Katie 2 (Desires #5)

3. Chapter 3

Chapter three

M y body is still sore from Carter’s and Brad’s session, and my knees too from last night, as I walk down the hall to my next class and glance at my phone. Brad’s messaged me no less than five times, and I can tell how annoyed he is about not being here.

I should be more upset that he’s not ‘shadowing’ classes today while rubbing the inside of my thigh. It’s a distraction, though, and I want to focus.

Then again, I like the challenge of trying to focus on class enough to get what I need without focusing so much that Brad feels the need to up the game. Twice now, he’s nearly made me come in class, and I’ve nearly choked on my own spit when I tried to cover a moan with a cough.

He’s never been prouder of himself.

I try to shake the thought of my stepbrother… boyfriend—the title is going to take some getting used to—touching me in pubic.

I slide into the lecture hall that Carter is using today. It’s almost full, and every spot in the front is taken.

So, I choose one smack in the middle. His eyes always scan for me, and the one time I missed, he spanked me so thoroughly, I couldn’t think about anything else whenever I sat down for the next day and a half.

The thought still tugs my lips into a smile. He even chose what I should wear today.

A tight pencil skirt with a white leotard that snaps right over my pussy. It’s sexy, but appropriate, and I know it will drive him insane when he realizes two little metal snaps are all that will keep him from being inside me.

Unlike Brad, he won’t hunt me down, chasing me and ignoring everyone between us. He bides his time, finds a perfectly logical reason to keep me in place, and uses social reasons to force me into alone time with him.

The dark fantasy has me so distracted that I don’t notice he’s entered until giggles spread through his eager audience.

Carter stands there looking perfectly respectable, his hair lightly rumpled, a professional smile on his face. He scans the crowd, sees me, and the corner of his mouth lifts a little higher as his eyes heat.

I play with the white sleeves of my leotard, guiding them down my shoulders where they really belong, and his throat bobs as his eyes sharpen.

“Today will be a quick lecture. I only have forty minutes,” he informs us.

Of course, I’m sure he’ll end up spending a full hour here trying to fend off overeager girls who don’t care about the girlfriend he talks about but they never see. I’m a secret, and I don’t mind it one bit when I get all the rewards. We don’t technically have to hide it, but it’s just so much more fun.

The lecture is powerful. Carter has the power to claim and hold attention like few other people do. He’s attractive enough to draw people in, but it’s his passion and delivery that make people stay.

He looks so perfect, but no one knows the deep, dark desires he has.

At the end, a collective sigh leaves the audience. The guy next to me rolls his eyes and leans closer. “Half the people here didn’t hear a word of what he said.”

I chuckle. “Their loss.”

He looks at me, seems to realize I’m not who he meant to talk to, but laughs and offers his hand. “Dan.”

“Katie. I don’t know about the lecture, though. The way he makes law concepts digestible is wonderful. It makes the concepts easy to grasp and apply.”

“So, you’re not just sucked into his intense voice and the way he moves around?” He snickers, then points at the first row of girls hurrying to catch Carter’s attention. “Not ready to go and try to sweep him off his feet?”

“Nah,” I say. I know where he’ll be later, after all. “Are you pre-law?”

“Sociology, actually,” he answers.

We chat for a bit about classes until he suggests we get lunch sometime to see if he can sway me to change my major. I start to head out, then the hair on the back of my neck pricks.

“Katie, I wanted to talk to you about something one of your professors said to me,” Carter says, his voice ringing out.

His fan club leaves, and I shut the door behind the last person. I flick the lock shut since I’m not interested in being interrupted and slowly walk to Carter.

“Did one of them say something?” I ask.

Carter grins darkly, grabs the back of my neck, and bends me over the desk so quickly, I can’t catch my bearings. He pushes my skirt up and rubs over my bare ass. The leotard just so happens to be a thong.

“If they said a damn thing about you in this outfit, I’d have decked them,” Carter groans. “Teasing me on purpose today, Doll?”

“Maybe,” I pant.

“And talking to that guy who was blatantly eye fucking you?”

“That’s all he’s allowed to do so it’s—”

Carter spanks me hard, then digs his nails into my ass. “He’s not allowed to eye fuck you, fantasize about you, or talk to you. We don’t want Brad to get jealous.”

“Possessive,” I breathe.

Carter spanks me again, then his fingers slide under my leotard, stroking my pussy with his knuckles, up and down, up and down, until he’s more focused on my clit. “Already wet?”

“M–Maybe,” I whimper.

“Because of the frat boy?”

“No,” I answer immediately. Carter jerks on my leotard, popping the snaps, then thrusts two fingers into my pussy. I whimper and squirm. My next word comes so naturally, I can’t even think. “Please.”

“ Please ? You want me to make you come just because you were a good girl today?” he asks. “That’s the bare minimum, and this outfit doesn’t say ‘behave’.”

“It’s basically a dress. You like… like dresses,” I writhe against his fingers as he stuffs them inside me again and again.

He slaps my ass with his wet fingers and then bends over me. I know his pants are already down when his cock rubs against my slit.

“You’re too loud to fuck in a lecture hall, you know that? We’ll have to fix that, Doll,” he snarls.

His wet fingers fill my mouth clumsily. My own wetness is smeared on my cheek. His fingers slide over my tongue, nearly choking me just as he thrusts into me. Next to no foreplay and he’s so damn rough with me. I love it.

My hips hit the sharp edge of the desk every time he slams into me. Anytime a moan leaves my throat, his fingers slip further into my mouth. He fucks my throat with his fingers while ramming into me like an animal.

From a proper, perfect professor to some carnal beast that can’t wait even a second to have me. My eyes roll back as my pussy spasms around him.

“You’re going to come, naughty Doll,” Carter snarls in my ear. “Or I’m not going to stop. There’s another lecture in ten minutes.”

He goes faster, harder, more and more until his hand leaves my mouth and trails down to my throat. His fingers wrap quickly around it and tighten, softening the moans as I come. He grunts as he buries himself deeper inside me. My body shudders as his cock leaves me, his cum dripping down my thigh.

Carter slaps my ass, redoes the snaps of my leotard, and leads me off the desk while I try to put myself back together.

He looks perfect while his cum and mine drips over my thighs, and the wetness on my chin and neck lingers. I must look like a mess.

Carter guides me outside where Brad is waiting while I keep my head down with a teasing smile on my lips.

As I peek up, Brad glances over at us lazily and he opens the door to his truck. I slide into the front seat. His arms are crossed as he takes me in, his eyes darkening, becoming demanding and needy.

He knows , is all I can think as he lets out an exhausted sounding sigh and closes the door and hops in the driver’s seat before he puts the car in gear. “Someone had a very busy day.”

“It’s just getting started,” Carter promises from the back seat.