Why couldn’t I have volunteered for something in the gym? I use the gym, not only to work out on the equipment but to also take kickboxing lessons. The latter I only started because Tim told me he didn’t think it appropriate for me to get sweaty with muscle guys. So of course I signed up, being more interested in watching sweaty guys for an hour than actually working out. To my surprise I discovered I not only enjoy kickboxing, but I was good at it. This, of course, pisses Tim off even more. Half the time he acts like I shouldn’t have a life that doesn’t revolve around him.
My plans are changing and I’m leaning more and more toward finding myself somewhere else to live. We shouldn’t be together anymore…
That fucking bell!
Shit! I’ve spent all my free period daydreaming. I’ll have to use the hour during detention to make a start if I don’t get too distracted by Mason.
Chapter Four
Mason
Great! Late for detention because I’d been running behind after class, but still dumped my stuff in the trunk of the car. I sigh. It’s going to be a long afternoon.
As I round the corner and enter through the detention room, I spot Bianca as she slips inside the stockroom. Should I or shouldn’t I? Dammit.
A glance around the room confirms there isn’t anyone else here so I quickly follow, praying that no one else is in there with her. A slow grin spreads across my face as I enter the stockroom behind her…there is no one with her.
Closing the door behind me, I carefully turn the lock, a soft click filling the air. The need to touch her thrum’s through my blood and has my cock hard as fuck.
“Hello? Anyone there?”
Fuck! I’ve scared her. “It’s Mason.”
Hearing her voice catch in her throat, I hear her shuffling away from me before she tries again, “Mason. You scared me,” she whispers. “Get out. You can’t be in here.”
I smile wider listening to her.
“I’m here to make sure you’re alright.” That’s what I’m telling myself, but deep down I know I won’t be leaving until I’ve tasted her.
I don’t just walk toward her, I prowl and stalk her like prey and know Bianca will recognize my intent by my body language. I practically vibrate with suppressed need. She’s lucky I
haven’t shucked my clothes at the door because my cock is damn uncomfortable squished between my skin and jeans.
“Oh God,” she says on a whoosh of air as I come around the one shelf that was hiding her. It’s so cramped in here that we stand a mere inch apart, chest-to-chest.
“Look at me,” I growl, my voice rougher than I intended. “I need to know you want me just as much as I want you, or I’m not touching you, no matter how much I want to.” Gazing into her passion filled eyes; I wait…and wait while I expect my cock to detonate any moment.
“I want you…”
That’s all I need to hear. I seal my lips over Bianca’s—teeth clashing, tongues tangling. She tastes of coffee and chocolate and is just so damn sexy as she rubs against my aching dick. Her hand slips underneath my shirt and rubs up and down my back, driving me crazy. I’ve wanted her hands on me for months and now that they are I’m hoping I can last to pleasure her. I yank my shirt out of the way before I pull her shirt up and over her head.
My breath catches. She leaves me mesmerized in her dainty black and pink, lacy bra and when her skirt drops to the floor, I nearly come in my jeans. The tiniest thong covers her pussy.
“Bianca…” I drop to my knees, “You are gorgeous.”
All I want to do is rip her thong away and put my mouth on her, but I’ve wanted her for so long that I won’t give in to that urge. I’ve dreamed of her for the past five months so all I’m going to do is savor her.
Placing my hands at the apex of her thighs and my thumbs on her pussy, I start to rub and slip them underneath the lace. Bianca quivers under my touch and tangles her fingers through my hair, holding me to her. “You smell good…I can’t go slow anymore,” I murmur, the thoughts of a second ago going out of my head. I just can’t resist this woman.
Climbing to my feet, I unfasten the front clasp of Bianca’s bra as I let myself free from the denim, which has kept me covered from her eyes.
Reaching out hesitantly, she runs one finger over the tip of my dick. It jumps at her touch and I grind my teeth to keep from coming all over her hand. She pulls back at the small groan I make, her eyes shooting up to mine. I can see the war going on behind them; this shouldn’t be happening, but I won’t stop it and I will make sure she doesn’t regret it. Biting her lip, she drops her eyes back to my cock and slowly, as though she’s still second guessing herself, she strokes me from root to tip and back down again, which has me closing my eyes while I absorb her touch.
The fire in my balls and the throb in my cock are making me twitch and leak around the flared head, which Bianca wipes clean with the tip of her finger causing me to leak some more. My muscles strain as I try to control what her touch does to me. Because I sure as hell don’t want to come before we get to the good stuff.
Opening my eyes, I grab her hand and move in to slightly rub my cock against her.
“Someone’s going to come,” Bianca ends up squeaking when I wrap my mouth around one of her cherry nipples, taking as much as I can of her breast before releasing her.