Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Not Thomas.
And damn, his subtle dominant side turned me inside out.
“Check, please.” Those two words spoken in a serious “do not fuck this up” voice would have turned me to mush if I hadn’t been so churned up that my cover was blown.
The note of steel in his voice came from someplace real. Thomas was no pushover. I could imagine him standing at a podium in front of dozens of students, lecturing about biology or astrophysics with a passionate fervor as his watchful gaze swept the room, looking for inattentive miscreants. God, I’d pass notes and cause mayhem just to get called out by him.
“Mr. Burns, please stay after class.”
I’d stay and he’d give me an “I’m disappointed with your behavior” speech while I squirmed in my seat, hoping he’d get to the good part before I came in my jeans. By good part I mean, bend my bare ass over his desk to spank me and fuck me and show me who was boss. My professor was stern and solid and—oops, he was talking.
“Come here.”
I obeyed. I set my hand on his chest and traced the row of buttons on his oxford shirt. Then I grabbed his collar with both hands and crashed my mouth over his.
Thomas immediately took over. He pushed me against the wall and tongue-fucked me like a pro, sucking, licking, and nipping at my lips till I could barely stand. I whimpered…an honest-to-God needy, begging plea that should have embarrassed the hell out of me. I didn’t care. I flung my arms over his shoulders and plastered myself all over him. I wanted to feel him over me, on top of me, inside of me.
But making out was nice too. We were damn good at this.
He bit my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and kissing it better. I unbuttoned his shirt and flattened my palms over his pecs, teasing his nipples. I dragged my nails across the sensitive nubs, loving his hum of pleasure.
“You like that?” I murmured.
He growled something that sounded like a yes, so I did it again, pulling his shirt free and sucking his tongue with abandon while I gyrated wantonly in a quest for friction. And boom…there it was—the sweet feel of his rock-hard cock pulsating against mine. Even through jeans and khakis, it was fucking magic. A happy shockwave swept through my body, turning me into an insta-ho.
I grabbed his ass, humping and gyrating as I practically devoured him with hungry kisses. Thomas was right there with me. He tugged my hair as he glided his tongue alongside mine. And his hips never stopped moving. Every thrust, push and pull came with a zing of electricity.
“I want you.”
“Have me.” I clawed his back, and purred, “Fuck me. Please.”
He pulled away slightly, lowering his hand over the obscene bulge in my jeans, stroking me through the denim barrier with just the right amount of pressure. Damn, I couldn’t believe I’d ever thought he might be inexperienced. Thomas definitely knew what he was doing. He surrounded me in the best ways possible with hungry kisses and passionate touches. But he still had far too many clothes on.
I fumbled with our belt buckles and zippers, freeing us both before I passed out. I gripped our cocks, loving the feel of his thick girth. He nuzzled my neck and moaned and gave me room to maneuver while he alternately licked my earlobe and whispered sweet nothings, like “so good, so good,” over and over.
I let go to push his khakis farther out of the way and gave in to the impulse to be on my knees. I didn’t waste any time. I held his base and pumped his shaft a few times, doing my best impression of a Hoover. I jacked myself as I sucked, like I had in the dressing room. I had a fleeting thought that I belonged here, worshiping him like this, but he pushed my forehead and joined me on the floor, knocking us sideways and rolling on top of me, jutting his hips as he pinned my arms above my head.
“You feel so good,” he rasped, sliding his cock over mine till I saw stars.
“Yes, yes. But we have to…you have to fuck me. Now.”
I didn’t think he’d heard me at first. He didn’t stop moving until I begged again—a never-ending, “please, please, please.”
Thomas braced himself above me on his free hand, panting as if he’d run a mile. His hair was mussed and his new glasses were askew, but he looked utterly magnificent.
He bent to bite my chin and stick his tongue down my throat one more time before hopping to his feet. He extended his hand and helped me up.
“Where’s your room?”
I laced my fingers with his and led the way. I hadn’t made my bed that morning, which would have embarrassed me any other day I found myself entertaining a gentleman caller in my boudoir. Tonight I was more concerned about getting naked. Fast.