Page 41 of Kept

I let my hands roam, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and touching the hard planes of his chest and shoulders. His skin was hot under my hands, smooth as silk, the muscles beneath taut like iron.

My hips rocked forward, feeling the hard, thick length of him against my jeans, and I was suddenly very sure that I wanted more than just kissing. Vincent groaned against my lips when I ground against him, and my hands dropped to unbuckle his belt.

He caught my wrists before I could get much further than that. “You don’t have to fuck me for it,” he said, but his eyes were half-lidded and gleaming.

“I’m not fucking you to say thank you,” I said, popping the button. “The kiss was my thank you. I’m doing it because I want you.”

I slid off his lap and slipped out of my boots, waiting for him to tell me no. He didn’t say anything when I unzipped my jeans and slid them down over my hips, joining my boots in a pile on the floor.

I stood over him and unzipped his own pants the rest of the way. The only time I allowed him to move his hands was to pull them down, just enough to let his cock spring free.

My stomach flipped at the sight of it, the long length and perfect thickness.

I stroked the silky underside, drawing a soft groan from Vincent, and wrapped my fingers around him. I kissed him while I stroked, running my fingers over the head and catching a bead of liquid.

“Do you have a condom?” I whispered breathlessly, my muscles tense with the desire to be on him right then and there.

He shook his head, shut me up with another crushing kiss, and I thoughtfuck it. He wasn’t stopping me, and I was on birth control. If he really wanted to play it safe, he’d just push me away before I straddled him again-

Vincent hooked his thumbs in my panties and ripped them down, then drew me forward with rough hands. I seated myself firmly back in his lap, gasping at the sensation of his cock against my already-wet pussy.

He picked me up by my hips and lifted me, and I adjusted him so he was poised against my entrance, my heart in my throat.

His cock slid in inch by inch as Vincent lowered me back down. I clutched the open edges of his shirt, moaning as I stretched around him.

When he’d bottomed out, filling every part of me, I slowly rocked forward. He was so big, and I was half-afraid having him this deep was going to hurt. My clit ground against the base of his hard stomach, sending hot zings of pleasure through every one of my nerves.

The chair rolled backwards and bumped into the wall as my hips moved. We both completely ignored the squeal of leather against plaster as I rode him faster, rising up just to sink back down on him.

Vincent bit his lip and released it, and I clenched around him, this close to coming just from the sight of it. The tip of my tongue traced his lips, the swollen flesh he’d bitten, and caught his in a slick tangle.

The heat in my abdomen grew until my back arched. He kept me in place, grinding me down on his cock relentlessly. I didn’t think, just mindlessly yanked my shirt up over my head, and Vincent released me just long enough to unclasp my bra.

A loud groan escaped me when he pulled me closer and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue against me. My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving vivid crescent moon marks, and I felt another spasm when his teeth grazed my nipple, but not hard enough to hurt.

The squeak of the chair against the wall must’ve been deafeningly loud, but all I heard was Vincent’s growls as his cock hardened inside me.

When I came, my entire body locked up like a vise and my mind went blank, temporarily blasted to pieces. I slammed down on him and he raised his head to kiss me, swallowing the sounds of my cries before anyone else could hear.

He followed me over that edge only a moment later, his hips flexing and pumping upwards. His cock pulsed inside me as he released himself, fingers leaving bruises on my skin.

I slowly came down from the high, leaning forward to rest my head on his shoulder. Vincent’s fingers traced small circles on my naked thighs, and for a moment it was almost like we were equals. It was almost easy to forget why I was here in his office, in a position I never should’ve been in in the first place.

Eventually I looked up, almost afraid of what I’d see in his face. Now that I’d finally given him everything I was worth to them, would there be dismissal there? Thank you, Pet, you’ve served your purpose, now get off and get out?

His brown eyes were warmer than ever and his hair was mussed by my fingers. I smoothed it back into place as he stroked my legs, afraid to be the first one to speak and break this spell.

Vincent’s expression grew more closed-off the longer he looked at me. I couldn’t help but wonder if he regretted this, if he’d always meant to keep me on his hook without me acting for myself and my own desires.

Instead of pushing me away, he kissed me again, threading his hands through my hair. I didn’t break it until the chime of the bells filled the school, announcing the end of the afternoon.

He pressed his thumb against my lower lip. “You kiss like you’re starving for it.”

It was impossible not to smile even though I was mostly puzzled. “Who wouldn’t?”

He didn’t smile back, his gaze assessing and serious, and Alyssa Pelletier popped into my head unbidden. Rachelle had said it ended badly, became the stuff of campus legend.

Maybe she was cold as ice for all her beauty. It was impossible to understand how someone could kiss Vincent and not feel it searing every cell in their body.

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