“Too hard?” He held his spanking hand in mid-air, awaiting her word.
“Not really. I like it. Like that sting. Do you do this often?”
He tested her with a loud, scorching smack before answering, holding her steady at the small of her back while she writhed her way through the impact.
“No. Unfortunately, I don’t. Oddly enough, it’s not every day a shameless little minx misbehaves herself in my class. Life is cruel like that.”
His fingers hovered beneath her knicker elastic. Tilly held her breath. He seemed to be waiting for her permission. She gave it by gyrating her centre, urging the material down and off her glowing rear.
“You’re single?” she gasped, biting her lip at the idea that he was looking down at her hot red bottom in all its naked splendour. Suddenly the ache of need in her pussy became unbearably intense.
“Of course. I’m not Norman the Love Rat. I can be bad, but not that bad.” His hand fell, leisurely now, as if punctuating his thoughts. On bare skin it was even better.
After a slow dozen or so, he said, “I think you’ve learnt your lesson.” His hand travelled over her well-spanked bottom, as though assessing its heat and tenderness.
Tilly parted her thighs, making a nice easy chasm for his hand to slip into. If he didn’t do something about her raging horniness right now, she thought the taut string of tension inside her might snap.
“Yes, I’ve learnt it. I’ll be good now. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it.”
He took the bait offered by her split thighs and dipped inquisitive fingers into her wet, swollen sex. “Hmm, I think you will. Judging by how wet you are.” One finger began to twist and turn against her entrance, finding its way inside with ease.
She groaned and relaxed, all her weight against that incredible rock of an arm. He wasn’t even trembling. It was like the arm of a chair.
A metallic rattling from the door of the building broke the erotic spell. Calum withdrew his finger, pulled Tilly up and held her against his side, apparently forgetting that her knickers were around her ankles.
An elderly man in a long brown overcoat stood in the doorway, eyeing them uncertainly.
“I thought you finished at nine,” he said, averting his eyes from Tilly, who edged round behind Calum and pulled her knickers up with shaking hands.
“Sorry. Thought I had time for, um, well, yes. I lost track of time. Sorry.” Calum took Tilly’s arm, marched her over to collect the music deck and the coats and fled from the hall before the caretaker had had time to remove his wide broom from the cupboard.
Chapter Three
“Oh my God,” Tilly gasped, tottering after Calum across the cinder car park in those ridiculous shoes. No wonder they called them killer heels. They would be the death of her. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Nor can I. But the real question is, what are we going to do next?” Calum stopped by a low wall at the back of the building and pulled Tilly down on to his lap, fixing her with an earnest gaze. “I can’t quite believe my luck tonight, so I won’t be surprised if it ends right now…but I’d like to think my luck might hold…even if it’s just for another hour or so?”
Tilly did not need coaxing. She was so far into Calum that she couldn’t imagine ever finding a way out. “My flat’s about five minute’s drive from here. By the marina.”
“Are you sure? You haven’t been frightened off by my raging inappropriate kinkiness?”
“Raging-Inappropriate-Kinkiness is my middle name. Well, that and Two-Left-Feet.”
Calum laughed, squeezing her close for a ravishing kiss.
After a short but intense drive to Tilly’s apartment spent with Calum’s hand on her thigh, they fell backwards on to the sofa in a heap of silky, spangly, breathy, greedy lust.
“I wanted you to have me right there.” Her tongue had been loosened by its long occupation of Calum’s mouth. “On the floor of the hall.”
“I’d have done it. I was about to do it. But I wouldn’t have had you on the floor. I’d have had you up against the wall.”
He commandeered one leg, sliding it up so that her thigh wrapped around his hip, opening her up to his further explorations. He lowered the spangly shoulder straps of Tilly’s dress while his crotch introduced itself to hers, grinding itself in her juices, dampening his dancing trousers.
She watched the handsome face lower itself into the embr
ace of her breasts, uncovered now and ready for any attention they could get. He squeezed and suckled at the mounds of pale flesh, ravenous as a hungry wolf cub, using his tongue to stiffen her nipples and then lick tantalising tingles around their areolae before enclosing them in his warm wet mouth.
Her appreciation was vocalised in short squeaks and ecstatic whimpers. Calum pressed her tits together and breathed hot air on to the sensitive nipples until she shifted her bottom wildly on the slippery leather sofa, bucking into him, grabbing his hips and pulling him down. Not that there was any further he could go, without undressing.