I DID DO those things. I licked frosting off her peachy smooth collar bone and fled the scene in terror when I realized how much I like her, how much power that gives her to hurt me. “Well,” I respond. “Did you save any frosting? For licking purposes?”
“Are we actually going to do this or are you going to leave me with blue ovaries again?”
“Blue ovaries?”
She snorts. “Men get blue balls. I want an equivalent thing for when a man gets me all lathered up and then sneaks away.”
I close my eyes and swallow. “I vow to leave you fully satisfied if you give me another opportunity.”
“I’ll text you my address.” She hangs up the phone and I stare at it as a message comes through with her info.
I’m not sure how long I stare at the phone before Leo and Doug strut into my classroom. Doug actually has a bag of popcorn and Leo raises a brow at me. “Did you take care of it?”
I nod. “She…sort of commanded me to come to her house later. Is that normal?”
Doug nods while Leo shakes his head. “Nothing about this is normal, hombre.”
Doug talks around a mouthful of popcorn. “Just bring her something, man. Flowers or chocolate.” He shrugs. “Amy always appreciates a frozen margarita.”
I look at my watch. “You think I should show up at her house with alcohol?” Both Leo and Doug nod. I sigh. “I’m going to mess this up again. I should just cancel. Send her some apology beer.”
“No,” Doug and Leo shout at the same time. Doug hands Leo the popcorn and clasps my shoulders. “AJ. Adriel. Do not cancel. Stop and grab a bottle of Prosecco. Take it to her at her house. Go.”
I nod and stand up, grabbing my bag stuffed with all the papers and tests I need to grade this weekend. Obviously, I wasn’t able to concentrate enough to do so last night. Leo pulls a tin of mints from his pockets and opens it. I grab two and crunch them. I swallow and leave my friends. In my mania, I neglect to stop at the liquor store and as I stand on Samantha’s stoop I debate running away again to go get the booze.
Before I can complete that set of mental gymnastics, the door flies inward and I’m being hauled inside by my tie.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” Samantha says, tugging my tie for emphasis as she kicks her door shut. My eyes widen. “You are absolutely not leaving here until I come. Last night was just plain rude and it’s not fair to leave a woman in that sort of state.”
She releases my tie and I stare at her. “I apologize,” I mutter. “I fully intend to—well I can do better. By you. In terms of orgasms.”
Samantha rolls her eyes. “Is this you groveling?” Her annoyance triggers whatever force last night allowed me to manhandle her in that office.
“You’re always swinging that big tech energy at me,” I growl, backing her into her living room. I spot a couch over her shoulder and steer us toward it until her ass hits the back of the leather upholstery.
She stares at my crotch and licks her lips and only then do I begin to pay attention to how fucking hard I am for her. My dick is throbbing inside my pants. I can practically feel the scratch of the zipper through my boxer briefs and I move a hand to open my fly, just to relieve the pressure.
Samantha likes this. I can tell by the way her breathing increases…and also because she bunches up her skirt and spreads her legs wide. “God, AJ, yes. I need you to fuck me with that thing.”
I have my dick in my hand now, giving myself slow tugs as I stare at her, watch her practically beg me to invade her. How long has it been since I found relief from anyone other than my own hand? I groan as she lifts her skirt.
She adjusts her hips, spreading her legs more so I can stand between them. “You were fucking teasing me in that hallway,” I grit out, my fingertip stroking her upper thighs. I skirt the area of her panties, never touching them. Teasing as her breath increases.
“I did no such thing,” she pants. She digs her fingers into my shoulders, waiting.
“Mmm hmm, you did.” I skate the pad of my finger along the seam of her panties and she moans. I feel a surge of heat and wetness and my cock jerks in response. “Your skirt fell open while you squatted on the floor, picking up cake.” I drag my fingers near her clit while I talk and she leans back, her spine curving like a comma. “Admit it, tease.” I bend over her, my mouth close to her ear.
“I wanted you to look at me,” she whimpers, and as soon as she says so, I slide a finger inside her panties. “Holy shit,” she moans. She clamps around my finger and groans as I press a thumb against her clit. She is all softness and scalding heat as she begins to writhe beneath my touch. I love how it feels to make her feel good.
“Ooooohhh, god. How are you so good at this?”
“You like that?” I arch a brow, a little surprised that my fingers can bring her this much pleasure.
Samantha grabs my cheeks in both palms. “You better keep doing what you’re doing, Trachtenberg.”
I grin. Her eyes glitter in the afternoon sunlight and the next thing I know she’s kissing me. I respond thrust for thrust, my tongue matching the rhythm of my finger as I stroke her until the dam bursts.
Samantha bucks her hips and nearly falls over the couch. I feel like an orchid, my limbs wrapped around her awkwardly as I try to hold us both up and keep from hitting the ground as she comes all over my hand.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I hiss, nibbling at her collar bone as she comes. I already feel better about damn near everything.
Samantha’s pupils are huge, her movements languid as I slide my hand out of her body. Her mouth hangs open and she smiles. “AJ Trachtenberg,” she slurs. “Sex expert.” Still half slumped over the couch, Samantha runs her hands along my chest.
My hands fumble in my pants pockets, seeking my wallet and the lone condom that only lives in there because the school nurse handed them out to all the faculty at a training. I say a quick prayer that whatever brand the public schools purchased in bulk is effective and I roll the condom on as Samantha yanks my tie again.
She grabs the wrapper from my hand and throws it, and then her hand is on my cock, guiding it toward her wet heat. I think I black out from the pleasure as she shoves me inside her. I grip her shoulders and thrust. I feel the bare mound of her pussy against my pubic hair and I grunt like a caveman, rutting against her without withdrawing.
She loves the friction of that move. I feel the flutter of her muscles gripping me tighter, and so I continue hammering against her. I’m ramming her against the edge of the couch now, probably bruising her ass cheeks, but I’m beyond caring. “I didn’t know it would feel this good,” I groan.
Samantha starts moaning and biting whatever she can get her teeth on. She bites my ear and my nose before she clamps down on my tongue and I yelp in pain. Startled, I pull out and stare at her. “I don’t think so.” Overcome with a surge of emotion, I spin her around and pin her hands down to the frame of the couch with mine. “Keep them there,” I say, using one of my hands to line myself back up as I toss her skirts up with the other. I slam into her from behind, staring at her ass jiggling with the force of my intrusion.
This sex is hot and dirty and totally unlike me, and I don’t even care because it feels so damned good. Samantha shakes her head, tossing her blonde hair. I feel the silken strands of it brush against my arm and I gather it up in one hand, lazily tugging on it as I fuck her. She moans. “You like that?” I tug harder and she groans, louder this time. “Sshhh,” I hiss against her ear. I lean over her, putting my full weight on her back as she’s bent over the sofa.
Sam keeps moaning louder, so I cover her mouth with my palm, half worrying she’ll bite my hand, half hoping she’ll leave a mark. I feel her breath against me, coming in short bursts, and then she starts thrusting her hips back to meet mine as I ram into her faster and faster. I hear the sounds of our bodies slapping together in the living room, and I smell her arousal mixed with the latex and my own pre-cum. It’s a buffet of senses and as I feel her white teeth sink into my calloused hand, I know I’m nearly gone.
I reach around Samantha’s hip and find her clit again, burying my fingers in her folds and swirling in the rhythm that drove her mad the last time. I press my lips to the place where her shoulder meets her neck as I press my thumb into her clit and together, we topple over the edge of bliss. “I can feel you,” she pants. “I feel you filling me up inside.”
I’m spurting like mad, mildly concerned I’ll overflow the condom with pent up desire. And then I’m drowning in the aftermath of bliss. My senses dull and I practically fall asleep, still inside her, still half hard. I feel her ribs expanding beneath me as Samantha draws deep breaths, also trying to recover.
Eventually, I slide my hands from her mouth and hip, letting my fingertips graze her ass one last time. I commit the sight to memory, the round globes of her backside as my wet cock slides out of her body.
Sam turns around, using her forearm to brush her hair back from her face. What we just did felt powerful, a surge of relief mixed with a heady danger. Emotionally, I cannot afford trysts with beautiful, wealthy women. Not anymore. But she looks sated and perfect and I know without a doubt that she has the power to destroy me. I pull off the condom as I stare at her, terrified.
She bites her lip and looks at me, concerned, and asks, “Am I going to get pinkeye?”