"Yes," she breathes, her hands back in place. My girl loves a plan. She aces every assignment. And sex is no different. I’m beginning to learn that Josie blooms when she feels safe and taken care of. She’s not a risk-taker, not my girl. But if she knows the safety net is there, if she knows I’ll catch her when she falls, she’s going to give me everything she has. And it’s fucking beautiful to watch.
"That’s my good girl," I praise, and I don’t have to look at her to know she’s smiling. To reward her (and myself), I dip my hand low and breach the edge of her cotton underwear. Who the fuck knew cotton could be so damn sexy? The soft fabric molds to her body and I’m all too happy to peel it away. Her pussy is fucking throbbing for me, and I sink my lips into the crook of her neck as my fingers part her folds. She’s wet and ready for me, but I’m not done playing. I make lazy figure eights with my middle finger, dragging it just shy of where she needs it most.
"You’re perfect, Josie. Damn, you’re so ready for me. You’re gonna take me so good, aren’t you?"
"Yes," she pants, clinging to the shelf like it holds the answers to her pleasure.
It doesn’t.
But I do.
I push two fingers inside of her, crooking them and tapping the place that makes us both lose our minds.
She cries out my name and god, I love it. "That is not your library voice, Jos," I tease.
"It’s not," she agrees. "It’s myI want my boyfriend to make me comevoice."
Damn. Josie might be new to some of this, but she’s a quick study.
I keep my rhythm up, driving my girlfriend right to the edge before I slow down. She’s arching her back, spreading her legs, chasing her pleasure and god, it turns me on. I almost hate to hold off. There’s nothing better than watching Josie surrender and fall apart. But I’ve gotta admit, her white-knuckled grip on the bookshelf, the weight of her body against mine, and the fact that she’s trusting me to call the shots? Well, those things are fucking awesome, too.
My left hand drifts over her hip, tracing a lazy pattern as Josie rides my right hand, searching for something that’s just out of reach. I can’t deny her for long, and she knows it. Soon, my fingers are thrusting inside, taking her right back to the edge.
"Do you want it, Jos?" I ask, already knowing the answer. "You want to come for me right here in the library? Shout my name, shake these shelves, let the books fall in a pile after this orgasm wrecks you?"
"Yes," she tells me. "Please."
It’s not in my makeup to deny her anything. But her place is only a short walk away. And the waiting will make the reward so much sweeter.
I trail kisses along the curve of her neck, loving the sweet taste of her skin on my lips. My eyes look down and it’s fucking hot to see my hand covering her mound. I slow my fingers down, easing them from her body. Josie’s gasp lets me know she hates the loss of contact as much as I do.
I’m painfully hard, my mind is filled with filthy images, and my hand’s soaked with Josie’s arousal.
It’s been a pretty good fucking night, and it’s not over yet.
I do my best to help Josie pull her leggings up, then I hastily grab our stuff. Walking toward the stairwell, I turn back to see my girlfriend looking beautiful: turned on and a little pissed off.
After looking at her and licking my fingers clean, I can’t resist teasing her a little. "You coming, Jos?" I ask.
She catches up to me and leans up to press a kiss to my lips. "I better be."
32
Van
“You’re up,” Will says, clapping me on the shoulder as he walks past me and heads to the locker room. Coach has got us on a rotation so that every two weeks or so, we get a quick sit down with him to check in. They’re never long, but it’s cool that he takes time with each of us to see how we’re doing, both off the ice and on. Some guys get annoyed because Coach Baylor can be a little bit of a control freak at times, but I like how in tune he is with his players.
“Vandaele, have a seat,” Coach says, gesturing to the chairs across from his desk. “I’ve got good news and better news, and I’m not one for suspense, so here it is: First off, your grades are looking good. Straight Cs across the board. I know you’re putting in the time and effort. Nice work. And I hear you’re getting along well with your tutor these days, so that’s good.” Coach looks up at me and I catch the smirk on his face before it fades and he’s back to business.
I was wondering if this would come up. “Uh, yeah. Josie and I are dating. But we are totally professional and locked in during tutoring hours. Trust me—Josie’s a rule follower. Plus, there’s nothing in her tutoring agreement that says she can’t?—”
“Relax, Van. I’m just giving you a hard time. The powers that be around here have total trust in Ms. Reynolds’s professionalism, and I do, too. Hell, I don’t doubt yours either. You’ve proved again and again how dedicated you are to this team, so there’s no cause for concern.”
I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Thanks, Coach. But…how did you know? I mean, we’re not keeping it a secret or anything, but I didn’t think the team gossip made it all the way to your office.”
Coach laughs. “You wouldn’t believe the shit that makes it all the way to this office. Besides, I make it my business to know everything about my players. There are no secrets on this team. If something is going on with one of my guys, good or bad, I want to know about it. And that brings me to the really good news. You're getting good looks, Van. Your play is consistent and strong. We’ve had scouts at nearly every game, and you always deliver. Keep it up and I have no doubt a team will pick you up this off-season.”
“Thanks, Coach. I’m giving it my all. I know there’s a lot of guys with stats like mine, but I’m working hard to prove I’m the guy they want.”
