I’d fully intended to convince her we needed to continue seeing each other beyond the tutoring sessions. I’m not looking for a relationship or anything, but we can’t deny that we share a connection. One I want to explore further.
And then the woman had to go and reject me. Treat me like some dumb little kid who wanted something he thought he couldn’t have.
That pissed me right off.
I kissed her out of anger, and she eagerly responded. I heard that little whimper low in the back of her throat. How her lips parted easily for my tongue. She kissed me back, damn it.
She wanted it.
She wanted me.
“Knox,” she starts, tilting her head back, her dark eyes meeting mine. I wait, my hands resting lightly on her waist, my entire body coiled tight, waiting for her to tell me no.
The second that word passes her lips, I’m done. I’m out of here. I won’t force myself on a woman, despite feeling like I did just that only minutes ago.
I’m a shit. But damn it, I’m so fucking into her, even when she’s rejecting my ass, and it’s blowing my mind that she doesn’t feel the same way about me.
“What?” I press my forehead against hers, staring into those fathomless dark eyes, wanting her to feel how she affects me. I grab hold of her right hand and drag it over, so it rests in the dead center of my chest. Over my rapidly beating heart. “That’s what you do to me, Jo Jo. I know you want this too.”
She curls her fingers into the fabric of my sweatshirt, bunching it into her palm before she lets go, her fingers circling around my wrist and bringing my hand toward her. My hand splays across her chest, fingers slipping beneath the open collar of her button-up shirt, touching smooth, bare skin.
Fuck, I don’t ever want to stop touching her.
Her heart races beneath my palm, the steady rhythm matching my own. I slide my hand deeper into her shirt, my fingertips skimming the lacy strap of her bra, and I swallow hard.
“That’s what you do to me,” she whispers, guiding my hand downward, until my fingers graze the front of her bra, the soft curve of her tit. Her nipple is hard beneath the lace and I touch it. Barely.
She softly exhales, her eyelids wavering, and a full-body tremble moves through her. Just from me touching her nipple.
It’s fucking on after that. I’m all over her, my mouth never leaving hers as my hands shift out of her shirt to grab hold of her waist. Somehow, I maneuver us into one of the chairs, my ass collapsing into the seat, our mouths still fused as she tumbles onto my lap. She’s straddling me, much like she did last time we were in this room, though with much more enthusiasm.
I keep hold of her waist, dragging her back and forth across my hard cock. I’m wearing sweats. No boxer briefs.Free ballin’ it, as I used to say when I was like, twelve, and thought I was hilarious.
Best idea I’ve had in what feels like years. It would take nothing to free myself. For her to slip her hand beneath my joggers and touch me…
“Oh God,” she gasps when I break away from her lush mouth to rain kisses down the length of her neck, my hands still shifting her against me. “Don’t stop.”
Like I’d stop. I’m not an idiot.
I reach for the front of her shirt, fumbling in my eagerness to get her naked as I undo each button. I pull away from her neck, wanting to watch as I unwrap her like a present, the air lodged in my throat as I take in all of that creamy skin I’ve exposed. Her bra is the palest pink, the front of it constructed of nothing but lace, which means I can see her nipples. They’re hard. Practically begging for my mouth.
Leaning forward, I press my face between her tits, breathing her in. She smells like heaven. Feels like it too.
I can’t get enough of her.
Blindly, I skim my fingers around her back, undoing her bra. The cups come loose and I pull away slightly, so I can shove them upward, exposing her completely.
She’s panting, her tits rising and falling fast. Is that ink I see, just below her right breast? A strangled noise leaves her and I lift my gaze to hers to find she’s watching me, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. Silently giving me encouragement to continue exploring.
I breathe across one nipple, watching as the dark pink skin tightens. I do the same to the other one, pleasure rippling through me when she sinks her fingers into the hair at the back of my head, holding me to her. As if she’s still afraid I’m going to take off.
Darting out my tongue, I lick one nipple. Just a quick swipe.
Teasing her.
She doesn’t move. She doesn’t so much as breathe. The anticipation builds, the air laced with tension, and I trace my fingers down her spine.
I lick her nipple again. Firmer this time, using more pressure. Covering more ground. I circle the bit of flesh slowly. Once. Twice, before I draw it into my mouth and suck it deep.