Heat unfurled low in my belly. First a spark, then a steady, spiraling swell that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Everything around us blurred: the room, the bed, the activity in the hallway. All I could feel was the tension building inside me and the soft, broken sounds he made against my lips. My heartbeat thundered in my throat. His breath stuttered against my skin like he was trying so fucking hard not to lose control.
He hovered right at the brink, torn between gentleness and something desperate and consuming. It was the contrast that undid me. Every thrust made the bed sway beneath me, and the risk of anyone hearing only made the pleasure pulse harder through my body.
“Fuck, Professor…”
“Hmm?”
“Keep clenching like that, and I won’t be able to hold back.”
I tightened around him without meaning to, the shock of it making him groan into my neck, and the sound alone nearly pushed me over the edge.
And the whole time, there were footsteps outside, people knocking on doors, laughing, talking, living their lives completely unaware that inside this tiny dorm room, my world with Cam was coming alive in the best possible way.
Cam kissed me again. Quick, urgent, almost shaky. “I’m… God, I’m trying to be quiet but…”
“Cam,” I breathed, pulling him closer. “Come here. Just… come here.”
He thrust into me a few more times, and we fell apart in each other’s arms.
I pressed my mouth to his shoulder, teeth catching on his skin, swallowing every sound that tried to escape me. His hand fisted in the sheets beside my head as he buried his face in my neck, muffling the ragged stutter of his breath against my skin.
“Cam,” I whispered, a warning and a prayer all at once. “Just like that. Don’t stop.Yes…”
“Oh my God, Professor,” he breathed.
“Say it again,” I begged.
“Professor Carrington,” he said, and Icompletelyunraveled beneath him. I squirmed and tried to muffle my cries as my climax hit me like a freight train. Cam sped up, driving his cock into me with the perfect amount of speed and desperation. I grabbed a handful of his ass, squeezing him, and then his entire body shuddered and shook with release.
“Professor Carrington!”he gasped into my ear.
My title sounded so sweet on his lips as we came together.
We clung to each other like that, shaking and silent. We were a mess. A quiet, frantic, breathless mess. And somehow, in the middle of all that danger and restraint, it felt like the realest thing in the world.
When it was over, Cam wrapped his arms around me instantly, holding me tight. His heart hammered against mine as the soothing brush of his fingers brought me back down to earth.
Outside, someone slammed a door so hard the walls shook.
Cam’s gaze dragged over me, still hungry and heated. “I guess this changes things.”
“I guess so,” I said with a soft, breathy laugh.
His eyes softened, and he brought his fingers to my cheek. “It’s insane how much I want you. I shouldn’t want you this much.”
“Then we’re both in trouble,” I said, and pulled him in for another searing kiss.
36
Camden
Was this a dream come true?
Because I’d had this dream a wholebunchof times, but never expected it to actually happen.
Even now, cuddling in my bed with Professor Carrington, I was in a daze. It had all happened so fast. Someone banging on my door on a Friday, and it actually beingher. Sitting on my bed and explaining everything about Joshua Davenport to her.
And then…
