Page 11 of Stolen Moments

“We keep it professional in public. I’m still your TA. You’re still my anatomy subject.”

“I can do that.”

“And if either of us wants to stop, we stop. No questions, no hard feelings.”

“Deal.” He kisses me again, softer this time. “Any other rules, Sharma?”

“Yes. Stop calling me Sharma when we’re alone.”

“What should I call you?”

“Priya. My name is Priya.”

“Priya,” he says, like he’s tasting it. “I like it.”

“Good. Now kiss me again before I remember all the reasons this is a bad idea.”

He does, and for the first time in my life, I let myself stop thinking and just feel.

He pulls me closer, one hand sliding to the small of my back as the kiss deepens. This time there’s no hesitation, his mouth is warm, insistent, and I melt into it, my fingers threading through his hair. The taste of him is addictive, a little mint and pure male heat.

We stumble backward until my shoulders hit the wall of my small apartment. His body presses against mine, solid and eager, and I can already feel how hard he is through his jeans. A low sound escapes his throat when I rock my hips forward, teasing him.

“Priya…” he murmurs against my lips, like my name is something sacred. His hands slide under my blouse, palms hot against my skin as he pushes the fabric up. I lift my arms and let him tug it off, my bra following a second later. The cool air hits my breasts, nipples tightening instantly. He groans at the sight, cupping them reverently before leaning down to take one into his mouth.

I gasp, arching into him as his tongue swirls around the sensitive peak. My hands fumble with his shirt buttons until I give up and yank it open, buttons scattering. His chest is firm, warm skin over lean muscle, the kind I’ve stared at too many times during dissections and demonstrations. Now I get to touch.

He drops to his knees, kissing down my stomach while his fingers work my pants open. In one smooth motion, he tugs them down along with my panties. I step out of them, suddenly bare in front of him. His eyes darken with hunger as he looks up at me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he breathes.

Then his mouth is on me.

I cry out, head falling back against the wall as his tongue parts my folds and finds my clit. He’s relentless, licking, sucking, two fingers sliding inside me and curling just right. My thighs tremble. I grip his hair tighter, hips rolling against his face as pleasure coils tight and fast in my belly.

“Don’t stop—ah—right there.”

He growls against me and doubles down. The orgasm hits hard, ripping through me in shuddering waves. I moan his name, legs nearly buckling as he keeps licking me through it.

When I finally come down, he stands, lips glossy, eyes wild. I reach for his belt, desperate now. His cock springs free, thick, hard, the tip already slick. I wrap my hand around him and stroke, loving the way he hisses through his teeth.

“Bed,” I manage.

We barely make it there. He lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me the few steps and lays me down. I pull him on top of me, kissing him deeply as I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance.

I pause, breathing ragged. “Condom?”

“In my pocket.” He grabs one fast, rolls it on, then settles between my thighs again. This time when he pushes in, it’s slow, inch by inch, stretching me open until he’s buried to the hilt. We both groan at the feeling.

“Priya… you feel so fucking good.”

He starts moving, deep, rolling thrusts that hit every perfect spot. I cling to his back, nails digging in as pleasure builds again. Our bodies slap together, sweat-slick and urgent. He kisses my neck, my breasts, my mouth, everywhere he can reach.

I wrap my legs higher around him, taking him deeper. “Harder.”

He obeys, driving into me with powerful strokes. The headboard bangs against the wall. My second orgasm crashes over me without warning, pussy clenching tight around him. He curses, hips stuttering as he follows right after, groaning my name into my neck as he comes hard.

We stay locked together, panting, hearts hammering. He presses soft kisses to my shoulder, my jaw, my lips, gentle now that the storm has passed.