Nero had moved his hands up her back under her shirt. She didn’t think they could feel any better than they did when she held them. Oh, but they definitely do.
Nero returned Elle’s favor from earlier, kissing her down her chin to her neck. He licked the skin, making Elle let out a whimper from the sensitivity, giving her goose bumps.
Elle started to breathe heavily; his touch was driving her crazy. He sucked her neck into his mouth, making Elle grip his hair, pulling him into her neck. Elle released a moan as he sucked another part into his mouth. Nero moved his hands to her abdomen at the sound, causing a trail of fire on her skin.
When Nero’s hand rose higher, the spell she had been put under started wearing off. She managed to get out “Nero,” and she was certain it sounded like a moan, so she pulled his hair back.
Nero switched to the other side of her neck, licking and sucking, giving the same care to the opposite side. Elle felt herself melt once more before his hands started going higher again, making her skin burn. He was getting too close to her bra. Even being in pure ecstasy, Elle wasn’t ready for that step.
She tried again. “Nero.” She steadied her voice. “Please.” She thanked God it sounded less like a moan this time.
Elle could feel how bad he wanted to just lift his hands a little higher; consequently, she dropped her hands to his arms. “I can’t.”
As Nero rested his head in her neck, letting his breathing calm, Elle was able to slow her breath, as well. The cold air of the locker room made her shiver from the still-exposed skin of her belly. She knew he was probably continuing to debate feeling her boobs.
Elle let out a deep breath as his hands slowly traveled back down her stomach. She might have regretted it a little bit, but she knew he was taking his time to make her regret it. Well, it worked.
She did miss Nero’s face in her neck as he stood straight up. He looked in her eyes, and she wondered if she made a good decision starting something like that with a guy like Nero. She knew he was like a wolf. The man was definitely an animal, and he looked at her only as food. Yet that excited a small part of Elle, and that was what scared her the most.
Nero returned to his original position by bracing his hands on the lockers. Really, did that just not happen?
“Put your jacket back on.” Elle didn’t know what to think when he said that, but she had made up her mind that she would do as he asked if it meant he wouldn’t get in a fight because of her. Not to mention, she didn’t want to test him when he was a second away from ripping her clothes off.
Elle slid down the lockers with what little room Nero had given her, keeping her eyes on his body, making sure he wasn’t going to pounce while she felt for her jacket on the ground. She felt Nero’s gaze too intently and looked up at his eyes, watching her crouched down at his feet. A shiver went down her spine. She had a feeling he’d had that planned.
Elle touched her jacket and took it in her hands, wishing she could look away, but he held her eyes like he dared her to move them. There was no way Elle would take that dare. She slowly rose up from the ground, her own sexual desire growing between her thighs.
She swallowed as she stared into his lustful eyes. For once, she knew exactly what he was thinking, the image he was playing through his mind. She had to get her jacket back on somehow in the confined space.
Her breasts met his still-exposed chest through her thin bra and t-shirt as she pulled her jacket up her back. The moment it was on, Elle backed up as far as she could, wishing somehow she could melt into the lockers.
“Now button my shirt.” His voice still sounded rough. Elle was afraid, when this was over, he would beat the shit out of someone to blow off some steam.
Elle decided to regretfully and politely ask, “When I do, are you going to storm out of here and murder some—”
“Baby.” His gruff voice sounded through her ear as he closed what little space she had left. “You really don’t want to try me right now.”
Elle squeezed her legs together. What is he doing to me?
As she picked up her hands and went to button the lowest one she had undone, Elle decided to lean in one last time for a taste. She was going to give him a reason to be at school tomorrow. She sweetly placed a kiss on the part of his chest she was about to conceal, then she buttoned it.
Nero clearly isn’t the sweet kind of guy. Subsequently, this time, she ran her tongue up the small gap of chest about to be covered before she buttoned the final button.
Elle smiled back up at him, satisfied, but she really shouldn’t have. Oh, shit.
Nero grabbed Elle and flipped her around, shoving the front of her body into the lockers, ensuring the side of her face that wasn’t hurt was the one pressed up against them. Elle felt the whole front of Nero’s body flat against her backside. She could feel through her jeans that he was harder than a rock on her ass. His hands were on her abdomen again, but this time, they were above her thin shirt. Elle thought her legs would fall off if she squeezed them together any tighter.
Nero spoke in her ear. “I will find out who hurt you today, and I will fucking enjoy them screaming in pain. I will find out every single thing anyone and everyone has done to you, and I will enjoy watching them all scream in pain.”
Nero moved his hands up her shirt and grasped each breast, making Elle arch back into him. “Then I will enjoy watching you scream as I fuck you because, baby, I will pop that cherry very soon.” Nero must have read her mind as he gave another tight squeeze to her breasts. “I give you my word that my dick will be the first and only to slide in and out of your tight, wet pussy, and you will be the one crawling and begging for me to take it.”