JENNIE
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Lisa burst out of the elevators and into the main lobby. "Let's get out of here."
She grabbed my hand, pulled me up out of the chair, and headed for the door. I practically had to run to keep up with her. Her jaw was clenched, eyes blazing. When we reached the car, she helped me in and went around to her side without a word. She slipped the key in the ignition and turned the engine over.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Mostly, yes."
"He put his hands on you."
"I told him I knew he was having sex with a student, and he threatened to have me ejected from the program. He also said if I brought the information forward, he would make it impossible for me to secure another adviser. So I played the video from my phone. He tried to take it from me."
Lisa took several deep breaths, her hands flexing and releasing on the steering wheel as she stared out the windshield. I couldn't get a gauge on anything but her anger, and my own emotions were pretty frayed.
"What happened after that?"
"I opened the door. You were there."
Finally she looked over at me. "That's everything?"
"He grabbed my arm to get the phone, but he didn't have a very good grip so he ended up just getting my sleeve instead."
"You'll have a different adviser by the beginning of the new semester."
"What? How is that possible? It takes months to arrange something like that."
"Calder will figure it out; otherwise, he believes the video will go to the board."
"It should go to the board regardless." If Calder had done this to me and that other girl, he'd probably done it before and would do it again.
"Yeah—but first I want that fucker to find you a new adviser. Then you can knock his house of cards down."
Lisa pulled out her phone and made a call. "Hey, Rosé." Her tone was clipped. "What time is my first appointment? . . . And the next one? . . . Can you reschedule the one for noon and leave the block empty? I'm going to be late. . . . Uh-huh. . . . No. . . . Yeah." She hung up.
"You didn't have to reschedule your first client. I'm okay."
"I'm not."
"He didn't hurt me."
"He could have. If I hadn't been there, he might have tried to." Lisa reached out and touched my cheek. Her fingers trembled, as she fought to stay in control of her emotions.
"But you were there, so it's okay," I said, hoping to soothe her.
"I'm taking you home."
"You don't need to do that. Do you want to stop somewhere first? We could get a bite to eat."
"I'm not particularly hungry."
"It might make you feel better."
"There's only one thing that's going to make me feel better." Her dark gaze raked over me. "And while I'm perfectly content to fuck you in the backseat, I'd much prefer to do it in the comfort of my bed, because I don't think I have it in me to be very gentle."
"I see," I said calmly, even though I was anything but. "We should probably go home, then."
"That would be best." Lisa shifted the car into gear, her eyes moving to the road.
We were finally done with the sex hiatus.
Lisa could have broken the sound barrier on the way home. The tires squealed as we pulled into the underground parking garage and she slid neatly into her spot. I was out of the car and beelining for the elevator before she had the key out of the ignition. I had every intention of capitalizing on her primal desire.
"Someone's eager." Lisa's chest brushed against my back when she pushed the button for the elevator.
It dinged a few seconds later and the doors opened. Impatient, I catapulted inside. Lisa followed at a leisurely pace, enjoying my anticipation. Heedless of how desperate I came across, I pushed the button for the second floor and punched CLOSE DOORS until they finally responded.
Lisa leaned against the opposite wall, her fingers curled around the rail. Her grip seemed to be the only thing that kept her from taking me to the floor.
"I shouldn't have waited this long." Her tongue ring peeking out to slide over her bottom lip and click against the viper bite.
I must have looked as worked up as I felt because her mouth turned up in a cocky grin and she pushed away from the rail. She stalked across the small space in two long strides and stopped in front of me, close but not touching.
With lazy fingers she undid the buttons on my coat, parting the sides to reveal my dress. It no longer conformed to my curves, having been stretched out in my altercation with Professor Calder.
The elevator chimed, signaling our arrival on the second floor. Lisa motioned for me to exit. Her palm settled on my low back, guiding me down the hall. As soon as we were inside her condo, I found myself pressed against the wall. Lisa's mouth covered mine and she pushed my coat over my shoulders.
"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you."
It was a warning and a plea. We needed each other on the most basic level. It was that simple.
"Are you healed enough?" One hand slipped between my legs. "Please tell me this is okay."
"It's been long enough." I rocked against her palm, testing out the friction.
"Thank fuck."
Not interested in preliminaries, she pulled my dress up to my hips and broke the kiss to get it over my head. It joined my coat on the floor. Her breath left her in a rush as she exposed the pale blue bra covered in a tiny-cupcake print. Lisa's calm composure broke as she traced the hot-pink lace edge with fingers that shook.
"How much more of this cupcake stuff do you have?"
"Let's just say my shopping trip with the girls was theme oriented." I pulled down the zipper on her coat.
"That's very good to hear."
She kissed me again, slow and deep, walking me backward down the hall to her bedroom. Light filtered through the half-open curtains, leaving nothing in shadow. When we reached the bed, I lifted myself onto the edge. Lisa didn't waste any time as she rid me of my tights, tossing them on the floor. I returned the favor by tugging her shirt over her head.
"I fucking love these." Lisa cupped my breasts and skimmed lower to sweep over the satin and lace at my hips.
As she claimed my mouth again, her palms smoothed around my back and found the clasp of my bra, freeing it. It joined the rest of our clothes on the floor. Lisa's thumbs brushed over my nipples, gently at first and then pinching roughly. My gasp broke the kiss.
"Sorry. I'm sorry," she murmured.
She sank to her knees and I parted my legs. Warm hands drifted up the outside of my thighs as she placed a penitent kiss on the offended nipple. The tenderness was a stark contrast to the heat and need in her. She sucked and nibbled her way across to the other breast. Desire sparked fire in my veins. I was consumed by the craving to feel her on me, in me, shattering me and making me whole at that same time.
When she released my nipple, I moved back, making room for her on the bed. Every tattoo, every line of ink wrapped around defined muscles, was visible as she came after me, looking savagely dangerous.
She latched on to my ankle, preventing me from going any farther. With a lascivious smile she kissed her way up my calf, her ascent torturously slow. When she reached her destination, her mouth closed over the pale satin. The hot, wet press of her tongue against the fabric was a promise of what was to come. I lifted my hips and she hooked her fingers into my panties, dragging them down. Her hair tickled my hip as she dropped a kiss on the cupcake tattoo.
"Ah, fuuuuck," Lisa breathed. "That is so sexy."
Her lips parted, transfixed as her knuckle dragged over the curved barbell. The piercing slid along with the movement. I made a throaty sound.
"Tell me how it feels, kitten. Is it good? Was it worth it?" she asked in that liquid sex voice I missed so much.
I was so tightly wound, already on the brink of coming even though she'd barely touched me. She circled my entrance with a finger and pressed down on my clit. I whimpered, unable to form words. She took pity on me, watching my face as she slid two fingers inside and curled them up. There was no slow buildup, nothing gradual about the way she manipulated my body. Her tongue flicked out and I closed my legs at the devastating sensitivity caused by the piercing and the gathering orgasm.
Lisa's free hand descended on my inner thigh, spreading me wider while she held the other one down with her forearm. Then her tongue flattened against my clit and she licked up; steel hitting steel. The dual sensation made me buck against her mouth. Heat coiled where Lisa's tongue and fingers moved until I fell apart, crying out her name.
She looked up at me from under dark lashes. "Fuck, you're gorgeous when you come."
On weakened arms I sat up, and Lisa rose with me. I kissed her flushed, wet lips, tasting myself, then pushed on her chest. She moved back, giving me room to climb into her lap. I took my time exploring the lines of her ink, starting with my fingers, following with my mouth.
When the need became too much to bear, I freed that straining hardness from her boxers. Gripping her tightly, I stroked once and bent to lick the tip.
"Fuck me," she hissed. "You don't need to do that."
She started to pull me up, but half a second later I engulfed the head, and the pull became a push. I took her in my mouth while she swore under her breath, muttering about porn. I popped off and licked up the shaft, spreading the wetness with my palm.
"It's been a while," I said as I straddled her thighs. "I thought it might make it easier."
She was tense as I leaned in to kiss her. When she was sufficiently distracted, I wrapped my hand around her and rose up on my knees. The head of her cock slid over my clit and her stud made a muted clink against my barbell.
"I just want—"
She never finished the thought as I sank down, watching her eyes flutter shut and her lips part. I angled her in, taking in the studs that pierced the head one side at a time. Burying my face in her neck, I gritted my teeth against the searing burn that accompanied the invasion. It had been like this the last time, too. As though my body had forgotten how to handle her in the weeks of separation.
Lisa's breath came out in quick pants as she filled me. I couldn't stop the high-pitched moan that fell from my lips when my ass came to rest on her thighs.
"Are you okay?" She released her viselike grip on my hips.
Her palms flattened against my back and moved up, curling around my shoulders, holding me still.
I waited until the hot burn subsided before I answered. "I'm better than okay." I rocked slightly, testing her and myself, desperate to move yet not wanting her to let go of me.
"Kitten." Her grip tightened in warning and she exhaled slow, heavy breaths.
We sat there for a long while, bodies still. When she was ready, she pried her fingers from my shoulders and kissed where they had been. Her palms came to rest on the swell of my ass. I lifted slowly, the fullness giving way to emptiness. When I felt the steel balls pass the most sensitive spot, I reversed the motion, taking her back inside.
She took over then, setting a slow, even pace. The angle, the position, the way she kept me from moving at the speed I wanted— lips brushing, but not kissing—turned my body into a wasteland of need. I looked down to the place where we were joined to watch her slide out of me. The next downward stroke came fast and hard, my moan cut short by my ragged intake of breath.
"It's too good. You feel too fucking good." She shook her head, then her body went rigid. "Shit. Sorry. I couldn't help it." When the tremors stopped, she kissed me in atonement. "Now that that's out of the way . . ."
She moved against me, igniting embers into flames. "You sure you don't need some downtime?" I asked breathlessly.
"Never with you." She laid me on the bed, staying inside me. She kissed the valley between my breasts and sat back on her knees, wrapping my thighs around her waist. Then she pulled her hips back and eased forward, gauging my response. "Okay?"
"Please."
She rose up, keeping her hold on my legs; the new angle drove her deeper. I reached behind me, searching for something to grab. The wooden slats of the headboard were the perfect anchor. I stretched my arms above me, gripping tightly. The rest of my body curved toward Lisa on her knees.
She moved hesitantly at first, but it wasn't enough for either of us. She was too needy, conflict raging as she battled for the control she didn't have.
I met her fiery gaze. "Take me."
"Fuck," she growled, and yanked me away from the headboard.
She unlocked my legs from her hips and pushed them toward my body. Leaning forward, she hooked my ankles over her shoulders, bearing down. My knees hit my chest and I gripped her forearms. The weight of her body sent another ripple of desire rushing through me. And then she started to move.
"Is this what you were looking for?" She punctuated each word with a powerful thrust, her mouth beside my ear.
I responded with a series of affirmative expletives. I was pinned beneath her as she pounded into me, unleashing sensations I had no idea my body was capable of producing. I couldn't find leverage, unable to move. She was dominating the act entirely, making my body a slave to hers.
"God, I love fucking you," she said through labored breaths, her hips slapping ceaselessly against my thighs.
It was so close to the words I wanted to hear from her, but I didn't yet deserve. I knitted my fingers in her hair and kissed my way across her jaw. Her mouth opened to accept me, then she took control of that as well.
"I don't want to be without you again," I said, wishing I could tell her how I felt, afraid to.
My response elicited a deep groan from Lisa, pushing me over the edge. I was barely past the crest of my orgasm when she folded back on her knees, easing my right leg over to the other shoulder. Her forearm crossed over my shins, holding my legs to her chest, my unmarked skin against the network of art that covered her. She looked down at me, all the unspoken words reflected in her eyes.
"I'll never get enough of you." Her voice was rough.
She changed tempo, her hips moving inexorably slow. But the orgasm didn't wane. Instead it was wave after wave of excruciating pleasure. My body went into overdrive, so sensitive I trembled with the unending release.
"Oh, God. It's too much."
I bowed up in an arc and gripped the sheets, needing to hold on to something. She was gloriously feral as her hands moved up my shins, over my knees, and across my thighs. Her fingers were tight on my hips as she continued the erotic assault.
Her viselike grip relaxed and her pace slowed once again. My legs slid off Lisa's shoulders and rested limply on either side of her thighs. She splayed one hand between my shoulder blades and her other palm pressed flat against my stomach. Her fingers ghosted over hypersensitive skin.
Suddenly she lifted me into her lap again and circled a nipple with her tongue, and my wilted form jerked in her arms. She chuckled darkly, trailing kisses until our mouths met.
Her movements were gentle and reverent as I regained some control over my body. She pulled me close, her hands on my waist, grinding me over her. Soon, her short thrusts sped up and became more frantic.
Just like the first time we were together, she cupped my chin in her palm and whispered hoarsely, "Look at me."
Her icy-blue eyes shone with vulnerability.
"I—I need—" She shook her head. "You're mine." Her body stiffened.
It felt as if I had always been hers. My heart belonged to her for as long as she wanted to keep it.
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