Page 38 of Under Pressure

“Please,” I whisper.

“Are you begging?”

“If that makes you go faster, then yes.”

He chuckles, then increases the intensity, drawing a long moan from me.

“Shh,” he gently chastises and I clamp my mouth shut, remembering we’re in the Stress Lab. Anyone passing by in the hallway could potentially hear me.

How does this man scramble my brain enough for me to forget that?

“Next time, when we’re alone, you can be as loud as you want.”

I stiffen, my face heating in embarrassment.

You’ve really done it now. He thinks you’re a freak carrying on all over the place like that.

He glances up and stops what he’s doing when he sees my reaction, coming up to cradle my jaw. “Hey, no.” He lays a gentle kiss on my lips, coaxing me back into the mood again. “I like hearing you. If it were up to me, you’d be screaming my name.”

His words have the intended effect, relaxing me, and I attempt a smirk. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Only a matter of time,” he says, lowering himself to my chest once again, sucking on me now, giving little nips and kisses that have me wriggling, frantically seeking relief.

I throw my head back, unable to take watching his dark head at my breast any longer. How eager he looks. How completely focused on his task he is. How goddamn amazing his mouth feels on me.

One of his hands slides down my stomach until it rests directly over my core and he softly teases the seam of my jeans, right where I need him.

I bite my lip, holding back a groan as he increases the pressure on my breasts while still lightly caressing me over my pants, the dual sensations of forceful up top and idle below making me want to truly scream.

He makes a strong tapping motion then directly over my clit, the area so sensitive and ready that it takes almost nothing for me to come. “Oh! Oh, God,” I breathe out, unable to stay completely silent, my hips lifting off the desk, my back bowed as he continues tapping that spot just right.

I shudder in his arms until I come down from my high, dragging his head up to kiss him greedily, wanting to show him just how much I enjoyed that, burrowing my fingers in his hair, keeping him close to me.

“That was amazing,” I whisper. “Did you want me to…” I drift my hand down his hard body until it meets his equally hard cock, tenting the front of his jeans, and stroke him lightly over the material.

He leans back, eyes closed and lips parted in what looks like bliss, then shakes his head, stepping away. “No,” he says roughly. He clears his throat and gives me a sidelong glance. “I mean, I have to go. I have plans.”

“Oh, okay.” I quickly bring the sides of my shirt together to cover myself, the mood of the room changing. Awkwardness descends over me and I look down at the floor.

You must have done something to mess it up. He doesn’t even want you to touch him.

A hand on my chin lifts my face up, and he kisses me softly. “I’ll see you later,” he says, grabbing his bag to head out the door.

I sit there on the desk, still half undressed, wondering how things shifted so quickly. Did I screw everything up?

Chapter Eleven

Tyler

I purposely avoid textingMia the next two nights, proving to myself I don’t need to see her, talk to her. Just because I’ve been thinking about how she tastes, how sweet her moans sound, that doesn’t mean I need her in any way.

I already proved I’m stronger than my base desires with her. Everything in me had wanted to tell her yes when she’d tentatively brushed her fingers against my dick in the lab, to have her unzip me and take me in that delicate hand of hers. But I’d meant it when I’d said she doesn’t hold any power over me. And right then, at that moment, I was afraid the scale might have tipped if I’d let her touch me.

I mean, sure, I’d gone home and jacked off to thoughts of that encounter. But that was me taking control of the situation, doing it on my terms, to my own body. That was different… right?

Imagining her lowering to her knees, my hands in all that glorious hair of hers, guiding her on how to lick me, suck me, take me entirely into her mouth until I’m in the back of her throat…

No, she doesn’t hold any sexual thrall over me. I’d done way more with other girls and never thought of them twice after the fact. There’s no reason to think she’s special.

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