She tugs my cock harder, faster, glides her thumb over the head. It feels so good I can’t fucking breathe. I reach for her shorts and try to yank them down, but the goddamn things are flimsy and tear. Her movements are frantic, mine determined, as I reach for her pussy and slide my fingers through. She jerks me harder, faster. I’m gonna come all over her, and I’ll never get that image out of my mind again.
“Please, sir,” she groans. I feel it straight to my stiff, throbbing cock. I stroke her clit and suckle her nipples, first one, then the other, and when I glide my hand to her hot, wet, hole, she clenches around me, throws her head back, and screams as she comes.
I lose my mind. I come so hard, spasms ripple through me, my hot seed splashing on her bare belly. She doesn’t stop, even through the haze of orgasm, she jerks me off while she writhes and moans against me. Fuck, I can’t see straight, and close my eyes, intent on giving her the best damn orgasm I can.
“Enzo, yes,” she moans, and I swear to fucking Christ I could come all over again just hearing those words.
“I’m gonna punish you for this,” I growl in her ear, but she must hear the smile in my threat, because she grins.
“I hope you do.”
I lift her bodily and place her in the shower, kicking her tattered clothes and my towel to the hamper.
I turn it back on and lather her up.
“Mia, why do you need six goddamn bottles of shit?”
She smiles, her eyes closing shut as I lather her hair. “Shampoo, conditioner, and deep conditioner,” she says. “Body wash and exfoliating scrub, shaving cream and after-shave.”
“That why you always smell so damn good?”
She bites her lip, and her eyes flutter open. “You never told me I smelled good.”
“There are lots of things I’ve never told you, because I was trying to prevent the exact thing we just did.”
“Why does complimenting a girl spell danger?”
I rinse her hair and dump some of the damn girly body wash all over her loofah thing. “Getting anywhere near you’s danger,” I tell her. “Because you’re dynamite.”
She tips her head to the side, and little bubbles dance on her temple. “Really?”
“Really.” I wash her all over and rinse her off.
“Same, you know.”
“Same what?”
“I get near you, and my body does strange, wonderful, terrible things. I sit in your class, and I imagine what it feels like to be punished by you. And the next thing I know, we’re not talking about the the evolution of criminology in America, I’m imagining sitting on your desk and spreading my legs while you lick my pussy.”
My stomach clenches with the onset of sudden need again.
“Christ.”
“You threaten to punish me, and all I can imagine is being strewn over your lap while you spank me, all helpless and overpowered and turned on. You cook dinner, and I watch your powerful hands, the muscles in your body all taut, in need of attention. I imagine massaging you, my hands all over your muscled back and you’re bare from the waist up.”
“You’re a dirty little girl.” I try to make it sound chiding, but it comes out like I’m approving instead. I finish rinsing her off and step out of the shower, grabbing two more towels. I dry off and put one around my waist, then take her hand and help her out. I towel her off, too.
We exit the bathroom and I take her hand.
“I’d give it to you, you know,” she says softly.
I stop and look at her. “Give what?”
But her cheeks are flushed pink. She doesn’t want to say it out loud.
“Say it.”
“You know,” she says softly. “My virginity.”
I close my eyes to stop the pounding of blood in my temples, my heart slamming against my ribs, kinda similar to the way some brother’s fists would slam against my head if I did just that.
“Okay, now you go to bed,” I say.
I don’t miss the way her eyes shutter and her lower lip juts out in a pout.
“Don’t you want me, Enzo? What is it about me that you don’t like? That you reject?”
“Mia,” I growl. I turn down the sheets to her bed and pat it. “Stop this nonsense. Be a good little girl and I’ll tuck you in.”
But she crosses her arms on her chest and scowls at me. “No.”
My body stills. I look at her questioningly. “Did you just tell me no?”
“You might be older than me, but not so old you need your hearing checked,” she says, with a note of petulance in her voice that’s goddamn adorable.
“Maybe I do,” I say, cupping my ear with my hand. “Why don’t you say that again?”
“I. Said. Fucking. No!”
It’s a little awkward hauling a girl over your lap when you’re wearing nothing but a towel, but I manage.