Page 90 of Grimoire Girls Expulsion

"Sue me," she says, not even a little sorry.

I run my hands up her ribs and cup her tits, and her breath stutters against my lips. Her nipples go tight against my palms. When I roll them under my thumbs she rocks down against my lap once, hard, and I'm already hard enough that it aches.

"Upstairs," I mutter against her mouth, because one of us should at least say it.

"No," she says, and kisses me again.

"We should go upstairs."

"We should," she agrees, and doesn't move.

Instead she pulls my shirt up over my head and throws it somewhere behind her, towards the stove, then pushes me back flat against the cabinets with her hands on my bare chest. I get the flannel open—one button, then the rest of them all at once—and push it off her shoulders.

She's gorgeous in the red glow off the stove, all soft curves in the shadows, her nipples dark and tight, and I lean in to get my mouth on one and suck. She grabs the back of my head and holds me there, and the sound she makes goes straight to my cock.

In my head I've already got her bent over the arm of the couch in the common room with this flannel shoved up around her shoulders. Out loud I just groan, "Fuck, you taste good," against her skin, then move to the other one and suck that too, until she's squirming in my lap and pulling my hair hard enough to hurt.

I get my thumbs in the waistband of her leggings. She lifts up on her knees so I can drag them down over her ass, but she has to climb off me to kick them away, swearing when they catch on her heel, and I grin at her until she shoves my shoulder. Then she climbs back into my lap naked except for the flannel hanging off one arm, shivering in the cold air of the kitchen.

"Tell me what you want."

I don't even have to think about it.

"I want to watch you come on my cock," I tell her. "I want you to ride me on this floor until you can't see straight, and then I want to lay you out on the tile and lick you clean and make you do it again. I want the whole house to hear you and know it's me."

She huffs a breath right against my mouth. "Felix."

"Well, you asked."

"I did." Her cheeks are flushed pink all the way down her neck. "So touch me already. I've been wet since I sat down, and you were too busy sulking to notice."

But I'm not in a hurry anymore. I've wanted this the whole time I lay awake listening to her knock and not answering, and I'm not going to rush it now. I slide my hand down between us, over her stomach, between her legs, and she's soaked—so fucking wet it's all over my fingers the second I touch her, slick and hot. I groan out loud.

"Fuck, Ev. Look at you."

"Don't you dare make a joke right now."

"Wasn't going to." I run two fingers through her, slow, up to her clit and around it, and her hips jerk. "Just admiring. All this for a guy who's been moping on the kitchen floor. Greedy little thing."

Her pussy clenches on nothing when I say it. I feel it against my fingertips and grin while she glares at me, and I'm having fun for the first time since enrollment.

In my head I'm not admiring. In my head I'm on my back on this cold tile with her sitting on my face, her thighs clamped around my ears, her cunt dripping onto my tongue while she rides my mouth. In my head I'm bending her over the kitchen table, scattering Brittany's notebooks everywhere, fucking her so hard the table walks across the floor. In my head I've already had her every filthy way I can think of, and I'm nowhere near done.

My cock is trapped against my zipper, throbbing every time she moves, and I'm leaking into my boxers, which hasn't happened since I was sixteen. Out loud I keep my voice easy and my fingers slow, and I keep my eyes on her face.

I rub her clit in small tight circles, the way she likes. She grabs my shoulders, her mouth falling open, and the bond sings with her, a bright high note right next to mine. I can feel exactly where she is, how close, how much she wants it—separate from how much I want her, and every bit as loud. When I push two fingers into her and curl them, she cries out, her pussy clenching down around my fingers, and rocks down onto my hand, chasing it.

Then a flash comes in sideways.

I see black water, a lamp on a step with its flame upside down in the surface, and her lips gone blue.

My hand stops. She feels it, and her eyes come open.

"What?" She's breathing hard. "You saw something. What did you see?"

I could tell her. It's the first clear thing my sight has shown me since enrollment, and it's her, cold, in the water we're going down to tomorrow night.

"You," I tell her, and give her the grin. "Naked. Spectacular. I'd watch it again."