I obeyed. 

The metal was cold through my jeans. He moved between my legs, spreading them wide with his hips. His hands rested on my thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles.

He leaned in and kissed me.

It wasn’t rushed. His lips were soft at first, then deeper, claiming. His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me, owning me. 

I moaned quietly. My hands came up to grip his uniform shirt. He smelled like clean soap and something warm and masculine.

When he pulled back, his voice was low. “You’re so fucking pretty. Been thinking about this mouth since the first time you walked in here.”

He started undressing me. Slow....