Page 75 of Even If the Sky is Falling
“Scandalized? No.” He took a small sip and set his mug aside. “But you did want me to kiss you a few minutes ago? Or...do more than kiss you?” His bravado was gone, the confident air of a doctor I’d seen on him tonight that I didn’t remember from college. “Because I would.” He sat forward in the chair. “I mean, end of the world and all. It would be better if your last orgasm was provided by someone with extensive knowledge of the human body.” When he shifted in his seat, his pants legs drew up and I saw the colorful socks with yellow smiley faces on them.
It was such an unexpected sight and I smiled to myself. “Ihaveextensive knowledge of the human body,” I said, crossing one leg over the other, enjoying the squeeze of my thighs. “I teach anatomy and biology and have been exploring my own body for a very long time.” I took one more small sip, catching the heated look in Edison’s eyes.
“Drake,” he said, rising to his feet. “Imagine what we could do with our combined anatomy knowledge.”
His hand hovered over my knee, the tips of his fingers barely grazing the skin there. “Can I touch you? Because, cards on the table, I’ve wanted to touch you since the last time we spoke. Since the first time we spoke, really.”
The touch sent a shock wave of anticipation up my thighs and I nodded. “This can’t happen,” I said, guiding his hands.
“Why not?” He nudged me to uncross my legs. “I can’t in good conscience let your last orgasm be a rush job alone in the shower.”
I bit the corner of my lip before studying his face. “I never said it was a rush job. I take my time with important work.”
He let out an appreciative hmm. “I remember that. Well, you’re the teacher.” He swiped the cushion from the cracked vinyl seat he’d been sitting in and dropped it to the floor in front of me before falling to his knees and toying with the skirt of my dress. “Instruct me. I’ve wanted to taste you for a very long time.”
All those years ago, I’d enjoyed the sharp intake of breath from quiet Hale Edison, but it was my breath now, sharp at his words even as my thighs spread. “Yeah?”
He nodded, working my dress up my thighs and smoothing his warm palms over my skin. “Yeah.” He tucked his fingers under the edge of my panties and raised an eyebrow. “I know you won’t pass up the opportunity to show me how to do something.”
“Pull them down,” I said, leaning back on my outstretched arms. “But if we get in trouble with Brenda, it’s your fault.”
“I’ll take the hit,” he said, shoving my panties into the pocket of his slacks. His lips grazed my thighs and his breath was hot against my folds, already wet from our tête-à-tête, a blessing since that vending machine probably didn’t have lube. “Here, Drake?” He dragged his knuckle up my sensitive seam and around my clit with a barely there touch.
“Your tongue,” I said, watching his face in this surreal moment. “And harder.”
His tongue traced the same path, the flat side surface sliding over my wanting flesh and then the pointed tip swirling around my clit with a delicious slowness. I groaned at the slow-building sensation and slid my fingers into his dark hair. He kept that swirl going as his finger teased my opening, moving in and out but not deep, not like I wanted.
“Give it to me,” I groaned.
“Say, please.” His voice was garbled against my skin but I grinned.
“Now,” I said. “Who is instructing who here?”
He laughed against me. “True. And I’m a good student. Always have been.” His finger slid all the way in, then was met by a second. He pressed against my G-spot in no time, the delicious pressure building onto the pulsing sensations in my clit. I was going to come on Hale Edison’s tongue at the end of the world. “Lay back, Drake.”
I lowered myself onto the surface of the desk, awkwardly at first, but then Hale pressed gently on my lower stomach and my back bowed at the intensity of that added pressure at the core of me. I squirmed and wriggled against his fingers and his mouth, his tongue still working my clit as if we’d been like this together for years. My muscles tensed, body coiling and coiling and coiling like the most dangerous kind of spring.
Despite the buildup, and the way I felt every inch of my body tense, ready to fall like dominoes, the orgasm took me by surprise. “Oh, God!” I cried out, my nerve endings lighting up like fireworks as Hale pulled an explosive, lingering climax from my body. “Oh, God,” I repeated, melting into the surface of the desk.
He kissed my sensitive skin gently and looked up, meeting my eyes. “They say doctors have a God complex, but you can just call me Hale.”
I should have had a snappy comeback but my body reeled with too much pleasure. “Edison, you’re really good at that,” I murmured on a languid exhale.
“You’ve never said that to me before.”
I placed my palm over my pounding heart. “Well, we never studied like this.”
“That’s a shame.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and raised from his knees, holding out a hand for me. “You want to study more with me, Drake?”
I took his hand and rose to a sitting position, the world swimming around me for a moment as I returned to an upright state, my thighs still spread with my dress up over my hips. “Bring it on, Edison.”
“Let me do this first,” he said, his mouth crashing down onto mine, our lips and tongues mingling. He tasted like me and Scotch and I fell into the kiss. “Wow,” he said finally pulling away and sucking in a breath. “I’ve wanted to do that since I first saw you, too.”
I didn’t tell him how long I’d wanted that, too, how many fantasies he still starred in. Instead, I said, “What are we—”
A startling creak sounded from down the hall and then a door slammed. We both froze.
“Is someone else here?”
