Page 21 of Tenure

I’m going to lose my job.

I tap my forehead to the tile and try to ignore the obnoxiously loud voice screaming at me that it would be worth it.

I hear a noise and stiffen, slowly turning my head to see Kiernan shutting the door behind her, her hands behind her back, as she leans against it with her bottom lip sucked in.

She stares at my face for a minute before her eyes drop to my cock, her mouth falling open a little, before she seems to steel herself, grabs the hem of my shirt, and pulls it over her head letting it drop to the floor.

My guts fall all over the floor along with it.

She’s pale, slender and smooth, and entirely unblemished and I want to mark every fucking inch of her with myteeth.Her breasts are small, barely a handful, brown nipples tightening into dappled peaks as we stare at each other, chests heaving.

She walks towards me, hips swaying, eyes on mine, face full of nerves again, and I resist the urge to smack her.

Confidence. Where’s your fucking confidence?

I reach behind me and turn down the temperature as she steps in so it doesn’t scald her. She’s so close my skin is humming, cock kicking, but she seems skittish, and I can’t help but worry.

“Kiernan . . . are you okay?” I ask.

She looks up at me, her expression almost pissed.

“I’m fine.”

“About last night . . . I—”

“Nothing happened. I said I’m fine.”

Her tone is snippy and curt, and my nostrils flare as my eyes track the rivulets of water running down her neck, breasts, belly . . .

“Then why are you so fucking nervous?”

She reaches out and wraps her hand tightly around my cock, and I suck in a breath. She tugs, forcing me to step forward, our bodies pressed together.

“I’m not,” she says, and then she grabs the back of my neck with her other hand and yanks me down, kissing me as hard as she can while squeezing my cock hard enough to make me grunt.

There’s my girl.

I shove her into the wall, her naked back against the tile, my cock so close to her slit I can feel the heat radiating out of her.

“Oh, you’redefinitelynervous,” I say, “but it’s too late now.”

I’m going to eat you alive.

16

Kiernan

I’m in a free fall.

He’s alarmingly fit for a professor, his broad shoulders and trim hips setting off a funny kind of whistling noise in my head. But hisdick . . .SJ always made it sound kind of disappointing, when you actually see one in person. But goddamn if his doesn’t have my mouth going dry.

And then I’m backed into a corner as his lips are pulling on my neck, his hands roaming everywhere, hips pinning me to the wall . . . I reach up and grip his shoulders, his muscles bunching and clenching as he bends and his mouth glides towards my nipple, sucking it in and nipping it—hard. I yelp and he grips my chin, standing up again and towering over me, forcing my head back so I have to look at him.

I can’t help it. I stand up on my tiptoes and try to kiss him. Iwantto kiss him again.

He yanks my head back again, harder this time. “No.”

I glare at him, temper rising. The truth is, Iamnervous, and his mouth on mine is soothing. Fierce,demanding,but soothing. This? His teeth on my skin— on my nipples—and his hands on my body, naked with someone for the first time . . . It has me chock full of anxiety, even as my pussy aches for him, giving me away.

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