Tessa Teevan - Inflame

I watch as she plays with her nipple, and I can just barely see the way she’s biting her bottom lip. Slowing down my thrusts so I don’t explode at an embarrassingly early rate, I slide a hand from her ass all the way up her spine until it rests on her neck. I lie down on her so my chest is pressed up against her back, causing her to remove her hand from her breast to steady herself. If anyone’s going to be touching her, it’s going to be me.

My hand makes its way to the front of her and finds her breasts, caressing gently. First one, then the other, tweaking her nipples until they harden under my touch. Once I’m satisfied, I move my hand down her stomach until I reach her clit. I slowly circle around it but make sure that I don’t actually touch her there. This feels intimate, more than usual, and I chalk it up to being skin to skin as I tease her clit. Finally, she has enough of my not quite touching her and she brings her hand up, trying to touch herself, but I don’t let her.

“Kale, please, fucking touch me already,” she practically begs, and I can’t help the grin that spreads over my face.

My lips move to hover just above her ear, and she shivers when she feels my breath. “I’ll touch you, baby,” I promise. “As soon as you admit I can fill the fucking bubble.”

She lets out a long, shaky breath then turns her head to look at me. My lips are right there, and they capture hers as I kiss her long and hard. When she pulls back, her eyes bore into mine and she nods slightly.

“Point proven. You fill all the bubbles. And then some. Now please, for the love of all that is fucking holy, touch me. I’m so close.”

Not needing to hear another word, my finger slides over her clit, pushing slightly before I start moving it in circular motions. With my chest still pressed down on her, I move my hips, thrusting in and out of her at the same speed of my finger. The harder I fuck her, the faster my fingers moves, and it’s not long before her walls are tightening around me and my ears are ringing as I hear her scream her release.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her closer to me, if that’s even possible. I’m not far behind her, and as her pussy clenches my dick, I come fast and hard, shooting into the condom with quick, short bursts. I continue to pump my hips until my orgasm subsides.

Finally, both of our movements still, and the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing and my racing heart, courtesy of that intense cardio session. My chest is heaving against her back, and it’s slick with sweat. I tear myself away from her skin and sit back on my heels, slowly sliding my dick out of her.

When I called Lucy to go out, some part of me figured we’d end up here. Her whole no-dating clause kind of helped me come to that conclusion. But I was expecting to have to work for it, at least for the night. Instead, I got sexy Lucy Dawson, ready for anything the moment she walked in my door, and I—and my cock—couldn’t be more thankful.

She’s catching her breath as she flops down on the bed and rolls onto her back. I wonder what’s going through her head, hoping like hell that she’s not regretting what just happened. It’s easy to scream, “Fuck me!” in the heat of the moment, but I’ve had quite a few experiences where things were awkward afterwards, and I wish to all holy hell this isn’t one of those times.

“God, I fucking needed that. A real penis is so much better than one with batteries,” she moans, not even bothering to cover her tits or anything like I’ve seen most girls shyly do after a quick fuck. Nope, not Lucy Dawson. This girl owns her sexuality, and it’s such a fucking turn-on.

I grin down at her and bend over to press a kiss to her lips. “Well, teach, what’d ya say? Did I pass test two?”

Her eyes dance with delight as she nods her head. Sitting up, she gets on her knees and moves towards me. She wraps her arms around my neck and leans in, nibbling on my earlobe.

“Oh, Sergeant Montgomery, you passed that test with flying fucking colors. But that was still only the beginning. I hope you’ll be prepared for an oral exam a little later on,” she whispers before pulling away from me.

Like I said earlier, I have big plans on repaying that favor, and I know that’s just one more test I’m going to ace. I tell her just that, causing her to laugh.

I get off the bed and go into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I return to the bedroom, Lucy’s still lying down, back flat on the bed, arms spread out. Quickly getting dressed, I sit down next to her.

“Spent?” I ask when I notice that her eyes are closed.

She opens them and sits up when she sees me. Hopping up off the bed, she looks around the room to find her bra and tank top, putting them on rapidly.

“Not quite. It takes more than that to wear me out. I was just savoring the moment,” she tells me. Walking over to me, she leans down and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks. That was a great fuck. I’ll get out of your hair now. You’ve got my number if you want a repeat.”

What the hell?

She starts to move away, but she’s not quick enough. I grab her arm and pull her in between my legs.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I growl, my hands holding her still.

She looks down at me, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You’re all dressed again, and it’s not exactly like I have attire to go out. It’s Friday night. I figured I’d head on out so you can go do whatever it is you soldiers do on the weekend.”

“Wait a minute. What are you talking about? Ten minutes ago you said we had plenty of time. The only reason I’m dressed is so I don’t freak out the delivery man when I open the door to accept our food. I figure I’ll feed you and fuck you. All night, Lucy. All fucking night.”

Something that looks like relief washes over her face, and she moves to straddle me. “Sounds like a damn good Friday night,” she says. “I’m freaking starving.”

For some reason, I’m pretty sure she’s not talking about food, and I feel the same way. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve wanted anyone this badly, and if I have my way, Lucy Dawson and I are going to be seeing a whole lot more of each other until I leave.

Lucy

IT’S BEEN nearly four months since that first night, and this summer passed by way too quickly. I’m getting ready to head to Kale’s place for one last hurrah before he gets on a plane and walks out of my life for the next nine months. I’ve come to rely on seeing him on an almost daily basis, and having to go back to Channing again is going to suck. When I went to Kale’s in my sexy teacher getup, I figured I was getting ready for one-night stand or at least a short fling with a few fun nights. Instead, I gained a best friend…who just so happens to also be really good in bed. I smile as I remember the rest of that night—the night we solidified our relationship.

After not embarrassing himself in front of the delivery guy, we gorged on pizza, and Kale introduced me to the strangest drink concoction. I was snuggling on the couch in a pair of his sweatpants and an Army t-shirt, thankful he’d taken pity on me and not made me lounge around in that short skirt and barely there tank. When he set the mixed drink in front of me, I asked what it was, but he wouldn’t tell me.

“Just take a sip, Lucy,” he said, and I eyed him suspiciously. He looked at me with exasperation. “What do you think I’m going to do? I already had you naked—well, almost—in my bed, and you were screaming my name. It’s just a drink.”

Remembering the way it had felt when he’d made me come brought a smile to my face, and I did as he’d asked. There was a definite burn, but the sweetness of the drink helped calm it down. He was right. It was pretty damn delicious. When he told me it was Mountain Dew and Fireball Whiskey, I was a little surprised, but I didn’t question it.

Several—or well, probably six—cocktails later, he pulled me down on the couch, properly preparing for his oral exam. I’m more than happy to report that he earned very high marks and has been doing so ever since. Afterwards, we ended up in his bed. I hadn’t planned on staying over, but six whiskeys later, I really had no choice. I offered to sleep on the couch, causing him to scoff at me. He took my hand, led me back to his bedroom, and surprised me by handing me an unopened toothbrush and giving me access to all his toiletries. It felt a little weird, knowing this was just supposed to be a random hook-up, but I appreciated that he was being a gentleman.

Upon exiting the bathroom, he went in after me, and I went out to the living room to get my purse. I dug around until I found my phone and saw about fifteen texts from Charlie, all ranging from “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” to “Don’t listen to that advice,” to “How big is his cock?” The latter made me laugh out loud, and before I knew it, my phone was being pulled out of my hands.

I jumped up, trying to grab it away from him, but he was too tall. It wasn’t until he read the messages that he handed it back to me. He stood there, crossing his arms, watching me.

“Well? What are you going to tell her?” I hesitated, and he grinned at me. “I can grab a ruler if you want.”

Shutting off my phone, I pushed his shoulder, telling him to fuck off. He just laughed as we made our way back to his room. We both settled on the bed, and I set the alarm on my phone so I could get out of there at a reasonable hour. Fluffing my pillow, I cuddled up underneath the covers and wondered what the hell I was doing. Kale turned towards me and gave me that heart-stopping smile that was already starting to be a panty dampener. Well, if I were wearing any.

“I’m glad I met you, Lucy Dawson,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing to say after we’d spend the night in various sexual positions.

Surprisingly, I felt the same way. Knowing that he was only going to be around for the summer and that he was in the same boat relationship-wise that I was made me think that this could be the best summer yet. In fact, a summer fling never sounded better.

“And I’m more than grateful that you creepily wandered into my elementary school classroom.”

He laughed and leaned in, placing a kiss on my nose. “I like you, Lucy. And I’d like to spend more time with you. Like I told you, I’m heading to Afghanistan in the fall, and like you, I’m not looking for anything. What do you say we see where this friendship goes?”

I gasp in mock horror. “Kale Montgomery, are you suggesting that we become friends with benefits? You know that only works in the movies, right?” I teased, wanting nothing more than to agree with a very enthusiastic yes, but I held myself back.

“Well, I didn’t put it that way, but if that’s what you want, Lucy, then I’m game. But can I be the Justin Timberlake kind of friend? I’m more partial to him than Ashton Kutcher.”

The moment he said the words, I busted out laughing.

“What? My sisters have been in love with JT since I was in middle school. My fondness for him has grown ever since. It’s fucking true that he brought sexy back.”

“Okay, okay, Kale. A summer not needing my vibrator sounds perfect. You can be my JT as long as I can be your Mila. I do kind of have a girl crush on her.”

A slow grin spread over his face, and I knew that he agreed.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

WE’VE BEEN practically inseparable since then. Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking getting into a long-term friends-with-benefits situation. Justin and Mila’s story has a happily ever after. Kale and I pretended that part of the movie didn’t happen. Don’t get me wrong. It hasn’t been all about sex. Once the school year was over and I was no longer Lily’s teacher, I often accompanied them to the park, the aquarium, and the movies, even though Kale despised sitting in a dark theater with kids. Something about their talking incessantly drove him nuts, but for Lily, he didn’t mind. He was so tender and loving with her, and he treated her as if she were his own. It didn’t make sense with his whole playboy persona. It was like he was born to be a dad, and until he could become one, Lily was the next best thing. It’s one of the things I love about Kale—seeing all the different sides to him.

Charlie kept trying to hook me up with Drew’s friends, but I always begged off, pretending to have other things to do. I think she suspected that I had a guy on the side. She’d bugged me about my night spent with Kale, but I waved her off, not giving her any details, and apparently she bought my indifference. She never again asked about Kale, and I never offered the information. What was going on between us was complicated enough even for me, and trying to explain it to her would probably make my head explode—and hers, for that matter.