Breaking Noah

“I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, Zara. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s me. I assume Dillon is out there fucking anything with a pussy, and it really doesn’t bother me. I don’t feel for him like I used to. I know he’s not the one, but when he comes home after drinking all night and fucks me, sometimes with a condom, sometimes without, I worry. I have an appointment with the campus doc on Monday, but I don’t wanna give you something if I have it. I didn’t even think about it until you said something. I’m so sorry, Noah.”

“We don’t have to have sex, Zara.” As if I’ve electrocuted her, she jumps out of my arms and stares at me like I’ve completely lost my mind.

“Why else would you have invited me here? You wanted to get laid. I might be young, Noah, but I’m not fucking stupid.”

“I’m not sure what impression you have of me. Do I want to have sex with you? Of course I do. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re fucking perfect. Your body is out of control, your pussy is so damn tight it nearly strangles my fingers, and the way you taste, Zara, you have to know. But I enjoy your company, too. You’re smart and funny. I like talking to you.”

Apparently Zara’s never had anyone pay attention to her unless they had an ulterior motive. That’s such a shame. I could spend all night talking to her, just like I could spend hours buried deep inside of her.

“I didn’t expect that,” she says under her breath. I wait for her to continue, but she doesn’t give me any more than that. God, college boys are all the same. Unless a girl’s going to put out, she’s worthless.

“Come here.” I scoot up on the bed, resting against the headboard, wanting her to join me. She hesitantly obliges.

Once we’re situated, I start some casual conversation. We spend a few hours talking about our favorite music, movies, and books. Very much to my surprise, we have a lot in common. When I’ve run out of topics to talk about, I flip on the TV and we watch a few reruns of The Big Bang Theory until I pass out.

I only wish I could have woken up the same way I fell asleep—with Zara’s warmth around me, her head on my chest and leg draped over mine. Instead, I wake up alone. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I send her a quick text just to make sure she’s okay.

Me: Did you get home safe?

You’d think she had the phone in her hand, waiting for my message.

Zara: Yep.

Me: Call me after you wake up?

No further responses come through. I’m hoping she fell asleep, seeing as the sun isn’t even up yet, but I highly doubt it. I might have done damage that can’t be undone.

Chapter 21

Zara

“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?”

I shiver as his voice rings out through the speakers of my Mac, smirking as I watch the scene unfold on my screen—me in a very precarious position, thoroughly enjoying myself, as Noah rams his fingers inside me.

It definitely leaves nothing to the imagination.

My phone beeps, alerting me of a new message. It’s Dillon, telling me he won’t be home tonight. I snort. Like I actually give a damn. Him not coming home gives me more time to get this right. It needs to be perfect before I unleash this baby. I’m actually surprised he had the decency to message me. He never has before. Usually he just stumbles in whenever he’s done fucking the poor little slut he’s hooked up with for the night.

I play the video back over and over, editing it to make it look as bad as possible. Not that I really need to do much of anything. “As your professor, you should refer to me as Mr. Bain. It’s only fair to the other students.” I mean, come on.

The more I watch, the more convinced I am that I’m doing the right thing. Once I’m happy with the footage, I save it to a USB drive and hide it under the carpet in the corner of the spare room—a place I know Dillon will never find it.

Climbing into bed, I check my phone and see a text from Noah, asking me if I got home okay. I text back a reply, then turn off my phone. I hate the thrill that races through me when I see his name on my phone. I hate the way my body betrays me when he touches me. Dillon has never made me feel like that before….

Rolling over, I close my eyes, the image of Noah’s mouth on me playing over and over in my mind. I’ve watched that damn video so many times now I have every second of our encounter memorized.

My hand grazes my nipples, a rush of desire racing through me. I’m aroused, because if there’s one thing Noah knows how to do, it’s please a woman.

As my hand moves lower, resting between my thighs, I forget everything except the way his tongue felt when it thrust inside me. My finger slowly circles my clit as I spread my legs farther apart.

Come for me, Zara, I imagine him telling me in this moment if he were actually here.

Oh, God. Those eyes locked on mine. Watching him taste me was so fucking sexy. I’ve received oral sex many times, but not one time did it come close to making me feel the way he did.

My fingers slide in and out of my pussy as I imagine his mouth pressed against my wetness. Remembering the growl in his throat when my body would respond to his nipping at my clit, my back arches off the bed as I rub feverishly against my clit, my thighs beginning to quiver.