Tessa Teevan - Inflame

I tug on the end of his shirt, and he quickly slips it over his head and tosses it aside. Kale's hands find their way to my ass. I gently lift up so he can slide my pants off, and I squeal when I feel the cold metal table beneath me.

"I can't believe we're doing this here," I whisper as Kale pulls me to the edge of the table, aligning himself at my already dripping-wet entrance.

“Another fantasy to check off the list, Ms. Dawson,” he growls as he cuffs my ankles and brings them up so they’re resting on his shoulders, forcing me to lie down. He runs his length up and down my slit, coating himself with the effects of my anticipated pleasure, and I find myself lifting my hips, ready to have him inside me. “Always so fucking wet for me.”

Without hesitation, he slams into me, causing me to cry out. He leans forward, a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Quiet, baby, or else I’ll have to gag you.”

The idea is both frightening and thrilling, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning as he continues to pump in and out of me with forceful thrusts. One hand slides down my leg and rests between my thighs, where his finger circles my clit, bringing me to the brink. Just as I’m about to give in to the pleasure, he removes his hand, slows his thrust to a painstakingly unhurried pace.

“I know I said a quickie, but you feel too damn good for this to be over already.”

As my impending orgasm starts to retreat, I decide to take control, in a hurry to finish this so we can get home and start all over again. Bringing my legs down from his shoulders, I pull him closer by wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing him in even deeper. He leans over the table and braces himself on either side of me, and I grab ahold of his dog tags to bring him down to me, giving him a searing kiss. His eyes are watching me as I pull away.

“We have plenty of time to savor this when we get home. Fuck me, Kale. Fast and hard.” My eyes gleam at him and my teasing tone returns. “You got your wish. You’re fucking the teacher in the supply closet. Time for the ultimate test. Under pressure, can you fill every single bubble again, Montgomery?”

His eyes fill with a mischievous look of pure lust, and I know he’s accepted the challenge. He brings a hand to my nipple, where he twists and tugs as he starts moving in and out of me. I close my eyes as he continues to work my breasts over, and I shudder as electric currents flow through me with every single touch when he replaces his hand with his mouth. With each plunge, his pace increases until he’s moving with reckless abandon. He releases my breast and moves up to cover my mouth, his tongue darting back and forth until he pulls away and burrows his face in the crook of my neck. I bring my hand up to the top of his head, running my fingers through his hair, gripping slightly.

“Harder, Kale. I’m so close. Please, fuck me hard,” I whisper encouragingly, and he doesn’t hesitate to give in to my request. His hips move expertly in a quick rhythm, so forceful that the table slams against the wall with every single thrust, but we’re too lost in our lustful haze to care.

As he brings me closer to the edge, the fire between my legs begins to intensify, and I close my eyes, ready for the ultimate pleasure to wash over me. I can feel him pull away from my neck, his lips hovering just over my ear.

"Open them, Lucy," he growls. "I want to see you when you come."

I comply, and my eyes meet his in a hooded, lust-filled fashion. He begins to speed up, plunging in and out rapidly and vigorously, his eyes on me the entire time. My hands grip the edge of the table as I can feel my imminent release building. Inhaling sharply, I can't stifle the moan that crosses my lips, and it only serves to speed Kale's movements up as he drives into me, wild and frenzied. I’m done for as the crest of my orgasm sends pulsating sensations throughout my body in a toe-curling climax that has every nerve ending tingling with sweet satisfaction. I can feel my walls contract around him, and with two more quick thrusts, he erupts, and I milk out every single drop as he falls down on my chest, panting heavily as he presses quick kisses all over my skin.

As we both try to catch our breaths, I start to come back to reality, and I’m suddenly aware of my surroundings. I’m in a blissful haze, and I know I could lie here for hours cuddled up with our chests pressed together. Fortunately, some sort of rationale seeps into my brain and I know I need to get him home or else we’re going to end up naked on the floor of the closet.

Tapping his shoulder, I get his attention. He pulls himself off me, eyes widening when he looks down at my naked skin, unable to take his eyes off my bump.

“Oh God, baby. I’m so sorry. I got carried away. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I can feel my eyebrows wrinkle until I understand what he means. “No, Kale, you didn’t hurt me. Not in the slightest.”

Relief floods his face, and my heart swells with love for this man. He leans down and places a quick kiss on my lips. “Good. So, Ms. Dawson, did I pass the test?”

Toying with his dangling dog tags, I give him a sly smile. “Oh yeah, Montgomery. You passed with flying colors. In fact, I’m half tempted to let you take me home to earn some extra credit.”

His cock jerks inside me, and he gives me an unabashed smile. “I could definitely go for some extra credit,” he says as he presses a quick kiss against my lips. I think he’s about to pull away from me, but instead, he hovers over me, his eyes meeting mine. “But first things first. It’s about time I give you a pop quiz of my own.”

Cocking an eyebrow, I tilt my head inquisitively. “Ah, schooling the teacher? This should be interesting. Go ahead, Montgomery. I’m game. Give it your best shot.”

“I’m pretty sure I just did that,” he winks at me shamelessly, and I playfully slap his shoulder and encourage him to continue with his sudden pop quiz. “You said you wanted to go home and fuck my brains out, right?”

“I’m not sure I put it quite that way, but that was about the gist. I was thinking more of sweet, slow lovemaking where you’d worship every inch of my body, but I suppose fucking your brains out could be arranged. So yes, Kale, take me home and let me have my way with you.”

“Jesus Christ, pregnancy’s made you insatiable. You haven’t even flinched once even though you’ve said some variation of fuck at least six times in the last ten minutes. Poor, poor Sprout. His momma’s got a dirty mouth. A very hot, extremely wicked, dirty mouth.”

Wincing, I bring my hand between us and rub my belly. “It happened in the heat of the moment. I have a feeling he’s used to that. Sorry, buddy. I’ll try not to let it happen again,” I whisper to my stomach, causing Kale to chuckle. “Anyways, the pop quiz? Now that I’m coming down from my Kale high, I’m starting to get paranoid that someone’s going to walk in. I feel like I’m sixteen years old and I’m being felt up by my boyfriend while my mom’s right outside.”

“Oh, that. Well, you want to go home?” he asks, and I nod, wondering why he continues to harp on that question. “Okay, well… Lucy Dawson, I have one question for you. Where is home?”

His eyes look down into mine and I see the hope in them. Suddenly, I’m aware of what he’s asking, and as much as I want to throw my arms around him and give him an answer, the tease in me can’t help but toy with him. After all, I did leave him a note almost a month ago basically giving him my answer.

Squinting up at him, I pretend to mull it over. “Can you repeat the question?”

An incredulous look spreads over his face, and he pulls up slightly. “You little tease. What is it, babe? Have you spent too much time on the other side of the classroom that you can’t take tests anymore? All that shit you gave me about Scantrons and you can’t answer a simple question.”

“I’m no good with Scantrons. I don’t have the proper equipment to fill in the bubbles,” I tell him, giggling at the innuendo, loving when Kale’s playful side comes out.

He begins to tickle me, his fingers running up and down my bare flesh until I’m squirming beneath him.

“Kale, stop! Seriously,” I say between breathless laughs. “I have a hard enough time holding my bladder as it is, and if you don’t stop, I’m going to pee my pants.”

Slowing his movements, he runs his fingers up and across my breasts, causing my nipples to pebble under his touch. “Well, that might be a problem, baby, seein’ as how your pants are on the ground and my dick’s still inside you. Now answer the question. Where’s home, baby?”

My eyes soften and I lift up, ensuring that he doesn’t slip out of me. I reach out and grab ahold of his dog tags, pulling him in close. “Home isn’t just a place for me, babe. It’s wherever you are. So we could be at my place, at your place, or in a van by the river. As long as I’m with you, then I’m home.” I pause, allowing the words to sink in. His eyes continue to bore into mine, and a slow, satisfying grin spreads over his face. “But, in case this is a trick question and you’re looking for two answers, then home—my new home—I hope is in your house, in your room, in your bed. I just spent eight long days without you, and I don’t want to do that again. I’ve already asked about breaking my lease, and it shouldn’t be a problem. I was just waiting for the invitation. Which, actually, I’m still waiting for.”

Wrapping his arms around me, he lifts me up off the table, and I have to hook my legs around his waist to keep my balance. I slowly slide down on him, and I can feel him hardening inside me. I don’t know if it’s because he’s been missing me or because my words are seeping in, but he seems hesitant to separate himself from me. If he doesn’t hurry up, round two is going to happen right here.

“Lucy Dawson, move in with me.”

“Most pop quizzes have questions, but I suppose I can look past it just this once.” I place a quick kiss on the tip of his nose before pulling back and grinning at him. “Consider my bags packed. Now give me my clothes, take me home, and show me just how much you’ve missed me.”

He lets out a low laugh as he slowly slides out of me and sets me back on the table. Bending down, he throws my shirt to me, and I hop down, quickly getting dressed. I make sure we’re both decent as I head to the front of the closet, apprehensive as I open the door. Peeking my head out, I sigh in relief when I see that the room’s empty, my door still shut. Kale follows behind me, and just as I’m going to get my purse, he grabs me by the waist and presses me up against the now closed supply closet door.

“I missed you, baby,” he admits, staring down into my eyes. I feel a slight tingling between my legs, and I can’t believe how ready I am for him. “I don’t think I can go that long without being inside you again.”

Bringing my hand up to cup his cheek, I stretch up on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss then nuzzle my cheek against his, loving the feel of his scruff against my soft skin. “You won’t ever have to, babe. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Love you, too. Now let’s get you home. I have some extra credit to earn,” he says teasingly, giving me a wink. I allow him to take my hand and pull me to the parking lot, where he puts me in his car, promising to get mine the next day.

The whole ride home, he describes to me all the ways he missed me, and I have to clench my thighs in anticipation, knowing I missed him just as much.

Kale

AFTER TAKING Lucy home, I spent the night worshipping her body just like she wanted, appreciating every single new bump and curve. It was only a week, but what can I say? I’m hooked on her, and even just one night apart is one too many. I knew she’d been waiting for me to ask her to move in, but I took my time, making her sweat just like she’d done to me, but after spending Christmas apart, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The twenty-week appointment is sneaking up on us, marking the halfway point in the pregnancy, and I want her settled in with me so that it’s one less stressor on her plate.

“Do you want a boy or a girl? You always call Sprout a he, but what if he’s a she?” Lucy asks, yawning. We’ve just woken up, and I’m not sure where the question’s coming from.

I mull it over in my brain. “I guess I always do say he, but that’s just my natural reaction. If it’s a girl, I’ll be happy. If it’s a boy, that’s great, too. Honestly, I’d probably have an easier time with a girl thanks to the twins and Lily.”

Turning on her side, she grins at me. “Yeah, until she’s old enough to date. Then you’ll be singing a different tune.”