He leans back against the elevator wall as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “If you’ll recall, what I teach is ethical hacking. Something companies pay big money for, which is legitimate and legal.”
“You know half the people in your class are more interested in learning how to hack for reasons that aren’t legal.” The doors open, and I follow him out to the hall.
“I have no control over what the students do with the knowledge they pick up in class.”
I stare daggers at him as we make our way down the hall. How can he be so unaffected by this? It’s like he doesn’t care he’s doing something that could affect people negatively. It makes me wonder what he does with the information he finds. It can’t be anything good.
“You’re at the top of your field, Chase. You know as well as I do why these people show up.” He unlocks the door, and I follow him in. “You can call it whatever you want, but it comes down to—” His arms come around me then his lips are on mine, shredding every word I was about to say. My back’s against the wall, and his body’s pressing into mine. His whole, hard-muscled body.
Just like that, he has my pulse beating between my thighs. I curl my fingers around his waist, holding on while I tilt my hips to his. Oh yes, this is exactly what I need, what I’ve wanted for the last few hours.
His hand’s at my breast, squeezing, pinching my nipple so hard a bolt of excitement shoots straight to my brain.
“This damn dress,” he says against my lips. “It’s like waving a fucking flag, calling attention to your tits.” He rolls my nipple, tugging hard enough to make me whimper. “Every asshole around us has to have been following the damn neckline to check you out.”
I glance down at the pleats, confused at his words. Earlier I’d only seen them fanning out. But, after his comment, I can see where each fold leads the eye to my breasts. Gasp. Now I can’t unsee the leading lines, and his hand covering me. “I don’t care about anyone else,” I murmur.
He tugs again, making me arch my back away from the wall. “You’d care that my cock was hard for most of dinner. And I doubt I was the only one.”
Yes, there were several times where his gaze was centered on my breasts. There may have been a moment or two where my body was buzzing with excitement. But I didn’t give a second thought to anyone else in the restaurant, much less where they were looking.
“As hard as it is now?” I ask, shifting my hips.
“Hard enough to want to drag you over the table and find out how stiff these nipples were.” He cups both my breasts, taking quick kisses.
So he was paying attention. I open my lips, letting his tongue come find mine. We’re moving; his hands are on the zipper at the back of my dress. Cool air swipes at my heated skin. He’s pulling the straps down my arms then stops, our breaths mingling. The dress hits the floor, and he lifts me to take my nipple in his mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist. The heat is incredible, covering the sensitive skin. His teeth move along the top while his tongue comes from below, tasting me, making me drench my panties in the process.
He turns me around, moving us to the sitting area. I’m only aware because he brings me down with him to the couch. I’m on top of him, naked except for flimsy panties and the emerald shoes, while he’s still fully dressed. I brace my hands on the armrest while he’s enjoying my breasts. I move down, settling over the hard ridge and losing a shoe in the process.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, licking the underside of my breast.
“Yes,” I whisper, my own voice sounding unfamiliar.
“What do you want?” His velvety voice spurs my imagination. I wiggle my hips as I sit over his hips, letting him know what’s on my mind. “Uh-uh. I want to hear you say it.”
I lick my lips, drawing the words from somewhere deep inside me. “I want this hard, thick cock to make me scream.”
Chase
Jasmine bites her lips then the tip of her tongue comes out to separate them. “I want this hard, thick cock to make me scream.”
Holy fuck. That hadn’t even registered in a dream. I didn’t think I could get harder than when she’s rubbing her pussy over me.
I sit, scooping her up with me, and head for the bedroom. If I’d known she’d be so fucking uninhibited, I’d have left condoms throughout the suite. At arm’s length, anywhere I could bend her over the nearest piece of furniture. But little Jasmine had this part of her very well hidden.
I lay her on the bed, kneeling on either side of her thighs. She works the buttons; I pull the shirttails. Even with both of us it takes forever to get rid of everything. The cool air whispers across my aching cock. But I force myself to wait just one more minute. A vision this perfect should be admired. I run a finger along the edge of her underwear, slipping under the damp elastic. I follow the seam, enjoying the evidence of her desire. Her muscles tense as I explore the swollen flesh and slip between. My sweet little coed’s a bundle of surprises. I pull back, raising the panties. “Take this off,” I demand as I get the condom.
The little scrap of material barely clears her foot before I unceremoniously drag her knee up on the bed without a single protest on her part. Then I plunge in. Her body hugs every inch of my cock along the way, until I’m fully embedded. She sighs, letting me press into her to my heart’s content.
I stretch out over her, running my lips along the column of her neck. “Go on, my little coed.” I lick the spot under her ear. “Tell me how wrong I am to teach people.”
“Chase,” she groans, shifting her hips up to meet mine.
I pull out, but only for a second. “What was it you said? That I’m on top…” I thrust into her. “No, that’s not quite right. It’s that I’m at the top…” I thrust again. “Of my field.”
“I knew it.” She curls her fingers into my back. “I knew you did it on purpose.”
Of course, she’d figure it out. Discover why I teased her about her beliefs in front of the class. It was the only form of flirting, of foreplay, I had available.
“Mmmm,” I agree. “To get you going.” I bite the edge of her earlobe. “And have you thinking of me all day,” I say by the shell of her ear. “Did you?”
“Maybe,” she teases.
If she says anything else in that breathy voice I’ll be going full on. But she doesn’t. “Were you this wet?” I grind my hips into her.
“No. Well, I don’t think so,” she corrects.
“You’re telling me you didn’t touch yourself.”
“I didn’t think…” She bites her lips, doing her best to rock her hips under me. “Did you?”
She shouldn’t be asking if I did it, but how many times. Sometimes just the thought of the fire in her eyes was enough to get me hard. Nothing else. I’d end up stroking one out just to be able to think about something else. But I have only one answer for her. “Maybe.”
“You’re so wrong,” she says, digging her nails into my skin.
“Now, instead of being pissed at me, you’ll be thinking of this.” I pull out, leaving the head of my cock inside her, then dive in again. Her moan is enough to keep me going, rocking into her body. This is exactly what I wanted with her. The abandon of uninhibited sex and the promise of an incredible orgasm.