Not yet, he thought. Not yet.
He felt her pussy tighten around him, but that was all the warning he got before she was coming again, this time in whole body waves. He could feel it. Long and lush, her mouth wide open with no sound escaping as she shook and shook against him.
Jesus Christ. She was hot and creamy, shaking and sweet with her legs clutching him tight, and Chaser wanted to die like this even as he wanted to fuck her for the next ten thousand years. Every thrust made it worse. Or better. He couldn't tell the difference any more.
He shifted backward, getting his shoulders against the chalkboard, as she continued to come apart all over him. She was slumped forward then, her face in the crook of his neck as he kept pounding his way into her, getting off on the low, soft sobbing sound she made against his skin.
And it was only then that Chaser finally-finally-let his climax rip through him, so deep and long and blisteringly hot it blinded him. It winded him. It ripped off the top of his damned head.
But the only thing he could think of as he slowly, slowly caught his breath again was that he wanted more. A lot more. Like her pussy was made of gold and he needed to hoard that shit-
It was that bizarre thought that had him lifting her up and off his dick, then setting her back on the ground. She blinked and tried to step away from him, but her knees sagged. She had to grab onto the desk to keep from melting right down to the ground. And Chaser would have to be a different kind of man-like maybe a dead one-not to enjoy the evidence that he'd thoroughly wrecked her.
But he wasn't a possessive man. He liked all kinds of pussy, he wasn't picky, and he didn't care if the bitch in question had been passed around the entire club before he got inside her. He'd always liked his women as easy as they were disposable. No muss, no fuss. Chaser wasn't a fucking hoarder.
The fact he'd thought different for even a second made him feel edgy. Like something was gnawing at him, deep in his gut. He didn't like it.
"Not so mouthy after you've come a few times," he observed as he pulled the condom off, then tossed it in the wastebasket beside her desk. He tucked himself away, then zipped up, studying her while he did it to see how she'd react to what had happened here. Right on her desk. In her fancy clothes.
Not well, if he had to guess.
Lara shoved her skirt back down over her thighs, then tucked her blouse back in with a few too-efficient tugs. Then she smoothed her hair down with her palms. If it weren't for that trembly cast to her mouth and the black shit beneath her eyes, you'd never know anything had happened here.
Chaser found he really didn't like that at all.
"But you, apparently, are even mouthier," she retorted, pulling herself up tall again and squaring her shoulders as she faced him. Back to her tight-assed teacher mode in an instant.
Yeah, no. Fuck that.
He reached over and took her chin in his hand, pulling her up another inch so she had to tilt back her head, go up on her toes in those high heels he thought had left marks on his back, and fall a little bit into his chest. She caught herself with her fists against his six-pack, which he felt as a loss, because he'd much rather feel those tits of hers again.
Her gaze was as furious as her mouth was sulky, and what the fuck was the matter with him? How could his cock already be hard as nails again? He wanted to throw her in a bedroom, lock the door, and fuck his way out of this weird, greedy thing stamping its way through him.
But he was not going to do that, and no matter that he wasn't really into denial. Not until he had a better handle on why he wanted it in the first place. The only people on this planet with any power over him were the ones he'd pledged himself to, fully aware of what he was getting into and ready, willing, and able to commit himself to them completely. Semper fi. Devil's Keepers forever; forever Devil's Keepers. He wore those vows on his skin. They were deep in his blood.
They made him who he was.
No smart-mouthed teacher was going to sneak in through a killer orgasm, no matter how hot and flexible she was.
"You don't seem to understand the precariousness of your position, babe," he told her, and maybe he let a little too much temper into his voice. Or his expression. But he made no attempt to soften his tone, because he wanted to scare her a little. Or more than a little. Whatever worked.
Her fists were still pressed into his stomach and her blue eyes were spitting mad, but she didn't do anything stupid, like hit him or try to yank her chin out of his grip. Chaser kind of wished she would. He hadn't spanked a woman in a while. He found his palms were a little itchy to get Lara's high, round ass nice and red.