Nick stared up at her, standing on his desk in her stilettos, pale legs launching her high above him.
She was fucking with him. Somehow, she'd found out, and she was here to make him pay. She smiled down at him, so confident. Bitch, he thought, staring her right back while he slowly inched himself away. Fuck, did she tell anyone? His stomach churned with shame and anger as he tried to process how his best friend could do this to him.
Jess's face fell as she noticed him backing away. "Nick, wait!" she called out, lowering herself carefully to the desk, using one hand on its surface for balance.
Fuck, Nick thought, taking in the sight of her lean legs. Her skirt shifted upwards as she bent over, trying to get down safely from the height. She looks like a fucking porn star, he couldn't help but think, as her raven hair tumled down. She didn't have enough hands to both balance and cover herself, and he caught a flash of an ass cheek as she dismounted. His erection grew, confusing his feelings even more. He set his face in anger.
He moved slowly due to shock, but it seemed to speed her up once she got down from the desk. Within a second she was standing in front of him, face to face thanks to her heels. She reached out to grab his arm, a motion that finally got a reaction out of him.
Nick grabbed her upper arms forcefully and stepped into her. He turned and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there. He still didn't say a word, so angry, so betrayed. Where would he start?
"Nick, I'm sorry, I found it by accident." She admitted, words coming out jerkily as she struggled to breathe normally. "I just wanted to do what you wanted, to show you that it was okay." He loosened his grip as he processed what she was saying.
"Jess..." he didn't know, what to tell her, what to do, anything. Studying her in his arms, he saw that her chest was heaving, her flushed breasts still exposed over her sweater. Her arms were pinned beside her, but they were standing so close that she could reach out and slide her fingers between his stomach and the waistband of his pants. She cocked her head and looked at him, smiling.
"I want you, Nick. I want to feel what it's like, for you to do what you want with me."
At those words, words he'd never thought he'd hear, he released his grip on her arms and stood there in defeat. He had so many questions. But here she is, standing in front of him, so fucking sexed up, and telling him she wants him.
He still eyed her suspiciously. "You're not trying to get revenge on me?" He asked, squinting.
"Nick, no, I just finally wanted to go for this and doing what I already knew you wanted seemed like the easiest way." She slid her hand down farther, breaching the elastic barrier of the top of his boxers, her cool fingers finding the throbbing head of his cock. He was still wary, but she seemed determined. Go for it, you idiot.
He smiled. "Alright then... well in the story, I think you stroke me through my pants, you eager little minx!" he teased, catching her arm with his warm fingers. "But," he continued, "if we're going to do this...we should just do our own thing, don't follow the script." he suggested, a part of his brain piecing together what he had seen her doing earlier. She hadn't been grading papers, she'd been studying his fantasy. Maybe this is what she meant by nerdy weird sex, he thought.
She was looking at his face, not just his eyes or his lips, but searching his whole face for clues about how he might feel. His suggestion made sense, they should just do what they felt like. But she had one reservation. Nodding slowly while she tentatively explored his hard on, she countered with a suggestion of her own. "Um, Nick, can we stay in character this time? Just in case..."
Her brief sentence told him so much. His heart lept in his body and he couldn't help but smile at this devious girl. This time, he thought to himself. She wants a next time already. But she wants us to role play, just in case... if it's all a horrible mistake, it wasn't Jess Day and Nick Miller, it was Julius Pepperwood and Jessica Night. Genius, he thought to himself, and I wish I'd thought of it.
"All right Jessica Night, I guess I just have to say, I'm shocked that you came back to my office tonight."
Getting into it, she replied. "Don't be so surprised, Julius, you know I've wanted to do this for a...long..." she paused while she stroked the full length of his erection with her other hand, "time." He fought off a shudder and a small moan and stared at her wide-eyed as she undid his pants and pushed them down to the floor. She was getting ready to kneel down when he reached forward and caught the bottom of her sweater in both hands, curling his fingertips up underneath and brushing her smooth skin. He gently tugged her closer.
Brushing his nose against hers for just a fraction of a second, savouring the moment before committing completely...he then lowered his lips to hers, warm and powerful, kissing her with everything he had. One of her hands gripped his cock while the other snaked up around his neck, pulling him in deeper. He slowly raised his arms, pulling off her shirt but not being willing just yet to break from her mouth. As the sweater got stuck above her breasts, they pulled apart. She let go and removed it herself, then locked herself right back into place, prying his mouth open with her tongue.
Her feelings were warm and electric. This was already the best sex she'd ever had. She felt naughty, fun, flirty, competent for once, sensual, and just right.
He nipped at her tongue, forcefully closed his lips and placed one more sealing kiss on her mouth. Then he leaned back, catching her hands in his and rocking on his heels. He still had his shirt on but his pants and underwear were around his ankles. Looking down, he saw her sexy black heels standing tall amidst the pile of clothes. Her short black skirt that was as effective as lingerie, looking even better now that she was naked from the waist up. He smiled at the sight of her bare stomach. She was quivering, just barely perceptibly. And then her gorgeous face, her lips full from kissing him and slightly irritated by his scruff already.
She leaned back into him as her fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt.
"You never kissed me in the story." She accused playfully. Where did this confidence come from?
He circled his arms around her lightly.
"I could never write that." He replied with a grin. "Before we kissed, I couldn't even imagine it, it was just too hot for me." Said the man who had put his thoughts about coming on her to paper. "And after..." his dark eyes met hers and everything turned serious. Shaking his head slightly he admitted, "I couldn't have captured it again." He didn't wait for her next questions, her reaction. Just like in the story, she wasn't asking him if it was okay. She knew it was okay. But he had to be sure. "Jess, you know what we're doing, right? You're okay with...whatever happens?"
She didn't answer him with words, she just used the last of her height advantage to slip his shirt off his shoulders. She met his eyes one last time, then stepped out of her heels one by one and pulled him backwards to his bed.