“I knew this dress would be perfect.” Flip pulls back, eyes hot. There’s a slit up one thigh. “I can take the edge off for you.”
“By edging me?”
He drags his fingers up the inside of my thigh. “You’ll be nice and relaxed when I’m done with you.”
“Don’t tease, Phillip.”
“Not tonight, I won’t.” He slips a finger inside my panties and skims my clit.
I whimper.
“Such a pretty sound.” He pushes my panties to the side and eases a finger inside me.
The relief is almost instantaneous. My shoulders relax against the wall and I arch my back, pushing my hips out. Flip’s gaze darts between my face and his hand moving between my thighs.
“If you add another finger, I’ll make more pretty sounds for you,” I bargain.
“Is that right, kitten?” He withdraws, but before he can suck his fingers, I grab his wrist and bring them to my lips. I keep my eyes on his as I take them in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, tasting my own desire.
He smiles darkly as he pushes them deeper and kisses my cheek. “That’s my dirty girl.”
I moan at the praise and suck. He withdraws them from my mouth and slides them back inside me, pumping and curling as he grips the hair at the nape of my neck. His mouth covers mine, swallowing down all my needy sounds.
“I missed you so much this week. It’s worse when I’m in Toronto, but I can’t be with you,” he whispers, almost plaintive as he adds a third finger, thumb strumming my clit.
“It’s torture,” I agree. “I just want to be close to you.” I’ve been bereft all week. I’ve lived in his hoodie and slept in the shirt I took home with me from Montreal.
“I can never get enough of you.” Heat funnels to my core as he pushes in deeper. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re stretched around my fingers.”
I moan, and my legs shake as my hips swivel.
“You’re so fucking soft, kitten.” His eyes darken. “Soon I’ll fuck you with my tongue and swallow down all your cream.”
I come in violent, desperate waves. His arm circles my waist, and I sink into his hand, moaning his name and ride it out. I never want it to end, but eventually the spasms subside, and my body goes lax.
He withdraws slowly, then brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while humming contentedly. I use the wall to keep me propped up while I calm my breathing.
“Feel a little more relaxed now?”
I nod, still dazed, then glance down at the prominent bulge pushing at the front of his dress pants. “But you look stimulated.”
“I’ll calm down. Your needs are my top priority.” He kisses the end of my nose. “We don’t want to be late.”
“Shouldn’t you wash your hands?” I ask as he helps me into my coat.
“Absolutely not.” He opens the door, tosses a catnip mouse, although Parsnip is nowhere to be found, and ushers me into the hall.
I’m grateful the elevator is empty when it arrives, but we pick up a group of students two floors down.
“Flip Madden! Holy shit. Someone said you’d been on campus, and I thought it was total bullshit, but you’re here. In like, res.”
“Just picking up my girlfriend.” He wraps a protective arm around me.
I can’t even appreciate the fact that he’s called me his girlfriend because I’m terrified someone will say something that makes him want to punch them in the face.
“Right. Yeah.” The guy’s gaze moves to me. “That’s like, wow.”
“Want me to sign your hat?” Flip nods to the Terror ball cap he’s wearing.
