Nice and Easy: Boys of the Big Easy book three Page 21

  “Did I say off, Miss Scott?” he asked.

  Her nipples tingled at his displeased tone. “No.”

  “Do what I say.”

  She pulled the top up, exposing her breasts.

  There was definite heat in his gaze, but he otherwise didn’t react. “I want you to play with your nipples.”

  She lifted a hand, eager to ease some of the ache in her breasts. She cupped them, then rolled the nipples, the sensation shooting to her clit.

  “What is the tip of the sternum called?” he asked.

  Lexi wet her lips. “Um, the xyphoid process.”

  “Very good.” His gaze zeroed in on her nipples as she played with them. “Name three other bones in the upper body, not including the sternum or xyphoid process.”

  Damn, she was actually going to have to think here? “The, um, clavicle, scapula—”

  “Don’t stop pinching your nipples.”

  She realized she’d done just that. She pinched one and her clit throbbed.

  “Go on.”

  “The ribs.”

  He nodded. “Nicely done. I see that your gorgeous tits aren’t enough to distract you. Play with your clit.”

  She sucked in a breath. Then she slid a hand down over her stomach and between her legs. She glided her middle finger over her clit and shivered.

  “Name three of the bones of the foot.” His eyes were glued on her hand.

  Dammit, the foot bones were hard. There were twenty-six bones in the foot and ankle. She wasn’t going to do as well here. No matter how she was being distracted.

  “The talus is all I can think of, Sir,” she said.

  He nodded and sighed as if she’d disappointed him greatly. “Come here.”

  Yes.

  She stood, her skirt falling down, but her top staying bunched over her breasts. Caleb pushed his chair back from the desk and swiveled to face her as she came around to the back of the desk.

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “Have I adequately proven that it’s harder to perform well in class when you’re distracted?” he asked.

  She put a hand on her hip and tipped her head, as if she wasn’t standing in front of him with her breasts exposed and her nipples begging for his mouth. “Well, I’m not the one who needs to pass that test,” she said. “Maybe your players would be better at football, too, if they learned to concentrate better.”

  There was the tiniest curl to the edge of his mouth with that, but he gave her a scowl and said, “I see our lesson isn’t finished.”

  “What’s the objective here, if I may ask?”

  “Why, Miss Scott, is that not obvious?” he asked.

  She shook her head.

  “To punish you for your behavior, of course.”

  She shivered. For real. Her body actually shook a little at that and goose bumps erupted all over. Holy shit, yes.

  “So it’s not to teach me anatomy?” she asked.

  Now he did give her a sly smile. One that made him look incredibly hot and even a little sinister. “Oh, I’m going to give you a very deep appreciation of anatomy.”

  Lexi almost couldn’t contain her grin this time.

  “Put your hands on my desk.”

  She did. Eagerly. Palms flat down on the cool wood right next to where he was sitting.

  “First important anatomical landmark,” he said, reaching out and running his hand up the back of her thigh to her butt, then pushing her skirt up to her lower back, baring her backside. “Is this gorgeous ass.”

  He rubbed over both cheeks and Lexi closed her eyes, absorbing the feel.

  Then he swatted her.

  It wasn’t enough to really hurt, but it surprised her and she jumped.

  “Fuck, that makes your breasts bounce,” Caleb said huskily. “That’s another very important area we need to spend time on.”

  He swatted her again. She was ready for it that time, kind of, but she still jerked. He rubbed his hand over her ass, soothing the slight sting. Then he reached under her with his other hand and flicked one of her nipples.

  Lexi gasped, then moaned.

  “Did you know that the nerve endings in the buttocks connect to the genitals?” he asked, almost absently as he tugged on the same nipple. “That’s why there can be such pleasure from spanking.” He flicked her nipple again and then gave her a swat.

  Lexi pressed back into his hand as he massaged the spot.

  “And when you’re in pain, endorphins are released in the brain to block the pain. But it can also give you a feeling of euphoria. The same thing that happens with a runner’s high. Or an orgasm.” He slid his hand from her butt cheek, down between her legs and over her clit.

  Lexi felt already on the verge of an orgasm. Her fingers curled, trying to grip the desktop as he slid a finger into her.

  “Damn, you’re wet,” he muttered.

  She didn’t know if it was Caleb or Coach Moreau talking now, and she didn’t care. She pressed back onto his finger.

  He removed his hand and gave her another stinging swat, this one a little harder. “We’ll get to your sweet pussy,” he said. “But this lesson isn’t over yet.”

  She almost whimpered. She’d never been this turned on in her life.

  “I don’t know if I’d ever use a paddle or flogger on you,” he mused as he massaged over her ass, giving little swats here and there, making her moan. “I love the feel of my hand on your hot, silky skin.” He spanked her harder this time. “And I love the look of my hand print on your ass.”

  He reached up and tweaked her nipple, this time playing longer, tugging and squeezing until she was wiggling, the ache between her legs intensifying.

  “But I definitely want to clamp these sometime,” he said. “You’re so sensitive.” Suddenly he shifted back in his chair. “I want you over my knee, Miss Scott.”

  Breathing hard, she straightened and faced him. Her whole body was tingling, her ass was warm, and Caleb had never been this hot before.

  She positioned herself over his lap without his help.

  He groaned softly as she settled into place, reaching for her breasts and cupping them, rubbing the nipples, then pulling gently.

  She finally felt his hand run up the back of her thighs to her butt.

  “I can see why Mr. Jenkins can’t get anything done,” he said, huskily. “You’re far too tempting. But you’re going to get the poor man fired when he’s lecturing about the body and accidentally says ‘pussy.’”

  Lexi squirmed on his lap. “I’m sorry, Coach Moreau.”

  He brought his hand down against her ass, making her jump, then moan. “I prefer Sir, Miss Scott.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He smacked her again.

  “I called you Sir,” she said breathlessly. “Why are you still spanking me?”

  “Because it makes you wet.” He slid his hand between her legs and circled her clit, then slipped two fingers into her. “And you need to be very wet for when I fuck you.”

  “Oh, yes, Sir,” she gasped.

  He slid his fingers in and out, slowly, maddeningly. But Lexi still felt her orgasm tightening her lower belly. He played with her, one hand between her legs, one hand on her nipples, for several long minutes. She never got too close to the edge, but her body was humming, tight, anticipating. She felt his cock against her hip and wiggled against it, hoping to spur him on.

  “That’s right,” he said, lazily, drawing circles around her clit. “We haven’t covered male anatomy yet, have we?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He gave her a final swat and said, “On your knees, Miss Scott.”

  Lexi scrambled off his lap. She hadn’t seen, touched, or tasted Caleb yet, but she’d been fantasizing about him for months. Years. She was eager and excited as she knelt between his knees.

  She reached for his fly, but he caught her wrists. “No touching until I tell you to.”

  She was disappointed and he clearly saw it before she covered it.

  He tsked and
shook his head. “I don’t trust that you won’t forget who’s in charge,” he told her. “You’ve been very naughty in class. And you like being spanked. What am I going to do to be sure that you follow my commands?”

  He reached for his tie and Lexi felt her pelvic muscles clench.

  Caleb slowly undid the knot and pulled the blue silk from his collar. Then he leaned forward. He put his mouth against her ear. “Hands behind your back, Miss Scott.”

  The roughness in his voice danced down her neck to her nipples then deep in her core.

  Caleb Moreau was perfect.

  Lexi put her hands behind her back. Caleb spent a moment playing with her nipples again as they were thrust forward. He kissed her neck, just below her ear, dragging his beard over her skin, making her nipples bead even tighter, then pinching and plucking at them until she was squirming again. “I love your nipples,” he said, gruffly. “I could play here all night.”

  But he didn’t. He finally slid his hands to hers, looping his tie around her wrists. He tightened it, tying the ends. Lexi tested the tension. If she pulled really hard she could get loose, but it was tight enough to give her the thrill of being restrained.

  “That’s better,” he said, sitting back.

  Then his hands went to his fly. He pulled his belt loose, tossing it onto the desk, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, watching her the entire time.

  “Have you ever seen a grown man’s cock, Miss Scott?” he asked.

  She pressed her lips together and tightened her inner thighs. She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  He opened his pants and pulled his cock from his boxers.

  Lexi, in real life, gasped. He was huge. And hard. For her. She affected him like this. She couldn’t deny that was a thrill. She knew Caleb wanted her. She’d seen proof against his pants before, felt it even. But seeing him grasp his length and stroke up and down and say, “You look like you can’t wait for this”, was heady.

  “I want you,” she said, honestly, meeting his gaze. “So much. I’ll do anything.”

  His pupils dilated and he squeezed his cock. “Then put those pretty lips around me,” he told her.

  Yes, please and thank you. She leaned forward. He held his cock for her and she licked over his tip. His breath hissed out at the first touch, and again she was hit by the fact that even though she was the one restrained, she had a lot of power here.

  She slid further down, taking him deeper, licking, then sucking.

  Caleb’s hand tangled in her hair, gripping and tugging slightly. That sent heat rolling through her and she took him even deeper. She bobbed her head, taking him over and over, for a few minutes. Caleb’s hips lifted closer to her and his hand gripped her hair tighter and tighter, until finally he pulled her off of him, breathing hard.

  “We’ll come back to this lesson,” he told her. Then he stood, pulled her up, and set her on the desk. He unbound her wrists and then put a hand on her chest, urging her to lie back. “Now for your quiz,” he said. “Besides fingers and cocks, what else can fill up a pretty, wet pussy?”

  Oh, she knew this one. “Tongues.”

  “A-plus.” He took a thigh in each hand, spreading her wide and bending to lick her.

  He licked and sucked at her clit and Lexi cried out. Then he thrust his tongue into her, lapping at her, winding her tighter and tighter. He returned to her clit, sucking hard, and she came apart without warning.

  “Caleb!” she cried out, gripping the edge of the desk.

  He didn’t say anything, didn’t correct her to Sir or even Coach Moreau. He straightened, sheathed himself with a condom, and pulled her ass to the edge of the desk. Then he slid home. Slowly, but surely.

  “Lexi,” he said, gruffly. “Damn. Fuck. You feel amazing.”

  She certainly did. Caleb was still completely taking over. She was lying back, with very little leverage, as he pulled out and thrust again. And she loved it. Her body took him completely. She was tight and he was huge, but she was wet, and hot, and had never wanted anything more in her life. Watching him grit his teeth as he watched himself fucking her reignited the burn of an orgasm, and Lexi felt herself tightening.

  “Yes. You feel so good,” she told him, her voice husky.

  He looked up at her and increased the pace. The thrusts made her breasts bounce and it was clear he loved that view as well. He reached up and tugged on a nipple.

  “Damn,” he said as he felt how that made her core muscles tighten around him.

  “More. Harder,” she urged.

  Heat flared in his expression and he thrust deeper. “Like that? You like that?”

  “So much.”

  His thrusts got faster, but she was sliding on the desk, even as she tried to cling to the edge.

  “Come here,” he finally said, pulling out and grabbing her hips.

  She didn’t really do any of the work, but she found herself leaning over the desk, her feet on the floor, breasts pressed against the hard wood.

  Caleb wrapped her hair around his hand, grasped her hip with the other, and then thrust deep.

  “Yes.” That was so much deeper and the angle was perfect.

  He did it again and again, filling her, setting her nerve endings on fire. She was on tiptoe, pressing back against him, when he reached around and found her clit. He pressed, circled, then pressed again. He tipped her head back by tugging on her hair. “You are so fucking amazing,” he said against her ear. “I want you. Every part of you. I want to fill you up every night. I want to hear you cry out my name. I want to hear you laugh. I want to hold you when you cry. I want to hear every single story you’ve got to tell. I want to be able to come home to you over and over again. I want to tell you how much I love you every single day.”

  And that was what sent her hurtling over the edge.

  She grabbed his wrist, gripping it tightly as she came hard, crying out his name just like he wanted.

  Caleb came hard, pumping into Lexi with an orgasm unlike any he’d ever had before. It went on and on. Finally, completely spent, he braced his arms on the desk on either side of her hips. After a few deep breaths, he dealt with the condom in the trash can under the desk, then leaned back over her, kissing her softly.

  It was as if that woke her and she lifted up to meet his mouth, wound her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his hips, clinging to him.

  He hugged her close and stepped back. He sat down in the desk chair with her in his lap. She snuggled into him, not saying anything, her breathing still a little ragged.

  “You okay, Lex?” he asked huskily, running a hand over her hair.

  She looked up at him. Then she shifted, moving to straddle his lap, and looked into his eyes. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you?” He squeezed her hips. “Are you kidding? You just blew my head off. Thank you.”

  “But the whole…thing. The uniform and the setup. You did that for me.”

  He nodded, wanting to make light of it, but not quite able to joke. “I would do anything for you.”

  She gazed up at him with that familiar you-are-my-hero look and Caleb felt his heart expand. That look. He would do anything for that look. It fed something inside of him that he hadn’t even been aware of until Lexi and Shay had come into his life. He needed her to look at him like that. Like he was everything she wanted.

  Lexi gave a happy, contented little sigh. “That was so nice.”

  He laughed. “It was nice? I dressed you up, paddled your ass, and fucked you on my desk.”

  A shiver went through her and her smile grew. “I know.”

  He shook his head and ran a hand from her hip to her ass. “So, I didn’t hurt you?”

  “Just enough.”

  He blew out a breath with another soft laugh. This was going to take some getting used to. But it had felt good to be able to just let go. To get dirty. To hike her desire and pleasure up to those levels.

  “Did you like it?” she asked.

  “You couldn’t tell?�
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  She tipped her head. “Of course. I mean, the physical pleasure was obvious. But did you…enjoy any of it?”

  Okay, he could be honest here. They’d just had sex for the first time. They’d just been very intimate. Being able to admit a fantasy, something that might make people judge you, took a level of trust. Actually indulging that fantasy, letting yourself really get into it, was another level. He’d never thought about how getting really dirty with someone could take trust and letting them close, but it did. And he loved that they’d gone there.

  He also loved that he could just get into it. He knew she would stop him if needed. But he also loved being able to read her, being able to tell when she needed more of something, when his actions were affecting her and giving her pleasure.

  Giving Lexi pleasure was one of his main goals in life. And this scene, or whatever it had been, had helped him feel closer to that than a lot of the other things he did. Fixing her car helped her. Taking care of Jack helped her. Their friendship, making this home together—those things made her happy. But pleasure—true, primal, base-instinct pleasure—that was something he hadn’t been able to give her until now.

  And he was officially addicted to it already.

  “I loved doing this with you,” he told her, running his hand over her bare hip and butt cheek. “It was amazing to be able to do that to you, for you. And yeah, letting go, getting into it, knowing that we were both right there, together, was intense and amazing.”

  She gave a happy sigh and shifted to sit across his lap, curling into him again. “That all made me feel really…close to you. Free. Hot. And…” She trailed off.

  He had to know what else she’d felt. “And?” he prompted, squeezing her ass.

  “Loved,” she said softly. Almost embarrassed.

  He reached down and tipped her head up. “You are. And I can’t tell you how fucking amazing it makes me feel that you know that. And that this is one way I can show you.”

  She gave him a smile that was unlike anything he’d seen before. It was so much more than the you-walk-on-water smiles she gave him. This one was…pure happiness. And he’d made her feel that.

  This was all so good. So, so good.