We were hooked together for life.
She was mine and I was hers.
Irrevocably.
When my mom had told me about my father, there were only two people that I wanted to confide in, to gain comfort from.
Alexis and Seth.
But they were different sorts of comfort, different kinds of emotional support that I required from them.
I’d contacted Alexis last night, chatted to her for hours, knew that everything would be okay because they had to be. And it felt better… but I’d felt this hollow in me still.
And first thing this morning, I’d come to see Seth. I’d wanted to talk to him last night, to have him throw his arms around me, to do more than just tell me everything was okay—to truly show me. I knew he’d pull this hurt and treachery from me, so I felt nothing but him and me.
I clung to him, kissed him with this hot hunger that I’d never felt before. I found myself on top of him, my legs on either side of his, the rigid contour of his erection pressing directly between my thighs telling me he was right here with me.
I moaned and extended my mouth more, tilted my head, digging my tongue between his lips and getting from him what I knew he freely gave.
He moved his hips up, grinding his dick into me, and at the same moment I pushed down, rocking back and forth, feeling sparks of pleasure flooding me.
He had his hands on my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh with almost bruising ferocity. But I wanted those markings. I wanted to look in the mirror tomorrow and see what he’d done to me, that I was his, that he’d branded me.
I squeezed my breasts against his chest, my nipples rigid, ultrasensitive. The harsh growl that emanated from him urged me on, and I started rocking back and forth against his erection, sliding my pussy along the length, the bulge. I could’ve gotten off this way, getting my release by moving over Seth.
“Yes,” I muttered into his mouth, breaking the kiss only long enough to take in a lungful of breath.
I glanced at his face, saw he was controlled, serene, but he couldn’t disguise his body’s reaction. His pupils were dilated, his respiration somewhat elevated. His cock was hard, like a lead pipe between his thighs.
“Take from me, Grace. Use me.” He slid his hands up my back, over my shoulders, and cupped each side of my throat.
He tipped my head to the side and leaned in and kissed me, his mouth, his tongue, everything about him so full of possession and power.
“I’m here for you. I was designed for you.”
A moan was ripped from me at his words, and I felt something break open, a flood of emotions, want, arousal… life in general filling me till I could scream from the overwhelming sensations.
I wasn’t thinking about anything else in this moment. But when I heard his office door open, the sound of a startled scream emerging from behind us, my entire body froze.
I looked over my shoulder to see Amy standing there, a stack of papers in her arms, her eyes wide and her mouth parted in disbelief.
She wasn’t moving, wasn’t speaking as she peered at us. Here I was, on top of Seth, his cock firm and pressing between my thighs, no doubt what we were doing hanging between us.
I gazed back at him, feeling like this entire experience wasn’t occurring. Everything was going in slow motion.
But he wasn’t concentrating on her. He glanced right at me, no fear or stress on his face. He still had his hands on either side of my throat, brushing his thumbs along my pulse spots.
“Oh my God,” Amy eventually said.
I tore my sight from Seth’s and stared at her again. I tried to jump off him, but he immediately had his hands on my hips, trapping me just where I was.
I glanced at him astonished, horrified. Fear filled me. This was horrible, extremely bad. She’d inform the administration. He’d get in trouble, and that had panic surging in me.
I heard her depart, scrambling out, the door slamming behind her. And still Seth hadn’t moved, held me on his lap, his hands on my body. He peered into my eyes, and a faint smile formed on his lips.
“Seth, God. This is not good.” I shook my head and climbed off him, and he let me. My hands were shaking as I smoothed them down my jeans. And still he still sat there, his legs slightly wide, his cock strained against his slacks, tenting the material, showing me how huge and thick he was.
I swallowed roughly; this knot of worry lodged in my throat.
