Bonus Chapter #2 #2
When her mouth finds mine again, it’s not gentle. It knocks the air out of me, consumes me. Her glasses slip down her nose a little when I bump them. She pulls back to pull them off, but I stop her, catching her wrist halfway there. “You have any idea how sexy those glasses are?”
“You’re so weird,” she says, but she puts them back on and doesn’t stop me when I guide her back until she meets the desk. Papers and pens fall to the floor in a quiet shuffle, but neither of us looks down.
She leans back on her hands, watching me, her chest rising fast. I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. I bend, pressing a slow kiss to her collarbone, then another along the curve of her throat.
“Hurry up,” she complains, but I don’t. I guide her gently, turning her until she’s braced against the desk, her breath catching when I lean in close behind her. She looks back over her shoulder, and every wall, every hesitation that’s been standing between us burns away.
My hands run along the hem of her skirt, and I can’t believe I’m doing this here. But god, it’s been an entire month, I’d be crazy to say no. I tug, revealing more of that perfect brown skin as the fabric slides down her thighs until it’s pooling around her feet.
And then, I just look at her.
The way she braces her hands against the desk, the faint tremor going through her, the trust she’s giving me all over again.
That perfect ass.
I lean in, finding the base of her spine with my lips, as she trembles under my hands.
I trail another kiss lower, slow and careful, tasting her skin, feeling her tense and then melt beneath me.
When I run out of room, I shove the thin strip of cotton out of the way and kiss her right where I want her.
She flinches hard. “Nate! What are you—”
I pull back slightly, my breath still hot on her entrance. “It’s okay, Darlin’. Let me do this.” She exhales, shaky, trying, but failing to relax. I rest my hand against her back.
I know how to help her.
I spread her open with my hands as my tongue flicks out, licking over her puckered hole. Her gasp is sharp and surprised, the sound echoing through the small space. But my tongue is insistent, tracing circles, getting her wet.
“Oh god,” she whispers, squirming under my hands. “That feels…”
I pause, letting her catch her breath. “Okay?”
She nods against the desk, a high-pitched moan escaping her throat even though all I’m doing is holding her open. “Yeah,” she whispers, her voice catching. “Don’t stop.”
The tension in her body starts to melt, replaced by a slow, shivering rhythm as she leans into every touch, every deliberate movement of my tongue. Her fingers clutch at the edge of the desk, and the sounds coming from her fuck.
Hottest thing I ever heard.
With renewed confidence, I press my tongue against her tight hole, applying gentle pressure. Her hips buck slightly, but she still presses back for more, and I can’t resist that.
My other hand trails down from her back to her hip, gripping her firmly to hold her in place as I eat her out like it’s my fucking job.
On my desk.
Her breath turns ragged, each inhale sharper than the last as she struggles against the sensations coursing through her body. “Nate,” she whispers, her voice catching. “I need more.”
I lift my head, watching the shiver that runs through her when the air hits her spit-slick skin, the way she presses into the desk like she’s trying to hold herself together.
“You sure?”
Her quick nod gets me going. I slide my palms up her sides, steadying her, feeling every tremor under my fingers, how warm she is.
I press a line of slow, open-mouthed kisses up her perfect ass, giving it a little nibble until she grunts, telling me to hurry up.
I rest my forehead there for a second, trying to breathe, to keep from coming apart myself.
“You gotta tell me if it’s too much. I don’t got any lube.”
“Don’t care.” She presses her ass back against me and fuck my life. I have to be careful. I can’t hurt her. Even though it kills me, I can’t fuck her like this.
But there is something I can do.
Without thinking too hard about it, I get my fingers wet with my own spit.
“You trust me?” She nods without hesitation. I’m starting to think she’s been wanting it as bad as I have.
I waste no time, sliding a finger into her real slow, watching for her reaction. She tenses at first, enough to have me questioning if I should actually do this. But before I can pull it out, she melts against the desk with a sigh of relief.
Her breath comes in uneven gasps, each one trembling out of her with no hope of staying in. My unoccupied hand stays on her back, feeling how her body moves as my finger goes in and out. It drags more than last time, but it doesn’t seem like she cares.
She presses back against me, moaning too loud for where we’re at, but I don’t have the heart to tell her to quiet down. I move faster, dripping spit onto her to help slick the way.
“Right there,” she whispers, the words barely formed, but I don’t need ‘em.
Every time her breath catches, every sound that leaves her tells me exactly what she needs.
Her fingers grip the edge of the desk hard, knuckles going white, and when she pushes back again, I press my hand more firmly to her back, grounding her as I rub right over that spot that makes her go crazy.
The tension in her builds gradually, tighter and tighter until it has nowhere left to go. She’s shaking, the kind of trembling that means she’s on the edge. “Come on, Darlin’, come for me.”
And like she was waiting for those words, she shatters, crying out while I finger her through it. I let her ride out her orgasm, not stopping until she collapses forward onto the desk, completely spent.
She finally rolls over, and when I can get a good look at her, the flush, her hair mussed around her face, eyes glassy and wide behind crooked glasses, that slow shiver of aftershocks running through her, I can’t help but grin, feeling cocky as hell.
“Damn, you looking like that with just a finger? Guess I still got it.”
She raises her eyebrows, pushing herself up to sit on the edge of the desk. I force myself not to glance down. I know she doesn’t like that.
“Just a finger? You did the mouth thing too,” she says like a complaint, shoving her glasses back into place. It doesn’t get her very far when she’s looking like she had the best orgasm of her life. I smirk, leaning closer, resting a hand on her hip.
She scoffs, glaring at me. “I’m not kissing you for a week, by the way. That was disgusting.”
“A week? You really gonna punish me like that?” I lean in, pretending to go for her lips, but she pushes my face away.
“No, Nate, Ew!”
“Come on! Now that you said that, I need a kiss.”
She smiles, tugging me by my hand so we’re close again. “Okay, fine. One.”
I press a gentle kiss to her temple first, then the corner of her mouth, keeping it soft, teasing.
“That was more than one,” she says, but she tilts her head, lips parting slightly, giving me the perfect opening that I don’t take.
“I don’t like you, you know that?”
“That’s a real nice thing to say to the person who—”
I’m interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
“Coach Wesley?” a familiar voice calls from the other side.
Fucking Holloway.
“Shit!” I whisper-shout as my heart drops straight to my stomach. Iris freezes. She hasn’t even had a chance to put her clothes back on. And I got no idea where her underwear ended up.
“Uh… hang on!”
Iris bites her lip, giggling while I frantically look around for her clothes. I glance at the door, willing Holloway to go away, then back at her. She leans into me, still laughing, no help. “You should’ve locked the door.”
I raise my eyebrows, looking at the insane love of my life. “I should have locked the door? Who was the one saying I shouldn’t?”
Another knock rattles the frame. “Coach Wesley?” Holloway calls again, calm, professional. No idea what’s going on inside the room. Thank god.
I groan, dragging a hand over my face. “Shit, shit, shit…”
“You’re hopeless.”
“Yeah, yeah… I know, just… fuck! Hide!”
With Iris behind the door, I let out a long breath, dragging my hand over the doorknob. Slowly, I crack it open enough to stick my head out. “Hey man, I’m sorta in the middle of… cleaning, did you need something?”
There’s a pause, his signature blank stare giving nothing away. “Oh. I didn’t realize you were… occupied.”
I force a chuckle. “Yeah, right in the middle of it, y’know?”
Holloway hesitates, and I can hear the faint sound of laughter from behind me. He clears his throat. “Right… okay. I’ll come back later then.”
I give him a small wave, closing the door as quickly as possible, and let out a shaky laugh. “That was close. You think he bought it?”
I peek back over my shoulder at her, where she’s pressed against the wall, fully dressed to my disappointment.
“You are the world’s worst liar.”