Dribbling the ball with one wide hand, Derrick ran down the court, bare torso gleaming with sweat, the rivulets running down his slim but muscled back to dampen his dark blue shorts. He threw the ball toward Rashawn, who ran with it toward the basket and scored.
Troy caught the ball as it fell out of the net, dribbled, and then shot it toward Ian. “Just please tell me you got some footage if you did go there,” he said.
His friends laughed.
“You know Ian is not going to play some girl like that. Unless, of course, she wants to play like that,” Rashawn said, intercepting the pass and then darting toward his basket. Ian blocked him, stole the ball, and, for the first time that night, made a basket.
“About time,” Ian said.
“So when are you going to tell us, professor? Don’t keep us hangin’.”
“It wasn’t much,” Ian said. “A friend came over unexpectedly and—”
“I knew it. Pay up, Shawn.” Derrick laughed, his white teeth flashing. “I told you it was a woman.”
Ian threw the ball at Derrick, who laughed again, caught it, and tossed it up to easily make a basket. “Thanks, man.”
“So, was it good?” Derrick asked.
“Oh, yes.” Ian felt right saying at least that much.
Troy caught the ball on its rebound from the basket and slowly dribbled it backward toward the opposite basket. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah. Maybe one day we can do that double date thing with you and Tania,” Ian said to him and then turned to his single friends. “You fellas need to find some respectable women before you can come. Strippers you get from the club don’t really count as dates.”
“Fuck you,” Rashawn said and stole the ball from Troy.
They all knew about Ian’s wife. It was a sad story he’d told one night three years ago when he was too drunk to know any better.
“I still think you should hook up with that fine ass next door,” Rashawn said. “Regular pussy just a doorbell away.”
Derrick made a rude noise. “Yeah, another stalker just a doorbell away.”
“You got that right,” Ian said.
Although attractive men were scattered everywhere like sand, when Ian first arrived in Miami, the women flocked to him like he was the only one. The first woman he’d slept with here turned out to be a stalker, showing up at Ian’s favorite bar every day, even following him home to beg for another date. Ian didn’t give her any hints to get. He straight up told her he was interested in her only for the sex and maybe a drink outside of that. She hadn’t appreciated his honesty. He ended up paying almost five hundred dollars to get his keyed Honda Accord repainted. That psycho hadn’t been the last.
“Since you’re so obsessed with Ian’s neighbor, Shawn, why don’t you try to get up in that?”
Rashawn sucked his teeth at Derrick. “Right. Like I know where that pussy’s been. Half the damn strippers I know suck dick on the side. The rest of them turn up their assholes for a gold chain and a free meal.”
Ian laughed. “You would definitely be in a position to know.”
They had all been there when Rashawn went through his hyper-sexed phase and blew an indecent amount of money on strippers and porn. His friends had all laughed at him before finally staging a minor intervention that set him straight and gave him a different perspective on things. These days he was mostly celibate, with the occasional girlfriend who invariably ended up looking like a hooker straight out of Pretty Woman, the X-rated version.
Rashawn sucked his teeth again. “Fuck off.”
“Come on, fellas.” Troy laughed and palmed the ball. “Like me, this game is tired. Let’s grab some beers.”
And that was the end of that.
“He doesn’t have office hours right now.”
Ian looked up from the sheaf of papers on his desk at the sound the secretary’s voice just outside the door.
“It’s OK, I’m not a student. This is a personal visit.”
“Oh, in that case—” Before Ella could finish the sentence, Tam knocked on Ian’s half-open door and walked in.
Ian leaned back in his chair.
She smiled at him, all mischief and seductive beauty. “Surprise. Again.”
He hadn’t seen her in almost four days. The night after their “movie date,” he called the number she’d scribbled on his refrigerator and left a message. Instead of returning his call, she’d now showed up at his office.
“Busy?” she asked, coming deeper into the office and closing the door behind her.
“Not too much to talk to you.”
“That’s very gallant of you to say.”
“I’m sure you’re used to men being gallant and chivalrous as well as everything else just for you. Even the assholes.”
“Unfortunately that’s not quite true.” She sat down in the chair across from his desk, looking very much like one of his students in her tight blue T-shirt and a skirt that fell away from her knees as she crossed her legs. “So, what are you up to?”
“Not too much. Looking at my mid-semester student evaluations.”
“I thought profs only gave those out at the end of the semester.”
“I don’t see any point in doing it then. The students are in the class now. If I can make their learning experience better while I still have them as students, then our time together will be more productive.”
Tam nodded. “That makes sense.” She tilted her head to the side in that appraising look he was coming to know very well.
Ian pushed aside the evaluations to give her his full attention. She looked fresh today, a lovely blend of innocent womanhood and coy coed. Funny how that never seemed appealing in the dozens of younger girls who’d sat in that same chair in the past.
“I could get used to these visits of yours,” he said.
“Don’t.” Tam smiled as she said it. “I like the surprise of you. Of us.”
His eyebrow lifted. “I didn’t know there was an us.”
“Mm hmmm. And isn’t it a nice surprise, like flowers on a non-special day or sex in the afternoon?”
“Absolutely,” Ian said. He was more than happy to play along.
Her nipples were hard under the tiny shirt, and he was trying not to stare. Then he shrugged and let his eyes drink their fill. If she hadn’t wanted him to look, she wouldn’t have worn the shirt. Tam must have known that her breasts were like succulent little plums peaking under the blue material, just begging for a brush of his hands. He remembered how sensitive her nipples were, how she hissed from the barest touch of them, how she couldn’t seem to come without him sucking or playing with them. Ian shifted in his chair.
“So, when are you going to be finished?” she asked.
“It’s hard to say. I have office hours beginning at two.” It was almost one thirty. “Do you have anything particular in mind?”
“No. I just wanted to enjoy your company for a few minutes before heading back home to do some work.” Tam uncrossed her legs. “And I do, you know. Enjoy your company.” She stood up and walked around the desk to where he sat. Her scent, that same green tea and rosemary blend, teased his nose as she stepped closer. Tam sat down on his desk, clearing a path for her bottom with a careless sweep of a hand behind her. Papers fluttered as they slid over the desk’s surface and then fell to the floor. Her breasts settled close to his mouth. She looked down at him, bracing her sandaled feet on the arms of his chair. “Do you enjoy my company?”
“Very much.”
She wasn’t wearing any underwear. The intimate smell of her pussy, wet and in need of attention, brought him instantly up and hard, nearly bursting out of his pants. Of course, Tam noticed. She didn’t miss much. With a curling, catlike smile, she leaned closer and braced her hands on his shoulders.
“I was hoping you’d have time for me this afternoon,” she murmured.
Ian groaned. He could see where this was going. This was to pay him back for the other night when he didn’t fuck her like she wanted. As muc
h as the idea of those kinds of games usually turned him off, he was more than ready to play this one. He wanted to be available for her. But he had at least two students signed up to see him this afternoon, and the last thing he wanted to do was have one of them walk in on him having sex with Jasmine’s mother.
“Why don’t you come by my place tonight?” he asked, pitching his voice low. “We’ll have the evening all to ourselves, and I can fuck you for as long as you can stand it.”
She actually pouted, and he laughed. Her face flexed, and she looked…hurt. Tam pushed away from him and stood up, putting away her gorgeous pussy.
“I don’t think so.” She walked to the door. “Since you don’t have time for me now, I’m going to leave. Don’t call me.”
Ian watched her close the door quietly behind her.
He spent a few seconds trying to figure out what had just happened before he jumped to his feet, cursing.
His secretary looked up as he burst into the little reception area, her eyebrow rising to her hairline.
“Where did that woman go?” he asked.
She pointed to the stairs leading down and out of the building. Ian flew after Tam, banging open the door leading to the stairs. His Converse slapped against the steps as he raced to find her. He saw the flash of dark blue and the lighter blue of her skirt.
“Tam!”
She stopped on the flight of stairs below him and looked up. “What do you want?”
“I want to talk to you.” Ian slowed down but kept walking steadily toward her.
“What about?” Her hand landed on the railing, holding lightly to it as her foot hovered above the next step.
“Your childishness.” He stopped on the stair above her.
She turned fully to face him. “You laughed at me.”
“No, I didn’t. I laughed at the situation, not at you.”
“I was the situation,” she said petulantly but turned into him only to smile at his exasperated expression. “Jasmine ran me out of the house today. She said I was being hormonal.”
“Are you?”
“Hell, yes.”
He chuckled.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” She trailed her fingers up the smooth metal railing until they lay next to his. Quicksilver-fast mood swings. That was one thing he’d forgotten about being with a woman for longer than a few sex-filled nights.
Ian brushed his hand over her hair and down her long neck to the warm, slight weight of her shoulders. “What do you think?”
She smiled and took the last step to push them together. Desire slammed between them and ignited like nitro. Her mouth devoured his, opened wide and hungry. Tam gripped his shirt and popped one button and then two. Her fingernails scraped down his chest, bringing up goose bumps and his dick, hard and harder against her belly.
“Fuck!”
Her hands dived to his pants, quickly freeing his dick. She held him between her hot palms and dropped quickly to her knees.
“No.” He pulled her back up and against his chest. “I don’t want that. Not now. Not here.”
Her look was questioning, but when he pushed her backward and turned her belly against the railing, a pleased sound vibrated in her throat. He kissed her from behind, tangling their tongues together as her head turned over her shoulder, her neck twisting back. Tam tilted up her bottom, weeping “yes” from her every pore. And Ian was pushing up her skirt, ripping her panties out of the way, and then sinking into her gratifyingly wet pussy.
They both groaned. The lust and want rose up in Ian like a tsunami until he had no control over his body and certainly not his mind. They froze for a moment like that, pleasure so intense immobilizing them on that railing, in that stairwell, breaths rubbing raw against each other. Then Tam arched her back and grunted, pushing back against Ian.
He sighed and eased even more deeply inside her comforting warmth. As he moved faster, the comfort burned away and the heat became consuming and they were back to frantic speed again, gasping and groaning in the narrow stairwell, their noises echoing back at them, the sweat soaking their clothes. Tam reached back and up to stroke his face. The simple pressure of her fingertips against his cheeks stoked Ian’s fire even higher. Her pinkie dipped into the parted hollow of his mouth, sliding against his tongue as he fucked her.
Ian heard foreign noises, the door upstairs banging open, and then voices. It only made him grasp her tighter, fuck her harder. The voices came lower, and then another door banged open as the intruders disappeared onto a higher floor. Some part of him was relieved. He didn’t want anyone to find him like this, his pants hitched under his ass, his dick buried to the hilt in the hottest woman he’d ever known. But part of him didn’t care. It just wanted to feel. It wanted to feel her.
He reached around for her swollen, pulsing clit and took it between his fingers, stroking her hard just the way she liked it when she was close to coming. Her mouth opened, and she cried out, gasping with each thrust, her glorious loudness music to his ears as she lost her control to him, flinging her pussy back against him as she held on tight to the railing with one hand and guided his fingers on her clit with the other.
“Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Yes.” He was nothing and everything inside her, incinerated and coming and exploding and dying all at once.
She came around him, screaming into the palm of his hand. Tam bit him, and Ian groaned. The pain sent more shock waves rolling through him, and his hips jerked against her ass. Another set of voices flowed down the stairs, this time definitely heading toward them. Ian hurriedly tugged up his pants and put his dick away. Tam groaned and staggered off the railing to tuck down her skirt and wipe her hands across her sweaty face.
“Come.” Ian tugged her out of the stairwell and into the bright sunlight. The door closed behind them, locking them out of the building.
Her breathing wasn’t quite under control when the two students came through that same door only moments later, but by that time she and Ian were far up the path, heading to the front door of the Humanities building.
“Well,” Tam said. “That was interesting.”
“Very.”
They walked silently to the parking lot toward the conspicuous blue of her car, with its gleaming chrome wheels and a giant wrapped and tied rectangular something, a painting, Ian assumed, sticking up from the backseat and beyond the lowered convertible roof.
“Listen,” he said. “I want to give you something.” He reached into his back pocket for the piece of paper in his wallet he’d been carrying around for the better part of a week. “I wanted to give you this in case we got even more…involved.”
“Yeah, I think today counts as more involved.”
It wasn’t that she had come to see him at school, or even that she’d been emotional with a man she had no intention of making her boyfriend. It was simply that they’d fucked, hard and hot and well. And recklessly without a condom.
“I’m clean,” he said, handing her the piece of paper, his STD test results.
She blushed and wrapped her arms around herself. “Thanks.” Tam cleared her throat and looked down. “I guess that was really careless of me, to let things go that far and not know… Shit.” She looked up at him. “I’m clean, too, Ian. That I can promise you. So that you don’t have to trust what I say, I’ll bring my paperwork to you later. OK?”
He smiled at her, feeling a sudden tenderness for her well up inside. “OK.”
She cleared her throat again. “I think you better go now. You’ll be late for your meetings.”
“Fuck.” He looked up and around toward the gigantic campus clock that was visible from most places on campus. A few minutes after two. “Yes.” He backed away from her. “I’ll call you after my meetings are over. Can you come see me tonight?”
She nodded, still wrapped in the protection of her arms. “Yes.”
“Good. Talk to you later then.” Then he was jogging back toward his office, his skin still hot and smelling like her.
; Chapter 8
“I just got into an accident,” Tam said as soon as Ian answered his phone. “Can I meet you at your house later?”
Ian froze. “Where are you? Do you need a ride home? Are you hurt?”
“No, no. I’m fine.” Her voice was firm, if a little preoccupied. “Let me just finish dealing with these cops, and I’ll call you when I’m on my way.” She hung up before he could ask any more questions.
It was just after four o’clock. If she was caught in an accident now, it might be until well after six before she escaped from the traffic. He thought briefly about calling Derrick and asking his friend to use his connections in the police department to find Tam’s location. But that would be a little bit too much, to show up at the scene of her accident trying to be her knight in shining armor when she didn’t even want to be see in public with him.
At home Ian had a Scotch and soda dinner and then sat down to watch TV. But not even his favorite porn channel with its constant parade of uninhibited women could take his mind off Tam and what she could be going through right now. When the doorbell rang a few minutes after eight o’clock, he catapulted off the couch.
“Hey,” Tam greeted him with a forlorn look and an unsuccessful attempt at a smile.
“Hey.”
They stared quietly at each other for a moment, then Ian looked beyond her to the car sitting in his drive. It was obviously drivable. The convertible top was up and intact, but the front end of the MINI wasn’t. The front grille with the MINI Cooper insignia and license plate was crushed in about three inches, and one of the front lights winked with bits of broken glass. But the car was otherwise fine. It dripped wet on the driveway’s concrete.
“I just took it through a drive-through car wash. I thought it would look better.” She sighed. “Take me inside. I don’t want to see it anymore.”
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