Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"Words, Noelle. I want to hear it."
"Yes," I whisper. "I loved it."
"Good. Because we're not done yet."
Before I can even think about what he said, his mouth is on me again, licking, sucking, and tasting. He spreads me wide open, and then his tongue is pressing into me, thrusting inside, and his lips close over the sensitive nub of my clit.
"Oh, God." My fingers dig into the blankets beneath me.
He sucks gently, and the pressure begins to build once more. He's relentless, his mouth and tongue driving me crazy, and soon I'm falling apart again, gasping and trembling, my orgasm rolling through me.
"Good girl." Nathan's voice is a low growl, and I shiver, watching him as he climbs up onto the bed. I expect, for a moment, that he's going to try to wring even more pleasure out of my body, and I'm afraid that I can't take anymore. My head is still swimming, and my legs are shaking hard.
To my surprise, he curls himself around me, almost falling off the twin-sized bed but making sure I'm tucked in safely against his body. I'm still dressed from the waist up, but he strokes every inch of me anyway, clothed or not, as the aftershocks of it all ripple through me.
"That was amazing," I whisper, and he chuckles, the rumble vibrating through him and into me.
"You're amazing, baby girl." His lips press a soft kiss to my temple, and a yawn creeps up on me. "Tired?"
"Mhm."
"Get some rest, Noelle. You've had a busy day."
"Will you stay with me?"
"As long as you want," he answers, and my heart swells.
"I wish you didn't have to leave tomorrow," I confess, and his arms tighten around me.
"Me too."
We lie there together in silence, and soon the steady rise and fall of his chest lulls me to sleep.
It's still dark when I wake up, the light of the moon coming in through the window and casting a glow over the room. For a moment, I think the events of last night were a dream, and when I feel the bed dip and someone's arm tighten around my waist, it all comes rushing back.
I don't say anything as he climbs out of the bed, gathering the few things he brought with him and slowly slipping out of the door and into the hallway. He has no idea that I'm awake, and shock hits me so hard that tears fill my eyes seeing him go. Why did he just leave like that?
I hear a quiet click as the door to the dorm room shuts, and then my tears spill over. I know I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. I know I should have known better than to expect more than just a hookup, but it's all too real now.
No man like Nathan—successful, older, and attractive—would really want a 19-year-old student that he could get in a shit load of trouble for just being seen with. I wonder if he still thinks I'll let him fuck me after he leaves me like this in the middle of the night. How can one man make me feel so good and then, just hours later, so miserable?
I wrap my arms around myself and try to go back to sleep. It's impossible, though, and I end up staring at the ceiling for a long, long time.
Just a few more days of class, and only one more where I have to see Nathan. And then, I can put this all in the past and pretend it didn't happen.
As if I could forget all the things he just made me feel, all the things he did to my body.
5
NATHAN
Leaving her felt like cutting off my own arm. Well, the lack of circulation from that tiny ass bed already made it feel like I was cutting off my own arm, but...leaving Noelle was torture.
I know how she's going to feel when she wakes up and I'm not there. I didn't even get her fucking number, but I certainly had time to bury my face between her legs until she came not once but twice. This girl has my priorities all over the place. Damn.
But there were a million reasons I couldn't stay, not the least of which I could hear movement in the hallway and from the other dormitories as we lay asleep. It's the week before break, and those who are still on campus are no doubt partying more than usual while they finish up their finals.
As much as I keep telling myself that I don't give a damn about losing this temporary position and the chance to come back and teach later if I so desire, getting caught still has plenty of repercussions. The cold fact of the matter is that I do care—maybe not so much about my own reputation, which would be difficult to fix if I was caught fucking a student, but Noelle's reputation, and the reputation of Dr. Gray, who trusted me to take care of his class while he was away.