Page 77 of Even If the Sky is Falling
“You can have second place.” Her fingers toyed with the buttons on my shirt, exploring each one as we both came down from the high of adrenaline. “This was our Biology 101 classroom. It’s where we first saw each other.”
“Not exactly,” I said tugging on her zipper, seeing how easily it would slide down.
Piper smacked my stomach with the back of her palm. “Are you challenging me because I gave you second place? Fine, it was, hands down, the best orgasm of my life.”
I tugged the zipper a little lower, rubbing the space between her shoulder blades. “Yeah, I already guessed that, but that class still wasn’t where I first saw you.”
“It was the first day of freshman year,” she insisted, pulling back to meet my eyes. “The professor should have called on me—I had my hand up—but they called on you instead because you’re an Edison.”
“Yeah. That happened, but I’d already noticed you.” I tugged the zipper another inch down her back and I noticed how she squirmed against me when I did. I loved how Piper reacted to me. “It’s why I sat near you in that class.”
“I’d never seen you. I don’t think we ever even spoke until a few weeks after that in the elevator after that first quiz.” She searched my face like I might be trying to pull something over on her. “Where had you seen me before that class?”
“There was some mixer in the dorms. All the new students were there and I didn’t want to go. I didn’t know anybody, but my dad said I should as anEdison.Whatever that meant.” I had a single room so I didn’t even have a roommate to tag along with. By the time I’d arrived, everything was in full swing in the lobby.
“I vaguely remember that. I don’t remember you, though.” She squirmed against me, teasing I was pretty sure, or maybe just not super comfortable on this old wooden staircase, but I tugged the zipper another inch lower anyway, sliding my palm up her spine, memorizing the ridges of her vertebrae.
“I hung out against a wall,” I said with a chuckle. “I was about to leave and go back to my room, but I saw you laughing with some people.” When I trailed my finger down her spine, toying with the clasp on her bra, she shivered under my touch. “And you had this great laugh. You still do.” I twisted the first hook on the closure, which took two tries. I’d never been able to get a bra undone with one hand so I wasn’t sure why the skill would come to me smoothly at the end of the world. “There was some kind of makeshift dance floor. I wanted to ask you to dance with me, which I’d never done before because girls kind of scared me.”
“Because our underthings are so complicated?” She sat up and swatted my hand away before reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra in one swift motion.
“Show-off,” I said, stroking my fingers down the middle of her back and pushing the straps aside. “Because I was a science nerd who was awkward-looking and I knew what people would think when they learned who I was.” I hadn’t even wanted to go to Edison, but I didn’t have a choice. “And you looked...so gorgeous and cool.”
“My high school students tell me no one sayscoolanymore.” She wriggled against me, her palm settling again on my stomach.
I squeezed her round ass playfully and tugged the zipper down another inch. “Well, we’re old, so it’s fine.” Teasing her was fun but my body had shifted back to its previous state of wanting all of Piper Drake and I fought the urge to rip that dress off her.
“But you didn’t ask me to dance,” she said, bringing the conversation back to my story.
I shook my head. “‘Yeah!’By Usher, Lil Jon and Ludacris came on and everyone got excited and your group of friends started dancing around you, but I didn’t know how to dance. I watched you a little longer—you wore this blue T-shirt that dipped low in the front and you had this smile that just made me...”
She raised her head again, meeting my eyes.
I wasn’t embarrassed exactly, but I looked into her eyes, the curve of her brow and the shape of her lips. I remembered her crying against my shoulder after we got our MCAT results and the different feel of her against my shoulder now. It was ridiculous that I felt a stronger pull toward Piper than I had to anyone else in my life. I could blame the circumstance or the fact that I was turned on or even the nostalgia of being in this room, but it wasn’t any of that. It felt like I’d missed a lot over the years, but had suddenly found everything I needed. “I went back to my room and watched that music video on repeat until I could do all Usher’s moves, just in case the opportunity to dance with you ever came up again.”
“Wait...wait. I need to see this.”
“No way. Since one drunken night in medical school, I’ve never shown anyone.” I tugged the zipper the rest of the way down and slid my palm down the back of her dress, palming her ass and squeezing, continuing my teasing. “In retrospect, I don’t know why I assumed that same song would be playing and it was before I knew you were the most competitive person I’d ever meet. If I wanted to catch your attention, I probably should have challenged you to a foot race instead of to dance.” I stroked a thumb over the L4 and L5 vertebrae at her lower back. “I didn’t think someone like you would ever notice someone like me, so...I studied, just in case. Anyway, doesn’t that earn me one of your stories?”
“No,” she said, shifting on my lap so she was straddling me, the dress inching up her thighs and her warm, wet center over my dick through my pants. She began undoing my buttons while I palmed her through her dress. She giggled when I gave her a light pinch and the vibration of her laughing made me groan.
“C’mon,” I said, raising a hand to slide the dress down one shoulder, kissing the skin there and sweeping the bra strap away. “I’ll go down on you again if you tell me.”
She laughed again and pulled her arms free from the dress. “You’ll go down on me again regardless.”
“Probably.” I wanted two more hands so I could hold both breasts and keep my hands on her backside, but I had to split my efforts and Piper’s breast was warm and heavy in my hand, her brown nipple pert and responsive against my fingers as I rolled one and then another between my thumb and forefinger. “Tell me, anyway. Tell me something embarrassing.”
She rolled her eyes but grinned and her breath caught when I added more pressure to my roll. “Fine,” she murmured when my lips met her neck. “I had a fantasy of you...”
I continued toying with her nipple. “Had or have?”
“Had. And have. Can I finish?”
“Please.”
“Fine,” she said on a gasp when I gently pinched. “I have a fantasy of you bending me over that podium and fucking me in this classroom.”
“That sounds doable,” I murmured against her neck, pulling her against my cock.
