After Class & All You Can Eat (2 page)

Her butt nudged the desk
behind her more firmly, and with a small effort, she sat herself
upon it. Her legs parted, and her skirt rode up until her thighs
showed. Allen moved between them immediately, his arms still
holding he
r upright so she didn't fall
backward onto the desk.

"You're wrong to think I don't like
women," he whispered into her ear. "On the contrary, I love them. I
adore them. In fact, I worship them."

Kisses and nibbles
punctuated every word. The hand on her b
reast moved down her body to slide up beneath her skirt. The
thumb that had so wonderfully teased her nipple now stroked her
magic bean through the soft cotton of her panties. Karrie's head
fell back and a soft moan escaped her lips at the
contact.

"Do yo
u know how many times I've had to forcibly restrain myself
from touching you like this?" Honey became gravel as he growled in
her ear. "How difficult it was for me to keep you at a distance,
when all I wanted was to taste you?"

His finger slipped
beneath
the elastic of her panties and
found her slickness. The shudder that wracked him when he
discovered how wet she was for him sent a thrill of satisfaction
through her. He groaned against her neck and pushed his finger
inside her as far as it would go.

Karr
ie tilted her hips upward, pressing her clit against the heel
of his hand. She contracted around his finger, and he moaned again,
breathy on her neck, and the sting of his teeth made her gasp her
as he bit a little too hard.

The small, sweet pain made
her
arch her back. Her breasts pressed
upward against his chest. One arm still held her to him while his
other hand worked its magic, sliding in and out of her while her
clit rubbed on his palm. Awash in the torrent of sensation, she
rode his hand, oblivious to anything but the way he was making her
feel.

He kissed her again,
harder this time. Fiercer. His tongue echoed the thrusts of his
finger, and he fucked her mouth like he was fucking her pussy. Her
climax built, but she didn't surge over the edge. She
r
ode the rising wave, crested with it, but
just as he'd known how to taunt her mind into scholastic
brilliance, Allen also knew how to tease her into body into an
explosive climax.

"You're so tight," he
broke from her mouth to say. "I want to feel you
come
. Go over the edge for me."

With a low cry, she started to do just
that. The first spasm of orgasm rocketed through her just as he
withdrew his hand. Frustrated, teetering on the brink, but not
quite able to leap off, Karrie let out another low cry.

Alle
n lowered her onto the desk. In the same smooth motion, he
pushed her skirt up to her waist and put his mouth to her center.
His mouth was hot, his tongue probed her clit through her panties,
and his lips closed around the erect button.

Her entire body
je
rked with desire. His hot breath seared
her bare skin; he'd pulled away the material between them. In the
next minute, she screamed as his tongue found her exposed flesh,
and he licked her swollen nub. All it took was once upon a time to
send her spiraling into bliss. He kept his mouth pressed to her
pussy, and she rode his lips and tongue the same way she'd ridden
his hand only moments before.

She came, long and hard,
in a series of rippling orgasms that left her gasping. She forced
herself to take a brea
th, and the oxygen
rushing into her lungs opened her up to the next set of climactic
spasms tearing through her body.

Before she even had time
to recover, he was kissing her again. It felt incredibly stupid to
call him professor at a time as intimate as t
his and, just as he'd always seemed one step ahead of her in
the classroom, he seemed to anticipate what she was thinking
now.

"Say my name," he whispered in her
ear, "and untold riches shall be yours."

Like in the story of
Rumpelstiltskin, except unlike
the queen
in that story, Karrie needed no trickery to discover the magic
name. She already knew it. It was as unusual as the color of his
eyes or his enthralling scent.

"Richter." She gave him the name, and
he rewarded her with a groan.

"And will you
le
t down your hair for me?" He whispered
in her ear. "Will you allow me inside your castle of glass? Say the
magic words that will enslave me to you forever after?"

He really had read her
paper, had paid attention to her premise that only when feminine
sexu
ality was acknowledged and celebrated,
not discouraged and dominated, did the prince finally manage to
complete his quest. He wasn't trying to force her into something
she didn't want. He was asking her permission, something the
princes in fairy tales usually struggled with far more difficulty
to do.

She gave him what he wanted. "Please,"
she whispered against his cheek. "Fuck me."

It took only a instant for
her to slip into his hand the small foil packet she'd kept in her
purse for an occasion she'd neve
r expected
to encounter. Another moment for him to slide inside her, fill her,
to fuck her like she so desperately desired.

He really did have the
most amazing eyes. Now they locked on hers, his face intense with
concentration as he moved inside her. The
desk was hard under her back, and he slipped an arm under her
to pull her toward the edge, so he could stand while she rested her
ass on the table edge.

Karrie took his tie in one
hand, wrapped it around her hand, and used it to hold him close as
he thrus
t inside her. She was on the verge
again in another minute, ready to come again, her body alight with
desire. She said his name again, and he moaned hers. Both so close,
so close, and she hooked her ankles around his ass to make him fuck
her harder. Faster.

"I want to feel you come around my
cock," he told her through gritted teeth as he thrust. "The way you
came on my tongue."

And she did, harder even
than the first time, though she would have said that was
impossible. His mouth muffled her hoarse shout
as he kissed her again. His body stiffened, and he clutched
her to him with a final thrust that scraped the desk backward along
the floor. He moaned her name as he climaxed, and the sound of it
sent another final flurry of spasms shooting through
her.

Spe
nt, breathing hard, they rested in each other's arms for a
few minutes before he withdrew with a sound of regret. He pulled
her skirt down around her thighs again, tidied himself up, and then
pulled her into his arms for one last, lingering kiss.

"I'm
goi
ng to miss you in my classroom," he
said. "But I think I'm going to enjoy seeing you out of it far
more."

Karrie kissed him back, tugging his
lower lip playfully between her teeth, then licking the spot she'd
nibbled.

"And what do you expect to
do now I'
ve successfully used the power of
my femininity to enslave you?"

"Isn't there really only one option
for me?" he asked her, suddenly serious. "You wrote the paper,
Karrie. You know the answer to that. We live happily ever
after."

And that, she thought
as
he kissed her again, was the
best
ending a story could ever have.

All You Can Eat

There were a lot of things
Daisy Cooper hated about her job, but the flashing neon sign up
ahead of her wasn't one of them.
All You
Can Eat.
It flashed over and over, a
beacon of red blaring in an otherwise pitch-black sky. Sonny must
have just turned it on.

Sonny was good at that.
Turning things on. Her, for instance. As Daisy twisted the wheel of
her big rig toward the beckoning, welcoming sign, she couldn't help
the
huge grin that spread across her face.
The rumble strips designed to let sleepy drivers know they were
entering the parking lot of the Come and Go Diner sent vibrations
straight to the hot spot between her thighs and made it throb with
delicious anticipation.

That was another thing she
didn't hate about her job. Her truck, the cab of which was painted
a vibrant purple and gleaming gold, shook like hell. Long runs were
like sitting on top of a giant vibrator for hours on end. Hell,
there were times she crea
med her panties a
good six or seven times by the end of the day, and that was just if
she were going a few hundred miles.

Daisy eased her big rig
into one of the long parking spaces in the otherwise empty parking
lot and shut it down. She took a moment to
smooth her hair and straighten her skirt, to tuck in her
blouse and unbutton the top three buttons. Then she shucked off her
comfortable sneakers and slipped into a pair of stiletto heels in
Fuck-Me-Red. She looked down at her long, tan legs, free of hose.
Dorothy's ruby slippers might have sent her home, but Daisy's shoes
were going to send her across home plate tonight.

She stretched her back to
get the kinks out, then climbed down from the high seat. Her
nipples tightened in anticipation of what lay ah
ead of her. "All you can eat," she murmured, and headed
toward the diner.

"Hello, Daisy."

As always, Sonny's low,
liquid voice slid across her entire body and made her shiver.
Sonny's voice was like melted chocolate. Gooey, sticky, delicious
and sweet, a
nd it went straight to her
thighs.

"Hi ya, Sonny." The bell on the door
behind her jangled as Daisy let it close. She went toward the
counter and sat on one of the black stools lined up along it. "Slow
night?"

Sonny nodded. He'd flung
the wet cloth he'd
been using to wipe down
the counter over one shoulder, and now he hooked his thumbs in the
belt loops of his faded jeans. His white T-shirt stretched so
tautly across his chest, ripped with muscle, Daisy swore she could
count every ridge and bump. His nipples poked up through the tight
material in a way that made her want to taste them.

The way his eyes lingered
on her breasts told her that her nipples were doing the same thing.
Daisy leaned back on the chair and twirled a little, watching the
way Sonny's
gaze followed her chest with
every movement. When he looked at her like that, she got hot all
over. She felt the blush creep up her chest, to her throat, then to
paint her cheeks.

It had nothing to do with
being embarrassed. Sonny Dean just turned her
bur
ner on high. Daisy licked her lips as
their eyes met. Sonny smiled.

Damn, the man had a grin that could
melt butter. Daisy grinned back.

"What can I get for you?" Sonny tossed
away the cloth and put both hands on the counter.

His fingers were long and
s
trong, the kind of fingers a woman would
have to be a fool not to want inside her. Daisy wasn't a fool, no
matter what her mama had said about her choice of career. Sonny's
fingers spread out and he curled them slightly, like he was
thinking about holding something with them. Maybe her ass; maybe
her tits. Daisy hoped it was both.

"You alone here tonight?"
She toyed with one long curl, pleased with the way the auburn
strands contrasted with the emerald green of her silky shirt. Green
was Sonny's favorite c
olor.

Sonny looked over his shoulder
briefly, toward the low counter and the window where the cook
usually put the finished orders. "I let Eddie go early. Kitty and
Mabel headed out early, too. It was a slow night."