“Yager, wait…”
He pulled his fingers out and thrust them back again, making sure he curled them just right. He couldn’t believe how wet she was. Wet for him. She may have all sorts of rational reasons why they shouldn’t be together, but clearly her body didn’t buy that bullshit either.
She gripped his hair tighter and buried her face in his neck. Then her pussy clenched his fingers and he thought he might explode. Christ, she was so tight.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Not for her.
He kept finger-‐fucking with one hand while he unleashed his cock with the other. Thank God for button-‐fly jeans. If he had a zipper, it would have caught on him and tore the shit out of his cock. Although he was so hard right now, his cock felt like it was made of titanium.
With his free hand he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. He tore the package open with his teeth and quickly removed the latex from its container. In seconds, he sheathed his cock, tore off her panties, and buried himself so far inside her, he was positive he must be choking her to death.
She let out a startled cry, her legs tightening around him and the back of the chair.
“I hate you, Yager,” she mumbled into his neck.
“Why?”
She finally pulled back a bit, staring him in the eye. “Cause you’re not playing fair. And you know it.”
Yeah. He knew it. And he had no intention of playing fair. Not if it meant she wouldn’t be in his bed forever.
“You know me, Neecy. I don’t bullshit around.” He tightly gripped her waist with both hands. “I want you, Neecy. Not for a mindless fuck. Not just for twenty-‐ four hours. I want you. And if you think I’m going to just let you go without a fight, you’re nuts.”
Just as he knew she would, she tried to pull away from him. He yanked her back hard, bringing her down on his cock and she moaned in defeat as he held on to her.
“Fuck me, Neecy. Now.”
She couldn’t resist him. No matter how hard she tried. Not with his big cock buried so damn deep inside her and her entire body screaming for release.
“Fuck me,” he ordered again.
Hating herself for being so weak, she rocked her hips back then forward.
Yager shuddered. “Goddamn, Neecy.”
Yeah. Her thinking exactly. She didn’t know anything could feel so good.
She rode him, her hands gripping his shoulders while he stared at her face. His own hands moved off her waist and slid under her sweater, pulling it up above her breasts. He smiled when he saw her sports bra and she rolled her eyes. It’s not like she planned on getting laid in her office, what exactly was he expecting?
He pushed the soft cotton over her breasts and leaned forward so that he could grasp one of her nipples between his lips. She barely bit back a cry as she pulled him closer, her arms wrapped around his neck and head. They no longer spoke.
Not with him having a mouth full of tit, and she really couldn’t think past the cock shoved inside her pussy. Besides, the walls were thin and her office surrounded by other professors’ offices.
And even when someone knocked on her door, they kept going. Their grips tightening on each other like they were afraid the other would bolt.
“Hey, Neecy. It’s Delia. You in there?”
Who? Who is this person ? “Busy!” she gasped out.
“Okay, but Didi sent me over. She’s been trying to call you all morning, but she thinks you’re ignoring her.”
This is so not happening.
Well, she wasn’t about to stop now. Not for anything. The world could crash down around them, and there was no way she was stopping until she came. No way in hell.
“She told me to tell you that she wants to discuss the Arri thing. I think she’s hoping to talk you out of it. She wants you at the house tonight.”
Yager’s hand slid around to squeeze her ass, forcing her harder onto his cock.
Her whole body jerked and he chuckled against her neck.
She growled. “Tricky sonofabitch!”
“Hey,” Delia barked. “Don’t curse at me. You got a problem, talk to Didi. I’m only here ‘cause I was the only idiot heading into the city today. And trust me, you didn’t want her to come instead. Then she would have been really mad. All she wants is for you to say you’ll be there tonight to talk.”
Yager moved his mouth to her other breast, sucking her nipple hard.
Her grinding movements became stronger. Harsher. She could feel every inch of his big, hard cock. It stretched her open, forcing her to accommodate its girth.
Like its owner, it was a demanding bastard.
“Goddammit,” she burst out as his big fingers dug deep into her cheeks, causing a nice bite of pain.
Delia sighed. “Bitch all you want, Neecy. Just so you know, Didi told me not to leave until you swear that you’re coming.”
“Yes! God, yes!”
“Don’t bullshit me, Neecy Lawrence. Are you comin’ or not?”
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” And she did. In big gushing waves.
“Cool. I’ll let Didi know she’ll see ya tonight.”
As soon as her muscles spasmed around him, he came. So hard, he was surprised he hadn’t blown her across the room. Instead he held her tight as his cock spurted over and over again.
When her pussy finished milking him dry, Yager leaned back in the chair as the two held on to each other for several minutes. He feared she’d immediately pull away from him, but she didn’t. She simply rested her head against his neck while he did the same to her. It had to be one of the most comfortable positions he’d ever been in with a woman.
“Did someone knock earlier,” she muttered against his neck.
He shrugged. “I have no idea.”
“Okay. Probably wasn’t that important.”
They sat quietly for a few more minutes, and then, finally, she pulled back.
“Christ,” she muttered softly. “I’ve got another class.”
He reached up to pull her sports bra back down, but she grabbed his wrists.
They stared at each other. “You are really starting to piss me off, Yager.”
“If this is your rage, I can’t wait to see what you’re like when I make you happy.”
She released his hands and pulled her bra and sweater back into place. “This is bullshit and we both know it.”
“Really? Is that what we both know?”
She stood up and he gritted his teeth at the loss of her heat on his cock. He watched her pull down her skirt. “You better go.”
He disposed of the condom in a tissue at her desk, tossing it in the trash. He tucked himself back into his boxers and buttoned up his jeans. “Don’t shut me out, Neecy.”
“Shut you out?” She reached into a cabinet and pulled out a gym bag. “You were never in.”
Neecy unzipped her emergency clothes bag and dug through it. Christ, she had to have a pair of panties in here somewhere. She kept it in the office just in case she couldn’t make it home after one of her long nights.
“You want it that way…fine.”
“Yeah. I want it that way. It’s just sex, Yager. Don’t make this into anymore than it really is.” She found another pair, yanked it from the bag, and quickly pulled it on.
As soon as she pulled her skirt down, she realized what an outright bitch she was being. There was no reason to cut the man off at the balls simply because she refused to have a relationship with him. Especially when he kept getting her off in such fabulous fashion.
To be honest, she wouldn’t mind a completely sexual relationship with Yager. A regular bootie-‐call when they both had an itch that needed a good scratch.