23. （DIS）aster
JAE
23
The instant our lips collided, the world ceased to exist. Her lips, soft and warm, tasted like pure insanity.
Regret hit me like a ton of bricks. Not because it was bad—I don’t do bad decisions. No, I regretted it because I was kissing her in a damn supply closet when I needed a bed to fully unleash everything I craved to do to her.
My hands gripped her waist, yanking her closer, demanding more of her against me.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered against her mouth, the curse slipping out before I could stop it.
Verena’s hands clamped onto my shoulders, her body curving into mine, responding to my touch.
“Goddamn, have you always tasted this good? Felt this good?” I whispered harshly, my voice trembling with desperation.
She moaned softly, the sound shooting straight through me, igniting a fire I couldn’t control.
I needed more.
I needed all of her. My hands roamed her back, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between us.
I couldn’t get enough. Not nearly enough. And I always got what I wanted.
In a swift motion, I pressed her against the wall, my body pinning hers in place. The feel of her against me, her warmth, her scent—it was overwhelming.
I was lost in her, completely and utterly lost.
“Oh. Oh,” I exhaled, my lips trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin. “Verena, please…”
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest.
“We should stop,” she whispered.
I pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. They were dark, filled with a mix of emotions that mirrored my own. I was drowning in them, in her.
I leaned in, capturing her lips again, pouring every ounce of my desperation, longing, and need into the kiss.
I’d buried the hope of this ever happening again so deep inside that I forgot to consider it would feel this fucking good. And now that I started, I couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop.
“Fuck, I need you,” I whispered against her mouth, my hands sliding over her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her skin.
She arched into me, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I knew she felt it too. She had to, right? How fucking perfect we were together.
“Jae,” she panted, her voice a soft, urgent plea.
I kissed her harder, deeper, losing myself in her entirely.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so soft,” I muttered, my voice breaking with the intensity of my need. “Fuck, Verena, I had no idea.”
Her hands roamed over my back. “We need to stop,” she whispered, her voice shaky with desire.
“Please, don’t,” I begged, my lips moving against her neck, tasting her skin. “Just a little more. Let me feel you, Verena.”
I pressed her harder against the wall, my hands exploring every inch of her body. “I…I need…” I murmured, my breath hot in her ear. “I need to practice, to learn every part of you.”
Her resolve weakened as I kissed her again, more urgently. “Please, baby, let me,” I whispered. I felt her shudder beneath my touch, her resistance melting away. “Just a little more.”
She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, everything was still.
“Jae, I…I think we’ve practiced enough,” she said, her voice soft and filled with something I couldn’t quite name.
I cleared my throat, trying to steady my racing heart. “No. I want to get this right,” I said, the words sounding hollow even to my own ears. “So it looks real.”
But my actions betrayed me. My hands trembled as they cupped her face, my lips moving against hers with a desperation I couldn’t hide. When did she start feeling so good? Why did I crave her sighs, her moans, my name on her lips? I thought I forced these feelings down years ago.
Her taste was driving me insane.
I was the master of control, yet she unraveled me. The world at my feet, but here, pressed against her, I was powerless.
“Just practice,” I muttered, my voice breaking with need. “But fuck, Verena, we…we have to practice more.”
Verena nodded. “Just practice.”
But as I kissed her neck, the soft skin under her ear, she let out a soft sigh that was fucking addictive.
I didn’t think she’d ever respond to me that way.
The sound was like a drug, making me crave more, making me desperate to hear it again. “What can I do to make you sigh like that again?” I demanded, my voice low and rough.
“Hmm?” She was teasing, but I had no patience for games right now.
“That fucking sigh, Verena. Tell me how I can make you do it again.” My tone was harsh, almost a growl, the need in me barely contained.
She stilled. “My…neck,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
I smirked, my lips curving against her skin. “Yes, baby,” I muttered, before my mouth found the sensitive spot on her neck again, determined to draw out those sweet sounds until I was a puddle at her feet.
My thigh slipped between her legs. When she whimpered, that soft, breathless sound, a groan tore from my lips.
“This isn’t enough,” I growled, my voice rough with need.
“I think we’re done,” she snapped. I felt her squirm on my thigh as she spoke.
“Like fucking hell we are. It’s not real,” I said, my voice rough with need. “So don’t stop now.”
I reached for her dress, pulling it up so I could touch what I really wanted to.
“Jae?” she asked, sounding uncertain.
“I just…need to know how you feel. Need to touch you. So I can…”
So I can do what? This wasn’t practice anymore. It wasn’t like I was training to fuck her with an audience—because fuck that. But the thought of walking through that room, her pleasure on my fingers…fuck, fuck, FUCK.
I’d get on my knees and beg for a chance if she’d let me.
“Hurry up and fucking touch me then, Jae,” she growled, her voice laced with anger and challenge.
Shock coursed through me, freezing me in place. She saw my hesitation and pushed harder.
“It’s not real, right? So if you need to figure out what I sound like when I come to make this bullshit more believable, then be a man and fucking touch me,” she said.
Adrenaline surged through my veins as I fumbled with her dress, inching it up. With shaking fingers, I reached for her, my heart pounding in my chest.
I slid my hand past her panties. My thumb brushed against her, and she let out a soft sigh, the sound like music to my ears.
She leaned closer, her lips grazing mine. “You just needed to know how I feel, huh?”
I smiled weakly, my heart hammering in my chest. “I’m fucking practicing, Vee.”
“Then practice harder. Rub my clit like you mean it, Jae, or I’m done.”
I smirked at her demand, but my hand didn’t falter. I knew this was far from practice, and I was more than happy to go all in. My fingers danced over her, teasing and tempting, driving her crazy. I could feel her heat, her pulse, her desire. It was intoxicating.
Verena’s hands found their way to my hair again, gripping tight as I continued to explore her. “Jae, please…” she moaned, her voice desperate.
Her pleas only fueled me further, and I thrust my fingers deeper, finding that sweet spot that made her squirm.
“Oh God, that’s it,” she gasped, her legs trembling. “Don’t stop.”
Like hell I was going to stop. My fingers moved faster, harder. I could feel her body tightening, her breaths becoming shallow and ragged.
“I’m close, Jae,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Fuck, Verena, I need to hear you say my name when you come,” I demanded. “You’re mine right now. Give it to me.”
My fingers worked her relentlessly, the need to see her unravel consuming me. “Please, Verena,” I begged, my tone both commanding and desperate. “Let go. I need to feel you fall apart for me.”
I continued to touch her, my fingers moving in a frenzied dance.
“I’m there,” she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. “I’m going to come. Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. My fingers kept thrusting until she reached the edge.
Her body convulsed, her moans filling the room as she came hard against my hand. I felt her heat flood my fingers, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Her eyes rolled back, her back bowed, and those plush lips parted in pure ecstasy.
Fuck yeah, I made her come.
I made Verena Williams come all over my fucking palm.
I couldn’t wait to fuck her. I couldn’t wait to slide right inside her, to claim her completely.
My frantic hands reached for my belt, but she stopped me with a cruel, icy gaze. “Practice is over,” she said, her voice cold and cutting.
“Wh-what?” I stammered, disbelief hitting me.
“I don’t need to fuck you to convince those people out there, Jae,” she rasped.
Desperation clawed at me. For the first time in years, I found myself begging. “P-please, Verena.”
Her lips parted in surprise. “Are you really begging right now?”
“Please,” I begged, the word escaping as a low, desperate whimper. I had never felt so on edge, so utterly at the mercy of my need for her. I was left bare, craving her touch, her approval. “I need you. Don’t stop now. Please, Verena.”
“Jae,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “We need to go.”
Voices outside the closet reminded me of the reality beyond our heated moment. People were looking for us, murmuring and calling our names.
I cursed, the frustration and desperation boiling over. “Please,” I repeated, grabbing her hand and pressing it against my aching arousal. I couldn’t help it. I needed her to understand, to feel what she was doing to me.
“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of concern and disbelief.
My eyes closed, my mouth parting as another whimper escaped me. Her touch, even through the fabric of my pants, was electric. I had never ached this much for anyone. I moved her hand, just slightly. Just enough friction to?—
“Fuckkk, Verena,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’ve never needed anything like this before.”
Her hand cupped me gently, and I shuddered, pressing into her touch.
And then I did something I really hadn’t done in years.
I came in my pants.
From one touch.
One fucking touch, and I lost it. Unbelievable.
She looked down at the wet spot on my pants, her expression a mix of surprise and…pure elation.
“You’re gonna walk out of here like that, boss?”
Her words snapped me out of my haze. Anger and embarrassment warred within me. “We’re leaving,” I said, my voice harsher than I intended. “This was just practice.”
“Practice?” she repeated, a smirk playing on her lips. “Sure didn’t feel like practice to me.”
“What the fuck happened?” I demanded, trying to regain control over the situation and my own body.
She shrugged, nonchalant. “You’re really going to ask that with cum dripping down your leg?”
“This was really us just getting comfortable with one another,” I insisted, though my voice wavered with doubt.
She nodded, her smirk widening. “It definitely won’t happen again.”
Desperation clawed at my chest. I grabbed her arm, pulling her close. “It won’t?”
“This was a one-time thing,” she said, her tone firm and final.
“Really?” I asked, my voice betraying my need.
“Stop pouting,” she said, her eyes dancing with amusement.
I schooled my face, forcing a stern expression. “I’m not fucking pouting.”
“Sure, Jae. Whatever you say.”
I shoved her against the wall, my hands trembling as I fixed her dress, trying to erase the evidence of our heated moment. “There. Fixed,” I muttered.
She watched me. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” I snapped, but we both knew I was lying. “This was just practice.”
“Just practice,” she echoed, her voice soft but teasing.
I stormed out of the closet, leaving her behind, my mind a whirlwind of frustration and desire. I needed to get a grip. This was supposed to be just practice, but fuck…we had to practice more.