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“While saying I was better at chemistry and biology.”
I smiled against her neck because of course that would be Piper’s fantasy. “We haven’t been students for years,” I said as she finished with the buttons on my shirt and rolled her hips against me. “When did that fantasy start?”
“I’ve been having it for...a while. And I know, I’m a classic academic overachiever with a slight praise kink. I can’t help it.”
I thought of the lyrics to that Usher song that lived rent-free in my head and kissed up her throat and spoke into her ear. It had to be fate we’d end up here together and I wouldn’t pass up my chance to dance with her again. “Stand up, Piper. And walk to the podium.”
7
Piper
The cool air in the room was jarring when we pulled apart and I stood on the stage, my dress at my waist and Hale stalking toward me, his shirt open and revealing the sculpted, lean frame and the thin line of hair running from his belly button. “Will the praise alone do the trick,” he said, reaching me and pulling my back against him, “or am I going to need to find some gold stars?”
“The gold stars are obviously a plus.” I groaned as his palms slid from my hips to cup my breasts and then back down, pushing the dress down my thighs so I was bare, standing on the stage of this lecture hall.
“Of course, they are,” he said into the back of my neck, his lips brushing my nape. “God, you’re gorgeous. Did you always look luscious?”
I did my best Lil Jon impression. “Yeah!” Hale swatted my ass, making me laugh and then moan when his hand traveled lower to between my thighs to stroke me. My brain could not catch up to the level of upside down this night had gone and I didn’t want it to when his finger made one long pass and dipped inside me.
“At what point should I say you were better at chemistry?” His finger worked in and out and I squirmed, wanting more. “Or do I just keep repeating it?”
“You don’t have to limit it to chemistry. You can mention biology, physics—” I sucked in a breath when he added a second finger and his thumb brushed over my other hole, just a swipe but it sent shivers up my spine. “Any class, really,” I added when I caught my breath.
“Ah,” he said, flattening a palm on my back. “I see. So just, decimate my own pride.”
“If you don’t mind,” I said, backing against his hand. The podium was cool against my chest but was a perfect height to grip. This was so close to my fantasy I worried I’d wake up at any moment.
“Can you come again like this?” He pumped faster and I felt the jut of his rigid cock against me. “Probably not able to, huh?”
“Are you reverse psychology’ing me into an orgasm?” My body was already coiling as he pumped against my G-spot and teased. “It doesn’t work that way.”
“Yes, it will. You like to prove me wrong.” He pumped harder and pressed my back with the flat of his hand. “You like to prove everyone wrong.”
I wanted to roll my eyes and deny him this small victory, but with each thrust of his fingers I was teetering on the edge, with fifteen years of this fantasy behind every stroke and thrust. The fantasy and that he knew me so well.
“Good. Good, Piper.” His voice was a murmur at my back as I tensed, his hand holding me in place as I squirmed against him, so close and so ready until I squeezed my eyes shut against the pleasure racking through me, and everything happening outside the classroom was gone, forgotten. There was my body under Hale Edison’s touch. “So good, Piper.”
I liked hearing him say my name, that always felt more right to me than “good girl” or something like that. He’d always called me by my last name and I liked the way it sounded coming from his lips.
I heard his belt and his pants hitting the floor, then the unexpected, “Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?” I straightened, looking over my shoulder.
“I don’t have a condom. I left that box in the grad office.” He looked longingly at the door leading to the hallway and I glanced down to where he held himself in his fist, a drop of pre-cum already beaded at the tip.
“Edison, the world is ending. Who cares? For what it’s worth, I have an IUD.” One of his palms was at my hip and I squeezed it. “Will you do this now while we still can?”
His lips crashed down on mine at that awkward angle with him still behind me, but it was perfect—hurried and frantic but still soft in the frenzy. Hale kissed me like it was a relief, like the kiss was the breath he’d been needing, and maybe I was just projecting, because that’s what it felt like to me, too. “Bend down,” he said into my ear when breaking the kiss, his cock at my backside. “Let me tell you the ways you’re smarter than me.” His fingers spread me for a moment and then the head of his cock was there, the head wide and stretching me in the most delicious way.
I closed my eyes again, cataloging every feeling as he pushed in deeper, the way he filled me, the weight of his hand at my back and his fingers digging into my hip. “You don’t have to say it.” I groaned as he pulled out and pushed back in. We fit together at this angle like we were meant to be joined like this. “This is so good.”
“Youwerethe best,” he said. “For what it’s worth.” He squeezed my hip, thrusting into me while pressing his palm gently but firmly against my back as I lowered my fingers to my clit. “The smartest, the sharpest.” His words were short punches between each thrust and I gripped the podium with my free hand. “I always knew it.”
My body craved each shift, the pressure in the right spots and my own fingers circling my sensitive clit. His words draped over my skin like silk. “Hale,” I panted. “Hale. Hale.”
“I always saw you,” he said on ragged, stuttering breath. “Always. Let go, Piper. Give me another one.” He thrust again, the control in his pace maddening, but just what I needed as my orgasm built to a peak and I crashed around him, the pulse of my core moving through my whole body. “Good. So, Good.”
His thrusts grew shallower and more erratic and then he pressed deep into me and let out a low shuddering groan with his own release.
