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“Fuck, Brennan. I’m going to come.”
Brennan stands and drops his pants around his ankles, then steps out of them. He wraps my legs around his waist and lifts me from the table. My arms circle his neck, pulling him closer to me, eliminating all of the space between us. He kisses down my neck as he walks us to the sofa lounge in the corner of the room. The throbbing between my legs has me reaching for his erection, needing it inside me.
He sits himself on the sofa just in time to pull a condom from his pocket. He rips it open with his teeth and wastes no time putting it on. I wrap my hand around his thick cock, guiding him to my entrance and slide down his shaft. There’s no easing in, I all but impale myself with it and begin to rock into him. My hard nipples rub against his shirt. Needing to feel his skin, I ease my movements and unbutton his shirt, pressing myself against him. His lips find mine again and his mouth muffles the sound of his name on my lips as that orgasm rolls over me. His thrusts slow while he waits for me. I sag in his arms and recoup for a minute before Brennan has flipped me onto my back and hovers above me lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. He thrusts back inside me and pounds into me, chasing his release. My nails dig into his shoulders, and the urge to scream his name is caught in my throat.
This new angle has him hitting my cervix; the pain weirdly turns to pleasure. I read somewhere that a lot of women in their thirties love these kinds of orgasms. I never understood why until now. My hand clamps over my mouth as a scream gurgles in my throat. Brennan lets my leg slip down off his shoulder and he comes after a few short thrusts before falling into my arms. I wrap them around him as we lay in silence.
“That was a nice birthday surprise,” I say, fisting the back of his shirt and holding him tighter to me. He lifts his head from my chest and smiles at me.
“I’m sorry it took me a while to get out of my head.”
He brushes my hair out of my face and leans down placing a soft kiss to my lips. “But we better get dressed. You have class with Creed next and he will ditch class to find you. We need to get through these last handful of weeks before you graduate and then we’re all out of here.”
“Do we have to do classes at Olympia?”
Brennan nods, “A few, depending on if you decide to take any. For some, they want certain degrees, others just want to do what is mandatory. Most graduate when they’re twenty-one, while other teams may take longer if one of theirs is being trained in a specific area and you can work at your own pace. It really depends.”
“So, if one person in the team wants to be a doctor?”
“Then the entire team might as well find something to study since they will be enrolled for the same amount of time; that, or they could get a special request to work smaller jobs, which is usually turned down. Though, we don’t have that luxury. See, once they graduate from Olympia, they don’t have to work full time. For us this is it. We’re the guinea pigs; we will work within Olympia.”
“Well, I plan to change all of that if we can get rid of Mr. Z. Don’t get me wrong, I like the concept of Olympia, just not how he runs it.”
The bell rings and I pull myself from underneath Brennan and stand, buttoning up my blouse. He walks back over to his desk and grabs his pants that he dropped on the floor. He pulls my underwear out of the pocket as he comes back over to me. Lifting them to his nose, he takes a deep whiff, and with a groan hands them back to me. I slip them on and try to make myself look presentable–not freshly fucked. Brennan does the same; he disposes of the condom in an old coffee cup, placing the lid back on it and throwing it in the trash.
A knock at the door has Brennan checking himself over. “Come in.”
Betty pokes her head in and she eyes me up and down, her lip turning up in disgust. “Your next appointment is here.”
“Thank you, send her in.” he says dismissively. Betty leaves, and I smile at Brennan.
“I’ll see you at home tonight.” He nods, and I turn to leave, coming face to face with Chelsea.
“Bitch,” she hisses under her breath, and I shoulder check her on my way past. By the time I get to the science block, I’m late, but I know Creed won’t ask me for a late slip so I walk straight through the door, heading for the seat Colt has saved for me.
“Nice of you to join us, Miss Smith.”
“You’re welcome.” I say with a cheeky smile. “Mr. Myers wanted to wish me a happy birthday.”
“That was nice of him,” he says looking me over. “Happy birthday. Now if you could take your seat, we have to dissect some rats today.”
My gaze cuts to his. “Don’t worry, they’re bred for this purpose and humanely euthanized.”
A shiver runs up my spine, I turn my back to Creed and find Colt holding a dead rat, making it dance on the table.
Once I have a lab coat on and protective glasses, Colt and I make work of following the instructions on the white board until the poor rat is gutless and all of its organs are neatly placed on a damn tray. Colt is surprisingly good at biology and does take the work seriously. Creed walks around the room and looks over at everyone's work, stopping at our table last. He leans in to look over my shoulder, his finger touches the back of my bare leg.
“Good work,” he praises before lowering his voice. “I can smell him on your clothes.”
“How?” I whisper back.
“Our heightened sense of smell and Brenny smells like old books and whiskey more times than not. But most of all I can smell the lingering scent of your arousal now that I’m up close.”
I’m glad Colt chose the back row; the new science classroom we have been moved to has two rows of six bench style seating. There is no way to see behind each bench unless you’re standing behind it. No one has taken the back row, and I wonder if that was done purposefully or because no one wants to go near Colt. I always thought he was nice, but I have been paying attention to what happens when he’s around. Kids scatter in the opposite direction when they see him coming. Just like they did when Hades were still here.
Creed’s fingers curl around a pen on my desk and it falls to the floor. Colt must see what’s transpiring; he picks up some rat guts and flings them into some poor girl’s hair. She shrieks and Colt runs over to try and help her. Creed, however, bends down to pick up the pen that he dropped on the floor. He leans in, his head disappearing under my skirt. He flicks my underwear to the side and runs his tongue from my clit all the way down. Then, just as quick, he pops back up and places the pen back on my desk and walks away. When he reaches the girl with the rat guts in her hair, he turns back to me and licks his lips before turning back to her.
“Stop whining, I’m sure you'll have worse shit in your hair than this. Go clean yourself up.”
