Page 369 of The Winslow Brothers

“I locked the door. My next class isn’t for another hour. And you still have forty minutes until yours.”

“But we said we were going to be good.”

“Oh, we’re still going to stick to the rules,” I tell her and reach up to grasp her hand in mine. I guide it to the apex of her thighs and use my other hand to slide her panties to the side so her fingers touch her clit. “Like I said, I won’t touch. I’m only going to watch.”

A little whimper leaves her lips, and I know she needs this just as much as I need to see her do it.

“Do it, Rachel. Show me how you pleasure yourself. But imagine it’s my mouth and my tongue and my cock while you do it.”

Slowly, hesitantly, she starts to rub her fingers against her clit, and the sight of it—the sight of her sitting on my desk with her legs spread and her hand between her thighs—is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.

“Fuck, I’m jealous of those fingers,” I whisper and brush my lips over the top of her still-moving hand.

She moans and cries out, but she doesn’t stop. She keeps touching herself, picking up the pace, but at the same time, not going so fast that she can’t savor the buildup.

Yes, the buildup. That sweet fucking buildup.

I reach up with gentle fingers, and without touching her directly, I undo the first four buttons of her silk blouse. Her shirt falls open just enough to reveal the matching silk and lace white bra to her panties.

But it’s not enough.

I need more. I need her tofeelthe illicitness of this moment.

With a capped pen from my desk, I use it to slide the material of her bra down her breasts until both are visible for me. Her pink nipples are hard, and the movement of her now-erratic breaths pushes her chest closer to me.

“Damn, I want to suck on these,” I whisper and stand up to hover my lips over each of her breasts. Still not touching, but close enough that she can feel the warmth of my mouth.

“Ty,” she whimpers again, and I know she’s close.

“Keep going, baby,” I whisper in her ear, still making sure no part of my body touches hers. “Push yourself over the edge for me.”

Her eyes fall closed and her head falls back, and her gorgeous brown locks are a wave of beauty over her shoulders. Her handstays busy between her thighs, two fingers rubbing along her clit, and occasionally one finger finds itself inside her.

She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Vulnerable but aroused. In control but pushing herself to lose control.

It is the best fantasy that I’ve never been creative enough to imagine on my own.

The moment her orgasm starts to consume her body, she leans forward and buries her face in my dress shirt, using my chest to muffle her moans.

It’s only then that I let myself give in to the need to touch her. Arms around her back, I pull her body tight to mine and give her a few quiet moments to come down from the high.

Once her breaths are back to normal and I don’t feel the pounding of her pulse at her neck, I lean back to slide her breasts back into her bra and button up her silk blouse. I even reach down and put her panties back in place.

She sits there as I work, half smiling but still a little dazed.

“What about you?” she asks and glances down to my pants, where my cock is raging.

“What about me?”

This isn’t a tit-for-tat situation. This was air, water, and shelter. This was a thing I needed for life.

“I got exactly what I needed…for now.”

Tomorrow is a whole different story.

I help her off my desk and not-so-discreetly squeeze her ass in the process. “So, what time do we officially get to stop being good? I want to make sure I enter it accurately into my calendar.”

“You already know this.” She giggles. “Afterour last classes.”

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