Chapter 2
CHAPTER
TWO
She hit the mattress with a bounce.
Her dark hair fanned around her as she stared at me with glassy eyes.
I stalked around the bed so she could have the full view as I grabbed my shirt by the collar and shucked it over my head.
My pants, already unfastened, hit the floor with only a wiggle of my hips.
I thought about leaving my boxer briefs on, but they were restricting blood flow to the giant erection I sported, and I wanted to tease her with it, make her mouth water for me.
“James, I’m sorry… I’ll suck your cock. Promise I’ll be a good girl now,” she pleaded, her gaze darting from my cock back to my eyes.
“No, you had your chance.” I smirked as I flung the boxer briefs over my shoulder and climbed onto the bed, swinging a leg over her hips to straddle her.
Like this, towering over her with my fist wrapped around my cock and giving a slow stroke up and down, was a rush of power that sent a thrill down my spine.
Her chest heaved, drawing my gaze to her breasts.
I needed to see those creamy white tits and those succulent nipples.
Dinner was over, but there was plenty of time for dessert, and she had a smorgasbord of sweets waiting for me.
“Do you see what you do to me, Sarah? How hard you make me?”
“Yes.” Another swipe of her tongue to her bottom lip.
“Did you know, every time you text me, this is what happens?” I fisted my cock and stroked to the tip, giving her a full view of the pearly bead that seeped from the slit.
“Every time?”
“Every time I so much as think about you.”
A breathy sigh escaped her lips, but she said nothing in response.
“Do you think it’s always a good time for me to have a raging hard-on, woman?”
She shook her head, those doe eyes sparkling.
“No, it sure as fuck isn’t. If your text comes through during PT, do you think I can stop running to text you back?
Absolutely not. How about when I’m teaching?
No, of course not. How about when I’m in a meeting with my CO and a bunch of other brass?
Fuck no, Sarah. ‘Cause if I stop what I’m doing to respond to your text, I won’t be able to focus on anything except how bad my cock aches for you. ”
Her eyes gleamed as she took in the implications of my statement. “I’m sorry I’m such a distraction for you.”
“Are you though?” I lifted the hem of her dress with one hand while pulling her to a seated position with my other. Like a magician, I made that dress vanish into thin air in record time.
Just as I suspected.
No panties.
No bra.
No impediments whatsoever.
“Sarah, Sarah, Sarah…” I shook my head as my gaze roamed across the peaks and valleys of her lush figure.
“Something wrong?”
“Throughout that entire dinner, there was only a thin layer of fabric separating these beautiful curves from me?”
She bit her lip in response, trying to suppress her smile.
“Get ready…because I want to show you how badly I ache for you.”
“How do you intend to do that?”
“You’re about to find out…”