I lean against the wall, folding my arms over my chest to cover the rapid beat of my heart. “And how was your first taste in years?”
Her eyes widen in surprise, and her skin blushes an arousing beet red. “You really want to talk about it?”
“That’s what we do, fuck and talk about it.” I offer her a cheeky grin. “Except this time, you’re doing the fucking.”
“I didn’t fuck him.”
My traitorous heartbeat picks up speed. “Why not?”
“I…” She hesitates. “I couldn’t do that to you… without you.”
Without me… Does that mean she would fuck the professor with me? My heart races at full speed now, my cock so hard I’m about to ejaculate into my jeans.
“I have something else to tell you.” Her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks as she blows out a steadying breath. “I hate green gummy bears.”
“I know.”
She looks at me, nervous, but a steely determination sparks in her eyes. “I wanted the red gummy bear, but I was too scared to admit it.”
Air slides into my throat, thick like honey, filling my lungs to bursting. I already know what she will say, but I need to hear her admit it.
“I want you, Olly.” Her eyes widen like she’s shocked at what she just said. “I know we said one time and that we’re just friends, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t want to lose you, but I just… I want you.”
Warmth trickles through my veins, leaving me feeling light and relieved. I cup her cheeks with both hands and push my fingers into her hair. “You are not going to lose me.”
I tug her hair, forcing her to look at me, her lips barely an inch away, waiting for mine. “I want you too.”
Our lips crash together, her tongue hot and greedy, tasting like Lacey and my favorite salty cream that makes my cock leak.
I back her up to the hallway wall, holding her flush against it with my hips.
She pulls her mouth from mine, panting. “Is this crazy?”
My lips graze her chin, unable to stop touching her. “Yes.”
“Can we make it work?”
The pulse in her neck leaps as my lips brush across it. “Absolutely.”
My hands are all over her, groping, touching. I drag my palm down her hip, bunch the hem of her skirt in my fist and drag it up.
I find her bare center between her thighs. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
She moans.
I growl against her neck and drag one finger through her silky heat. “And you’re wet.”
I kiss a trail down to her breast. They should be bare too. No part of Lacey should be covered. My teeth find her nipple, pointing through her shirt, and bite. “Did sucking yourNaughty Professor’scock turn you on?”
“Oh…” Her moan is breathy and barely audible, but the sound goes straight to my dick, thickening it to an unbearable hardness.
I rock against her hip, seeking relief for the ache quickly growing beneath my zipper. “Tell me what you want, Lacey.”
“You,” she moans, hands gripping my head as I nibble on her cloth-covered tit, the fabric of her shirt now transparent, her sweet cherry tip visible.
“What else?” I push my fingers between her dripping lips. She’s so slick my fingers find her entrance easily.
Her bottom lip drops in a silent moan as she arches into my touch. “My own story.”
