Bleacke's Geek

by Lesli Richardson

  He felt the world disappear around them. His universe ended outside the circle of her arms. And he wanted to fuck her. Hard and fast and furiously.

  Ken sat up, his gaze never leaving hers. He unfastened her jeans and smiled as she arched her hips up, allowing him to yank her jeans and underwear down after she kicked off her sneakers.

  He pulled his shirt off over his head without unbuttoning it all the way. After kicking off his shoes, he shed his slacks, enjoying the sultry smile that creased her face when he stood towering over her, naked.

  Something took over, an urgent desire even more than normal to be inside her, to own her. He reached down and caught her by the wrist, then flipped her over onto her stomach as he dropped to his knees behind her. She pushed up onto all fours as she cast a look over her shoulder.

  “Please take me,” she whispered.

  His cock already felt like it would explode. He felt something stronger and more raw than lust or primal need take over. He grabbed her hips and sank his cock home deep inside her, enjoying the way she threw her head back and let out a happy sound that almost sounded like a growl.

  “Yes!” she gasped.

  He dug his hands into her hips to hold her in place. Hard and fast, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers filled the clearing, their panting breath, her soft, mewling sounds of pleasure. The he felt her explosion, and the feeling of his own body responding, answering as his release burst from him.

  The force of it robbed all strength from his legs. He fell forward onto her, gasping for air, his face buried in her hair at the base of her neck. She reached back, found his hand, and laced her fingers through his.

  Nothing had ever felt so good. It seemed that every time she made him come, it was harder and better than the previous time.

  “I think I’m going to have bruises on my hips,” she playfully teased.

  He immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry, I—”

  “No, don’t be sorry.” She tipped her head back, a sated smile curling her beautiful lips. “I like it.”

  Their eyes met and he felt his cock go hard inside her. Christ! He’d never gotten this hard this fast before.

  Hell, he’d never been this hard before.

  He sat up, pulling her back onto her knees, his fingers wrapped around her hips even more tightly than before. She wiggled her butt against him, urging him on.

  “You want it hard, baby?” he asked her. Who was this person possessing his soul? He’d never felt like this before.

  “Yes!” she begged.

  Deliberately, he took long, hard, strokes, as deep as he could, feeling his member sliding all the way home inside her slick muscles. He withdrew slowly, making her whine and beg for it before slamming home.

  When she begged for him to go faster, he slowed down, making her plead with him. “Don’t tease me,” she begged.

  Darkness settled in the woods around them. He felt a new darkness of his own deep within him. “You’ll take what I give you,” he said, the words spilling out of him as if he had no conscious will.

  Her whole body undulated beneath him as she dropped her shoulders to the ground, her fingers digging into the grass as she squirmed in his hands.

  He felt a surge of power roll through him. She was his, all his, and he had her at his mercy.

  He kept up his teasing pace despite her impassioned pleas. Sometimes he’d speed up just enough to make her cry out with pleasure as a smaller orgasm rolled through her before he slowed down again, forcing his own release to build into epic proportions.

  When he knew he couldn’t hold it back anymore, he reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You!”

  His hips shot forward, pistoning his cock deep inside her. “Who’s your mate?” What the hell is wrong with me?

  “You!” she cried out again as he felt a huge climax take her.

  That finished him. He released her hair and dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips as he fucked her, rocking her body with the force of his thrusts. When his orgasm hit, he cried out her name before collapsing, his body limp, on top of her.

  Silence descended around them as he felt his brain return to sanity.

  What the fuck did I just do? Would she ever forgive him?

  When she changed position beneath him, he pushed himself up and off of her so she could move. He expected her to run, or at the very least call him a slew of nasty names.

  Instead, she turned over beneath him, grabbed him, and pulled him down on top of her. Her lips found his and she deeply kissed him.

  He rolled them to their sides as she snuggled even more tightly in his arms, as if trying to become one with him.

  In the dim light, he made out her satiated smile. “I…I’m sorry, Dewi.”

  Her eyes popped open. “What?”

  “I’m sorry I got so rough. I don’t know what the hell came over me.”

  She giggled, softly at first until it finally rolled out of her as full belly laughs, her peals of amusement bouncing off the trees around them.

  “What?” he asked.

  She kissed him again, deeply, passionately. “I loved every second if it,” she whispered. Then she nipped his ear lobe. “Never be afraid to take what’s rightfully yours. I’m your mate, and you’re mine.”

  * * * *

  She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. What was that saying? Oh, yeah.

  Bless his heart.

  That set her off on another giggling fit. She pressed her body against his, enjoying the scent of their lovemaking mixed with the green scent of the grass and pine needles crushed beneath them.

  “You’re okay?” he asked.

  She licked the base of his throat, enjoying the sweet and salty taste of his flesh. “I’ve never been better in my entire life,” she honestly replied.

  It was full dark, the sky completely black and dotted with stars, when they stirred from their stupor. She handed him his clothes before reaching for her own.

  “You’re really okay?” he tentatively asked.

  She grabbed him and hugged him tightly to her. She loved the way he fit in her arms. “Absolutely. I’ve never been happier.” She deeply inhaled, loving how her scent and his mingled together.

  When they were both dressed, she took him by the hand and led him back to the house. They didn’t see Badger or Beck, and she sensed they were in their rooms. Ken followed her upstairs to their room and to the bathroom, where she started the shower.

  She kissed him. “Let’s get cleaned up and go to bed. I know you’ve got to get to work in the morning.”

  But Dewi found she couldn’t help herself. By the time they were naked under the warm water, she dropped to her knees, took him into her mouth, and quickly drew yet another orgasm out of him.

  He leaned against the wall as he recovered, with his arms draped over her shoulders, her ear pressed against his stomach. “I love you, baby,” he whispered.

  She smiled. “I love you, too.” She had fully intended on letting him get to sleep, but she didn’t fight him off when later in bed he rolled her onto her back and dove between her legs, using his mouth and tongue to bring her to another stellar climax.

  Finally sated for the night, they both dropped into a dreamless sleep, clinging to each other.

  Chapter Eight

  Monday morning, Ken managed to grab breakfast and a shower without Dewi molesting him or tempting him to molest her. He’d also guessed right about needing a tie. While faint, purplish bruises ringed his neck where Beck had grabbed him yesterday morning.

  It didn’t take him long to find a tie in his stuff. While he stood in front of the mirror and tied it, Dewi wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and peeked over his shoulder.

  “You look nice.”

  He shrugged. “Nothing much. Just jeans and a shirt. It’s how I always dress for work.”

  She turned him around and finished adjusting his tie for him. “You look good,” she
insisted. She stood on tiptoe to kiss him. “I like it.”

  His cock tried to stiffen in his jeans and he struggled to keep it under control. “Not nearly as exciting as what you do. Bring plenty to do with you. Or even a pillow.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll be bored to tears, I’m sure. Probably fall asleep.”

  Her hands slid lower, down to his ass, slipping inside his back pockets and pulling him against her.

  Typical, he lost the fight against his body and his cock once again hardened almost immediately.

  She noticed and smiled. “I bet I can keep you awake. Sit in back of class and distract you.”

  He laughed. “Oh, no. The last thing I need to do is try to teach with a hard-on. I’ll be distracted enough as it is just knowing you’re there.”

  She pouted as she did a sensuous little bump and grind against him. “Aw, you’re no fun.”

  He kissed her. “That’s not what you were saying last night.” He managed to pry himself away from her. “We need to get going. I don’t want to be late.”

  “I’ll be ready in a minute.” She still wore an adorable little pout.

  “You can molest me tonight, babe,” he teased. “Not that I could stop you even if I wanted to. And believe me, I don’t want to stop you.”

  He grabbed his laptop and papers and headed downstairs with a smile on his face. It was only as he poured himself a travel mug of coffee that he realized he’d left his glasses upstairs on the dresser.

  Not that I’ll need them. So much had happened in just the past couple of days, it still blew his mind. He couldn’t understand why him, and definitely not why her, but he wouldn’t question that part of the equation.

  He loved her.

  He thought about the rings safely resting in his pocket. She wanted him. God only knew why, but she did.

  She joined him a moment later. “Ready?”

  He nodded. When she started to reach for his laptop case, before he thought about what he was doing he made an uh-uh noise that stayed her hand in mid-air.

  Then he realized what he did. Before he could start apologizing, she laughed and kissed him. “Yes, sir,” she teasingly said.

  He swallowed hard. “Sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

  She reached up and slung her arms around his neck. “I do.” She rose up on her toes and kissed him. “And you don’t know how much I enjoy it.” Leaving him not only confused, but flustered and horny, she shot a smile over her shoulder and headed out to the garage where he heard the big door roll up.

  Oh. Right. Work. He grabbed his stuff, juggling the mug of hot coffee, his papers, and his laptop case, and headed after her.

  * * * *

  Dewi’s driving scared him as much, if not more, in broad daylight as it had Saturday night. With her eyes concealed behind mirrored sunglasses, she shot through traffic as if it stood still around her. She had to get a parking permit when they reached the campus, then she followed his directions until they were parked in the staff lot outside his building.

  She got out of the car, slung a worn backpack over one shoulder, and waited for him while he once again juggled everything. “You don’t have to go in with me,” he said.

  “Why?” He loved her playful smirk. “Afraid I’ll hurt someone for getting too close to you?”

  “No. I’m afraid you’ll have time to rethink taking on a loser like me.”

  Before he realized what happened, she’d grabbed him by the tie and hauled him down to her eye level.

  “Listen to me,” she growled.

  He listened.

  “Don’t you ever put yourself down like that again, okay? You’re mine, and I love you, and I don’t give a shit what your life was like or what others thought of you before I met you. I love you just the way you are, and I think you’re perfect.” Then she kissed him, nearly driving him out of his mind right then.

  Okay, so much for not teaching with a hard-on. He wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.

  She released his tie and smoothed his shirt out. With a playful smile, she held her hand out, motioning for him to lead the way. “After you.”

  “Um, uh huh.”

  She followed him into the building. In the lobby, they had to wait for the elevator. He thought he was avoiding the inevitable when John Scoggins and Pete Smith walked up.

  “Hey, Ethelbert,” John said, both men obviously staring at Dewi.

  Ken felt shocked when he had to beat back the sudden urge to deck John and Pete for how they were looking at Dewi. “Hey.”

  Pete cleared his throat. “Um, hi,” he said to Dewi.

  Standing behind Ken, she slipped her arms around his waist and laid her cheek against his back. “Hi,” she said in a sweetly seductive tone.

  Both men’s jaws dropped.

  “You, uh, look different today, Ethelbert,” John said.

  Ken thought fast. “No glasses.”

  “Oh. Oh yeah.”

  The door to the elevator opened. Ken stepped in, Dewi smoothly following him and keeping him between her and the two men, who were now obviously trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Part of him felt amused, because he knew damn well she could kick the other two men’s asses.

  Part of him felt proud to know she was his.

  And an even bigger part of him still wanted to pound the crap out of the two men for staring at her the way they were. She wore jeans, a tank top, and a long-sleeved chambray shirt over the tank top, unbuttoned down the front with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She wasn’t dressed in a seductive way.

  But she was a seductive woman, just her very aura enough to make Ken want to fuck her right there, audience or not.

  When the elevator door slid closed, John, whose office was only three doors down from Ken’s, finally said it. “So, who is she?” he asked. “Want to introduce us?”

  Ken had just enough sense to edit himself before he said the wrong word. “This is Dewi Bleacke. She’s my…girlfriend.”

  She peeked out from behind Ken and smiled. “Hiya.”

  He could have dropped to all fours and started barking like a dog and they wouldn’t have looked more shocked.

  The two men stood there as the elevator door opened on their floor. Ken, shadowed by Dewi, stepped out. He turned to look at them with no small measure of satisfaction. “You guys going somewhere else, or to your offices?”

  “Um, oh. Yeah,” Pete said, awaking from his stupor. Both men stepped out, but didn’t follow. They stood there watching Ken and Dewi walk down the hall and around the corner.

  “That was fun,” Dewi said with an evil smile.

  Ken couldn’t help but laugh as he stopped in front of his office. “Yeah, loads.” He handed her his coffee as he dug his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his office door. He wasn’t tenured, so his office space consisted of little more than an oversized closet, with barely enough room for his desk, his office chair, a chair in front of his desk, and a wall of bookshelves. At least he had a window. Well, half of a window, which extended into the office next door.

  Dewi dropped into the chair in front of his desk. “When’s your first class?”

  He glanced at the clock. “Nine.” That was almost thirty minutes away. He set his computer and papers on his desk. “My last class ends at noon, but I have three scheduled student conferences this afternoon. I’ll be able to leave here by four.” He sat. “Are you sure you want to hang out here all day? You could come back at lunch time and we could go eat somewhere.”

  She sat the backpack on the floor next to her chair. “Nope. I’m fine.” She smiled up at him. “Wanting to get rid of me?”

  “No. Wanting to keep you from being bored out of your mind.”

  “Don’t worry about me. I brought stuff to do.” She patted her backpack. “I’m all set.”

  “I’m not sure I can focus knowing you’ll be waiting here for me.”

  She grinned. “And you only have four more weeks of this. So when do you tell them
you’re quitting?”

  “Do I have to think about that today?”

  She leaned forward in her chair, a sensual smile on her face. “Just think about it, being able to lay in bed every morning with me until you’re ready to get up. Or until I get you up.” Her gaze pointedly dropped to his crotch before returning to his eyes.

  His cock jumped inside his jeans, throbbing, screaming for him to lay her over his desk and fuck her silly right there. He was about to reply when someone knocked on his open door. He looked up to see two more of his colleagues, Jason Cranston and Mark Perry, standing there and staring at Dewi.

  “Um, hey, Ethelbert,” Mark said. “How was your weekend?”

  Before he could answer, Dewi turned and sweetly smiled. “He got himself a girlfriend and spent it getting laid. Any questions?”

  Ken swallowed hard.

  Both men stood there looking stunned. Jason finally shook his head. “Um, no. Cool. See you later.”

  She laughed as they left. Then she leaned back and pushed the office door shut. “That should get tongues wagging.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of. I’m not used to being the center of attention.”

  She held up four fingers and wiggled them at him. “Four more weeks.”

  “I know. You won’t let me forget either, will you?”

  She grinned. “Hell no.”

  He finally made it out of his office to class, but not until Dewi had given him a soul-melting kiss that hardened his cock. He tried to adjust his jeans, gave up, and nearly walked out without his papers. Dewi’s playful laughter followed him out the door and down the hall to his classroom.

  * * * *

  Ken’s first class didn’t end soon enough for his liking. He willed the clock to move faster, and had nearly thirty minutes until his next class after the first one ended. He opened his office door to find Dewi still sitting in the chair in front of his desk, her feet propped up on his desk and a small netbook open in her lap. She looked up at him. He slammed the door closed behind him and locked it. She barely had time to set the netbook on the desk before he was on her. He yanked her up out of the chair and planted his lips on hers with happy moan that she echoed.