“You don’t know how glad that makes me,” he says, still holding me tight. “You seeing anyone, Janie?”
“What? Oh, no, there’s no one.”
“Thank fuck.” With that, he cups my face and kisses me.
It’s not a gentle, sweet, seductive kiss. It’s an all-out assault on my senses. He devours me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth to slide against mine. I meet him stroke for stroke, and he rewards me with a growl. His hands slide over my shoulders and down my back until he grips my bottom. He squeezes and presses me to him. There’s no denying his hard length when he tilts his hips against me.
So good. It’s so damn good. How long has it been since a man’s touched me like this? I’ve had a handful of dates, but none went further than a kiss and a grope or two. But this, him, Kevin… my body is on high alert. He squeezes my ass and grinds his dick against me again, and I instinctively lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist.
Instantly, his erection is pressed to my core. My panties are already wet, and I’m sure he can feel it through his pants, but I don’t care. I want him to keep rubbing against me. I could come like this, like a horny teenager dry-humping on my parents’ couch.
“Fuck, Janie. You feel so damn good.” His lips leave my mouth and trail down my throat to nibble on my collarbone.
He sets me down on the edge of my desk but doesn’t move away. One large hand slides between our bodies, and his fingers pull the elastic of my practical cotton panties aside. He dips a finger into me. “You’re soaked, baby. This all for me?”
I make some nonsensical sound that isn’t quite a word as his finger pumps in and out of me, and his lips continue their seductive exploration of my neck.
His thumb circles my clit slowly, and he inserts a second finger into my pussy. His thumb continues its slow assault on my bundle of nerves while his fingers fuck in and out of me. Oh, God, I’m going to come, right here on my desk. Two seconds later, I explode around him, crying out his name and clinging to his shoulders.
When I can finally string a semi-coherent thought together, I reach behind, open the top drawer of my desk, pull out a condom, and hand it to him.
He raises an eyebrow. “Should I ask?”
I shrug. “High school teacher. I’d rather they be prepared,” I say, working on his belt and zipper.
I reach in and pull him out, then slide my hand up and down his hard cock. God, I’ve missed his dick. Nothing can compare. I’ve tried so many dildos, it’s a wonder they haven’t created a dildo-of-the-month club just for me.
He pulls himself from my hand and slides the condom down his length before pushing into me with one solid thrust. We both gasp at the sensation. “I want to go slow, Janie, but I can’t. I need to fuck you, baby. Fuck you hard.”
“Yes, please do that.”
He doesn’t wait for me to say anything else. He slams into me, and it feels incredible.
“Yeah, there it is. You feel so good. This pussy is mine. Only mine.”
Yes!Only his.
He knows how to angle himself to hit that miraculous spot inside me. Immediately, another climax starts building. He plays my body like a maestro, knowing precisely where to touch me to bring me earth-shattering pleasure. He pulls me to him and kisses me again, his tongue mimicking his cock. I kiss him back with everything I have.
“I need you to come, baby,” he says, his deep voice tight and low. Again, he strums his thumb against my clit.
“Oh, God, oh God,” I chant. “Kevin, I’m going to come.”
“Good, baby. Come all over me. Come all over my cock.”
And I do, this one lasting longer and shuddering through me more powerfully than the last one. Two more thrusts, and he growls his release into my hair.
“Janie,” he groans.
Then he pulls me to him and kisses my head. He’s quiet for several moments, and we stay like that, with him still inside me.
“Would you believe me if I told you this is not why I came here today?” he asks.
I chuckle.
He pulls out and disposes of the condom. Then he refastens his pants and forks his fingers through his hair. “Shit, Janie, I didn’t mean to accost you on your desk. And we’re at a school.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”
I hop down from my desk and straightened my clothes. The heat from my blush creeps up my neck to settle in my cheeks. I just had sex on my desk. And I instigated it. I handed him a condom and undid his pants.