“Your knee seems to be a very temperamental thing. One day you’re walking around just fine and other days you need… help.”
What a bitch.
“It’s the rain.”
“But it’s not raining outside.”
“Not right now, but I promise you, there’s definitely a storm coming.”
And I’m not talking about the weather.
“Ah, yes,” she agrees. “There probably is.”
Twenty-Nine
MIA
“This is an incredibly stupid idea.”
“I don’t think it is.”
“There are over hundred-and-twenty-five people on this campus at any given time. Someone could find us in here.” I giggle as Rush bends down to yank my sweatpants down.
“Put your hands on my shoulders and step out of the pants while I’m being a gentleman about this shit.”
My core clenches with each dirty command that Rush gives me. My desire for this man grows with each passing day, and it’s even surprising me.
He falls to his knees, grabs me behind my thighs, and pulls me forward.
“Damn you smell good.”
I slide one of my hands in his thick mane and grip some of the strands taut at the roots. Then he takes my pussy with his mouth and ravenously feasts. It doesn’t take long for my clit to swell and my core to burst from the rushed orgasm that consumes me.
“Fuck, Rush.”
He links the corner of his mouth and smiles.
“You taste like fucking sunshine and strawberries.”
He stands and kisses me hard. I can taste myself on his tongue and wish we could take this a bit further, but we’re acting like two horny teenagers with no responsibilities. We both have work to get back to.
“We’ve got to go,” I say.
“Funny how you say that after you got your shit off.”
“Nobody told you to start something that we couldn’t finish.”
“That’s not true, baby. I’m booked for a sixty-minute therapy session with you and we’ve only been in here for fifteen.”
“You’re so greedy. I’ll give you a ten-minute blow job and then we’re out of here.”
“Uh-uh, I want inside of that pussy.”
“Rush, please,” I (sort of) protest.
He takes a condom out of his pocket, slides down his shorts, and rolls the piece of rubber on in record time. I bite my lip in anticipation, although I’m a little wary of doing this. I may be a free spirit about some things, but I’m not the hugest risk taker in other ways. I know. It’s one of the biggest enigmas about my entire personality.
When he’s ready, Rush lifts me in the air and against the wall. My legs instinctively circle around his waist and my arms around his neck.
