Chapter 2 Licked Clean

~Nicole~

"Thank goodness," I muttered as I pulled back.

His face shifted then slowly into a smirk.

And without thinking...

I grabbed the Coca-Cola can behind me and splashed it right at his face.

The spray. The oh shit.

Why did I do that?

Well, to get rid of that stupid smirk of his.

But also...

Fuck.

Why did I do that?

"I..shit...I'm sorry," I said, but even I knew it sounded weak.

He ran a hand through his wet hair, chest rising with sharp breaths.

The soda soaked through his shirt, making it cling to his abs, his chest, his inked skin.

And he looked pissed.

But also?

Turned on.

"I see what this is," he muttered. "You've got a little thing for pissing me off, don't you?"

He stepped forward. I stepped back.

"I don't.."

"Shut it," he growled, backing me into the desk. "First wine. Now Coke. What's next? Cum?"

My breath caught.

"W-What?"

"You're practically begging for it," he said, eyes burning. "And you don't even know it."

He grabbed my hips. Firm.. Like he owned the damn space between my thighs.

God.

No tights.

His thumb brushed bare skin.

"You know what happens to bad girls who soak me in soda?" he smirked, fingers gripping my hips. "They get licked clean."

He yanked my wrist and placed my hand right on his chest. Wet. Hot. Hard.

"Start here."

"Landon..."

"You can use your tongue... or I can show you how it's really done," he whispered, eyes watching me carefully, daring me.

He smirked. "And I'll start between your fucking legs."

I gasped, thighs clenching.

Why was that so hot?

Why did I want to say please?

"Take your shirt off," he ordered. "Use it to wipe me clean."

My eyes widened. "You're not serious."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

He reached for the hem of my top and tugged it halfway up.

I slapped his hand. He caught mine instantly.

"You really wanna play rough?" he asked, voice like gravel. "Because I'll pin you to this desk and make you scream through every goddamn drop of Coke."

"Landon.."

"I'll taste you," he growled, "with your legs wide, panties soaked, and that little attitude of yours gone."

My brain short-circuited.

"I don't even know you," I breathed.

He leaned in, lips brushing my jaw. "Your mouth says that," he whispered, "but this?" His fingers brushed my thigh. "Your pussy doesn't."

Oh.

Fuck.

He wasn't wrong. My body was already betraying me, soaked and aching for more. But I couldn't admit that out loud..

I felt it. The way my panties clung like they wanted to be noticed.

"I hate you," I whispered.

He grinned. "You're dripping for the guy you hate. How tragic."

His hand slid around my thigh, fingers teasing up my inner leg.

"Let me show you how sorry you are," he said.

"W-what are you doing..."

"Making you feel it."

Two fingers pressed against my panties-right there.

I moaned. I didn't mean to. It slipped out.

"Damn," he said low. "You're soaked."

"Don't..."

"Why not?" he whispered. "One finger won't hurt.."

God help me, I didn't want him to stop. I hated how much I wanted this, even as my mouth said no.

He pushed harder.

My knees buckled.

"Or maybe you want two," he added, voice hot against my neck. "Maybe you want my mouth down there, tongue deep, until you're crying and begging."

"Stop.."

I hated how good it felt. How my body leaned in even when my mouth said no. Damn him for knowing it.

"Say it like you mean it," he said.

"Damn it. I'll wipe it off," I muttered and stepped back.

His gaze dropped to my hands as I reached for the hem of my shirt.

"Careful," he warned, lips twitching. "You keep teasing like that, and I'll think you actually want me."

I paused. Looked him dead in the eye.

"Maybe I do."

His smirk faltered, just slightly.

I tugged my shirt halfway up, just enough to expose my stomach.

"But you're not worth the full show," I turned, grabbed a stack of napkins from the desk behind me, shoved them into his chest-hard.

"Clean yourself," I snapped. "Before I really change my mind."

His smirk faded. Slightly.

"Still dripping, new girl?"

My cheeks burned.

My thighs clenched.

Bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

I turned to leave-then glanced down.

His cock was still hard.

Huge. Thick. Straining behind his jeans like it wanted to rip through.

All because of me.

Fuck.

My thighs clenched on instinct. My pussy pulsed like it remembered his touch.

I hated him.

But I wanted to drop to my knees and see if it tasted as good as he looked.

"I hope I never have to see your face again," I threw over my shoulder.

Liar.

I turned the hallway corner, grumbling under my breath.

"Cocky, arrogant, nipple-brained jerk..."

Was I really falling for him some second ago?

I wasn't watching where I was going.

And just like that..I slammed into someone.

Hard.

My body bounced back, but strong hands caught my waist before I could fall.

Shit.

My breath caught.

Slowly, I looked up.

Blue hoodie. Sharp jaw. Clean-cut, boy-band face I knew way too well.

His grip on me tightened slightly.

I blinked.

What the-

My lips parted, but no words came out.

He didn't say a word either.

Oh god.

Caspian Joe

Not him.

Of all freaking people.

My breath hitched.

Why did he have to see me like this?

"Nicole?" he said, brows lifting just slightly.

He knew my name.

He knew my freaking name.

My heart did a full gymnastics routine in my chest.

"Uh...yeah. Hi," I choked out. Great. Brilliant first impression.

His hands dropped slowly, like he hadn't meant to hold me that long.

"You okay?"

I nodded. "Yep. Totally. Just..uh...fighting gravity and bad life choices."

His mouth tugged into a soft grin. "You looked like you were on a mission."

"More like escaping one."

He chuckled.

Why did he have to be that hot and that nice?

Why did he have to look at me like that-like he was trying to remember where he'd seen me before?

My shirt was wrinkled. My hair was a mess. My lips probably still tasted like regret and Coca-Cola.

Kill me.

Now.

He tilted his head. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yep. Peachy," I said, stepping back a little too fast. "Anyway...I'll, uh, see you around."

His grip didn't ease.

He inhaled-deep, sharp.

And I knew.

He smelled it.

The wet heat still clinging to me.

The way my body was throbbing from what just happened.

And the way his eyes dropped to my lips?

It wasn't polite.

It was filthy.

Quiet, clean-cut Caspian... looked like he wanted to ruin me too.

I turned to leave.

"Nicole?"

His voice stopped me.

I turned, breath caught in my throat.

"Yeah?"

He stared at me for a moment.

And then he smiled.

"Nothing. Just... be careful where you're storming next time."

My knees hated me.

I nodded and walked away...fast.