Breaking Noah

“Yes, sir,” she says, but I can’t tell if she’s being serious or mocking me. When Zara licks her lips and goose bumps appear on her arms, my question’s answered—she fucking loves it.

“I want you to stand on the couch. One leg here,” I point to my left side. “The other, place your foot on the back of the couch on this side,” I nod to the right. Without hesitation, she follows my explicit directions until her pussy is mere inches from my face. Inhaling her intoxicating scent, I rake my eyes up her body, finally meeting her desire-filled emerald pools.

“Whatever you do, don’t move. You stay right here and take what I’m going to give you. If you move, I stop. Do you understand?” With my eyes still connected with hers, she bites down on her lip and nods. “Excellent.”

Testing her resolve, I snake out my tongue, making a quick swipe between her lower lips, slowing when I reach her clit. She starts to buck her hips when I don’t move, but suddenly stills. “Good girl.”

With my hands splayed across her ass, I pull her to my face, burying myself between her thighs. I alternate among sucking, nipping, and licking, and her legs begin to quiver against my cheeks. I insert two fingers, pressing upward to stroke her walls, and Zara falls apart with my arms supporting her.

“Fuck. Don’t stop, Noah.”

Withdrawing my mouth from her wet pussy, I ease her back onto my lap and let her rest her head against my shoulder to catch her breath. “That was fucking amazing.” She sighs.

“And to think I’m not even done with you yet.”

“Shit. I don’t know if I can take it, but I’ll give it a good old college try,” she jokes.

“College, you say? Sounds good to me. There’ll be no more of this Noah stuff, Ms. Hamilton. As your professor, you should refer to me as Mr. Bain. It’s only fair to the other students,” I say, smirking.

“What?” Zara looks up at me, confused.

“Ms. Hamilton. You know the ru

les. If you’re still looking for that extra-credit assignment, I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” Swiftly, I remove her from my lap, sit her on the couch, and walk away. I stand at the sink, waiting to see if she’s going to play along. I hear her bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, and it takes a lot to contain my excitement.

“I’m ready for my assignment, Mr. Bain.” Zara doesn’t smile or act as if she’s playing a part. Worry clouds my thoughts. What if she thinks I’m serious and assumes that I’m going to alter her grades because of what we’re doing? Then she looks up at me through her lashes, her lust-filled eyes peeking out at me, and her lips turn upward. I breathe a sigh of relief.

She’s game.

“There appear to be some unwashed dishes in the sink, Ms. Hamilton. I expect those to be taken care of immediately.” Zara saunters toward me, knocks her hip against mine to scoot me out of the way, and turns on the faucet…completely naked.

“Feet shoulder length apart, Ms. Hamilton. I shouldn’t need to remind you of the correct form again,” I sternly say. My dick’s so fucking hard it’s about to break the seam of my jeans. This is so hot. I’m never going to be the same again.

Zara leans over the sink, most likely teasing me. And it works. She’s baited the hook and I’m biting. As soon as her pert ass is raised, I step behind her, placing one hand on the small of her back, forcing her to keep that position. I pop the button of my pants, and as I pull down the zipper, Zara’s intake of breath is in time with the sounds of the teeth being pulled apart.

“Do you have any reason to believe you’re not clean, Ms. Hamilton?” I ask, not wanting to go into the bedroom to retrieve a condom. I don’t want to waste another second not being inside her. I need to feel her.

She attempts to move away from me, but my hold on her tightens. “Talk to me, Zara.” I quickly break from my role, not wanting to offend her.

“Please move,” she whispers, her words catching in her throat. Her body shudders under my hand. She’s trying to withhold tears.

“Zara, please. What’s wrong?” I move away from her and zip my pants. This is the last thing I wanted. I’ve done something to hurt her.

“It’s nothing. This was a good time, Noah, but I better be getting home. Dillon will wonder where I am.” She moves past me into the living room, gathers her clothing, and steps into the bathroom, locking the door.

I wait for a few moments before I follow after her. Softly knocking, she doesn’t respond. I knock a little louder this time, and she answers. “I’m fine, Noah. Just give me a minute, okay?”

“No, it’s not all right. Please open the door. Please,” I beg. I’ve never felt this compelled to ensure someone’s feelings were intact in my life. Especially someone I don’t really know.

The door creaks open, and a tear-stricken Zara appears. She refuses to meet my eyes. “I don’t know,” she mutters, trying to snake around me, but I block her path.

“What don’t you know?”

She looks up at me with tears threatening to spill over. The urge to pull her into my arms is overwhelming, but I give her the space she was just desperately seeking.

“If I’m clean,” she whispers, burying her face in her hands, her shoulders violently shaking.

I grab her by the hand, lead her into the bedroom, and sit her on the edge of the bed. It feels wrong being in here with her so soon after breaking it off with Shannon, but the need to care for her overpowers anything else. Sitting next to her, I put my arm around her, pulling her to my side, and softly run my hand up and down her arm.