Bite Me...I Like It

Bite Me...I Like It Chapter 2

A/N; The picture to the side is Mr. Deppy, just a heads up ;)

I’ve always loved the smell of Mr. Deppy’s office. Every month, he’d get a different scented Febreeze air freshener and every single one he’s gotten I’ve loved. This month it was an ocean spray smell that reminded me of the beach.

“Mmm I love this one. I thought you said you couldn’t find one that smelt like water?” I said, wandering in and taking my usual seat.

His office was pretty big, with its own bathroom and even a cot in the corner for when he had a patient that needed to lie down. For the first year I came in here I had claimed that cot as my own; even carved my name into it with my pocket knife. But then I requested my own special chair.

So here I sat on my own deep purple swivel chair that spun. I love spinney chairs.

He sat a few feet across from me in a small beige carpeted desk chair that also spun. He crossed his legs in his classic counselor fashion.

“I went to Wal-Mart this time and found a whole new selection of fresheners.” He said casually.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Looks like someone jumped out of their comfort zone. You and Meijer have a fight?”

He chuckled, eyes dancing with amusement at my dry humor.

“No, it’s an open relationship.”

“Ah.”

“Now, what was going on earlier with the Stevens boy? You don’t normally associate yourself with that crowd, Robin.”

I rolled my eyes, going into the annoying tale. Like normal, he listened with an adapt ear, making the appropriate noises when needed. When I finished, he leaned back in his seat, stroking the stubble on his chin and jaw. Oh, how I’d love to run my teeth down that jaw bone…

“There is drool running down your chin, Robin.”

I blinked, knowing full well I wasn’t drooling.

“I can’t seem to help myself, Mr. Deppy.”

He scoffed, but smiled at me dryly.

“You’re unusually promiscuous, Robin. Something the matter in your oh so glamorous sex life?”

I groaned, leaning my head back and spinning the chair until I felt I may upchuck right there. Everything is wrong in my sex life!

“I haven’t gotten laid in forever! I’m dying!” I groaned dramatically.

“You’re not dying. You of all people should know how specific your type is. Does it really surprise you, you haven’t found anyone?”

I pouted.

“Well, no. But it sure as hell doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Have you spoken to your Grandma?”

I stiffened and stopped spinning, stopping to send him a glare. How could he even ask me that question?

He laughed.

“Yeah, that was probably a dumb question. Don’t you find it sort of sad that the closest person in your life for the last four years is your adult counselor?” He said raising an eyebrow.

My frown smoothed over into my trademark smirk.

“Not when it’s you, Mr. Deppy. You’re the hottest thing since sliced bread, baby.” I purred.

He stiffened, fixing me with that familiar ‘I can’t because I’m your counselor, but I totally wanna screw you into a wall’ pained look. Oh, just give me a chance…just one.

There are just so reasons why he should give me the shot. For one, he’s single so it’s not like he’d have to deal with the guilt of cheating on someone.  Second, I know for a certain he is as straight as they come.  And third, because I’ve been practically throwing myself at him for the past three or four years!

“Robin…you know I can’t.”

“But, I know you want to.”

I’ve been shot down numerous times by him, but I think… he may finally give in. The thought caused the muscles deep in my belly clench pleasurably.

“That doesn’t mean I should. It’s wrong.” He said, but it was more to himself this time.

I pushed my chair a little closer to him, never leaving his gaze.

“That’s what makes it so right. I’m eighteen, Mr. Deppy. I can think for myself. And I want you. Here and now.” I said softly, letting the words dance off my tongue.

I could see from the way he refused to meet my eyes that his shell was cracking. The great walls are tumbling underneath my seductive words. Just need to…persuade him further.

“How about just a little…taste. If it still feels wrong, then it never happened.” I said leaning back and shrugging casually.

Come on, take the bait. He didn’t say anything for some time, but his eyebrows creased together in confusion, worry, and curiosity.

“What kind of taste…?” he asked shyly.

I grinned and pushed myself closer so I was sitting inches from him.

“Just a kiss.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“I thought you said kissing was too personal for you?”

I shrugged.

I’ve never liked kissing with someone I planned on screwing then leaving. It’s just too much of an emotional symbol. And I never get emotional or personal with my toys. But for Mr. Deppy… I would get personal. The thought caused my heart to hammer in fear, but if I could, I would try for a real relationship with him. He knows everything about me, the only person who’s ever understood and listened to me…

I swallowed and leaned closer.

“For you, I’ll make an exception.” I purred, batting my long eyelashes.

“Robin… I-I don’t know…” he stuttered.

“Come on, just a little peck on the lips. Completely innocent.”

He leveled me for quite a bit. Just looking me up and down as I leaned towards him in my seat. Looking like he finally came to a decision, my heartbeat picked up as he wheeled over to his door and locked it.

Oh, fuck yes. I finally got the pole out of his tight ass!

“Just a kiss. That’s it.”

I held up my pinky as he wheeled back over to me.

“Pinky promise.” I quipped, anxious to get to business.

He wrapped his pinky with mine, leveling me with his smooth brown eyes.

As soon as he dropped his hand, I situated myself on my chair, straightening my back and putting my greedy hands in my lap. If we’re going to do this; there won’t be any mistakes. I haven’t kissed anyone besides my grandparents since middle school. It’s almost a foreign art to me by now…

He did the same, dragging his chair closer so there wasn’t a foot between us. I leaned my chin upward and closed my eyes, softly pursing my lips. I heard his sharp intake of air, causing my heart to go haywire, beating loudly in my ears. I haven’t been this damn nervous since my first school dance…

Hearing the squeak of his chair, I felt his smooth plump lips softly caress mine and felt my libido jump to life from its long sleep. Not thinking, I kissed back and took his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down softly. God, I’ve been waiting forever to do that.

“Jesus, Robin…”

And suddenly I was astride his lap, his large buff hands holding me against him from my ass and the small of my back as he devoured my mouth.

So much for a little peck…