He grinned wickedly at me. “You’re going to the doctor after school, right?”
I nodded.
“Maybe you can ask him what he thinks about you having gentle sex…” He pinched my nipple softly, not enough to make me jolt or anything, but enough to make my thighs tighten.
Things pulled against sensitive skin as I pressed my thighs together, but not enough to make me want to stop.
“I’m sure he’ll say I can’t,” I grumbled.
“You never know.” He dropped my breasts and walked to the pile of clothes on my bed, pulling out a pair of black leggings with a pocket, a black Jesper County Soccer t-shirt, and a black sweatshirt that said JC Soccer on it. “This.”
There was no reason not to wear what he’d given me, so I changed into it quickly.
“No bra?” he asked.
“It hurts still,” I admitted. “Can you tell I’m not wearing one?”
“I mean, I can. But I’m looking pretty hard,” he admitted. “Go ask Bossy what she thinks about it. She’ll tell you if she notices it.”
“She might not notice it, either. But you do realize that I work with a bunch of high schoolers, right? Ones that are boys, and have hormones on top of hormones?”
“What about a wrap?” he suggested. “You have a few of those bandage wraps left that you had wound around your arm that first night.”
“Oh,” I said. “That’s a good possibility.”
He moved to the bathroom and came back with one of the wraps. “Tug that shirt up.”
I did, exposing my breasts to him again.
He bent down and licked one distended nipple, and I hissed.
When he stood up, I noticed the very distinctive bulge in his jeans.
One that I’d noticed every single day since he’d told me he had feelings for me. That he loved me.
“We’re going to both die of blue balls,” I grumbled as he stood to wrap the fabric around my breasts.
When he was done, I said, “I think that’s perfect.”
He gently tugged the sweatshirt back into place, then before I could get my bearings, he was pressing his mouth down onto mine.
I moaned into his mouth when his tongue slipped inside.
I’d just leaned into him, desperate for more, when Boston yelled, “Food! Now!”
“Little cock blocker, I swear,” Weaver muttered against my mouth.
I snorted and pulled away. “I’ll reiterate that I’m very, very interested in sexual relations, and I would very much like it if I was cleared.”
He stepped back, but not before I caught the way he had to readjust his jeans. “I’ll be out in a minute. I don’t want my kid to see me this way. It’s indecent.”
I studied his cock behind his jeans before saying, “Super indecent.”
An hour later, I was walking Berkley into the office.
“You’re back!” Principal Ryan called out as he rounded the desk. “I’m so glad to see you better. You looked rough as hell in the hospital.”
“You came by the hospital?” I asked.
