Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(54)

Everything spun into a vortex of pleasure: the tight clasp of her *, the sound of his flesh slapping hers, the taste of her mouth and the need building between them with every stroke.


She broke the kiss first. “I need…more.”


Curling his hands around the steep angle of her high heels, he brought her knees above her hips and spread her wider. Fucking her harder, deeper. “Like that?”


“Yes. But I’m sliding around too much.”


“Hold on to me.”


She reached up, grabbing his biceps.


“God, I f*ckin’ love it when you dig your nails into me,” he panted.


Gasping, she rocked her hips into his every thrust.


“Look at you. So damn hot. So much better than any fantasy.”


“Tell. Please. Make me come.”


He repositioned his pelvis so he connected with her clit every time he plunged to the root.


“So close. So…” A long moan flowed from her mouth as she unraveled. Completely. Her body arched and her face became lost in pleasure. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Georgia, beautiful in abandoning herself to passion, to the moment, to him.


Tell wasn’t far behind. He pumped into her three more times and he was done. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as her cunt clamped down and milked him dry.


Holy f*ck. He opened his eyes and saw Georgia was still as out of it as he was. He ditched the condom and had his pants buckled before she stirred. When he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, she flinched. “You okay?”


Georgia wore a dreamy smile as she stretched her arms above her head. “I feel like an ungrounded wire. In a good way.”


“So I gathered.” Tell snuck another kiss. This one sweet and lazy. He rested his forehead on hers. “Thank you. That was amazing.”


“Mmm-hmm. I’m still feeling a little dizzy. A shot of you is so heady.” Her fingertips outlined his face from his temples to his jawline. “I don’t want to go back in there.”


“Just for a little while.”


“I must look well f*cked. You think anyone will suspect what we’ve been up to?”


I hope so.


She laughed. “You are so transparent, McKay. You want me waltzing into the gym with my hair a mess, my dress wrinkled, my grin ten miles wide.”


“Busted.” He slipped on his sport coat and watched as she fussed with her dress and her hair. “Ready?”


“I guess.” Georgia started toward the door.


Staring at her backside, he muttered, “Shit. Wait a second.”


“What?”


“Ah. You have chalk marks on your ass.”


“Seriously?” She tried to look over her shoulder at her butt.


“Hang on. I’ll brush them off.” As he swatted, he noticed the perfect bounce in those round cheeks.


He had a flash of spanking her ass until those cheeks were pink and hot. Usually he kept his fun-loving persona at the forefront when he took a woman to bed. But sometimes he’d wanted more. Not a longer connection but a more intimate one. He’d finally had the guts to show his intense side to Georgia and she liked his sexual demands. He wondered how far she’d let him take it.


“So, are you about done smacking my ass, cowboy?”


Tell pinned her back to his chest. “And if I say no?” He nuzzled her ear. “If I admitted my other fantasy was tyin’ you up and spanking your butt until you came, would you be willing to give it a go?”


Her breath hitched. It took a few long seconds before she answered. “If I didn’t have to obsess about it beforehand. If we’re in a moment…”


“And if I decided that’s what I wanted from you in that moment? You’d be okay with that?”


“Yes.”


He growled, “You’ve been a naughty girl, Miz Hotchkiss, getting f*cked in the classroom. That behavior is against school policy and will result in a trip to the principal’s office for proper punishment.”


She peered over her shoulder. “Principal McMasters kept a paddle in his office.”



“A bare hand is a much better instrument than a paddle for spankings anyway.”


“An instrument of what? Pleasure? Or pain?”


Tell smirked at her. “You’ll just have to wait and see which one you like better, won’t you?”


The dancing was in full swing when they returned to the gym.


“What’s shaking, kids? Where you been?” Stephanie asked.


“We toured the school. You know, reliving old memories.” He grinned when Georgia smacked his knee under the table. “Why? What’d we miss?”


“A f*cking limbo contest, if you can believe it,” Roxanne grumbled. “Who did the planning for this event? Chuck E. Cheese?”


Georgia choked on her drink.


“No wonder no one wanted to help Sally. And can you believe she tried to assign us seats?”


Stephanie leaned across the table. “I had a run-in with Sally. I told her if she pulled a bitch move and tried to get you and Deck to dance together as the class couple, I would make myself projectile barf all over her.”