“Professor Carrington…” Cam moaned.
I ran my tongue along his swollen tip, teasing him until his head fell back against his pillow and a groan tore out of him. A raw, helpless sound that made my pussy clench with impatience.
I couldn’t wait another second.
I rose, straddling his lap, guiding him into position. My hands gripped his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense under my fingers, and I felt my own heat swell even more. His hands flew to my hips, but he didn’t push. He just held me, trembling, as I eased down onto him until he was fully inside me.
“Fuck, Professor…” he breathed, eyes squeezed shut in concentration.
I started slow. Gentle rolls of my hips, savoring the stretch, the pressure, the intimate glide of his body inside mine. My clit brushed against him with every movement, lighting sparks under my skin. His hands clutched at my waist, then slid up my back, then down again, like he didn’t know where to touch me first. Like touching me all over, all at once just… wasn’t good enough.
He felt so fucking good inside me, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out.
“Tell me what you’ve been imagining,” I begged as I rode Cam. “Tell me how you’ve been fantasizing about me in class.”
His eyes widened with lust. “You’re beautiful, Professor. Every day in class. I can barely focus on the lecture. It doesn’t matter what you wear. Skirt, jeans, a pants suit… I can never get enough.”
“If I’m such a distraction,” I purred, “how are you doing so well in my class?”
“I care about the subject. And I want to impress you.”
I sighed while riding him, grinding around in a circle so that he hit every part of my inner walls. “Consider me impressed. Especially considering what you did to Joshua Davenport.”
He bit his lip. “You weren’t mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” I asked.
“You warned me after I hacked the faculty network. You told me you wouldn’t keep my secret if I did something like that again.”
I matched my words to the pace of my rocking. “I. Can. Make. Another. Exception.”
When I began to move faster, bouncing softly, chasing the rhythm that made my breath hitch, his mouth found my breasts. Clumsy at first, then hungry, worshipful. He flicked my nipple with his tongue before pulling it fully into his mouth, and my whole body arched into him. My heartbeat slammed against my ribs, and I realized how much I had been craving this. Every wild and delicious second of it.
“You feel so good,” I moaned, unable to hold it in.
A pair of girls giggled right outside the door. His hand flew to my mouth, muffling the noise that escaped me. Cam’s eyes went dark in a way I’d never seen from him.
“Shh,” he breathed, leaning close enough that his lips brushed my ear. “You’re gonna get us caught.”
The warning only made everything hotter.
Cam slid me to the side and tried to get out of bed, but I grabbed his shoulders, dragging his attention back to me, kissing him hard. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp again. Too loud, way too loud.
He brought a finger to my lips.
“Quiet,” he whispered, voice shaking with restraint.
I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I nodded. His hand stayed where it was, holding me still, making me feel everything in silence while he stood next to the bed.
Then he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion, and for a second he just hovered there. Bare, breathing hard, eyes drinking me. When he finally touched me, it wasn’t rushed at all. The mattress dipped as he shifted, and the closeness of him—his scent, his warmth—made my pulse stutter in a way I couldn’t hide. He cupped my jaw, and the gentleness of it ruined me completely.
It feels so good to be bad.
He trailed kisses along my body like each inch of skin he found was something sacred he’d waited forever to worship. My breath tangled in my chest as he followed that path upward, covering me in warmth, in devotion, in a kind of awe that made my throat tighten.
Cam settled above me, bracing himself, and when he slid back into place, the sound that rose from me was instinctive.Vulnerable. He swallowed it with his mouth on mine, kissing me deeply.
“Shh,” he whispered against my lips.
