Page 21 of Little Paper Games
Roleplay - teacher/student
Have sex on every surface in my home — and Kenna’s. Just to piss her off.
“Motherfucker,” I prattled off, but there was no heat in my voice. He’d thrown that last one on there knowing I would read it.
“Well, that’s some list there, Red,” he admitted, stretching in his chair.
“Why do you do that?” I asked, finally bothered enough by the little pet name.
“What? Call you red?” he replied.
“Yeah, I don’t have red hair or wear red lipstick or have red nails… what is it?” I inquired. I really did want to know.
He stood up and made his way over to me. His eyes locked on mine, and I felt the tension in the room shift; grow. When he offered me his hand, I took it without a second thought.
He pulled me to my feet, and I barely noticed the blanket shifting and pooling on the floor below me.
When I looked up, I was much closer to him than I’d thought. There went that remembering to breathe thing again. His hand came up to my chin, holding me steady with his eyes blazing into mine.
“I call you Red because of the delicious little blush that spreads over your cheeks and down your collarbone.” He was close. So close, and his voice had gone deep and sultry, almost purring. I could only keep my eyes focused on him.
“I think we can knock one of those items off your list right here, right now.” I arched one eyebrow in question before he spun me to the side. With one finger on my chest, just above my breasts, he backed me up. His eyes never left mine.
“Wha—” His finger pressed against my lips, stopping my voice. I didn’t need to protest anyway.
He stepped me backwards, step by step until my back hit solid wall.
I couldn’t take another step.
But he could.
He stepped straight into my space, leaning into me. With one hand propping him against the wall above my head, he leaned down. His nose trailed over my cheek towards my neck.
“Shh.”
That one small sound had a shiver running down my spine. The feel of his end of day beard scuffed against my soft skin, adding to the intoxicating sensation.
His body was perched, merely a breath away. Not pushing for me. Definitely not pulling away. With one finger he ran a line from my hip slowly up my side. My arm lifted of its own accord.
When he reached my wrist, he closed his fingers around it, pulling it just a touch higher and making me stretch.
I gasped at the sensation.
“Now the other,” he breathed against the lobe of my ear.
I didn’t think. I couldn’t think.
My hand lifted, meeting the one he already had locked in place.
He wrapped his one large hand around both of my wrists, anchoring me there within his grasp. The sound that rumbled out of his chest made me gasp louder and my eyes closed, of their own volition.
“Eyes back on me, vixen,” he purred. “Good. Right here.”
My jaw dropped. That voice could win world wars.
“Don’t forget to breathe.”
Those were the last words before his lips descended on mine.
