Dane comes barreling through his office door and even though I was expecting it, it’s still quite a shock to see how worked up he is.
“Stop.” My tone comes out surprisingly calm and even. It halts Dane dead in his tracks and he looks stunned by my demand. His chest rises and falls with labored breath as we share a look before he glances at Hannah then back to me.
Hannah’s dress is hiked up to her waist, her beautiful bare ass sits on Dane’s desk and I love that I’m on the other side of it. It feels powerful and all-consuming.
I wrap my hands around the front of Hannah, slowly unbuttoning the top of her dress as she lays out in front of him. The soft fabric flops to the side the lower I get and by the time I unclasp the last one, the dress falls off her shoulder exposing her breast. She’s braless and so fucking beautiful but I keep my eyes trained on Dane. His tongue darts out over his bottom lip as he attempts to take another step forward.
“No.” His eyes snap up to mine and I can’t help my lopsided grin seeing how much he’s holding himself back. I peer over atthe clock then back to him. “You ended your class early today, Professor.” I tsk, shaking my head as I walk closer to him.
“I had to. I couldn’t?—”
“Sit,” I interrupt, tipping my chin at the chair in front of his desk.
He obeys and takes a seat, remaining quiet and compliant.
Reaching behind my neck, I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head. I know Dane is equally attracted to me as he is to Hannah so when his hips lift in his chair as if he’s dying for some friction, I can’t help but smile.
“Like what you see?”
“Always.” His reply is breathy and full of need.
I step closer and lean over him as I place his arms parallel with the armrest.
“Keep your hands here and sit still until the clock hits the top of the hour. If I make her come before that, we’ll leave and go about our day. If not,” I shrug, “maybe you can help me.”
“That’s twenty minutes!”
“Our dinner was two hours,” I quip back.
He lifts his chin, trying to smother his smirk. “Oh, payback I see. Fine. Bring it on.” I raise my eyebrows at him, loving the challenge.
I step around the backside of his desk and reach around Hannah. She lifts her hips as I remove her panties, trailing them down her long legs before tossing them in Dane’s lap. The bulge behind his zipper is obvious and I can’t help but lick my lips at the thought of it aching and weeping underneath.
I trail my tongue over Hannah’s exposed shoulder as my fingers pinch her nipples, her head dips back and a light moan falls from her throat.
“Oh fuck. I love that,” Dane confesses, sounding tortured. “Let me help.”
My lips inch lower as I wrap them around her taut nipple, but raise my eyes toward him as I lick and suck over the peak.They both buck, almost simultaneously, as I hover my fingers over her entrance and push in.
Dane’s fingers grip the arms of the chair and my body gets a sick joy at how tormented he looks.
“Did you enjoy yourself at dinner?” I ask, my fingers moving in and out of Hannah at a slow, agonizing pace for all of us.
“Yes,” he admits.
“Did you make yourself come after?” He swallows thickly as his eyes meet mine. “Answer me.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I wanted both of you, not my hand.”
I hum, hiding how much knowing he didn’t get himself off turns me on.
“You must be aching.” I pull my fingers out of Hannah and step toward him, wiping them over his lips as I dip them into his mouth. I hiss as he sucks around my fingers while he moans and the mix sends bolts of lightning through my body.
Pulling my fingers back, I unzip his pants and pull everything down to his knees. His erect cock bounces out, the thinned, pink crown achingly hard and my mind flashes with so many dirty things I want to do to him.
