Chapter 192
HANNAH
His hands were all over me; on my face, my lips in my hair, down my back, my thighs, cupping my breasts through the thin material of my gown.
My nipples instantly responded to his touch, hardening to sharp points.
The bathroom door slammed shut. Either I or Jace had closed it. I didn't know. Didn't care either. All I cared about was dousing this fire raging inside me.
He hadn't even taken off my clothes yet but I was wet, dripping in fact. I wanted him on me, inside me.
Jace flicked his tongue down the neckline of my dress.
"Jace-" I gasped, holding him tighter.
I shoved my fingers through his hair.
The next moment his lips were on mine. He crushed them against his. I could smell a mixture of beer in his breath, mint and a hint of aftershave on his skin. Vaguely I was aware that we were moving.
Next thing I knew he slammed me against the wall. His hands rucked up my dress. My heart beat frantically in excitement when I realized what he was about to do.
Coming from outside was the muted thrum of music. Inside the restroom, the sound of our gasps mingled with the sound of Jace's zipper sliding down.
And then suddenly he was free. I felt the warmth of his big, throbbing cock against my panties. There was a thin ripping sound as the flimsy material tore when he shoved it to the side. He teased my nub with its tip, sliding it up and then down again. Then he entered me with a single thrust, burying himself up to the hilt.
I screamed, tacked my hands down his back and felt myself clench around him. Jace thrust into me. Once. Twice. Three times and I was gasping for breath, trying to ride the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
The door flew open. Jace froze. In one quick movement, he pulled away, and pulled my dress down, hiding me behind his back.
"What the hell, man!" Jace hissed as he tucked himself back into his pants.
A bit dazed by pleasure and the alcohol, I turned my head. Standing just inside the bathroom was Devin.
Devin.
What the hell was his problem now? Was he stalking me now?
"You've got to get out of here," Devin jerked out, his eyes rolling. "The dean of student affairs just arrived with some professors. It's a madhouse out there. Everyone's running."
After delivering this message, Devin ran out. Jace and I dashed out of the bathroom after him. Outside we could see students running like frightened rats seeking for cover.
Jace swore under his breath. He grabbed my hand.
"Come on," he said.
We ran or rather Jace did. I just stumbled along. The alcohol was already doing things to my brain; doubling objects, amplifying sounds.
"Snap out of it, Hannah," Jace shouted to be heard over the commotion. He turned to look back at me as we dashed madly down a flight of stairs. "We've got to get out of here or we'll be in big trouble."
I nodded to show I understood. I bit my lip hard and everything swam back into focus for a bit. We raced down a corridor, rounded a corner and ran smack into the arms of a professor.
"Aha!" he shouted "We've got you two."
Jace, still clutching my hand, made a move to go on. The professor stepped into our path, and shook a warning finger at him.
"Don't even think about it, young man," the professor warned. He jerked a thumb behind him. "Security's back there. You can't get away now and if you try you'll only make it worse for yourselves."
The dean came over then, huffing and puffing and yelling, his face red and angry. With him were several men dressed in the uniform of the school's security. They had rounded up most of the party goers.
A lot of them were like me, hardly able to stand on their feet.
"What on earth possessed you all to do such a thing?" the dean was shouting. He waved his arms about. "And on school property too. If you all wanted to get stoned or whatever you young people do nowadays, why didn't you do it at your own houses? Look at the lot of you! There will be consequences, I promise. Consequences..."
The dean went on talking but I barely heard him. The jolt of adrenaline that had brought me this far was wearing off now. There was a low buzzing sound in my head and it was all I could do to continue standing up straight.
I jolted and realized I had been dozing on my feet when the dean suddenly shouted, "Give me that!"
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