The Kink Therapist: Nothing But Trouble (Erotic Romance Novelette) Read Online Free Page B

blue and his
hand, the way he’s scratching his sculpted bicep with his
thumbnail. But I get all buzzy guessing the slap-strength of his
palms and rush my attention to his face and stick it there. He
bites a smidgen of his bottom lip and growls deep in the throat. “I
can be ... really … nice ,” he says, filth dripping on
every word. The raunchy books his mind is clearly drafting make my
cheeks warm up and pussy tingle.
    I swallow hard and clear my throat. “I’ll …
bet.”
    We stare at each other, caught in fiery ebbs
of mutual lust. He leans closer, glances at Desk Lady, and comes
back to my eyes. A chill thrashes my body as his chest mashes into
my arm and hot lips and air tickle my ear. “You were kind of at a
disadvantage, but today’s your lucky day. You get another shot.
Second match. Ya game?” He bites my lobe.
    “Hell yes.” My breath huffs out when he
doesn’t waste time and drops his hand to my lap and scratches at my
swollen, throbbing lips over my skirt. I remember I’m wearing
fucking cotton underwear. Not sexy at all. I shake in heat as his
touch moves down my leg and hikes the hem of my already short skirt
in a slow climb. He slides between my legs until he’s scooping
under me and holding my entire sex in his palm. He lifts up, the
heel of his hand digging wonderfully into my clit. I gasp and let
out a quiet, “Aaaahh”. My pussy involuntarily clenches. I’ve never
had anyone grab everything at once like that before. I moan and
sink down on him as he plays piano all over my lips. I’m super
aware of just how much he holds when his middle finger starts
rimming my asshole over my underwear.
    “Oops. Looks like I made your panties wet.
Point for David.”
    I feel soooo blissfully sinful with David touching me like I’m his harlot for the day, right in
front of a large portrait of a saint. Nice to know the name of the
guy who is holding my crotch, but it’s sad and telling that I
didn’t even think to ask before he grabbed it. “You can’t claim
your point. I haven’t even made my move.”
    “ That was a prediction.” His
succulent mouth is an inch from mine. He licks his bottom lip.
    I’m sucked in. I can’t resist. I lick my
own, then press my lips to his, holding steady for a few seconds of
beauty. My eyelids fall closed, and I inhale deeply through my nose
as firm velvet, parting slightly and clinging to mine, sings to my
soul. I lose track of the Os I begin to draw as he gives back to me
in heated measure and meets my oral sway, stroke for stroke. While
still grinding me up to hot and juicy, he lifts his other hand up
to my face and grazes my cheek, then switches to a hard clutch of
my head when I slip my tongue into his waiting warmth that holds
traces of coconut coffee. And that , ratchets up everything.
His tongue, invited to play, plunders my mouth like a
treasure-seeking pirate, and I eagerly suck and roll around it. He
pulls out from under my best fuck zones so he can maul me in more
places, which he does. He’s a welcomed vagabond at a feast. Our
tongues slip and slide together in frantic dance and our hands
grope roughly all over the place, making steam rush out of our
nostrils. When he clamps hard on my shoulders with both hands and
pins my heaving chest to his, I moan and tug his bottom lip down
with a hard bite.
    Shit! The Headmaster’s door opens with a
crash, shoving us out of ecstasy. We break apart.
    “Miss Channing. Mr. Fanelli. What the hell
is this! Get up, right now. Let’s go.”
    My legs wobble as I shoot up to my feet with
Fanelli. We’re both out of breath. I run my hands over my clothes
to make sure none of it is flipped up, then wipe my brow and clear
my throat. I’m still shivering and tingling all over from his
touch. I want it back.
    Mr. Kink Therapist stands tall and broad but
only looks about thirty, tops, much younger than I expected. His
polished appearance, dark hair and eyes of blue topaz make him seem
amiable, but the anger pouring out