A deep rumble vibrates at the back of my throat. “Chloe baby, you showed up here with my name on your back. We’re not making it to my place.”
I take her hand in mine, pulling her down the hall to the stairs that lead up to the media box.
“We’re definitely not supposed to be up here,” she whisper-shouts at me.
“Come on, my little rule follower. It’s fine. It’s run by students, and sometimes one faculty member. As soon as the final buzzer sounds, they’re out of here.” I flick on the desk lamp, rather than the overhead lights, and watch Chloe hesitantly walk around.
Giving her some space as she circles the room, I lean back against the glass that overlooks the arena, and drink in the way my name looks scrawled across her back.
“You’re staring.” She drags a finger over the clock on the desk with a teasing lilt to her voice.
“You knew I would.”
She turns, bracing her ass against the edge behind her, and drops her pink painted finger nails to the hem of the jersey, lifting it another half inch. “Should I take it off?”
“Fuck. No,” I growl.
She doesn’t look away and the eye contact is enough to distract her. “What are you thinking?” she asks.
“You wore my jersey.”
“I did.”
“And now everyone knows you’re mine.”
“There you go again, trying to mark your territory.”
“Well, you know what they say. If he barks like a dog…” I drop to my knees, sliding one hand in front of the other until I’m inches away from her bare legs. “And he crawls like a dog.” My thumbs graze the insides of her knees as I spread her thighs wide enough to nestle my shoulders between her. “Don’t worry, Chlo. I’ll only mark where it counts.” I lift the hem of her skirt, exposing the see-through fabric of her baby blue underwear. I trail my thumb down her center, just light enough to make her shiver.
“Wait,” she pants. “Wait. We can’t.”
“Mmm,” I groan, dropping my face between her legs. “We can.”
“Here?”
“Yes, Chloe. I’m not waiting until we get home to fuck you.” I drag my tongue over her, and even through her underwear, she bucks forward at the sensation, letting out a soft moan. “I’m going to eat this pussy until you admit you like the way my name feels on your back.” I grip the sides of her underwear, yanking them down her legs, and a deep rumble reverberates through my chest when I see how wet she already is. Slowly, I swipe my thumb down her center before pushing into her opening, and she lets out a raspy little breath. “And then, once your legs are shaking and you're dripping down your thigh, I’m going to enjoy watching the way your tight little cunt strangles my cock.”
I drop my mouth to her, running my tongue up her center, causing her to fall back on the desk behind her. My fingers dig into the tops of her legs, hard enough to bruise, but I can’t get enough of her taste. I spread her open with my thumbs, swirling my tongue in deep, and covering all of her with my lips.
Her hands fall to the back of my head as she cries out, holding me in place. Her hips buck against my face, and I can't help but smile against her because I love that she's taking what she needs from me.
“Oh God. Mav! I’m going to come!”
“Come, Chloe,” I murmur against her. “Come on my tongue." I suck her clit, and I don’t stop until she’s shaking beneath me. I lap up every drop of her, then lift her foot and toss her underwear off to the side.
I stand, dragging my gaze over her now glowing skin.
“I like how you look after I’ve ruined you with my mouth,” I say, placing my hands on her hips and turning her around.
“How do I look?”
“Like you can’t wait to beg me for more.” I knock her feet apart, not giving her a chance to catch her breath, and bend her over the desk.
Her hair spills over her face and she grips the edge with her fingers.
I wrap one arm around her from behind, letting the heat of my body press into her, and I trace my hand up her thighs. I slide two fingers through her, catching her clit between them and she twitches, gripping the edge of the desk harder.
With my free hand, I work the button of my jeans, and I don’t know if it’s a response to the sound of my zipper or the way I scissor my fingers between her lips, but she tilts her hips, begging for more.
