Holly and Brendan (Story 1)

Ecstatic that she could call her day over with the end of her Artist Management class, Holly walked through the Music Complex trying to internally plan her night. With every new idea, the visual of Brendan kissing her for the first time knocked it aside. Since the kiss happened, it had constantly occupied her mind, the illicitness of it. The coolness of the car hood as he pressed his hard body into hers. How his fingers teased their way up the sides of her exposed stomach as his lips seared a path from the corner of her mouth to the base of her neck.

She wanted more but didn’t know quite how to get it. He was a professor; not hers, thank God, but still. Looking up, Holly realized she missed the exit and turned back. “Dumbass,” she berated herself.

Keeping her eyes open and her mind clear, she traversed the same hallway she mindlessly just came down when she noticed the sign on one of the doors to her left: Brendan Saxon.

Shit … his office and the door was open. Holly stopped and stared at that opened door, wondering if she had enough nerve to walk in and close it, for one, then to ask for more of the kiss that had been haunting her days … and nights.

She could do this. She could. Blowing out a breath, Holly crossed the hall and stepped through his doorway. She checked a moan as she spied the rolled up sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing the ink on his forearms. Those sexy as hell glasses perched upon his nose as he concentrated on whatever was on the computer monitor in front of him. A rockstar imitating a scholar professor … the combination hot as hell.

“Hi, Professor,” she spoke out as she shut the door, breaking the silence in the room. His head shot up from his work, his eyes wide in what could only be described as charmed disbelief. “I have a question and was hoping that you could be of some help.”

“Of course, Holly. How can I help?” he asked slowly sliding his glasses down his nose before placing them on his desk, those piercing green eyes locked on her the entire time.

Taking a few more steps closer to his desk, she nervously rubbed her hands on the outside of her thighs before continuing. “A few nights back, something happened to me, something that I never imagined would happen. This amazing guy kissed me and I can’t stop thinking about it … or him,” she added, looking down at his desk before lifting her gaze and finding a gleam of some indefinable emotion staring back at her.

Standing up, Brendan rounded his desk, crossing in front of her before leaning back against it. He crossed his legs at his ankles, and casually placed his hands on his stomach. Her eyes followed the movement, the desire to look down strong.

“Why can’t you stop thinking about him?” he asked.

She glanced up at him through her eyelashes, suddenly feeling a little shy. With a deep exhale of breath, she said the words that would change her life. “Because I want more.”

“More?” he asked, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward.

With her eyes fixated on his lips, Holly stepped forward until her body almost but not quite touched his. “Yes …”

“Holly,” Brendan said as if tortured. He reached out and put a large hand on her hip, he pulled her against him.

“I want more, Brendan,” she repeated.

With those words, his lips crashed upon hers. Her body hummed with the need to feel him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with reckless abandon, opening her mouth to him, letting him devour her. The hardness of his body thrilled her. The kiss progressed so much more quickly than their first one. It sang through her blood, the beat pulsing through her body. His hands were inside of her coat, sliding up her sides until they cupped her breasts. When his thumb grazed over her nipple, Holly moaned right into his mouth.

Her world spun and she laid flat on his desk, her skirt riding high on her legs. Brendan took advantage of that, grinding into her in a way that left little to her imagination.

“You want more?” he asked, his forehead resting against hers.


“Can you handle it?”

“I can handle anything you throw my way,” she responded, not really sure if she could, but desperately wanting to try.

He didn’t say anything. He was all action.

A hand slipped down her side and when it touched the bare skin of her thigh, her head fell to his desk with a thunk, her loud moan masking the noise. Wasting no time, Brendan pulled aside her underwear, the skimming touch sending a hot shiver through her. As if they had a mind of their own, her hips rose into them, wanting more.

She felt the amused puff of air against her cheek before he spoke. “So greedy.”

Yes. So, so greedy, her mind screamed.

Finally he touched her right where she needed it, sliding his finger through her wetness over and over, teasing her with each swipe over her clit and back down again … before pushing it inside of her, surprising her. “Oh, hell,” she whimpered, not caring if she just swore, and just focusing on his finger pulling the orgasm from deep within her.

Then he stopped and her eyes shot open to find his handsome face right above hers, plenty of desire with a touch of concern sculpting his expression. “You sure?” he asked.

She nodded her head emphatically. “More,” she begged, pushing up against his hand, the elusive orgasm so, so close.

“Fuck,” he breathed into her mouth before capturing it in another kiss, adding another finger inside her. “Come for me, princess.”

When she clamped down on his fingers, he cursed, his gaze locked on her face as she wondrously came apart on top of his desk. Despite that being the best orgasm she’d ever had, it didn’t sate her. She grabbed at the waistband of his jeans, wanting what they hid beneath.

“More,” she said.

“You’re a greedy little princess,” he responded, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Don’t you want more?” Holly ventured, scared to find out the answer.

Sighing, Brendan pulled his fingers from her then stepped away. His gaze fell to her rumpled skirt yet he spoke not a word. The heavy silence swept through her, gnawing away at her confidence. Holly pushed herself up and quickly fixed her skirt, the palms of her hands on her thighs. Indecision rooted her in place. A big part of her wanted his answer yet there was the other that wanted to flee in embarrassment.

He must have saw her conflict and returned to her, his hands covering her own. “I definitely want more, princess. I think I want too much.”