I shake my head, knowing with certainty that I do not want to stop—at least not yet.
“Tell me, if so,” Cal reassures, pulling back slightly to better read my face. “I’m not in any rush. Like I said before, you’re a marathon worth running, April.”
My nervousness evaporates at his concern and continued track analogies. “I’m not much of a runner, but I’ll try and keep up,” I say with a sly smile. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I brush his plump bottom lip with a flick of my tongue. From the brief flash in his eyes, I can see that I’ve surprised him, and that only makes me want to do more of it. He smiles back, and I continue to trace the line of his grin.
“Seriously, we can wait on the other stuff. I only want to feel you, to please you, finally.”
Hot damn, yes, OMG yes. Finally, is right! The tenseness in my shoulders eases, and I let myself sink into his hold. Cal smiles tenderly before placing kisses on my neck, locating the place that sends shivers throughout me, and is going after it like a starving man. At the same time, his hand moves underneath the wet cloth of my panties, parting my slick folds. His fingers have found the most sensitive spot of all, slipping through my wet heat, flicking my tender nub back and forth. It’s playfully delicious and I moan, letting him know that I think so. When he presses down on my clit and rubs it with a harder stroke, though, it’s pure ecstasy. I’m grinding my hips against his hand in time with his tongue and fingers, wanting it even harder, faster. “God, you feel better than I imagined,” he says between heavy breaths, “and I’ve done a lot of imagining while in my room at night. Have you ever thought of me while touching yourself?”
If he only knew how much. “Yes!” I manage to say, but it comes out like a whimper.
“Good,” he says, continuing his torment with his fingers, “because I’ve pictured taking you right here up against this door.”
Hell yes! I separate just an inch or so to grab the bottom of his shirt and rip it up and over his head. I close the distance immediately, pressing my naked flesh up against his, rubbing my aching breasts against his chiseled chest. I’m beyond words, and Cal continues his sweet assault on multiple erogenous zones, all the while mastering a steady rhythm that my breath races to keep up with.
“Is this okay?” he asks, sounding unsure and breathy. When his fingers stop their exploration, I moan from their loss, but he is quick to replace them with the heel of his palm in strong, circular motions, and I instinctually shove my pelvis into his large hand.
Okay? Okay is cold pizza. This … this is a strobe light of colors flashing behind my closed eyelids. “More than okay,” I manage, digging my nails into his bicep, urging him to continue.
He’s still sucking on my neck, his chest deliciously rubbing against mine in a frustrating torment, while his left hand is cupping my butt, holding me in place. As if I would go anywhere else, right now. But if I wasn’t pinned between him and the door, I might just slide to the floor in a leg-melting puddle. Instead, I’m falling into a fast, hard climax, pleasure spiraling throughout my entire body. A whimper hitches in my throat as I cry out. I think I might have called out his name, or was it a curse. I’m not sure.
I feel Cal’s hand slip inside me, ringing out my last climatic ripple as my pussy spasmodically clenches around him. I’ve had orgasms before, of course, but nothing like this, and never from the hands of the man I’ve been fantasizing about for months.
Before I do fall to the floor, Cal removes his hand, gently pulls down my clingy dress, and swoops me into his arms. He cradles me against his chest while he sits down on my desk chair, seating me across his lap. Enjoying the moment, I nuzzle into his fresh, musky scent and wait for my breathing to calm. His heartbeat is hammering so fast, I can feel the movement shaking my body.
“Wow,” I say, peeking a look up at Cal. His normal, cocky smile looks a tad shy for a change, and it’s cute as hell.
Then his expression turns serious. “April,” Cal says with a warning in his tone. “Please do not ruin this moment by saying ‘meh’ or that you’re now planning to go out and get a hand job from someone else to compare.”
Shaking my head, I burst out laughing and playfully bite at Cal’s collarbone. But I’m soon distracted by his taste and am sucking at him like he’d just done to me. I can’t wait to give him the same pleasure he just showed me. With a mischievous smile, I trail my fingers down his chest and slip my hand to his crotch. I let my hand explore the impressive bulge under his jeans. He grinds into my hand for a second, but then pulls back.
“Not yet,” he says, clearing his throat. “Despite the fuckboy you accused me of being, I’m not looking for a hump-and-dump scenario. I don’t want to speed through this with you, April.”
I stare up at him, trying to read him. When I nod in agreement, I can see his expression relax and his confident smile return.
“I think you should at least take me out on a real date first. You’re making me feel cheap,” he adds in a fake, priggish tone.
I gasp, slapping his arm. “Me? And I’m the infuriating one?” I move my hands to his sides and tickle him. Good, he’s ticklish and bucking away from me. “No mercy,” I taunt.
“Uncle,” he cries, pinning my arms behind my back. My breath is coming hard and fast, and the movement has my breasts rising and falling in front of his hooded eyes. For a second, I think he’s about to lean down for a closer look, but he determinedly snaps his head back, stopping his descent.
“Damn,” Cal curses, temporarily pressing his forehead to mine and inhaling a deep breath, as if he’s trying to drink in my scent and this moment. I’m doing the same. “I better get out of here, or we’ll be nearing the finish line before the race has even begun.”
I’m grinning from ear to ear, and not because of his continued use of corny, track metaphors. I’m looking forward to this “race” as well.
“Ugh … stop smiling like that,” he says, kissing my lips and lifting me up as he stands. “You’re making this hard, quite literally.”
I can feel exactly what he means as he sets me back down on my feet, and I slide down the length of him, including his hardness. Given our height differences, it’s a slow descent.
Cal takes a step away from me, gripping the back of the chair we just vacated. “How about the day after tomorrow? I don’t have a track meet on Sundays, and I know that’s one of the days you are class-free, too.”
I slide a hand through my rumpled hair, trying to tame it back into the sleek style I’d achieved earlier. “You know my schedule?”
Cal gathers his shirt from the floor and pulls it on, stretching in front of me like a sexy panther. “Of course! How else could I plan to run into you in the hallway or in the dining hall. By accident?”
Shocked, I suck in a breath of air. I’m beyond flattered, but I’m not about to miss the chance to tease him. “So, you’re saying those run-ins weren’t fate?”
“Oh, it’s fate, bright eyes,” he says, chucking me under the chin. “Our room assignment and faulty doors are the proof of that. I just had to, you know, speed things up a bit so you’d get on the same page already.”
