LegendSpeaking: Guess what bitches? This chapter has sex in it. A lot. Feel free to not read it, but hey, you'll just be extremly confused in upcoming chapters and will go back and read it anyways, so might as well read it now. This is your warning, by the way.
Knocking quietly on the large metal door that lead to his office, she let herself in slowly while he continued his conversation on the phone. His hat was on backwards and his feet were on the desk but when she walked in, he pointed to the small thirteen inch TV that sat at the edge on his desk and rewound the tape that was in it. He pressed play and continued on with his conversation, leaving her waiting.
He wasn't doing much talking, she realized as she watched him smile and give the odd chuckle into the phone. Every now and then he'd get a sentence in, but not often; that was always a strong point for him: he was a good listener.
She stood up and walked around the room for a bit, playing with the small trophies on the shelves and looking at the pictures he had of himself and his family, but there was none of him and her. If there was any photographs of the two of them, then word would get around the class and make it obvious that they have been secretly seeing each other for the past eight months. That's why all of their little meetings were always late at night, long after all of the other students left.
When Austin finally hung up the phone, he walked over to where she was and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. "You're supposed to be studying that tape, Doll face," he mumbled into her neck, placing kisses wherever he wanted.
She turned around and wraped her own arms around his neck, bringing his head close to hers, "but I've seen that match a hundred million times in class, Mr. Aries," she whispered. "'Watch this headlock here, watch the phsycology there. Pay attention to the story telling,'" she mocked with a smile. "Really, Mr. Aries, it's quite sickening."
His grip around her waist was let go as he went back to his chair at his desk, sitting down and watching the tape himself. Following him, she stood behind his chair and placed her hands on his shoulders, slowly giving him a massage. "See this spot here? See how the fans want more?" he asked, trying to keep his concentration on the match and ignoring the fact that her hands were moving down the front of his shirt and back up again. "This is what you and Candy need to start paying attention to, Dolly."
She took his hat off the top of his head and placed it on top of hers, finally getting the attention she wanted. He turned his chair around and brought her to him, making her stradle his lap. "Do you pay attention at all in class?" he asked as she began to kiss along his jawline, her hands going under his shirt. "You know Doll face, if you keep this up, I'll have to fail you."
"Couldn't you just keep me after class instead?" she asked, slightly raising herself to his chest. "Or make me write lines? Please Austin, don't make me get into trouble." Guiding his hands to go up her skirt, Dolly groaned as his nails grazed the inside of her thigh. He placed his lips on her throat while he slowly spun his chair around again, making it face his desk so she could lean back on something. He watched as her chest raised suddenly when his hand touched her softly, making her arms reach above her head. Her blonde hair was sprawled across his desk now as she stared up at the celing with a grin on her face.
Austin smiled back at her as he kissed her stomach while his hands were setteled on her bare knees, playing with the hem of her knee socks. "Dressing up as a school girl..." he mumbled, his goatee brushing against her stomach. "You and your sick fantasies of sleeping with your teacher."
Dolly laughed as he tickled the inside of her thigh with his fingers, grazing so softly against her bare skin. "You're the one sleeping with the student," she teased back, keeping her eyes on the celing. "It's your job on the line, not mine." He laughed against her stomach and rested his head against her bare skin, slowly placing kisses on her randomly. The scent of her was intoxicating as he continued to kiss her, his hands roaming everywhere on her, just to be able to feel her and touch her was enough for him.
Putting his hands on her rib cage, he untied the white blouse she was wearing and undid the buttons, exposing her pink bra. Dolly sat up on her elbow's so she could look at him, seductivley placing her feet on his shoulders. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she made eye contact with him, swinging one leg over so she could run her foot up her smooth leg. Austin backed away from the desk as he watched her get on her knees on his desk and cleared everything off of it.
She stayed on her knees as she took off her blouse, running her hands up underneth her bra, softly moaning when she brushed the palm of her hands past her nipples. Her legs spread wider as she ran her fingers through her blonde mane and back down her body, playing with the waist band of her skirt. Carefully, she stood up on his desk and did half a turn so her back was facing him. Reaching her hands to the air and back down her legs, she bent over keeping her legs perfectly straight.
Not moving from his chair, Austin stared at the blonde that was on his desk. He couldn't believe it was the same girl that he had pushed against the metal door and squeezed her cheeks together just months before, challenging her to leave. Now she had grown out of her shell and had fallen for him, only letting this side out when they were alone.
"Baby, do you love me?" Dolly asked, turning back around and unbuttoning her skirt. She didn't bother to wait for his answer as she continued to sway her hips seductively in front of him, ignoring anything he was saying at that moment. She knew he didn't love her. Even after their eight months of dating, he still refused to say those three words that would mean so much to her. Even if he said them with half a heart she would feel complete, just knowing he echoed what she said. But instead, he would often kiss her, knowing it would get her mind off of what she had wanted.
She felt his fingers run up her thigh, seeing as he pulled himself closer to her, He began to kiss her calves and her kness while she stood in front of him, her eyes closed in pleasure. Dolly bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from a loud gasp as she felt his fingers slip inside her gently. Her knees wobbled delicately from his touch, almost giving out right there on the table. But his strong hold around her thighs helped her stand as he continued to move his fingers around her and kiss thighs, slightly teasing her.
Austin's brown eyes gazed over to the far wall, examining the beat up sofa that was often his bed for his long nights at the office. Carefully picking up Dolly, he carried her over his shoulder to the couch, where he laid her down softly and kissed her on her lips. Her hands instantly went to the back of his head, wanting him to be closer as he laid in between her legs with his hands taking her skirt off. A groan escaped from her throat as he trailed his lips to underneth her ear, his favourite spot of his to claim.
Expertly, the skirt was off and onto the floor, along with her blouse and bra. She could feel his knuckles against her hips, rough and calloused from his boxing bag that hung in the far corner of the room; he refused to wear gloves when he used that bag. The rough skin against hers tickled as he used his palms to flip her over so she was on her stomach.
His hands touched her back, making his palms run from the top of her shoulers to the edge of her pink g-string that he had bought for her on her birthday, only two weeks ago. Dolly kicked her feet up and burried her face into a pillow as the skin on his hands roamed her backside, brushing past the smooth surface. Her toes were cautiously kicking him in his calves as he caressed her neck, putting pressure on the side where Austin knew she would moan.
Dolly turned herself over so she was back on her back, instantly going for the edge of his shirt. She discarded the clothing and threw off the hat that was still on the top of her head, tossing it to where her clothes were on the floor, just a few metres away from the couch. She sat up and knocked him down, making him lay like she was earlier. Stradling his groin, she played with the leather belt that was holding his jeans up, taking it off and putting it between her teeth, jokingly. He smirked at her playfullness, before realizing how she was slowly moving her hips against him and he felt a quick, painful movement that wasn't expected.
Her green eyes widend as she felt that quick stir from him. Moving off of him and onto the floor, she unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off of him so he was only in his boxers. Her manicured nail trailed the top of his boxers before pulling them down, freeing himself. Austin let out a sigh of relief before slightly rolling over to grab Dolly and invite her back on the couch with him. Slipping the pink g-string off of her, he carefully positioned her on top, making sure her back was facing him.
Dolly sighed at the first thrust, disapointed that she wouldn't be able to see his eyes while they made love. He never wanted to see her face because he knew he would feel guilty. Austin didn't love Dolly like she loved him. Love was too strong of an emotion for him to handle. He wasn't able to face the fact that he had found someone that loved him and cherished his feelings as much as she did. The only thing he could do was block the feeling away, and pretend that she just had a big crush on him. That was a feeling he could share with her: crush.
They found a steady pace and started to move together, their hands conjoined by her hips as she continued to bounce on him, wanting to feel that feeling of completeness, the feeling of satisfaction. She moaned his name when their hands disconected and he held her by her rib cage, hoping to get more leverage in his thrusts. She could feel him go deeper the harder he bucked into her, almost to the point of pain, but that was the last thing she was going to admit to him. She refused to wimper, no matter how hard he was being with her. Turning the wimpers into groans, she flung her blonde hair back so the tips would touch his stomach. Dolly kept her eyes open, hoping to catch a glimpse of Austin, maybe once he would look into her eyes and tell her he loved her, but as soon as his eyes met hers, he turned away.
His hands moved higher, groping her breast as he sat up and made her bend over a little bit. He wanted to get on his knees so she could get off of his lap. Getting the hint, Dolly moved forward and rested her head against the arm rest, keeping her end near his hips. She could feel the callouses on his hands move from her breast and to her hips as he thrusted even harder into her. His grunts and moans were hardly audiable, but she knew he was getting what he wanted. She kept up her fake act of enjoyment, groaning, grumbling and an odd squeek when he hit her bottom. If he could fake his love for her, then she didn't see any harm of faking her delight with him.
Feeling a tug at her hair, she grinned to herself. That was a sign that he was close to being finished, and with each thrust, he would tug harder at her hair. Turning her head to the side, she saw him look up with his eyes closed and gave a final grunt of completion. He collapased backwards onto the couch, exiting Dolly and wrapping an arm around her waist to bring her close to him. She sighed against his chest, hearing his heart beat slow down and watching the sweat trickle down his bare form. His arm was lazly thrown over her frame, making sure she would stay with him for a little while longer. Looking up at him, Dolly played with his goatee, threading it between her fingers. "I love you," she whispered, quickly looking back down at how they were laying.
Austin kissed the top of her head and pulled the blankets down from the top of the couch. It was a thin white blanket and covered them perfectly as his eyes drifted off into a deep sleep. His grip around her waist was too strong for her to leave, and she did enjoy laying there with him. In his sleep, he brought his other arm around her waist, as if he was hugging her. The tattoo on his left bicep laid right in the middle of her waist across the blanket they were sharing. She traced it with her nail, admiring the design and art work until she felt her eyes grow heavy.
Tiredly, Dolly brought her arms up to above her head and placed them around Austin's. He faked his love for her and she faked her enjoyment whenever they made love. But as she laid there, with their arms around each other, her head on his chest, she noticed how their hearts were beating at the same pace.
The only thing they weren't faking was their connection.
LegendSpeaking: Mwhahaha. I'm totally in love with this chapter. Anyways, read and review and keep questioning why the story is going back and forth. Maybe the answer is upon us? K, I'll spoil it for you...it totally isn't. So..stop reading this and review.