Chapter 10 #2
“You and your damn skirts,” I growl before dropping to my knees in front of her. My hands are sliding up the bare skin of her legs, reaching her thighs, and pushing the soft material of her skirt up when she stops me.
“Not here,” she gasps out. I can see her battling with her desires as she bites down hard on her bottom lip.
She wants this. Wants me. But I can admit that the first time I eat her out, I want her tangled up in my sheets, screaming my name where no one else can hear.
I want the sound of her climax all to myself.
Just the idea of anyone else hearing her makes my blood boil.
“Take me home,” she says breathlessly. “Take me home, or I’m leaving with Matt.”
It feels like a bucket of ice water gets dumped over my head.
“No, you won’t,” I snap back.
I can see her frustration in the tight set of her jaw as she responds. “Just because you’re not man enough to finish the job, doesn’t mean I can’t find someone else who is.”
My hands grip her thighs as I lift her into the air. She lets out a surprised squeal as I press her back into the unforgiving door, and her breath catches as the hardest part of me rests against the most sensitive part of her.
I thrust against her, and her fingers dig into my shoulders.
Her tongue wrestles with mine as she meets my thrusts, rubbing against me, causing a tight knot of pleasure to form at the base of my spine.
I let one of my hands travel up her toned stomach before harshly gripping onto her breast, wanting her to feel it through the stiff material of her corset. Her head falls backward, eyes fluttering shut in response. I run my thumb over the spot where her nipple should be, and she arches her back.
I’m going to come in my fucking pants. The embarrassing thought flits through my brain as she continues writhing against me. That sort of thing hasn’t happened since high school, but if any woman could make me finish preemptively like that, it would be Summer.
She continues moving, rubbing herself against me, faster and faster. I yank her skirt up, letting my fingers dig into the skin of her bare ass cheeks. I let out a sound of pure animal satisfaction when my fingertips meet the delicate lace of her thong. I yank on it, hearing the fabric rip.
I’m just about to let my hand explore the spot between her thighs when a small, surprised moan escapes her lips. Tremors wrack her body, her legs tighten around my waist, and her mouth falls open in a silent scream. I freeze. “Did you just?”
“Shh,” she hushes me, placing a trembling hand over my mouth as she squeezes her eyes shut. “It’s been a while.” Embarrassment colors her cheeks, and I can’t help but push some of that golden hair behind her ear. Her eyes remain closed, refusing to look at me.
I bite down on the skin of her palm, and she pulls her hand back, hissing at me. I slowly lower her to the ground. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I say quietly, trying to get her to meet my eyes.
“Speak for yourself,” she mutters.
“It’s kind of flattering.” I shrug.
She narrows her eyes at me before pushing my chest so that I take a step back from her. “When I make you come in your pants, we’ll talk about how that makes you feel.”
“I’d rather come inside you,” I admit. “But I’ll take what I can get.”
Her cheeks redden at my comment, and she quickly ducks her head. I swipe my dress shirt and jacket up off the floor and start buttoning them, wincing at the sting of faint scratches Summer left across my chest.
She looks up and catches sight of herself in the mirror behind me, and she curses.
Her lipstick and drawn-on stitches are smeared all over her face.
I check my own face and notice faint black marks near my lips, some of which have stuck to my white collar.
I rub at the makeup, but it doesn’t come off the fabric.
Summer wets a paper towel and scrubs the makeup from her face when I finally speak up. “Won’t that make all of this a little obvious?” I ask.
She glares at me. “Not any more obvious than me walking out of the bathroom with my makeup smudged all over my face.”
There’s a small, toxic part of me that wishes she would go out there with her makeup ruined so that everyone would know what we had been up to in here.
I know it’s wrong. It would hurt Nikki’s feelings, could get both of us into serious trouble, and, despite my extreme dislike for him, would also upset Matt.
I don’t want to hurt anyone, I don’t want Summer to lose her spot in the program, nor do I want to lose my job.
But for just a second, I wish that I could claim her in front of the world.
Her words from earlier echo in my head, and a small sense of dread washes over me. “Don’t fuck him,” I hear myself begging. I don’t know if it’s still a possibility, but the idea of another man touching her makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
“I can fuck whoever I want,” she says defiantly, though I can see her heart is no longer in it.
Maybe she never meant it, and it had just been an empty threat.
Or the realization that her Counseling Theories professor had just made her climax in a bar’s restroom is slowly hitting her.
Even though I can tell she doesn’t mean it and is just arguing for the sake of arguing, I can’t help but respond in kind.
“You want me,” I growl back.
She scoffs. “And you want me, yet you’re here with another woman.”
I hate myself for the small smug feeling warming my chest at her jealousy. “I brought her because she’s someone my age and more appropriate for me to be spending time with.”
Her jaw tightens in response before she lets out a frustrated sigh. I can tell as soon as she processes my words that—though I’m right—it was the wrong thing to say. “Oh my god,” she groans, leaning against the counter. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
The high and the excitement and the lust start to dissipate, replaced by guilt and fear. We could get in huge trouble if anyone sees us leaving this bathroom. I could lose my job. She could get kicked out of the program.