the back of my neck stood up, and I pressed my thighs even tighter. I needed to halt this before it escalated, though I was tempted to give in. It was hard fighting for logic when your head was spinning and the only thing resounding in your head was the loud beats of your exhilarating heart.

Graham nodded. “Yes, three long days. And now you show up in this skirt, taunting me. I’m only human, Miller.”

His fingers dug into my butt cheeks and rimmed my panties.

“Graham, stop,” I said breathlessly but didn’t make a move to halt him. “We shouldn’t do this. Not here. Someone could come in.”

“Then we need to be fast.”

My pulse was deafening as he swirled me around and stretched me over the desk stomach-down, parting my legs with his knee and raising my skirt to expose the back of my thighs and ass. I went weak as I felt his perusal on me.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He lowered to his knees and bit each of my butt globes, leaving a small mark. I whimpered, getting very wet. It was a mix between desire and fear of being caught. Adrenaline was pumping hard in my bloodstream.

Something sweet was coiling in my stomach and tightening between my legs.

Graham’s fingers hooked under my panties and tugged them down. Then his breath was against my pussy. I didn’t have much warning before his hot tongue licked my slit.

I jumped and moaned. My face was hot from all the blood rushing to my cheeks. “Graham!” I said, clutching the table, afraid of falling.

“Hush,” he whispered. “We don’t want anyone knowing what’s going on here.”

He licked me another time and my knuckles turned white at the force of holding onto the table. I pressed my face to the hardwood, muffling my moans.

Graham climbed back to his feet, giving me a break to breathe. I heard his zipper going down and his jeans dropping, then, I felt the familiar tip of his cock against my entrance. I shifted my hips higher, wanting him badly and quickly.

He pushed in slowly with a hiss and stood immovable for a second. The sensation was too much, too delicious. I attempted to move but he stopped me by gripping my hips.

“Give me a sec,” he said through gritted teeth. “You feel incredible.”

Then, he retreated and thrust again, faster. Each time his pounding was more vigorous. His hands guided my movements by securing them on my hips.

I was so turned on that I came quickly, crying softly against the wood and closing my eyes hard. I was thankful to be stretched across the desk, otherwise I would have fallen to the floor.

Graham continued thrusting until he came inside me. And still, he never stopped. He wanted to prolong the moment as much as he could. His moves were jerky and shallow until he exhaled hard and stopped.

One of his hands came to the table, gripping hard the edge to keep his weight up. The other remained locked on my hip, squeezing it.

We were quiet for a second, catching our breath.

I relaxed my hands but kept my eyes closed as I felt his cum dripping down my thighs.

Though my head was shouting at me to dress up before someone caught us, I found it impossible to move. I was boneless.

Graham removed his cock from me and moved away. I sensed him moving around and flinched when he pressed my underwear between my thighs, cleaning me up. I was sensitive down there after the hard pounding. Then he kissed each butt globe again before sliding the skirt down. He adjusted his pants and stowed my underwear in his pocket.

He grabbed me so I could stand up and kissed my neck before smiling at my dazzled face.

“Incredible.” He cupped my cheek and caressed it. His eyes were shining with adoration.

He leaned to kiss me more, his tongue delving into my mouth.

We missed the first period and almost arrived late for the second class.