Slow and Easy: Sensual Erotica Boxed Set (4 page)

Flashlight beams ricocheted around the
stairwell a few floors down. Trini immediately stopped and headed
back up to the fourth floor. She quietly opened the door and held
it against her fingertips as she gently closed it behind her. Safe
inside the hallway lined with administrative offices, Trini
sprinted along the corridor, her bare feet slapping against rough
commercial carpet.

Her mind reeled as she tried to work out her
best course of action now that the campus cops were hot on her
heels. Routes one through three were out of the question. That left
her with one choice. Trini’s hand dove into her backpack and
frantically fished for the polyester lanyard. She jerked it out and
skidded to a halt in front of the first door she reached, not
caring whose office it was. Trini tried to jab the master key she’d
nicked a few semesters back into the handle. It wouldn’t fit.

“
Shit! Fuck!” Trini’s
irritated whisper pierced the stillness. Refusing to waste any more
time, she moved to the next door. Again, the key proved useless. It
appeared the locks had been changed since her theft of the
key.

Trini glanced around anxiously. She spotted
the main staircase heading back up to the fifth floor. It was her
only chance. She couldn’t go back down since the fuzz was sure to
have cordoned off all the exits. If she could just get upstairs,
she might be able to find some place to hide. Hopefully. Maybe.

As she made a mad dash for
the stairs, Trini couldn’t squash the grin tugging at the corners
of her mouth. A hysterical laugh tickled the back of her throat.
Bizarre as it sounded, she actually enjoyed the real sense of
danger. Had everything gone as planned, it would have been
exciting.
This
was
exhilarating. All her well laid plans were going to hell in a hand
basket. The threat of capture was a reality. Rather perversely, she
found that invigorating.

Taking the steps two at a time, Trini tried
to outpace the cops she could hear thundering up the stairs, not
far behind. Hoping for a break, she tried every door knob she
passed, praying just one person had forgotten to lock their door at
the end of a long workday. Her gaze darted from side to side,
desperate for a hiding place. Even with all the furniture and
potted plants decorating the floor housing the university
president’s office, there were no options.

Suddenly, the door to the president’s office
jerked open. A pair of arms shot out of the darkened room and wound
around Trini’s waist. She stifled a shocked scream, unwilling to
alert the police to her position even as the stranger dragged her
into the office. A hand clapped over her mouth. The door closed. An
unseen hand locked it from the inside.

“
Don’t make any noise,
Trini.”

Trini recognized the Australian accent. Her
clamoring pulse slowed just a bit. But what was Dr. Menzies doing
in the president’s office? His office was halfway across campus in
the bowels of the physics department’s main building. And, more
importantly, how the hell did he know it was her?

He palmed her waist and spun her around.
Trini’s breasts rasped against the stiff cotton and hard buttons of
his shirt as he pressed her back to the door. She gasped at the
cold sensation of the wood against her hot, sweat-slicked skin.
Trapped there, between his lean body and the door and the cops
searching the building, she felt only the thrill of danger and not
the fear. She flushed with desire and excitement.

When his fingers skimmed her face and traced
her jaw, Trini gulped with apprehension. The room was dark but the
slatted blinds allowed just enough moonlight and ambient light to
cast a silvery haze of illumination. Through the slits of her mask,
their gazes clashed, his pale blue irises against her deep brown
ones. His blond hair looked carelessly mussed, framing his
incredibly handsome face with boyish loose curls.

He whisked away the mask and dropped it to
the floor. Trini’s tummy flip-flopped at the sensation of his
fingertips caressing her face. His thumb moved across her lower
lip, pulling it down gently, grazing his fingertip against her
teeth. A shock of heat pierced Trini’s chest.

There it was: that spark of attraction Trini
had experienced all those months earlier when they’d first been
introduced by her mathematics mentor. As a professor of theoretical
physics, Dr. Menzies often utilized undergrads from the math
department in his research. They’d worked together for a semester,
a stretch of weeks where Trini found it increasingly more difficult
to deny her raging lust for him. She often imagined he felt the
same. There were too many accidental touches, too many endearing
smiles, and too much teasing banter.

And now here they were, pressed belly to
belly, pulses pounding, gazes locked.

“
How, Dr. Menzies?” Trini
dared to break the silence.

An impish grin curved his lips. He bent his
head and ghosted his lips across the small cluster of scars along
her collarbone. She’d earned those as a freshman in high school
when her dolt of lab partner had blown up a test tube. Scorching
glass shards had made easy work of penetrating her t-shirt and
tearing into her skin.

Trini shivered as Dr. Menzies pressed his
lips to hear ear. “You’d be amazed what detail a person familiar
with photo analyzing algorithms can bring out from grainy pics
posted online. And it’s Simon now.”

Trini smiled, thoroughly impressed with his
detective work. He’d probably spotted the scar during one of their
evening number-crunching sessions. She’d often worn tank tops with
her jeans and bared those scars without much thought as to their
ability to identify her. Thank goodness the campus police seemed
devoid of any technological proficiency.

She yearned to touch him but her hands still
grasped the strap of her backpack. As if sensing her need, Simon
took the bag from her hand and gently set it aside, careful not to
make any noise. He removed the gloves encasing her hands and
dropped them too. For a long moment, they simply stared at one
another. Unable to contain her lust, Trini pounced on him. Simon
groaned into her mouth, his tongue searching for hers. The ensuing
kisses weren’t particularly dignified or finessed but hungry and
sloppy and desperate. They clutched and groped, Trini’s fingers
fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, Simon’s hands kneading her
breasts, tweaking her nipples.

With a slight shove, Simon pushed Trini’s
back to the door. He dropped to his knees and grabbed the tiny
elastic band of her g-string. As he jerked it down, Trini widened
her stance and then lifted her left foot. The g-string remained
hooked around her right ankle. Simon’s knuckles brushed downward
over the bare lips of her pussy. She shivered at the contact.

Without warning, Simon delved into her
dripping cunt, swiping the length of her slit with his pointed
tongue. Trini stifled a surprised moan, now only vaguely aware of
the other voices in the building. Simon clasped the back of her
right knee and guided it up and over his shoulder. Trini hooked her
left knee in the same way.

Suspended on his shoulders, she sifted her
fingers through his soft blond hair and enjoyed his jaw-dropping
cunnilingus skills. His thumbs held her open, baring the dewy
petals of her sex. He lapped gently at her clit then drifted lower
and circled the opening there. When his tongue dipped inside,
tasting her, Trini hissed. The velvet sensation of his tongue
drawing circles against her inflamed clit made her toes curl. He
alternated delicious swirls with pointed flicks and sometimes
sucked her pleasure button between his lips, heightening the
sensation even more. There was no hesitation or uncertainty from
Simon. He ate at her cunt with wicked abandon, lavishing every pink
inch with attention. Trini’s thighs tightened. Her calves flexed
against his back. She was going to come—and hard.

Suddenly, a pair of male voices sounded
outside the door. Trini expected Simon to pull back, to halt and
nervously wait it out but he didn’t. Instead he went wild on her
clit. Her palms flew to the door, nails clawing at the wood. Teeth
biting into her lower lip, she tried to fight an impending orgasm.
When the door handle rattled, a quiver of fear shot through her.
That was all it took. An orgasm crashed down over her, swallowing
her in its intensity. She convulsed silently, breaths arrested in
her throat, mouth open but no noise issuing forth.

The police moved along, and Trini slowly
descended from the pinnacle of her orgasm. Simon continued his
leisure licks until she slipped her left knee from his shoulders
and awkwardly regained her balance. Squatting down, she slipped an
arm around his waist and pulled him close for a kiss. She loved the
taste of her cunt on a lover’s lips. To her, there was no moment
more intimate than the one shared after oral sex.

Later, when Trini remembered their illicit
tryst, she couldn’t quite recall how they’d ended up on the floor,
Simon supine beneath her. His unbuttoned shirt fell away from his
body, revealing one hell of a sexy washboard tummy. Trini nipped
and licked at his rippled abs and surprisingly sensitive nipples.
She unbuckled his belt and lowered the fly on his trousers. The
cotton boxers beneath surprised her since she’d always pegged him
as a boxer-briefs sort of guy.

As she tugged his trousers and boxers down
around his hips, she heard the faintest crinkling noise. Curious,
she dug in his left pocket and discovered a condom. Holding it up,
she smirked. “Rather presumptuous, aren’t we?”

He sat up and tangled his hand in her hair
before kissing her. “Just prepared.”

Trini laughed and shoved on his shoulders,
forcing his back to the carpet. She scooted down his body until her
lips were just centimeters from his erect cock. Silver light
splashed across their bodies and brought attention to the
shimmering drop of pre-cum crowning the head of his penis.
Desperate for his taste, she gathered it upon the tip of her
tongue. Simon trembled at her initial touch. Power vibrated through
Trini.

With a broad swipe, she licked the length of
his erection. She ran her tongue across his tight sac and pulled
first his left then right ball into her mouth. His salty taste and
musky scent aroused her. She pooled a bit of saliva on her tongue
and allowed it to dribble onto the head of his penis. Licking her
palm, Trini slicked her skin before wrapping her fingers around his
thick cock and stroking loosely. She took just the top of him into
her mouth. Her tongue swirled as she applied suction. Using her
hand and mouth, Trini worked Simon into a frenzied state. His hips
pumped. His fingers clenched and unclenched. She paid attention to
his body language, careful to keep him aroused but never letting
him get too close.

“
Enough,” Simon
interrupted, panting with need. “Fuck me. Ride me.”

Trini didn’t have to be told twice. She
frantically patted the carpet for the condom and quickly handed it
over once she’d found it. Hands on his chest, Trini balanced over
his sheathed erection, her feet planted firmly on the ground. She
reached between them to guide his stiff rod into her wet heat and
sunk down in one breathless move. Both groaned with pleasure.

Not wanting to waste one second of their
interlude, Trini immediately bounced up and down on his cock. With
each stroke, she bottomed out on him. The little pleasure/pain
shock of his dick bumping her womb intensified her pleasure. Each
strike of her clit against his pelvis rekindled the embers of
arousal hidden deep within her. Like a well-oiled piston, she rode
him. Simon caressed her body and played with her breasts. He
pinched the hardened peaks of her breasts, sending electric
shockwaves straight to her weeping cunt.

Frantic for more contact, Trini shifted her
legs so that her knees rested on either side of his thighs. She
bent down and captured his mouth while rocking her pussy and clit
back and forth. The crisp hairs covering his chest teased her
nipples. He latched onto the sensitive curve of her throat and
sucked hard, no doubt intent upon marking her. His possessive act
made her even hotter.

When he released her skin with a noisy pop,
Trini sat back and rested her hands on his thighs. The change in
the angle of penetration was just what she needed. With each
movement, his cock slid against her engorged g-spot. She loved that
sharply intense sensation. Trini moaned at the feeling of Simon’s
thumb against her clit. Her pussy clenched as the coil in her belly
tightened. Frenzied, she sat up, her hands on her own breasts now,
and went wild on Simon’s cock. His thumb flicked with increasing
speed.

“
Come for me, Trini,” he
gruffly ordered.

And she did. Wave after wave of rapturous
pleasure inundated her writhing body. Simon gripped her waist and
snapped his hips, pounding his cock into her soaking hole again and
again and again. With a strangled growl, he came, jerking once,
twice, and then holding perfectly still, his hips still elevated,
cock buried inside her.

When he finally relaxed, Trini tumbled off
of him and rolled onto her back. No longer lust drunk, she felt the
burning ache on her kneecaps. Rug burns, she realized with a wince.
Well worth the price of such a torrid affair she reasoned. She
could only imagine how she must have looked at that moment, hair
wild, skin flushed. Thoroughly debauched, she supposed.

Out of the corner of her eye, Trini noticed
Simon dealing with the aftermath of their copulation. She hoped
he’d get rid of it somewhere outside of the president’s office. No
doubt it would raise eyebrows if a condom was found in the old
curmudgeon’s trashcan.

Simon climbed over Trini, pinning her to the
floor with his weight. He stared into her eyes, as if gauging her
response to him, to the scorching sex they’d just shared. Starting
at the tip of her nose, he kissed his way down her body, pausing at
her toes and working his way back up again. He pressed playful
kisses up her thighs and around her belly button. She toyed with
his hair as he placed his cheek to her tummy and wrapped his arms
around her waist. They stayed that way for a while, both enjoying
the gentle intimacy of the moment.