“Take it off,” he whispers, tugging at my T-shirt. I slip it over my head and discard it on the floor as he reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, that, too, joining the fast-growing heap of clothing in front of his desk.
Nudging my legs apart, he stands between them, grabbing my hips and pulling me flush against him. I can feel his erection against my thigh as I unbuckle his jeans and fumble with his zipper.
“Fuck,” he curses.
His head tilts back as my hand closes around his shaft; he groans as I slide my grip up and down his length. I hate admitting it, but I’m so fucking aroused right now. Sex with Dillon is nothing like this.
He pushes me back onto the desk and forces my legs farther apart. My skirt rides up my thighs as his fingers loop around the band of my lace thong. I groan as he slides it over my hips.
I’m expecting us to repeat the scene from the night before, but he kisses his way down my chest and stomach, stopping only when he reaches my pelvis. Situating himself on his knees, he stares at my pussy for a few moments before his eyes travel back up my naked body to meet my gaze. His lips turn up in a seductive smirk just before he buries his face between my thighs.
When his tongue hits my core for the first time, it’s like a bolt of lightning travels through my body. My back arches, my thighs try to clench together, and all my nerve endings start humming with pleasure. I raise my legs, planting my feet firmly on the edge of the desk, baring myself to Noah…begging for him to continue. He obliges, giving me everything I didn’t know I wanted, everything I needed.
I’ve participated in this kind of activity before, but nothing has ever felt this wonderful. Dillon is always so quick to get to sex, he often forgets the simple pleasure of foreplay. Noah doesn’t.
Holding myself up with my elbows, I watch him intently. With his mouth covering my core, he inserts a finger inside of me and the other hand palms his cock, stroking in time with the laps of his tongue. I try to hold back and enjoy every second of this, but my body has other plans. When he curls his finger upward, my release crashes over me, holding me under until I can barely catch my breath.
After he removes himself from my body, I fall backward in a daze. I’ve never experienced anything like that and I’m not sure I ever will again. I just want to relish this moment, but Noah has other plans.
“Stand up,” he orders. I slide my ass off the desk. He maneuvers me so he is leaning against the desk and I’m in front of him. “On your knees,” he whispers. There is a roughness to his voice that I’ve never heard until now. “You want me to treat you like a whore, then that’s what I’ll do.”
I narrow my eyes but retreat to my knees, taking his cock in my hands. I rub it between my breasts and he groans, his body tensing.
“Do you want me to suck your cock, Mr. Bain?” I ask innocently.
“God, just do it,” he groans.
He is clutching the edge of his desk so tight his knuckles are turning white. I roll my tongue around the tip of his head, which nearly sends him over the edge. I smile as his hands lace through my hair, forming a fist as he forces more of himself inside me.
It’s like the guy has never had his cock sucked before, and I’m beginning to think it’s something he doesn’t get regularly at home—which is funny, because I heard that she had no trouble giving it to the whole football team when she went here. The crazy things you’ll hear when you make friends with the teaching assistants. You not only get dirt on the guy you’re trying to seduce, but his girlfriend and friends, too.
“Harder,” he groans, forcing his cock down my throat. I pull away and he looks down at me, shocked that I
stopped. “What?”
“Look at me,” I say, grinning, my tongue running up the side of his length. “I want you to see me when you come.” I slowly move my lips up his length, taking more and more of him in. His eyes are glued to mine and I fucking love the control I have over him right now. Taking his hand, I place it on the back of my head. He takes the hint and fists my hair, jerking me toward him.
Pain sears through my head as I struggle not to gag, but it’s worth it to be able to see him, to watch him as he’s about to explode in my mouth.
Do I let him? I’m feeling nice today.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he gasps, as his warm liquid coats the back of my throat. I swallow quickly and continue to suck. His back arches as he releases again, this time his eyes closing. “God, stop,” he begs, trying to push me away. I stand up and wipe my mouth, grinning, as he rests with one hand on the desk, the other hanging loosely beside him. He’s still exposed, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He looks well and truly fucked.
Situating my skirt, I pick up my bra and panties, stuffing them into my purse, and slide my shirt over my head. I toss the leggings in my purse along with everything else, letting him know I’ll be bare for him on the ride back. I follow his gaze to my nipples, which are very obviously hard through the thin, white cotton material, and smirk at him. He flushes and looks away.
Looping my hand around my hair, I fling it out from inside my shirt and strut over to the door. I’m already so late for work, but it was worth it for this. There’s no going back now, and I think we both know it.
With my hand on the door, I smirk and turn back to him.
“You might want to lock this next time, Mr. B.”
Chapter 18
Noah
How could I be so fucking stupid? Not locking the door? Christ, I don’t even know what to say anymore. I’ve completely lost my mind. Let’s not even talk about what I just did with Zara. And not just any old regular sexual experience…the best damn head of my entire life.
Just now, the thought of Shannon enters my mind, but she’s quickly dismissed. I know exactly what I have to do. She deserves more than what I’m able to give her.