Alpha’s Baby(29)

“No,” I sniffed, trying to get ahold of myself. “Though I think he would have eventually. He’s been trying to get me to go back to his dorm with him from the moment this all started.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Stefan. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t care what happens. I’ll go crazy if I have to spend one more second with that asshole.”

I told Stefan about all the verbal abuse I had been suffering at the hands of Jace and his frat brothers and Jace’s constant attempts at getting me to sleep with him. As he listened, Stefan’s jaw bulged out as he clenched his teeth in rage.

When I was done, Stefan placed his chin on top of my head. “Shh. It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend any longer. I should have never let those fuckers pressure me into making you go along with their plan. I made a mistake.” Stefan pulled back and hooked a finger under my chin, tilting my head for me to look up at him. “Can you forgive me?”

“Only if you take me away from here,” I said, my voice aching with need.

Stefan stared into my eyes. “Okay,” he said huskily after a moment. He grabbed me by the hand and led me down the hallway. As we walked past other students, they stared. But Stefan didn’t give a fuck, and neither did I.

He led me to a deserted hallway and to an unmarked door. Glancing around to make sure no one was about, he opened the door and led me inside. It was hot and stuffy when I stepped into the small room, the faint smell of bleach assaulting my nose. The room had a very small walkway surrounded by stacked boxes, and a mop and bucket sat in the corner. Above, the shelves were filled with all sorts of cleaning products.

Stefan gently closed the door behind him, plunging us into darkness.

I squinted at him through the dim lighting as my eyes started to adjust. There was a window at the back that brought in some light. “Stefan? Why’d you bring us here? When I said take me away, I didn’t mean to take me inside a smelly janitor’s closet—”

“Shh.” Suddenly, I felt Stefan’s body pressed up against mine. “I think you know why I brought you here.” His voice was heavy with lust.

“I thought we agreed that we weren’t going to do this until the semester was over,” I whispered. My limbs were trembling. I couldn’t tell if it was from fear or need or both.

“I lied,” Stefan said. “You know you need this as much as I do.”

Stefan ran his hands up my arm and to my neck, gently caressing it before pulling me into a hungry kiss. I melted in his arms, surrendering to the fire within. Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouth, and I reached up and wrapped my arms around Stefan’s neck.

Stefan tilted me back slightly, passionately kissing me and dominating my mouth with his tongue. He continued, moving me back inch by inch, until I bumped up against one of the boxes.

Still kissing me passionately, he hefted me up into his arms and set me atop one of the boxes. He broke away from me then, leaving me breathless, moving his hands up my thighs until he had pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my panties.

He lowered himself and began kissing his way up my thighs until he got to my soaked panties. He rose up slightly, lifting me up off the box several inches so he could slide my panties off.

I threw back my head and moaned as Stefan dove into my pussy, his mouth gobbling up my clit. He sucked and slurped my juices like a hungry man, causing my thighs to tremble around his neck. Soon, he stuck two fingers inside and slid them in and out as he sucked my clit, my eyes rolling into the back of my head from the pleasure.

Stefan continued to work me like an instrument. When he bore down on my clit with his teeth, it was all I could take, and I let out a strangled cry as I came.

He held me there in place while my body was rocked with powerful spasms, sucking in all my juices like it was the sweetest nectar on earth.

“God, that felt so good,” I breathed when it was over, my thighs weak.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Stefan growled. He climbed to his feet, my juices still on his chin. He grabbed his shirt by the bottom and pulled it over his head, revealing his washboard abs in the dim light. Tossing his shirt to the side, he undid the button of his jeans and pulled them halfway down his powerful thighs.

I gaped in awe at the big, fat cock that flopped out, hard and ready for me. I reached forward and ran my finger down his powerful chest, awed by the power of his masculinity, and then I ran my hand all the way down his happy trail to his cock. When my hand gripped his hardness, he pushed me back onto the box, making me lose my grip, and grabbed me by the waist with both hands.

He lined his hard body up with mine and entered with one powerful thrust. I gasped as he filled me up.