Next thing I knew, she was drumming her fingertips against the countertop and glancing down the hall like there was some huge secret she had to discover, and the only way to find out was through my penis.
At least that was how I envisioned the entire thing going down. Then again, I did semi-pass out into fantasy land when she bit down on her lip. Why the hell was that my kryptonite? Like I imagined her lips were thinking of me and how much they wanted to touch me, to suck, maybe lick—oh hell.
“Yeah, me too. Let’s…go…it’s for science.” I jerked her out of her chair, and what do you know it, my enemy came willingly.
Hah, get it? Because…?
I was going to burn in office hate hell, wasn’t I?
“We still have a few hours to work.” Why was I so out of breath?
We stumbled into the bedroom and then the bathroom.
I flipped on the lights and crossed my arms, pretended to be taking in the view when really, I was taking in her reflection in the mirror. “I fucking love science.”
“I got an A in Bio,” she said between gasps as I reached for her hips and lifted her onto the countertops.
“Good girl.” Her lower lip beckoned me as my mouth covered hers, my tongue tasting hers in a way that felt damn near primitive. “I fully believe in positive reinforcement.”
She gripped my head like a vise between her hands. “Then do that again.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice to do what I’d been fantasizing about since running into her freshman year. I tugged her lip between my teeth then sucked her the way I wanted her to suck me all the while she wrapped her legs around my body and held me so violently tight that I winced.
It was a good wince though.
One that promised some pleasure later as her small hands gripped my shirt, twisting it between her hands like she needed me to be both closer and unclothed.
“Are we crazy?” I said between hasty kisses and heavy pants.
An adorable moan escaped between her teeth as she tilted her head, taking my kiss in deeper and deeper; a man could die this way with a giant smile on his face and an explosion of stars in his eyes.
“Yes,” I finally said, my voice cracked with emotion, because as crazy as this felt, it was right, so damn right, and the only way this was even happening was because we were competing, just like our tongues were right now, just like our bodies were fighting to take control.
“Countertops.” My chest heaved. “Very sturdy.”
“Agreed.” She kissed me again.
I lifted her off the counter and walked her backward into the walk-in closet, then pressed her up against the back wall, tugging her shirt over her head with one hand. “Lighting, also nice.”
“Not too bright.” She reached a hand between us, sliding my sweats past my hips as my cock bobbed against her bare stomach.
I never realized I could want someone so much that every second I wasn’t inside her, joined with her, was torture.
She pulled away from me as I jerked down her shorts then gripped her ass. “Very, very good lighting.”
Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked up at me. “Yeah, I can almost see your dick…”
I pinched her butt, then threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the next room, which was attached to the laundry room. “This should be fun…”
Without any warning my sweats came down to my ankles and my shirt came clean off.
“Wait, what are you—”
Her chilly ass hit the even chillier front of the washer. “Damn technology, getting all silent and impossibly unhelpful.”
“Worried you need help now, are you?” she teased.
I flipped the button on the drier, slammed the start button as cheesy music filled the air. “I’m just testing the equipment, baby.”
“Good.” She grabbed me so tight I winced. “Me too.”
“Damn, I’ll work hard for a perfect ten.”
“That’s all I ask,” she said as I set her on the dryer and started kissing her again; I slid my hand between her legs, testing her response begging the universe that it was something other than, that it?
She moaned my name, sucking my fingers in as the combination of vibrations beneath her body plus my fingers had her clawing at my back. “I give it a nine.”
I nipped her lower lip again. “Don’t be a bitch.”
“Don’t be a dick.”
“Mmmmm, too easy to resort to the hate, am I right?”
“I could do dryer hate sex.” She pressed a very unhopeful-like kiss to my lips, almost so soft it felt like it didn’t happen, and then she guided me between her thighs, and the last thing I was thinking was, wow, I used to really hate this girl.
Then all I kept thinking was, is this heaven? Can I stay? If I die, can I be buried here and job? What job?
I pumped into her, fully aware that we were being immature, dumb, twenty-two-year-olds with no condom, no inhibitions, and nothing but sweat between our bodies and it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last.
I’d always cared.
With her?
All I could focus on was claiming her.
And making sure she knew whose name to scream when she found her pleasure: mine, only mine.
Her nails dug into my back, heels into my ass as she climaxed.
I tried to stay strong.
And lost that battle quite quickly and pathetically as I orgasmed on the spot. All we had left was the sound of the dryer.
The feel of the sex between our bodies.
Sweat.
And a fairly accurate score of the master bedroom, bathroom, and laundry room, which led me to finally whisper against her mouth. “Yeah, I’m gonna have to say a nine point five for the dryer, you?”
“Six,” she said quickly and then laughed. “But the man? Eh, he’s getting better; I’ll give him an eight.”
You’d think she had just told me I was a sex god sent down to earth.
“Ass.” I pinched
