Need Me (Broke and Beautiful #2)(24)

He needed to touch all of her. Every inch. His hands moved on their own, untying the string at the back of her neck and peeling her dress down to expose her breasts. God, he wished he hadn’t turned her around, because he couldn’t see them, but he could touch. At least he could touch. Still unable to move inside her without the fear of ending this perfect feeling too soon, he smoothed his hands up her sides and cupped her sweet, pointed tits in his hands. He had all of her in his arms now, surrounding his body, and the possessive instinct she’d been culling inside him went off like a cannon shot.

His body took over, but so did his mouth. His mind. Lust tunneled through his veins, lighting fires as it went that only burned brighter when her body moved with his in devastating precision. Like they’d been designed for one another and no one else.

No one else. “You wanted me to think you’d left with him, didn’t you?”

Her palm squeaked on the wall. “M-maybe,” she gasped.

“It worked,” he growled into the crook of her neck. “It worked, didn’t it, you brat?”

“What about you?” There was cutting anger in her tone, but it was ruined by the way she worked her hips in tight, tempting circles. “Who was that woman?”

Ben almost laughed out loud, but pleasure blocked anything else from the forefront of his mind. How could she question him when he was breaking every single one of his rules? Taking her like a crazed animal in his place of work? “Do you know what I thought about during the reading, Honey?”

“What?”

Her head fell to the side, giving him room to suck and lick at her neck. “I thought that if we were sitting in the back row, I would have made you sit on my lap. With my dick inside you.” He drove into her tightness, again and again. So wet. So damn wet. Fuck yes. The rhythm was perfect. Steady enough to give her time to come, fast enough to satisfy this urgency she made him feel. “No one would know except us. Unless you moved, even just once. Because then you’d have to keep moving. We’d need it. And we’d have to f*ck right there in front of everyone.”

“Faster.” Her * tightened up and shook a little in a way that made his hands turn to fists. “Oh, God. I need more. I need fast.”

Ben wrapped an arm around her hips to angle her away from the wall, edging her ass higher in his lap. She liked that. No, she f*cking loved it. Her breath shuddered out like hot little gusts of air. She clenched around his cock as if in warning that she’d go off soon. Go on, babe. Go on. There was no slowing down now. He could only thrust into her rough and fast, demanding she keep up. His balls were drawn up so tight they hurt, product of his denying himself, pretending he didn’t need this girl, when it was becoming obvious with each passing second that he required her. He reached between her legs, groaning at the friction of them joining, the feel of her taking him. His middle finger found her clit, flicking it once, twice, just to tease, before rubbing it nice and hard. Like he knew she needed.

“Come on, babe. I’m right behind you.”

“Ben.”

Sweet f*cking hell.

No one came like Honey. She bent forward with her hands braced on the wall, practically giving him a vertical lap dance as her body trembled. Legs spread, hips grinding on his hard dick while she moaned his name. As if she needed to feel every damn part of what their bodies had produced. He’d never get over seeing it. Especially not at that moment, when release clamored in his stomach, successfully finding an outlet right between her gorgeous thighs. Thighs he couldn’t help but stroke and grip as he came. And God, he came hard. It stormed through him like a Category 5 hurricane, wrecking everything in its path. He opened his eyes to see that he’d hauled Honey back against him, crushing her to his chest as he’d borne the brunt of what she’d done to him. What they’d done to each other.

It was embarrassing to admit even to himself that his legs felt a little weak. Honey might weigh next to nothing, but his chest was full, and the air felt so close that he knew he had to sit down. He just wasn’t willing to let her go in order to accomplish it. Forcing his brain to work with marginal success, he took the two steps to the chair behind them. A chair in which a professional educator, some faceless colleague of his, sat every day. Ben sunk into it, stunned to realize it felt almost as amazing to have her boneless on his lap as it did to be buried inside of her. Her head lolled against his shoulder as she continued to take in huge gulps of breath. Which didn’t suck. Knowing he’d winded this beautiful, intelligent girl to the point of exhaustion. This beautiful, intelligent girl whose tits were still on full display, light glancing off her still-pointed nipples. And shit, he was hard as steel again. This behavior was really out of line for an English professor. He should resign.

“Again? Already?” She tipped her head back and laughed a laugh that reminded him of marshmallows and moonbeams. Not that he’d ever seen a moonbeam in his life. “Give me a few minutes to touch down on terra firma before you get firma again.”

A laugh boomed out of him, so unexpected he had the urge to look over his shoulder and see if someone else had delivered it. Nope, it was him. He was sitting in a classroom with a student in his lap. A student he’d just given it to the dirty way. Somehow, at the moment, though, he honestly couldn’t find the will within himself to care. Not when it was just them, no harsh fluorescent lighting or lesson plans burning a hole in his bag. This girl who’d dug herself into his gut was smiling up at him like they were two rascally high school students who’d just made out beneath the bleachers, and he wanted to go there. He wanted to let her take him there for a while.