"Fuck," I choke out. "Jesus, that’s tight.”
I pull my hips back and drive in as deep and as hard as possible, pleased to hear her suck in a breath and utter anotheroh my God. I follow it up with another hard thrust, and then another. At this point, I'm holding back my release with a sheer force of will. Thankfully, my punishing drives seem to do their job because it doesn't take long for Dani to start panting and her hands to start squeezing into fists against the wall. When I feel her cunt start pulsing around my length, I move one of my hands from her hip up to her hair, winding the soft strands around my fingers so I can tug her head back and press my lips to her cheek.
"Want to come, Dani?" I taunt. "Should I even let you? Or should I come in this pussy and make you walk away unsatisfied?"
"If you don't make me come, I swear toGod—"
But I don't let her finish because suddenly I'm moving my other hand around her hip and down to her clit, sliding my fingers across the drenched feel of her and propelling her into another orgasm when I bite into that spot on her neck. I canfeelher explode around me.
"Good girl," I groan into her skin when I feel her muscles ripple around my cock. "Come for me, just like that."
It feels like it takes minutes for her release to fade. At least, that's how long it feels like I have to hold my own back. I grit my teeth and continue fucking into her, wanting to wrench as much pleasure from her as possible before I give into my own.
Eventually, her muscles go limp. I take that as my sign that I can let go and give into the urges that have been screaming at me for the past ten minutes.
"Don't move," I growl in her ear. "I'm going to come and you're going to take it." And then I'm doing exactly that. I'm fucking into her and filling the condom that I suddenly wish wasn't between us.
When I eventually float back to earth, I realize we're both panting, trying to get our breaths back. Dani's slumped against the wall, and lets out a content hum when my hips finally slow. I can't stop myself from nuzzling into her neck.
"Perfect girl," I murmur without thinking.
I feel it the second the words snap her out of this haze. She doesn't necessarily pull away, but she seems to slip into something that seems almost like a façade.
She rolls her hips against mine and purrs, "Guess you weren't all talk after all."
I pull out of her with a wince. It only takes me a second to slip off and tie the condom, and by the time she turns around, I've already discarded it in the trash can in the corner of the closet.
Between the two of us, I'm the one wearing more clothes, but you'd never know that based on the level of confidence that Dani straightens with. Despite the fact that she's only wearing one boot and her jeans are hanging off one leg,she looks every bit the siren that I knew she'd be the second I spotted her.
Bending over to reach for her pants, she smoothly tugs them back on in one motion. Then she goes for her boot, laughing and saying, "I can't say I expected my Jesus lady photoshoot to end like this, but I'm not complaining."
I let out a snort. "I should hope not. You're the reason we're even in this closet."
She looks at me with a smirk. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy breaking the law with me.”
“On account of my fifth amendment rights, I refuse to answer that question.”
With her clothes fully righted, Dani starts to look a little restless. Like she's eager to get out of here. And before I can even attempt to slow her down—to ask for her number, her last name,anything—she's pushing the closet door open.
"Well, this was fun," she says without looking over her shoulder. "I'll see you around, pretty boy."
I'm too stunned by her sudden departure to go after her. When I realize that she's actually leaving, it takes me a second to right my own clothes and zip my pants back up. Then I'm ripping the classroom door open and rushing after her into the hallway.
Only, there's no one there. I'm left with only the echoes of the door to the stairwell slamming shut.
3
DANI
I blow into my parents’ house with my usual sense of confidence. “Hey, Mom,” I greet, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek as she makes dinner. “How was your day?”
“You mean my day of a retired stay-at-home mom with nothing to do?” She gives me a knowing chuckle, continuing to slice the vegetables she’s got on the cutting board in front of her.
I take a seat at the counter of their gorgeous, massive kitchen, quirking an eyebrow at her. “If you’re implying that I think you have nothing to do, I think you might just be getting defensive, Mother.”
Now it’s her eyebrow that rises. “Oh yeah? So youdon’tjudge me for not going back to work after you kids grew up?”
I keep my smile plastered on my face, despite the fact that I know she can see right through me—she’s a mom, of course she can read me like a book.