Five
I’m smiling as I walk out of the front offices. Several people frown at me, but I don’t give a damn that I’m suddenly without my shirt. Because what just happened between Sadie and me was the most delightful combination of not what I’d planned, completely unexpected, and absolutely welcome. But the best part is that I’m going to see her again. And she seems very agreeable when it comes to our…physical relationship.
When I push into my office, I shed my jacket once again and pull a spare shirt from my small wardrobe. Then my mind begins to spin as more melodies and bits of lyrics spill into my head. I don’t bother buttoning my shirt before I sit down to play. I’m so lost in my creativity that I’m almost late for my eleven o’clock class. I hastily button up and throw on my jacket before rushing to the classroom.
The next fifty minutes seem to drag on for an eternity. When I wrap things up, I beat most of the students out the door. Then I’m laughing as I practically run back to my office. I’ve got just over an hour before Sadie comes to see me. And I’d love to have a second completed song for her. I toss off my jacket and get back to work. As is the norm when I’m writing, I lose track of most everything. It’s not until I finish the fifth run of the song that I hear a soft sniff.
My head snaps up and I lock eyes with Sadie. She’s curled up on the chair in the corner, her hand pressed to her mouth, with tears slipping down her cheeks. Christ. I rise and walk to her. Slowly. Giving her every opportunity to leave. Because if she doesn’t, I’m going to take what I want from her.
Well, a small part of it, anyway. At least for now.
Her eyes stay locked on mine as I brace my hands on the arms of the chair. As I lean in, she drops her hand from her mouth. Her lips are already parted and waiting. Yet I’m the one wanting.
“Oh, my sweet Sadie,” I breathe.
“Brock,” she whispers.
I moan as I press my lips to hers. She reaches forward and fists her hand in my shirt. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Taking and tasting. And when she opens for me, I take even more. Her tongue tangles with mine, her eagerness to deepen our contact wreaking havoc on my self-control. When a soft moan leaves her, I finally tear my lips from hers. Her eyes fly open in shock.
“What’s wrong?” she pants.
“I want you, Sadie,” I growl. “I want you naked right here in my office so I can fuck you into oblivion.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “Oh, my…I…”
“I won’t do it now,” I declare. “Or at least not yet.”
“Not yet?”
“No,” I smirk. “Not yet.”
She’s waiting for me to elaborate. And I do so by undoing the top button of my shirt that’s on her. Then the second and the third. By the time I’ve finished, she’s turned in the chair, so her feet are on the floor, her legs parted as I stand between them. Smiling, I pull apart the halves and straighten to take her in.
“You are a goddess, Sadie,” I growl. “A fucking goddess hiding in plain sight. Why?”
“I…I don’t know what you mean,” she whispers.
Her expression says the same. But that’s fine.
“I’ll show you,” I tell her. “In due time. But right now, I need to taste more of your sweet skin.”
Before she can speak, I drop to my knees and lick my way from her bellybutton to the valley between her breasts. She gasps in shock. But when I run my hands around her waist to hold her in place, she relaxes.
Perfect.
I lavish her skin with open-mouthed kisses. Across her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Over her stomach and as close to her mound as her pants allow. By the time I set in to make her come, her arms are wrapped around my shoulders. Then she whispers my name.
“Brock.”
“Can you be quiet, Sadie?” I ask as I lift my head.
“Quiet? But…I’ve barely said a word.”
“I know,” I smile. “But I intend to make you come. Will you be quiet when that happens?”
She shakes her head. And I wonder how no other man could have given her the pleasure she deserves. But I certainly intend to.
“I don’t know,” she says as she blushes. “It’s…been a long time.”
“Since you’ve come at all? Or since a man has made you come?”
“A man,” she whispers.
“Okay,” I nod as I temper my unexpected jealousy. “I’ll go slow. And we’ll see what happens.”
She nods. So, I keep my eyes on her while I cup her breasts in my hands. At first, I gently massage them before stroking my thumbs over her lace-covered nipples. To my delight, she starts to writhe underneath me. When her lips part and she starts to pant, I lower my mouth to her sweet skin. I kiss a trail over the swell of her breasts and back. Then I suck her right nipple into my mouth as I roll the left between my thumb and forefinger.
The longer I stay here, the more tense she becomes. When I think she’s close, I pull back. She gasps, then moans.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I’ll take you there this time.”
I start over on the opposite nipple with my mouth. Her body tenses almost immediately. When she’s trembling, I pinch one nipple while biting the other.
And she comes.