I come downstairs to find him standing there holding the permission slip in the kitchen. I reach for it and he pulls it back.
“Not so fast,” he says imperiously. “If you’re going to ask me to do things such as break the rules and forge a signature, be prepared for me to say no. If I say yes, there will always be a condition. You are to meet that condition exactly as I state it, no interpretation necessary. You remove your clothes without me asking you to ever again and I will send an anonymous email to the office saying that this signature is a forgery. Do you understand me?”
My lip trembles, but I swallow back the lump forming in my throat.
“Yes. I just thought you would…would like to see what you’re buying. I’m so embarrassed.”
Rushmore raises his hands and I gasp. But then they cup my face. Honestly, what did I think he was going to do? I think I’m losing it, I’m so horny.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s me. I can barely control myself around you,” he whispers against my cheek, a hint of tremor in his voice. “I know my limits. I know what I want to do to you, but you’re not ready.”
A single tear tumbles, landing on Rushmore’s thumb.
“You keep saying that. What…what do you want to do to me that I’m not ready for?” I ask, summoning my courage again.
“Are you sure you want to know? You might run screaming,” he says.
Rushmore leans in close. His lips are so close I can feel his breath tease the fine hairs along my hairline. “Every time you walk away, I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to take you, place your hands on the wall, pull your hips back and spread you wide so I can see all that belongs to me.”
My breath catches. My body jolts. I want so badly to press into his hard body, but I’m afraid to do anything but follow orders.
“And then what?” I have to swallow because I’m salivating at the thought of being bent over while his eyes take me in. All of me.
“And then I want to taste you from your clit all the way back. All. The. Way.”
I may have just toweled off and dressed, but I’m going to need a dry pair of undies immediately. I have to stifle a moan by biting my bottom lip. “What happens next?” I say, my voice breathy between shallow inhales.
“After I devour you? That’s when I prepare your pussy with my fingers.”
“Oh god,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
Rushmore’s lips move softly through my hair. I have to close my eyes at the pleasure of him speaking directly into the shell of my ear. “And then I make you come so hard, you forget your own name, precious.”
I’m so under his thrall that I don't even realize he’s now standing behind me, his hands lightly resting on my hips, and his lips a hair’s width away from the flushed skin of my neck. His cock presses through his trousers and into my lower back.
I breathe and lick my lips. “That. I want all of that.”
Rushmore’s lips connect with the skin of my throat and I absorb the soft, velvety brushes of his strong lips and his scruff. “I’m ready.”
“Soon,” he whispers before landing a slightly firmer kiss to my neck. The electricity of it travels down my spine and heats my pussy to an unreasonable degree.
When I open my eyes, he’s gone.
Trembling with unmet hunger, I stare out the picture window and watch his car motor silently down the street. He left me breathless and so slick that I spit out an angry curse on his stupid car that I know I don’t truly mean.
“So much for getting anything I want simply by asking,” I mutter, stomping back upstairs to my room, closing the door, and hurriedly kicking off my undies with my toes. My own hands begin to answer the yearning of my body before I even hit the mattress.
I have to do something; I can’t very well go to swim practice horny.
16
Rushmore
Cruel of me to leave her like that. But it was a much crueler thing to do to myself.
The mental image of Hunter toeing the water, slightly bent over and showing me a wicked shadow of what’s between her ass cheeks, is going to be fodder for many nights of self-pleasure until we have our moment. I have watched porn that didn’t get my dick this hard. This thought puts a evil grin on my face as I head back to the office.
What she doesn’t know is that she’s given me a gift.