Page 63 of Necessary Roughness
Fuck. Now I want to break my rule. Wait, how would you send the selfies? Your phone doesn’t have a camera.
Damnit. You got me. You’ll just have to use your imagination. Unless you’re free this afternoon?
I wish. I’ve got a tight schedule on Mondays.
I’ve got something else tight for you, whenever you get some free time ;-)
He groaned softly, then shoved the note in his pocket as the professor passed out a quiz.
I had no problem with the quiz since I already knew this material like the back of my hand. I was one of the first to finish it, which meant I was the first to pack up my bag, drop the sheet off on the professor’s desk, and walk out of class.
I was halfway down the hall when Knox called out, “Hey! Wait up!” The tall quarterback was jogging toward me.
“Surprised you finished so quickly, since you weren’t paying attention to the lecture,” I teased.
“Vermeer, Rembrandt, van Loo. I did all my studying ahead of time. I get the notes from the professor before class, remember?”
“Feels like cheating,” I said.
He gave me a sideways glance. “I still have to study the material. I actually finished the quizbeforeyou, but I was stalling to wait until you were done.”
“Oh? So you could walk me to class?”
“Actually…”
Knox took my hand, then pulled me into a stairwell. I felt a thrill of excitement as he led me up to the second floor, out into a hallway, then into the second classroom on the left. It was dark and empty.
“You said you have something tight for me?” His voice was hardly more than a deep whisper as he locked the door.
I bit my lip. “In here?” I glanced at my watch. “We might have enough time to go back to my place…”
“Fuck that,” he growled, pushing me up against the wall. “I’m taking you rightnow.”
My protests died on my tongue as Knox kissed me hard. He pushed his leg between my thighs, widening my stance, his hand quickly touching me through my jeans.
“Ohh…” I moaned as he moved his kiss to the side of my neck.
My body surged upward with need as he rubbed my pussy through my clothes, but it wasn’t enough. I reached down to unbutton myself, but then he dropped to his knees and did it for me, unzipping my jeans and tugging them—and my panties—down.
I sighed as he stood up and kissed me again, his two fingers sliding up and into my wet heat.
“God, you’re soaked,” he groaned into my mouth.
“I was drenched as soon as you mentioned hooking up tonight,” I replied, grabbing his hard length through his jeans and giving it a squeeze.
The noise he made was music to my ears, but it didn’t last long. Knox dropped his pants, spun me around, and pressed me up against the wall. I heard the familiar foil wrapper of a condom, and then felt his tip pressing up into my swollen lips.
“Hurry,” I begged. I needed him so badly. “Please.”
Knox groaned with desire as he pushed into me from behind. One inch, then two, then suddenly he was gripping my hip with a palm that normally held a football andthrustingforward, giving me every bit of him.
Our moans mingled in the dark classroom.
Then he was fucking me,trulyfucking me, slamming his cock into me like there was no time to waste. The urgency in his movements turned me on in new, unexpected ways, along with the public nature of our sexual rendezvous. Even though the door was locked, it felt like anyone could walk in without warning. Classes were going to change any minute. If a professor came and unlocked the door…
I stopped caring as he wrapped an arm around my chest, holding me close while pistoning into me. The only thing I could think about was just how good he felt, slamming into my pussy,hitting the G-spot on my forward wall, almost too intense for me to handle.
Almost.
