by Rie Warren
“Because of my eyes?”
I kissed the other side of her neck. “Hmm. Yes. The shade changes with your mood though. Did you know that?”
Mutely, she shook her head.
Laying my lips against her ear, I flicked at her earlobe. “Apple green is my favorite color today.”
“Justice,” she moaned.
Her palms smoothed across my shoulders.
I nosed the bright curls of her hair, whispering hoarsely, “Although sometimes my favorite color is apricot.”
Her hand flittered to her hair. So feminine. So beautiful.
A surge of joy pulsed through me, and something more primal, sexual.
Cradling her face in both hands, I kissed her with deep, slow seduction she returned with her swirling tongue and sucking lips.
“That sure is some strange proposal you just gave me though.” I brushed the hair from her temples. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or not.”
“I did not just propose to you.”
“Well, you said you wouldn’t have me leaving you again so I just assumed—”
“You’re teasing me again!”
“Am I?”
“Justice,” she lightly growled.
“Now, now, Miss Lawless, no growling. I think we oughtta get this romance thing off to the right start for a change.”
“Are you gonna start talkin’ about biscuits again?” She gave a huff.
I grasped her ass in both hands through her tight skirt. “These biscuits, maybe. Now, hush up for a second, Tilly, I’ve got something I want to say to you.”
She watched me with a small smile.
Releasing her, I said, “I’m glad you didn’t propose to me. Because, to be totally honest, I’m the man and I want to do it.”
“Justice . . .”
“I said hush now.” I bent down on one knee in front of her and foraged around in my pocket.
Producing the ring with the big diamond inset inside summer-colored gold filigree, I looked up at her. “Tilly Lawless, I didn’t even know how empty my life was before you.” I brought her fingers to my lips, the ring enclosed in my palm. “Then when you were gone, I was dead inside. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to.”
I paused as her hands moved to cup my face.
I had to clear my throat to continue. “If you’d let me be your husband, I promise I’ll make you happier than you’ve ever been.” Serious and scared and so in love I thought she might make me cry, I asked, “Will you marry me?”
Her silence stretched for several squirmy seconds, and I almost withdrew the offer. But her lips trembled and her hands shook, and I watched her take several ragged breaths.
I moved her hands to my chest and held the ring before her. “If you say no I’ll just enroll in all your classes and stalk you until you change your mind, Professor Lawless. I wasn’t lying about that, you know?”
Tugging on my hands, she urged me to my feet.
When I stood in front of her, she flew against me, lighting kisses and laughter and tears all over my face. “Yes! Yes! Yes! You crazy man, yes!”
I swung her around in a dizzying circle before setting her on the floor. “You want this ring then?”
Her left hand shot out fast enough to create a breeze. “Put it on me.”
“Bossy and demanding.” A grin climbed up the side of my mouth.
“Teasing and crazy.”
“Crazy in love with you,” I whispered, placing the diamond ring onto her finger where it fit perfectly snug and beautifully twinkly.
I set her glasses aside and twirled her more slowly in my arms, kissing her all the while. My hands roved to her hips and around to her backside.
“Mmm. I like you in a skirt.”
“Do you now?”
“Almost as much as I like you naked.”
“Smooth talking will get you nowhere.” Her eyes glittered.
“That so? Well, let’s see what else I can do then.” I trailed my lips and tongue down her neck, gathering her hair in my fist to tilt her head.
Her hand glided up inside my shirt, bunching it, tracing the muscles. She sucked and bit powerfully where my neck met my shoulder, and a shudder quaked through me from the back of my skull all the way to the soles of my feet.
“You marking me?”
“Oh yeah.” She went back to the same sensitive spot, and I groaned her name, fisted her hair harder.
“A skirt, and stockings.” My hands skimmed up her thighs, hiking the skirt higher, reaching the lacey tops of her stockings and stroking soft bare flesh above.
My lips roamed to her collarbone. I started unbuttoning her blouse. One button. Two. Surging between her parted legs, I let my heavy groin grind against the V of her thighs.
“And what do we have under here?” Running a hand inside the parted cloth, I palmed a tit that overflowed my large hand.
I leaned back for a better look. “More lace.”
Pale gray lace cupped the bottom fullness of her breasts only to the tops of her strawberry pink nipples. Above the nubs just hidden from view, her tits almost toppled free.
My skin stretched, wrapping my body in sparking desire. I sneered at her with unleashed lust. Tugging down the lace, I liberated her tits to my hands.
“I missed you.” I stared at the perfect bouncy mounds in my hands.
“You’re talking to my breasts?”
“Mm. Your tits. I like them.” I plunged my face down to them, mouthing her nipples with sleek hot kisses.
Her head fell back, her hips hitched up, but she gasped out, “Not here, Justice. Anyone could walk in.”
I reluctantly released her with a last loud suck on both tits. With shaking fingers, I repaired her clothes. Slipping her breasts back into the bra, I circled the hot peaks with my thumbs.
“God, I could lay you down right here. I need to feel you all over me.” I quickly buttoned Tilly back up. “Where?”
“Take me home.”
“How far?” Impatience tore at me.
“A few blocks. I walked today.”
“I drove down. We’ll take my Jeep.” I picked up the leather satchel she’d packed all her lecture notes into, slung her handbag over my shoulder, and tugged on her hand.
I almost hoisted her over my shoulder, too, to get up those goddamn stadium stairs faster. I’d have taken them two at a time, but she was wearing those sexy as fuck heels, and I didn’t want her to trip.
“Justice?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re carrying my purse.”
“You think that makes me less manly?” With that, I did pick her up in my arms, and ran the rest of the way up the steps.
We burst out of the double doors, and Tilly pealed with laughter. “Oh, put me down!”
“Not a chance.”
“I have a reputation to uphold.”
I set her on her feet immediately and brushed any new wrinkles from her blouse and skirt. “My apologies, Professor Lawless.”
That done, I pulled her after me again. I was a man on a mission. If we didn’t make it to privacy soon I might have to slam her against the wall and fuck her in the middle of the corridor.
“Professor Lawless!” Her TA—floppy-haired-emo-boy—stuck his head out of a door as we hustled past.
“Professor Lawless has some very serious business to attend to with me. And she’s going to be Professor Lawless-Chase in a few weeks,” I shot back at the dude.
Hell yes, I wanted to stamp my claim on her. Fuck, I wanted to mark her all over with my scent and my come like an animal.
“What he said!” Tilly laughed and waved when we hit the outside door, dipshit still staring after us.
“A few weeks?” She gripped my hand, and I towed her along, practically taking down coeds like bowling pins if they didn’t get out of my way fast enough.
“That’s right. Got any objections?” I slid a glance at her.
She looked at me with a growing smile. She shook her head from side
to side.
“And I figured I’d knock you up right away because you’re going to be sexy as hell pregnant and a damn fine momma too.”
“Justice!” Shock flamed her face.
“I’m kidding.” I towed her along, chuckling. “Gonna enjoy you naked and flat-bellied first before I get the pleasure of enjoying your body filled with our baby.”
And right there in the middle of the SCAD campus I hauled up short, slung her into my arms, and planted a full-mouthed, full-bodied kiss on her.
“You’re insane.” She drifted back, her cheeks glowing.
“Totally sane. Have the papers to prove it.” I knocked two knuckles against my forehead. “You know I have to get the old noggin’ tested regularly and talk to shrinks after every op.”
Holding her around her waist, I propelled her along with me.
Various students and teachers called out friendly hellos to Tilly, but I had one goal: get to the damn Jeep and make it to her house before we had to resort to having public sex. I wanted to do something right with her for a change.
I settled her into the front seat of nearly military grade, all-black, jacked-up Jeep Rubicon, and leaned across to start the engine and flip on the A/C. After taking a biting wet kiss from Tilly’s lips, I backed out of her door and placed her things in the backseat.
I rounded the front, and all the while she watched me from inside.
Snapping on my seatbelt, I put the Jeep into gear. “Directions?”
Tilly’s eyes were glued to my lips.
I let one corner of my mouth drift up in a slow curl. “Tilly girl, if we don’t get to your house I’m gonna fuck you on a side street on this campus, so you wanna tell me where you live or are you gonna do me right now?”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Oh Yeah . . . Biscuits
TILLY SNAPPED INTO ACTION. The directions were easy enough to follow. A good thing because my mind was buzzing. Hell, my entire body was buzzing. Having Tilly perched right next to me made concentrating difficult. Her skirt slid up her thighs almost to the top of her stockings. Her light perfume scented the air.
And the way she stared at me—greedily—was not helping with the testosterone build-up.
I stopped at a red light, tempted to shoot across it.
“Lordy but it’s hot.” Whisking her hair up, Tilly arched her neck.
Lawdy . . .
How I’d missed the sound of her light drawl. My throat dry—not because of thirst—and my body burning up for her, I stared with what had to be a wolfish look when she let those tresses drop back down.
“Yeah. It is hot.”
She glanced at me, and her eyes hooded with answering unbound hunger. “Hurry, Justice.”
Her hand landed on my thigh, the faded denim little barrier against the tight circles she drew closer and closer to where my hard-on wedged against a zipper threatening to break open. “Or we might have to pull over so I can get my mouth on you.”
I slammed on the gas as soon as the light hit green.
The moment she breathed the blessed words, “Pull in here,” I turned right into a short brick driveway and parked behind her car.
The engine hadn’t even died before I was out like a shot and heading for her door. I helped her down, grabbed her bags, unlatched the back of the Jeep, and took the handles of the first duffel I came across.
With my palm at the small of Tilly’s spine, I tried for a more sedate pace up the front path. The house was two stories. Bright poppy red with white trim. Victorian. Well maintained.
Front porch with a swing. Green grass. Magnolia tree with fat blossoms. Other plants. Flowers.
It was pretty, but I needed to fuck.
Tilly’s high heels click-clicked up the wooden steps. I set a pace a half step behind so I could stare at her ass. She took out a key. I wrested it from her and swiftly opened the screen and inside door.
After setting everything on the floor, I performed a quick sweep of the area. Deciding we were safe enough, I pulled her to me over the jumble of bags at our feet.
“It’s nice. Where’s the bed?” I asked in a brusque undertone.
“Upstairs.”
She led. I followed. Through a hall. Up the stairs. We stumbled once, clinging by our hands and mouths, unable to get close enough, fast enough.
I whipped off my shirt when we reached the landing.
Tilly pouted. “I wanted to do that.”
She eyed the dusting of hair on my chest.
I grinned, flexing a whole lot of poundage of muscle. “You can do my jeans.”
She turned with a flounce and released her own shirt. It floated to the floor. She started on the bra, but I reached forward and snapped it open first.
The straps fell down her arms, and she let the bra drop from her fingertips as she continued to hip-sway, hip-sway along the upstairs hallway. I caught the scrap of gray lace in my hand, the warmth from her skin seeping through the cloth.
Inside her bedroom, she pulled a shade half down. Sunlight streaked across the walls, the wooden floors, and her partially undressed body. Leaving the door open, I crossed to her and pushed her against the wall beside the window. My hands wound down her skin from her neck to her shoulders to her arms. I kissed the insides of her elbows where her skin was even paler.
On my knees, I leaned my forehead against her stomach and my hands stole up to weigh her breasts, roll her nipples. Her skirt had two tiny buttons on one hip, and I popped them open, my breath running across her belly before I kissed her in the center. A flick of the hidden zipper and a hush of fabric drifting down beneath my hands, then the skirt slipped from her legs. Pausing on the floor in front of Tilly, I watched her kick the skirt away with a sharp-heeled stiletto, the most womanly image I’d ever seen.
And she was mine.
I took in her scent, her arched posture, her bared throat, and big pink-tipped tits that made me horny as hell. Rocking back on my heels, I grazed my hands up her legs, over the silky stockings and the bare tops of her thighs. A freckle I hadn’t discovered yet called to me. It was perfectly round and perfectly centered on her midriff.
I licked it, licked lower and lower over her panties that matched her bra. She was wet, and I wanted it. With two strong tugs, I ripped the lace from her, and her hips sprang forward.
I rubbed my nose against her curls first before burying my face between her thighs.
Tilly gasped my name, her fingers funneling into my hair, the ring glinting whenever it caught the sunlight.
Her skin was like flower petals, and when I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, her flesh blossomed against my tongue. Tilly released a deep-throated whimper.
I straightened on my knees, driving her up the wall, taking her off her feet, poising her for my mouth. Resting her weight on my shoulders, I licked the puffy inner lips of her pussy, pulling more moisture onto my tongue. My long arms reached up, and I spread my fingers open to web her breasts, pulling her nipples the same way I drew her clit onto my tongue.
I kissed her. Flicked and orbited her. I left my tongue at her opening, watching with my eyes latched as her flesh kissed me, and her hot flavor pulled me inside the so-red entrance of her pussy.
She came once with a wailing scream. But I needed more. Laying her on the floor after throwing a blanket down, I crawled between her legs. One of her shoes dangled from a limp foot, but that foot arched and her back bowed when I cruised back to the damp curls and wet entrance of her cunt.
My tongue insinuated inside, I held her hands by her hips as she restlessly rode up to my chin, my mouth, my face.
“Give me more, Tilly.”
She tore a hand loose and pushed it down on her belly, her tits heaving. “Oh, GOD!”
Recklessly, she stabbed all ten fingers into my shoulders, the pain only driving me on. She came with her thighs flattened to my ears, and my hands digging into her ass to savor the final richness of her orgasm.
I kissed her a last time before drawing up above her,
over her, on all fours.
I kissed her mouth, filling it with her taste that had no compare.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, laughing faintly. “Where did you come from?”
“I’m your very own big bad boy, didn’t you know?”
Her hand loitered down exactly where I was big and hard and bad and about to burst the bounds.
She caressed me, and I sucked in a breath.
“I think you are very”—she turned her hand, somehow making the whole above the jeans fisting hotter than any blowjob on earth—“very good. Howevah shall I pay you back?”
“Get all the way naked, and then me.” I rolled onto my back and propped up on my elbows to make sure I had the very best view.
She stood up with a hand on one bare hip. “Do you want me to leave the heels on?”
I stared at her long legs encased in the lace-top stockings and the shiny wet aroused flesh of her cunt . . . back down to the temping stilettoes. “Just you.”
One high heel clicked beside my head, then the other one until she stood directly over my face.
My hands circled her ankles and ran along her calves. “Come down here, Tilly girl.”
She squatted over my face, letting me suck at her again while we both worked off the stilettoes followed by the silky stockings. She came with a smaller pulse against my tongue, her hands clutching my hair, her low gasp riddling my senses.
Tilly flipped onto her back, the stain of orgasm flushing her skin all over. Then I stood above her, smirking.
“Get me naked now.”
She tackled my boots, throwing them off impatiently. Her hands roved up my legs to my thighs and over the length of my cock. When her face lifted to me, her shiny lips curved in a luscious smile.
My cock pulsed inside the jeans, and she nipped at me.
She plucked the buttons free slowly. I wasn’t wearing boxers or briefs or anything at all, and I was hard as an ax handle and just as broad.
Tilly bared me, her mouth a hot oval pressed to the underside of my cock as soon as it was revealed. One hand worked the jeans off my feet, the other one rose to my balls and bounced them lightly.
“You look bigger.” She circled her fingertips around the head of my deep-red and throbbing dick.