1. A Hardcore Crush Part 2


    Date: 2/24/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: MsSensuality, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    release. Until….a light knocking on the door. “Umm, Clarissa? Are you okay in there?” Tristan’s concerned voice came from outside. ‘Oh shit, oh shit,’ she thought frantically. How long had he been standing out there? Did he hear her moans? She laughed a little to herself about what his reaction would be if she told him the truth. ‘Oh nothing Tristan, your growl just elicted an intense sexual response in my body, and I had to go seek release.’ Yeah, that would be great. Talk about creating tension when she knew he already had a thing for her. However, that thing he had had helped them to become the closest of friends, and she wouldn’t trade that for the world. Clarissa didn’t get close to people easily, and he was valuable to her in more ways than she could even count. “I’m fine, just had a slight dizziness. I think it was the heat in the office.” “Well, I know I’m hot and all, but never quite got a reaction like that!” Tristan joked back at her through the door. If only he knew how close to the truth he was, Clarissa thought. The problem was that she knew who had actually triggered her reaction. “Haha, funny Tristan. Now go away so you don’t look like the creeper by the bathroom door!” “I have to go help out with the team, it’s the practice before game night you know. I hope you will be all right, text me if you need anything. I mean it!” “Okay, I will. I’m going to be fine though. Go coach your boys. They need you.” Clarissa smiled as Tristan gave his customary knock and ...
    headed away. She never actually texted him in the evenings, because she didn’t like disturbing his family time. His wife was an awesome woman, and they were friends as well to some extent. Sighing against the door, she closed her eyes and tried to finish what he had so gallantly interrupted. It didn’t work, so she left the bathroom pent up and frustrated. She gathered her things, looking at the small pile on her desk. No grading this time, she thought. Maybe she would write. There was a slight breeze in the air that night, and Clarissa lay on the bed in her favorite satin lingerie feeling it through the slightly open window, grateful for the small pleasure of the moment and the fact that tomorrow was Saturday. It was late September in South Carolina, and the fragrance of the still late blooming summer lilacs and cherry blossoms wafted through the room, permeating the air. She felt peaceful, content, for the first time in awhile. Her eyes slowly drifted closed, and she went to the land of dreams, where anything is possible. And woke, startled. Her hands, what had happened to her hands? Clarissa couldn’t move them. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped. There was Matt, standing next to the bed, his eyes locked on hers, burning, passionate, and full of need and desire. She glanced back, and her hands were tied to the bedpost with black velvet material, tied quite firmly. When she tried to pull at the binds, Matt bent down, his voice a hot whisper in her ear. “I wouldn’t pull at ...
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