The tip of her tongue swipes at the center of her lips. “Chase.”
It’s a big change from the idealistic young woman who challenged me in class. I manage a smile, to help put her at ease. I turn my chair fully and cross my legs. Not that it’ll do much to hide the throbbing arousal. After the viewing and the bidding and the winning, I’m more than ready to claim every inch of my delectable prize. “You can come closer. That’s part of this arrangement,” I remind her, so we keep things businesslike.
Her blush deepens. She pinches the skirt and picks it up enough to take a few tentative steps. Her shoes brush against the transparent material, and I smile. Yeah, the guy with the foot fetish might have something. This woman is a vision, from head to tantalizing, twenty-thousand-dollar toes.
Despite venturing into the unknown, she’s moving forward with the fortitude I expected. How many times did I get lost in those big brown eyes? How many times did I go over our debates? Enough that I found ways to stoke the fire in those eyes, so I’d have another memory to take with me. At some point, I realized I was hard as nails. What did the MC say, an eleven on the Mohs scale? It bothered me enough to stop and wonder why I’m so attracted to a woman when I’d been thinking of proposing to another—for all the wrong reasons.
Jasmine reaches the end of the desk and waits to be called on, like a good little student. One of the few coeds who didn’t try to track me down during office hours. It was for the best, because I spent too much time thinking about having her pinned under me on that damn desk. It got to where every time someone knocked on my door, and I looked up to find it wasn’t her, I was disappointed.
“I thought you…” Her voice drifts away.
She’s trying not to bring up Brittney. Her morals won’t let her go forward if she thinks I’m with someone. That’s fine. I’m prepared for the question, since one of her industrious classmates dug up a long-forgotten social media post from my then girlfriend. One she shouldn’t have posted in the first place.
“It didn’t work out,” I cut in, not letting her continue down that line of questioning. In fact, I’d do well never to think of it again.
Some of the stiffness goes out of her shoulders.
“Sit down.” I pat the edge of the desk in front of me.
Her perfume, something warm and subtle, stirs my senses, reminding me she’s a woman, one I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to get. My cock gets even harder.
She steps around the sturdy desk, sets her palms at the edge, and slides her delectable ass onto the thick wooden plank. After a bit of adjusting, she settles into place.
“Not used to a thong,” she murmurs, her fingertips going to her face. She stops, giving a nervous chuckle when her fingers don’t find the frames usually sitting on her nose.
“Relax. You don’t have to be nervous.”
“Easy for you to say”—she gives a wry smile—“when you’re not the one sitting with a slab of wood under your bare butt.”
“No, I’m not sitting on wood.” I let the rest go. It takes my little virgin a full three seconds to have the words register.
Her gaze dashes away from my face, her smile blooming through. She focuses on my chest, at the spot where my shirt’s open, showing my skin. She doesn’t disappoint as a second later she’s making her way down to my waist then lower. Good, that’s exactly where I need her mind to go. Her lips soften. Mmm, I’ve spent days thinking about that mouth and what I’d have it doing. Most of those images would probably shock the hell out of her.
Her right shoe slips off, hitting the floor mat and breaking the spell. She glances up, catching my gaze expectantly. I’m not sure if I groaned out loud.
I straighten, putting my leg down as I take her foot, setting it on the chair between my knees. Does she know how much the bids jumped at the end? That each toe is a two-thousand-dollar investment in this venture? I slip off the high heeled sandal and toss it aside.
Then, using her leg as an anchor, I swivel until I’m I have her knees on either side of me. The folds on the skirt separate, giving a view of her thighs, all the way to where the diamond disappears into a thin white line between her legs.
What she’s wearing is both arousing and frustrating. I’m sure it’s intentionally so.
The curve of her hip is visible yet covered. Even though I could touch her, it’s not her skin I’d feel. And though the outline of her nipple is clearly defined, if I was to set my mouth on it, the damn layers wouldn’t let me taste her.
“I have to admit,” she whispers, “I didn’t expect—”
To hell with what she expected. I cup the back of her neck and pull her forward, crushing her lips to mine. They’re pliant, letting me take the lead, and the kiss, where I want. Finally, I can savor the taste of her, learn the shape and fullness of her lips with the tip of my tongue. Savor the recesses of her mouth.
Her hand is in my hair, and she’s intent on more, stoking the heat building between us. When I finally let up, she’s breathing hard. Leaning down from her perch enough to meet me as I sit in the chair. The weight of her breasts is putting the thin layers across her chest to the test. It won’t take much more to have the side that’s off the shoulder end up mouthwateringly bare.
“I’ve never done this,” she whispers.
Silly girl. Then it sinks in, my pretty little coed has never been kissed. “That’s okay, Jasmine, I’ve never kissed a virgin.” I brush my lips across hers. It’s the truth. Even as a teenager, I wasn’t the one giving chase. And I was more than willing to learn from their experience.
She gives a hesitant smile. “I suppose that doesn’t come as a surprise.”
I clamp my lips over her hard nipple, sucking through the material, despite my knowing I won’t get the taste of it.
Jasmine gasps, I shoot my gaze up to see her. The astonishment in her expression fuels my need. I suck again, hard, letting my cheeks cave in so she can see what I’m doing. Her back arches ever so slightly, bringing her closer.
I flick the hard tip then slip to run my tongue along the single layer running between her breasts. She’s fascinated. I’m ready to tear the gown off her so I can get what I want. But I exercise control. I’ve thought about this too long not to enjoy the journey.
“I’ve never wanted to touch what I can see as much as I do now.” I run my fingers on the edge of the double layers. She’s holding her breath as I tease her, stroking to the edge of the material. Her nipple is barely covered now. I cup the full curves, imagining how the bare skin would feel against my hands, against my chest, against my balls.
“You know what else I’ve never done?” I murmur in a gravelly voice. I let a few seconds tick by as her gaze roams my face. “I’ve never tasted virgin pussy.”
She draws in a breath, and her knees press against my rib cage.
“But I’m about to.”
9
Jasmine
My breath catches in my throat. I know exactly what he’s going to do, or at least the general mechanics of what he’s planning. What’s surprising is the way my body’s reacting. I thought the banter between us in class slanted toward thrilling. But my imagination couldn’t stretch enough for me to include this.