11. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Desmond

B y Saturday I wasn't sure about how Mia felt, about me or our kisses. The closer I got to the street she lived on, the more I doubted she felt anything at all for me.

Sure, she'd let me kiss her and kissed me back, but what if her attraction to me had evaporated over the course of this week ?

I trudged through the ankle-deep snow, and checked for cars before crossing the road.

Well, if it was just a one-time thing we could still talk about Ash Soul and work a bit more on her computer skills.

She asked you for more computer lessons anyway.

It took her barely thirty seconds to buzz me in.

She waited for me just inside her apartment door, wearing a pair of black leggings and a thin grey knit sweater with a plunging neckline that exposed the cleft between her breasts.

"Hey." I gestured awkwardly at her, having no idea what to do with my hands.

Don't grope her again, asshole.

"Hi. Is it still snowing outside? Come in."She stood up and brushed some snow off my shoulders.

"No, it stopped a few minutes ago." I set my laptop bag down, took off my boots and coat, and my glasses for good measure to clean them. When I straightened and was about to speak, a soft body collided with mine.

Instinctively, my arms wrapped around her and pulled her close for a kiss.

Great, that went well. What if she only wanted to hug me?

I tried to pull back but she didn't let me. Her tongue traced the seam of my lips, trying to get me to open for her.

A needy little whine echoed between us when I tasted her.

Was that me? Good God, Mia. I need to taste you everywhere.

"Did Carson mention anything about me dropping by your office?" I managed to get out around our entangled tongues.

"No," she groaned, then arched her back to get closer. With a gasp, she pushed her fingers into the fur on top of my head, dragging my mouth back on hers.

I had come here with the intention to take it slow and easy. Cuddles on the couch? Great! I would've been more than happy with just holding her hand.

Moving to second base after two minutes was unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.

She moaned under her breath when I crowded her up to the wall, one hand curled around her nape, the other palming her hip.

I was so focused on the feeling of her tongue in my mouth I didn't even notice her hand taking mine and bringing it up to her chest. When my brain caught up a desperate growl escaped me. My hand was cupping her breast, her fingers covering mine and squeezing her gently.

For a moment I hesitated before throwing my reluctance to the wind.

I'll grope her if she wants me to.

Every swipe of my thumb drew a low, sobbing moan from her lips. And deep in my heart I knew it wouldn't take much to get me addicted to the sounds she made.

Shit .

She pushed her flesh into my palm, spurning me on. How had I not realised that ‘computer lessons' was a euphemism for this ?

Then Mia began to walk sideways, coaxing me along, apparently trusting I'd do anything to keep her mouth on mine.

"I want you so much, Desmond," she murmured against my lips. When I checked our surroundings, I saw that she had taken me to her bedroom. Her small hand gripped me through my jeans, firmly stroking up and down the hard length pressing against the zipper.

"Snowflake," I whined, feeling my resolve to take things slowly drain away. "I came here for computer lessons."

Not to get laid.

Mia giggled at that. "You can do that, my Big Bad Wolf." Her lips moved against mine as she spoke. "It's a good thing you brought your hardware." She gave my dick a squeeze. "I unfortunately seem to have a slight situation with my software."

"Yeah? What situation?"

What are you doing?

"You see, it's turned on and I tried a self-service approach but that didn't really work. And since I know how passionate you are about customer satisfaction, I was hoping I could get some technical support from you."

The hand I had around her nape fisted her ponytail to gently tilt her head back.

Her cocky grin made what she had said even hotter.

"Since when do you speak my language?"

"I learned a few words especially for you. Do you like it?" Mia bit her lip as if I'd say no to that. Damn, none of my partners had ever bothered to learn more about what I was doing.

"God, yeah, of course I do, snowflake." I brought my hips to her body to let her feel exactly how much. I didn't back away again, but edged her back to the bed.

"I'd be happy to lend a hand if you want me to. You might have to walk me through the steps you tried."

The breath hitched in her throat as her legs bumped into the bed frame.

"But you are right. I am devoted to my customers' satisfaction. That one customer, to be exact."

"You are?" She gasped softly when I dipped my snout to her neck, nipping her once.

"Oh yes. It's my top priority and I've been wanting to escalate the situation further since you opened that ticket." I trailed tiny kisses along her jaw. "So how about we see about your customer portal's response time first?" I should have been embarrassed to be turned on by nerdy dirty talk like that, but fuck. It was the hottest.

"If I had to guess I'd say it shouldn't disappoint."

"Nothing about you could ever disappoint me," I purred in her ear.

Mia's low moan turned into a whimper when my fingers slid under the waistband of her leggings and down between her legs.

Silky wet skin awaited me, begging me to explore and caress. I slicked my fur in her arousal and turned my focus on her clit.

"My sweet snowflake," I hummed, closing my eyes so nothing distracted me from what I was feeling. I would not stray from the path leading to her climax.

With the heel of my hand now pressing against her clit, I slid two fingers inside her tight cunt. Thanks to our difference in size my digits easily reached deep inside.

"Oh my God," she moaned, resting some of her weight on me so I could hold her up.

Yep, found it.

And unbidden, a stupid meme Dante, the Arcani, a kind of battle mage, of our guild had shared in our chat a couple of days ago popped up in my head. ‘Take notes, boys,' she'd added under it with a dozen laughing emojis.

If you press the clit and her g-spot at the same time, her cunt takes a screenshot and saves you in her memory forever.

Not that I had any objections to that. How on earth was I supposed to forget this, either?

"I think this is the most responsive software I've ever worked with." Lightly kissing her neck, I redoubled my efforts to make her fall for me.

"Oh my goodness! Desmond!"

Nope, I'll never forget the way she moans my name.

"Does that feel good, snowflake?"

"Yes, oh Christ, yes." I quickly grabbed her around the waist and not a second too soon. Her knees buckled and she screamed when her orgasm hit.

I tried to keep the pressure on her g-spot up but could barely move as her cunt closed around my fingers in a vice grip. It was enough.

A small gush of liquid drenched my hand and I almost lost it.

Holy fucking shit.

I'd thought seeing her all impressed by my work was a turn on, but knowing that I made her squirt and feeling her wetness cling to my fur turned me into a headless beast.

I lifted her up and onto the bed with my arm around her, my other hand still stuck in her cunt, then wrestled her leggings and knickers down her legs.