give a fuck who hears us, which only makes me work harder to make her screams louder until I’m sure our entire floor, plus the ones above and below, hear her moans.
“Knight, Knight, Knight!” She screams at the top of her lungs, her body convulsing in an orgasm that rips through her body before rolling into another when I don’t let up.
“I can’t…”
I smirk. She thinks her body can’t handle more, but I’m just getting started.
I slowly stand up, “You deserve more, better. You deserve the world, pretty girl with the smartest mouth.”
She blushes in her innocent way.
I snatch her off the desk, spin her around, and push her against my desk until her hands are gripping the desk and her legs are spread wide.
I kiss against her neck, keeping her wet and ready for me as I undo my pants, freeing my cock. Seconds pass, but it feels like hours as I find the condom in my back pocket and slip it on. And to think I almost left my condoms at home so I would behave.
I grab her hips and push inside her.
“Jesus,” she cries as I fill her.
“I would fuck you all day just to hear that beautiful, raspy sound.”
“I would fuck you all day because—”
She never does finish that sentence. We are both too impatient to wait until she finishes speaking. I thrust, and she gasps.
I thrust, and she pushes against me, meeting me, begging for more.
I thrust, and she purrs.
I thrust, and she screams.
I thrust, and I can’t imagine my cock in any women’s cunt but hers.
Shit, I’m fucked.
Her skirt is hiked high as I fuck her, but I need more skin. I push her shirt up so I can kiss every bit of her skin. I try to slow myself down. I try to make this moment last forever, but with each thrust, she tightens around me more, and I know she’s about to release her orgasm, and the sounds she makes then will leave me no chance of holding on.
One more thrust inside and she comes.
I come after. And I’m not sure if I’m broken because I don’t know when or if that will happen again, or because I know that neither of us can deny ourselves this any longer.
I need more, but I can’t collapse on top of her on the desk. I don’t imagine it would be the most comfortable position for her. So I grab her, and we fall to the floor in a puddle of limbs. We can’t move. We don’t clean ourselves up or cover skin that shouldn’t be exposed when we go back to work. We lay on the cold, wood floor panting like animals.
“I need more,” she says between pants.
I roll to my side so I can see.
“More?” I’m not sure what she means. Does she need us to date? Does she need us to be in a relationship?
“I need more fucking.”
I grin in relief. I can give her more of that.
“I’ll trade fucking for nighttime snuggles,” she whispers.
I frown as I stroke her face; her hair is going to be even more disheveled than it was before.
“No.“
She pouts.
“I mean, how about both? Fucking and snuggles to keep the nightmares away. I think we need both.”
The light reappears on her face as her lips curl upward. “I think both would be great. I can fuck you and snuggle and still hate you.”
I twirl the end of her hair between my thumb and fingers. “I know you can.” She can hate me in her mind, but it won’t stop her heart from falling for me.
“Butyouhavetodoonefavorforme,” she says in a flush of words all scrunched together, barely comprehensible.
“Slow down, baby and try again.”
She takes a deep breath. This is what she came here to tell me.
“I need to go to Aspen this weekend.”
I sit up abruptly not expecting her to say she’s leaving tomorrow. I can’t stand her gone for two whole days without me.
“My sister, Ren, she…well…somehow she found out I got expelled.”
“Suspended, because of me,” I correct her hating how losing her schooling makes her feel, even if it means I get to have her in my life a little longer.
She nods. “Ren wants me to come to see her in Aspen this weekend and make sure I’m okay. That she doesn’t need to put me on suicide watch or something.”
I swallow hard. I have to let her go. We usually work the weekends, but family is more important. She needs to show her sister how