25 - Emerson
~ 25 ~
EMERSON
“Quick wallflower, get in here.”
I looked left and right as she slipped past me, then locked the door with a click. We didn’t have a lot of time. Not that we needed a lot of time, but the favor I’d cashed in had a definite expiration date.
Fallon stood in the empty office, her summer-tan skin slightly sweaty. Her beautiful chest heaved from the exertion of having hauled ass, halfway across campus. And what a pretty ass it was.
“Emerson, what’s going on?” she breathed. “Why is this—”
I kissed her question away because there was no need to answer it. But also, because I couldn’t wait to kiss her for another fucking second. She responded immediately by melting into my embrace and kissing me back, her questions forgotten. Her soft lips worked in tandem with mine, hellbent on accomplishing the same mission.
Wow.
It was amazing, feeling her in my arms again. Inhaling her scent. Tasting her sweet mouth…
Two days of being apart had felt like two whole months. And that was the thing, really. It scared the hell out of me how much I’d needed to see her again. And not just me, but the others too.
“Pull these down,” I murmured into her mouth, while tugging the waistband of her shorts. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
Fallon whimpered the tiniest of protests, but eventually acquiesced. She unbuttoned, then dragged her shorts and panties to mid-thigh.
When I saw what they looked like, I chuckled evilly.
“Oh yeah?” she poked me. “Fuck you.”
“Not yet. But soon enough.”
“You’re not the one who has to wear these to class ,” she sighed, as I buried my face against her neck. “You’re not the one who… has to sit… in a puddle of…”
Her words trailed off as I slid forward, pushing my way through her folds, gliding horizontally against the wettest, hottest pussy I’d ever felt in my life. For a dangerous instant I almost penetrated her, and that would’ve been the end of things. I knew if I slid inside for even a single second, it would all be over.
“Take me to the couch…” she breathed huskily. “Bend me over the arm, and I’ll let you—”
“No.”
She bit her lip in frustration. It was kind of adorable.
“Emerson, please!” she begged. “This isn’t fair!”
I chuckled. “And who said it was?”
“You can’t just—”
I covered her mouth with mine, while pressing my body tightly against her.
“You’re the one who wanted to ramp things up,” I reminded her in a sharp whisper. “Remember?”
Fallon froze, and I saw all new excitement reflected in those almond brown eyes as she finally understood. There was lust there too, burning hotly alongside a chemistry and mutual attraction greater than anything I’d felt before. It eclipsed us both, in size and scope, as I fought off the sheer burning urge to violently clear the nearest desk, throw her over it, and fuck her absolutely, positively senseless.
Instead, I focused on my more immediate goal. Faster and faster I stroked myself through her heat, her outer essence, while staring deeply into those hypnotic brown eyes. There was challenge there now. A mischievousness that told me she was playing the same game I was, as she kissed me so hotly I couldn’t hold on a second longer.
Relief came in the form of three or four powerful spurts, surging against the inside of my slowly stroking palm. I directed the jets straight into her outstretched panties, which were already dark and damp. They created a pearlescent pool of my own warm sex, perfectly centered within the little triangle of satin fabric.
Smiling triumphantly, I pulled her underwear and shorts back up, then gave her crotch a quick pat.
“You’re evil,” Fallon seethed. “You know that? Pure evil.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“How the hell am I supposed to walk across campus now?” she cried. “And what if I run into someone? Imagine a friend or a classmate, falling into step beside me, while I go squish-squish-squishing all the way to class?”
“You’re not going to class,” I told her. “You’re going to the library. To meet Trey.”
Her brown eyes went wide. The freckles on her cheeks danced.
“Forget class then,” she choked. “I’m going home after that. To shower, to change, even if it means—”
“No.”
The firmness in my voice stopped her cold.
“You’re going to class, no matter how late Trey makes you,” I told her. “And you’re sitting through the entire thing, even if you’re squirming in your seat the whole time.”
“But—”
“That’s part of your punishment,” I told her. “And we’ll be watching, so don’t even think about leaving early.”
She looked suddenly concerned. “Punishment?”
I buttoned myself back up, my balls pleasantly empty but not nearly sated when it came to the things I wanted to do to her. But those things would have to wait.
“Tonight,” I told her, before she could ask anything else. “After practice. Be ready for us.”
There was a heavy click as I unlatched the door, then set the key on the desk. Already I could hear footsteps coming up the walk; my friends, returning from their lunch break.
“You wanted to be treated like a bad girl?” I growled into her ear, as I pushed Fallon from the office. Squeezing her ass on the way through the doorway, I could already see her walking with her thighs close together.
“Bad girls always get what’s coming to them.”