Page 26 of Misbehaving Curves


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“What are they?” I needed to hear them, to know where all this was leading, and I needed to put off the kiss that was coming for as long as I possibly could.

“To get to know you,” he said softly and leaned in, dragging kisses from one end of my collarbone to the other. “To let you know me.” His lips dropped to the crook of my neck. One side and then the other. “To please you.”

I gasped at his words and shook my head. “Friends don’t do that.”

“No? Maybe we could be the kind of friends who do please each other.” Before I could protest and tell him that’s not what I wanted, his hand slid to the back of my neck and cupped it as the other slid further down my yoga pants.

Then Ben is kissing me, tugging at my lower lip and then sucking it with a hint of roughness that shot straight between my legs a moment before one long finger touched me right there. A soft sigh escaped my mouth and turned into a moan.

He moaned in response and slid his tongue deeper into my mouth, gripping my neck tight so I was just where he wanted me. It was so hot I felt my body shudder at the sound, or maybe it was his finger flicking at my clit. Ben’s mouth ravaged mine as he shoved my pants and plain cotton panties to my knees and then he really touched me and the feeling was so incredible, so mind-numbing that all I could do was shamelessly grind against his hand, his fingers.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered in my ear. “Soft and wet, and hot as hell.” Those gravelly words shot straight to my core and my body shook and convulsed while Ben growled dirty, sexy, sweet things in my ear. “Come for me, Joss. Come all over my hand just like you want to.”

His words were hot, too hot, but then he slid two fingers deep while his thumb played my clit like a fiddle and that was it, my body flew into a white hot orgasm that took my knees, forcing Ben to hold me up with an arm around my waist. His fingers continued to move, prolonging the orgasm, the sound of his fingers playing in my moisture the only sound aside from my deep, panting breaths.

“Ben,” I moaned and his mouth crashed over mine once again, kissing me like we’d both just had an incredible standing up orgasm.

“That was so fucking hot, Joss.”

“Really hot,” I agreed. “And really satisfying.”

“Good to know.” He kissed me again, gentler this time, and took a step back when he was done. “I’ll be thinking about the sounds you make when you come for a long time.”

I blinked, confused. “You don’t want me to…?”

“More than you know, Joss. Now I’ll just have to jack off to the taste of you,” he said and licked the fingers that had just been inside my body before he walked away with a satisfied smile on his face.

I fanned my face and tugged on my pants until they were back in place so I could lock the door and go to my room, because Ben wasn’t the only one who’d be touching himself later.

Or sooner.

Or now.

Ben

I spent the entire work day replaying that scene with Joss in her kitchen, and now it was after five and I hadn’t accomplished a damn thing. But the look of pure pleasure that crossed her face when she fell apart and coated my fingers as she clung to me, was a scene worth replaying. Over and over again.

Even if it meant that tomorrow’s to do list would be twice as long. How I managed to make it through the budget meeting for next semester was beyond me, but I pasted a smile on my face and smacked my hands together.

“Any questions?”

“If we say no, can we go?”

I sighed and shook my head, waved them off as I made my way back to my office. It was still early enough to put in an hour or two of work before heading to Joss’. Uninvited. Again.

“I can’t even believe he’s doing the girls like this, I mean they are the only winning team in the whole damn school.” That voice belonged to one of the physical education teachers who didn’t like me.

“It’s like men can’t stand to have women win unless they’re winning too.” That voice belonged to the art teacher and I could almost see her shake her head in disgust. “I thought he’d be better than the old principal. I was wrong.”

Those words helped get rid of thoughts and images of Joss, mid-pleasure, and replaced them with anger. Annoyance. I stood from my chair as soon as I sat down and went in search of the woman who plagued my mind all damn day. I found her in her classroom, head bent over a stack of papers.

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