Page 29 of Breakaway Heart
“Hi!” He said, a little too excited, as if he’d been waiting all day to say it.
“Hey, Randy,” I replied as coolly as I could, before I saw another set of big bulging eyes from behind him. “Oh, and how’s your day been, Jefferson?”
Jefferson looked at me, cocking his head as if he was trying to decipher what I’d just said. Then he huffed and wiggled out toward me to say hello.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Randall said, scratching his head. “First new person he’s come to say hello to in forever. He usually just does his little Jefferson snort and struts off.”
“Maybe he thinks I’ve got treats on me.”
“Oh. You do, Lucy.” He said, coming closer.
My red dress had given me away instantly, and I blushed as he looked at me with eyes that didn’t hide his feelings.
“You look like a treat in that dress.”
I watched his eyes trace their way along the warm skin of my neckline, while my own caught the taut ripple of muscle in his bicep flex, and it sent a shiver of excitement through me. The two of us stood for a moment, admiring each other, desiring each other, and the feeling that flowed between us was undeniable.
I looked at him, and Randy just blinked back.
“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“I’m listening.”
“Oh, good boy. You’re learning.”
“I’m trying. But if you did want to keep me in detention after class…”
I could hear my heart thumping in my chest as he came another step closer, his frame towering over me, delighted flutters vibrating inside me as his hands slid down my sides and rested neatly on my hips.
Looking up at his darkened eyes, Randy smiled down on me, practically licking his lips at having me in his clutches. He lowered his head, and my lips rose to meet his.
His breath was hot and excited on my cheek, and my body sighed back at him. Already, I was trembling with delight at the anticipation of him touching me, undressing me, taking me to another beautiful state of being.
He gripped my hips and turned me to face away from him. His thick, commanding fingers slid up my bare thigh and then disappeared under my dress. Soft, warm, and tantalizing on my skin. Pleasure receptors sparked in my brain as my lips opened and a gasp fell from them. I wanted his touch. I wanted his skin pressed against mine. But now it was more than that. Ineededit.
Randall’s fingers arched over the lip of my panties and then began to pull them down over my hips. The feel of the cotton and his fingers on my skin sent tingling delightsthrough me. He stopped when they were down to just above my knees, and then those hands that were driving me wild rose upward again, finding the revealed skin of my ass. The soft touch turned into a grasp, testing the plump flesh, experiencing it with delight. I was already eager for him to explore me more, my blood rushing right to where I needed his fingers to be.
As if he could read my mind, his thumb slipped between my thighs, rising to meet my excitement.
He breathed into my ear. “Darling, you’re so wet already.”
I whimpered and writhed back against him, as his thumb began to explore my excited, throbbing lips. His other hand slid across the taut skin of my jaw, finding the open lips of my mouth. Both of his thumbs slipped over their wet, eager holes, and I closed my lips over him as he teased the entrances to my body and my pleasure. The soft friction and warm tension making my blood pump harder.
His thumb slipped from my lips and rolled down to roughly grasp at my breast, his breath heavy on my neck as his mouth suckled at the skin, while his hands continued to explore my most intimate and delighted places.
“I want to taste you.” He gasped in my ear.
I quivered in excitement at the thought of his hot tongue meeting me. But I also wanted to savor this feeling, the excitement, the wild arousal. To let it simmer and grow, until it was unbearable.
“You first.” I gasped back.
Turning around to face him, our wild eyes met each other, and slowly and seductively, I slipped onto my knees in front of him.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I told him as I lifted my hand to his belt and pulled at it.
A pleasing clink resounded out as his belt fell loose. His piercing blue eyes looked down at me in agonizing expectation as I ran my hands over his pants and along the thick muscle that was waiting inside for me.
“Lucy, I really can’t tell if you’re a bad girl or a good girl.”
