Crazy in Love - Lane Hart Page 0,19

last night, my entire body seems to melt into his. There’s only him, his warmth, his cool minty scent, his…wow, his brick shaped hardness against my thigh. Taking Josie’s advice, I lower my arms to wrap them around his waist before one of my palms slips down to his left butt cheek and give it a hardy squeeze.

Jesus Christ.

The move causes his hips to thrust forward making me want to climb up on his lap to feel his thick erection between my legs. And, God, his bum is so tight and muscular that between it, his hard cock and his tongue sweeping over mine, my panties instantly become damp.

So what if this plan involves a little deception. In the end, it’s worth it to make this happen, for us to share a lifetime of happiness together. Just imagining it nearly has me turning cartwheels, but my mouth is sort of busy right now, and Gage kisses too good to stop for acrobatics.

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Gage

Having not been with a woman for seven or so months, and only surviving by masturbating to the thoughts of the woman currently kissing me, it’s very possible that a little more friction with Reagan’s thigh and I could ejaculate inside my pants. Which would be bad since I have a class to stand in front of and teach in an hour.

Actually, I should be offended or insulted that Reagan’s practically dry humping my leg for a better grade. Maybe later I will be after I’ve jerked off to these memories. But right now it feels too fucking good to make her stop.

Ethically I know I should’ve refused and pushed her away. And if it were some slutty little sorority girl I would have. But for the woman I’ve lusted after from afar for months? Never in a million years could I reject her. The semester is coming to an end, and then she’s gone, the one reason I get out of bed in the mornings, to see her in my class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and every afternoon at three in the courtyard.

So, if she’s this…intent on working for her passing grade, I would be an idiot to tell her it’s unnecessary and miss out on her touching me, kissing me, easing the ache she’s caused me for so long.

Ah, fuck, my office door is still unlocked.

Reagan’s light as a feather when I grab the back of her thighs to pick her up and switch our positions, sitting her on the top of my desk, before breaking our kiss. I leave her sitting there with lust-filled, questioning eyes while I walk across the room with the front my pants tenting to turn the lock on the door. When she stares at my bulge on the way back to her, I should feel embarrassed, but I’m not. I want her to see the proof of my need for her after hiding it for so damn long.

One thing is for certain, I’m not gonna fuck her. Not until she’s no longer my student. That’s one line I will not cross no matter what. If I can wait seven months for her, what’s two more weeks? However, if she’s willing to ease the ache in my cock a few times between now and then, it should make things much easier.

Standing in between Reagan’s spread thighs, I flick open the button on my pants and pull down the zipper. Reaching inside my navy blue boxer briefs, I free my swollen cock that grows at least two more inches at the sound of Reagan’s gasp. Grabbing her hand that’s flat on the desk beside her, I hold her palm up in front of her face.

“Lick it until I say stop,” I tell her before pushing her hand to her lips. Without hesitation, her mouth opens for me. Working her hand up and down the flat of her tongue, I wait until her palm is good and wet before lowering it, wrapping it around my cock.

“Jesus,” I groan when she tightens her fist and starts pumping my shaft without further instruction.

“Like that?” she asks softly. With all the blood rushing to where her hand is working me, I don’t know if she means am I enjoying it or if she’s doing it right. Either way, the answer’s the same.

“Fuck yes. Don’t stop,” I tell her, planting my palms on either side of her legs to hold myself up as I start thrusting my hips into her grip. Looking down, I watch her small hand