35
Lila
One second we were sitting side by side, the next his mouth was on mine, his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap like he’d been picturing it for ages. The second his mouth claimed mine, heat sank through me so fast I nearly made a sound as his tongue teased mine with an intensity that punched low and deep.
My body responded before my brain could catch up, hips pressing instinctively against him, a mix of shock and yearning twisting me inside. I wanted him more than I could admit, and it made every nerve ending hum with a needy kind of danger. His grip on my waist tightened, anchoring me, and the low, needy sound I swallowed burned the back of my throat.
“Are you sure you want to…” he began to ask.
“Mmm hmm,” I replied instantly. “You?”
He gazed up at me looking so much like Alex, the boy I’d fallen for long ago. I knew that wasn’t a great reason to do this, that it might cause problems later, but for now all I could think about was howrightthis felt.
“I’ve wanted this since the first day of class.”
His words were music to my ears, and I crushed my lips against his in a deeper kiss. His hands wrapped around me, pulling me tighter, and I let out a soft moan.
“You gotta stay quiet for me,” he breathed. “If the guys in the hall think I’m with someone, they won’t leave until they see who it is.”
My breath stuttered. The flash of danger made everything more exciting. “I can try. But no promises.”
He kissed me harder.
I should’ve stopped him. Told him this was insane, that I was risking my career. Instead, I got lost in the warm, reckless sweetness of Camden. His breathy little moans, his hands tugging me closer, his body shaking like he couldn’t believe this was really happening in his dorm. When he leaned in, his breath skimmed the side of my neck, and the shiver that tore through me felt embarrassingly loud in the quiet room.
“I can feel you trying not to be loud,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re trembling with it.”
I felt the hard bulge of his cock between my legs, and the jolt of wanting him inside me hit so sharply I had to bite my lip to stay quiet. He wasn’t wrong. It took every ounce of willpower not to moan his name. I pushed down, grinding myself against his hard-on until his eyes fluttered closed.
“This is why I’m shaking,” I breathed onto his lips. “I want this as much as you do, and I promise I’ll be quiet.”
He lapped up my words. “Good.”
Apparently, his definition of “good” waskiss her until she forgets her own name. Because his mouth covered mine again, and the kisses were hot and sloppy. His hands slid from my waist to cup my ass through my skirt, pulling me tighter against him until I felt exactly how his cock strained in his pants. The heat ofit pressed right where I needed it, drawing a helpless roll of my hips against him.
A quiet, choked sound escaped him, and it went straight to my core.
He helped me out of my blouse, then my bra, his breath quickening the moment he realized how hard my nipples were. His eyes dragged over me in stunned, greedy awe, and for a moment he just… looked. Like he was memorizing something he never thought he’d be allowed to see.
“I’ve fantasized about this,” he breathed.
When his fingers found the zipper at the back of my skirt, he hesitated for just a second. Just long enough for me to nod. Then he fumbled it open, hands shaking with a sweetness that made my chest ache.
I stood to slip it off, and when the skirt hit the floor, his gaze darkened even more. I wasn’t wearing panties. I’d taken them off after class, intending to tease Brock about it at the bar, but I never got a chance.
Cam’s breath hitched like it physically knocked the air out of him. My pulse kicked up, a wild rhythm in my ears as his eyes locked onto the place between my legs.
Before he could do anything else, I dropped to my knees on the edge of the bed. His sweatpants and boxers came down in one eager tug, and his cock sprang free. Already so hard, flushed, and perfect. The sound he made was downright sinful, and I felt a little tendril of wicked pride in how easily I could affect him.
There’s no going back, now.
I took him into my mouth slowly at first, savoring the way he gasped, the way his thighs tensed under my palms. He may have been a dorm student, but he smelled like soap and sweet cologne.
My hands shook slightly from the thrill of finally giving in to a fantasy I didn’t realize I’d been having. Jace and Brock were older than most of my students, and lived off campus. They felt more like peers to me.
But Cam was a student, he was younger, and we werein his dorm. Other students were right outside in the hall, arguing over which party to crash.
It heightened the intensity of everything happening. It made me feel like I was a young student again, following my crush to college and finally sleeping with him the way I’d dreamed about doing since I was a teenager.
