Free Disengaged: A Dangerously Forbidden Love Affair by Jamie A Magee Page A

we were not alone, that I had no idea who was watching or wasn’t. I rushed my hands down his chest and fumbled with his belt. I felt the anticipation, the dare—the danger casting a euphoric haze over me. I couldn’t get close enough to this mysterious boy. I couldn’t feel enough, taste enough. The second I had his cock in my hand, when I felt him rock up into my touch and hiss with pleasure, the sensations building inside of me made me quake.
    “Take me somewhere,” I breathed against his neck.
    With a grunt, he lifted me from the table and carried me away. I had no idea where we went, but it wasn’t far and once he opened whatever door we moved through he slammed it closed.
    It was dark, but I could smell the cleaning supplies. I all but crawled up his tall frame as I waved into him. Each time I did his fingers gripped my ass all the tighter. A beat later he sat me down on a table, trusting him I laid back when he urged me to. My thighs were wrapped snuggly around his hips. Right then, sin or not, I wanted him inside me. I wanted to use this enigmatic power of seduction I had over him to give him the same high he had given me before—I wanted him to see stars.
    I rocked my hips up as his hands slid up my sides and his thumbs grazed the side of my breasts. Mad with desire I lifted up and clenched the length of his throbbing erection with my hand grinning when I heard him moan. I kept my hand to a slow determined glide until desire overrode me, and I leaned forward for a kiss of the slick head.
    Both his hands, which trembled, stopped me. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, through the light around the edge of the door I could make out the features of his face. Like always, there was a mask of anger, maybe bewilderment there. I felt the bitter, cold taste of rejection skim down my spine. Before it could take root in my emotions, he leaned down and kissed me like a lover, a kiss that only grew the heat and hunger between us.
    Slayton let me touch him; explore the silk flesh around the thick, hard as steel, length of him. As many times as I had felt this reaction from him over the last day we’d been together, I knew he had to be in serious pain. A man could only be pushed so far before the need for release drove them mad. Or so said every ex of mine.
    My hand reached down and cupped his tight balls as my other worked him, my lips broke from his and landed on his stomach just below his hard pecs. The smell of him was insane, spice, musk—man. The taste was divine and left me craving more. I wanted to feel every part of him under my lips, to fall into an erotic world I’d never known before but could feel calling my name, pulling me into its grasp.
    I grazed my teeth along the ridged muscles of his stomach, feeling the power of him tremble with want and need. His hips were rocking into my hand that was still gliding as tightly as I could as he kissed the hollow of my neck with a reverence that made my head spin. Everything about him, even the seductive side of him was full of contradiction.
    I was sure I felt him spasm, a build, as my kiss teased lower on his stomach. When I almost had him, one taste of his slick head, he laid me down again, causing me to lose my touch.
    This time, when his hands moved up my sides, they took my tank with them. The cool air of the room landed on my hot flesh which had me writhing, begging for him long before I felt his thumbs caresses the rim of my bra cup. My nipples were hard and tender, aching.
    The gentle knead he gave them both was nearly my undoing. I reached for him, wanting to feel his kiss, his body, anything. He was too far away, and I was courting rejection again until I felt his hands leave my chest and unbutton my shorts seconds before he pulled them down my legs.
    Right then I felt his lips fall over my chest as his hand slipped between my legs. I groaned his name as I felt my release daring to inhale me without warning once again.
    His fingers slid over the silk of my