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“Mm, yes, you are,” he said. Suddenly he grabbed
hold of
my
thighs, startling me, and lifted me up. He
turned us around and propped
me
up on top of the desk.

“Lucky I was studying in the living room,” he said,
“The books were all cleared off for us.”

I
still had my doubts he had actually been studying, but I loved the fact that
his desk was empty since all his books were on the living room coffee table.
I
sat facing him with my thighs spread open on the cold wood
of the desk. He slipped a finger inside of
me
, and
then two. He put his lips back down on
mine
and we
kissed as he slid his fingers in and out of me, causing me to shiver with
delight.

When he broke the kiss and started to pump his
fingers into me faster I said, in a husky voice that sounded foreign to me, “Oh
yes, Braxton.”

“Yes what?” he asked
me
,
looking into my eyes with incredible desire.

“Mm…you were well worth missing Chemistry for,”
I
whispered.

“You didn’t really miss it,” he said with a grin.
“This is pure chemistry right here.”

He pulled his hand away from
my
pussy and I shuddered in protest. He dropped to his knees and
I
could feel his breath on the inner part of my thighs as
his hands ran up the backs of my calves.
My
eyes were
closed so when he leaned in and licked me from the bottom to the top of my
slit, I let out a little cry of surprise and ecstasy as his teeth found my
clit. He began to roll it gently between them while licking around the outside.

“Shit! Fuck!”
I
wasn’t
normally a curser, but some things required a stronger word, and this was one
of them.
I
was trembling all over from his onslaught
and I didn’t want it to end.

As he began to lick deeper inside of
me
, he used his thumb to stroke my clit. He pressed harder
with his thumb and flicked his tongue deep inside of
me
,
tickling my inner walls.

I
bucked back against his mouth and I cried out about how good it felt. It was
like being drunk.
I
wasn’t at all sure what I was
doing, especially when he gauged my reaction and began pressing harder and
pinching my clit roughly for a second before beginning to stroke it in light
circles.

"Oh God, yes!
Yes, Braxton…yes!"
I
screamed, writhing under him, focused on his mouth and hands while trying
desperately not to fall off the desk.

He must have felt
me
balancing tenuously on the edge because he abruptly rose and slid his arms
under me.
I
shook in his arms as he drew me down
gently to the carpeted floor. He covered
my
body with
his and his mouth met mine again.
I
could taste myself
on him as he pushed his tongue between my lips and I sucked on it, savoring the
taste of the two of us together.

His hand drifted down
my
body, squeezing my breast and then moving farther down to push between my still
wet lips, deftly tickling my clit.
I
had to pull away
from our kiss to gasp.
I
wriggled around underneath
him.
I
was so close.
My
big
problem was that I wanted him inside of me so bad.
I
wanted to feel my own juices against his hard cock.
I
reached down and grabbed it as it lay hard and throbbing against our heated
bodies and I stroked him, loving the feeling of it.
I
could feel him jump in my hands and I smiled, enjoying the fact that my touch
did to him what his did to me. He took his hand from between
my
legs and wrapped it over mine. We stroked him together with our tongues
matching the movements.
I
was burning up, I felt like
I was on fire.
  

I
moaned loudly against his lips and said, “I need you, Braxton, inside of me
now.”

"Of course you do," he agreed and we drew
his cock toward
my
soaking wet pussy together.

He buried himself in
me
with one swift motion and groaned into my open mouth. He rocked all the way in
before drawing back.
I
reached around to cup his ass,
begging him to push into me again. He accommodated
me
by sliding back inside. He was still in control and
I
was helpless as he pulled almost all the way back out. Then he followed with
quick but shallow thrusts.

"Once again, you're killing me,"
I
told him between gasping breaths.

As he continued his slow, agonizing tease, he used
his tongue to lick along
my
jawline and then back down
to my neck.

I
pulled hard on his ass, bringing it toward me, wanting him to go deeper. Then
he licked along
my
jaw, tasting all of me, while
continuing to drive me insane below.

I
cried out again when he finally entered me again, "
Yeeeessss
."

I
opened my eyes and looked at him, a delicious grin had spread across his face
as he slid his hand down between our bodies and began to stroke my clit with
his finger as he moved in and out of me. He moved slowly and lazily causing
me
to push harder against his ass cheeks, begging him for
more.

All of a sudden he gave it to
me
,
sinking all the way inside bringing our bodies together with a slap.
I
let out a yelp, but as I did he covered my mouth with his,
stroking my tongue as he began to thrust deeper…and with purpose. He started
rubbing
my
clit harder with short, brutal strokes. His
mouth was fierce on
mine
and I felt my whole body
begin to shake as my climax built up, threatening to release. When it finally
did
I
lifted up off the carpet with a long, slow moan.
Every part of
my
body was tingling and my toes were
curled as the slow pressure was released in one incredible wave after another.

Braxton continued to thrust into
me
,
pushing me beyond the moans and into mewling sounds that I didn’t even know I
could make.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “God, I love watching you
come.”

I
couldn’t speak words. I only smiled and held on to his shoulders as his hips
continued to slam against my body
over and over
.
I
could still feel the tremors shaking my body as his pace
increased and I knew he was getting close. He reached down and pulled up
my
leg, trapping it alongside his chest. Then he did the
same with
my
other leg, practically folding me in half
and hitting me deep inside with each new thrust.
I
was
gasping for air and clawing at his shoulders as he ground against me, becoming
a heated mass between my legs as I felt him tense.

“Shit!” he yelled out in an orgasm.

He pushed into me a few more times as we coasted
along, finally allowing my legs to unbend and stretch out along either side of
him as he leaned in and kissed me again.

“I love you,” he murmured.

I
kissed him again, hard…hoping he wouldn’t notice that even though we just
talked about it, I still couldn’t say it back.

I
never made it to my class.

CHAPTER
FOUR

BRAXTON

A few days after we had the talk about the contract,
Emmi
giving
me
the best
nooner
I ever had and me telling her I loved her, I got a
text from her on my way home from class.

It said, “Hey will you do me a favor?”

“Sure, what?”

“I have an assignment for photography class. I need
a model.”

“Nude?”
I
asked, messing
with her.

“No!” she said exclamation point and all. Then she
made
me
smile by adding, “We can do those later for
our private collection.”

“Sure, whatever you need.”

When
I
got home she had my
“outfits” laid out on the bed. She wanted
me in jeans and a
nice shirt, then jeans and a T-shirt, and then jeans and no shirt
and
then in my fight shorts.
I
started stripping down.

“I’ll give you some privacy,” she said and covered
her eyes.

“Scared of seeing my sexy body still? You’ve seen me
naked plenty of times by now,”
I
told her laughing.

She was blushing which
I
found damn cute.

“I know, but if I just stand here and see you naked
I won’t be able to focus on my project.”

I
did like knowing that I had virtually the same effect on her as she did on me.

She left and
I
put on the
first outfit. It was a shirt that
I
had bought
literally years ago and had never worn.
I
had gotten
it home and decided it wasn’t my color. Then
I
had
hung it in the closet and forgot about it. It was a long-sleeved pullover shirt
made out of some soft cotton material. That was why
I
bought it.
I
liked the way it felt. It was a weird
color, though
I
thought a woman would call it teal. As
a man,
I
would say blue or green, or blue-green.

When
I
was dressed I made
sure my hair was okay and I went out into the living room.
Emmi
had her lights and all of her photography stuff all set up and she playfully
whistled when she saw
me
.

“Wow, you look great. You should wear that shirt
more often. It really is your color.”

“What? Were you expecting
me
not to look great? Thanks though,”
I
told her with a
grin. “What do you want me to do?”

“I think we’re going to take some standing and some
sitting. The light is
really good
over here near the
couch. Let’s start there.”
I
noticed that she had
draped a plaid blanket over the couch that had thick brown stripes and thick
“teal” ones that matched the shade of my shirt exactly.

I
went over and sat down and as she put her eye to the lens of the camera I asked
her, “How do you want me to pose?”

“No posing,” she informed
me
.
“I want you to look natural. Just don’t forget to breathe, breathing is
really important
. Just breathe in and out like you would
normally.” She snapped a couple of pictures and then she said, “Okay back
straight, shoulders up. Slouching affects the mood of the whole thing and takes
away from those six pack abs you work so hard on.”

I
guess I would be posing.

I
sat up straighter and she took a few more, getting in close on some, and across
the room on others, telling me to smile, reminding me to breathe. She was like
a real professional and it was turning
me
on seeing
her in her element. After a bit she sent
me
in to
change my shirt into the green T-shirt she had laid out for me.

This time when
I
came out
she said, “Wow, that color really makes your eyes pop. Okay, let’s have you
stand by the window. Look like you’re glancing out through the blinds.” I must
have started looking
really uncomfortable
because she
said, “Here,” took one of my arms and put it straight at my side and bent the
other at my elbow and then told me to hold on to the curtain. “Also bend one
knee slightly, don’t lock
both your legs straight or
it makes you look like a robot,” she told me.

She had
me
take my T-shirt
off and made a silly face and fanned herself.
I
knew
she was just messing around, but it was making me hot.

“Okay, pick up one of those books and act like
you’re reading it, look smart.”

I
grinned. “That’s pushing it,”
I
told her.

She giggled. “Shush, you know you are. Now, don’t
look at the camera. Look at the book. Okay, now glance out the window and tilt
your head back a little. Now, change your expression, give me a thoughtful
look.”

Her command of the shoot was making
me
long to touch her.
I
could feel
the front of my pants trying to stretch to accommodate my thoughts.

After several more shots she said, “Okay, go put on
your fighting shorts.”