Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Noah was the most fascinating person I’d ever met. He was bright and colorful yet always aware of the dark. He was friendly, but he didn’t trust easily. He was kind but careful. Less so with me.
He might not understand me, but he believed in me. And somehow, he brought out my better traits—my tenacity, my drive, my protective side. He made me feel invincible and important outside of a classroom setting.
I was greedy, though. I wanted him to need me, to want me. ’Cause I could honestly say I’d never felt this way about anyone in my life. And I knew I never would again. He was it. He was the only one for me.
Noah sliced into the chocolatey goodness. “Try this one.”
I opened my mouth, furrowing my brow when he smeared frosting on my cheek instead. “You missed.”
He burst into laughter.
“I’m sorry, Professor. Let me get that.” He braced his hands on my knees and licked the chocolate away. “All better.”
“Thanks.” I ran my finger through the frosting and painted his bottom lip. “Don’t move. That’s mine.”
Noah moaned aloud when I sucked his lip and slipped my tongue in his mouth. “Mmm. More.”
I did it again…with ice cream this time. His eyes went dark with desire. He looked so wanton and sexy. I had to have more. I set the plate on the nearby table and pulled him onto my lap.
Slow, deep kisses gave way to something hungry and needy. We made out in a frenzy, groping and grinding on the narrow window seat. I broke for air and yanked his T-shirt over his head, raking my fingernails along his spine before hooking my thumbs under the elastic of his pajama bottoms and boxer briefs. He hummed his approval, lifting his ass so I could pull the fabric down. I sucked my middle finger and traced his crease as I recaptured his mouth.
I tilted my chin to deepen the connection as I massaged his entrance. I could have easily slipped a digit inside him, but I wanted him to beg for it. I wanted him so crazy with lust that he could barely speak or sit still. I wanted to be his focus, his only focus.
So I teased him instead. I sucked his tongue as I nudged his hole, smacking his ass in warning when he tried to take over. He loved that.
I nipped his chin. “Be good, Noah.”
“No, I can’t. Fuck me. Please.”
I picked him up, carried him to his room, and dropped him onto the bed. I stripped out of my clothes in seconds flat and ordered him to do the same. Then we were at it again—skin to skin with roving hands and twisting tongues, our hard-ons pressed tight between us as we rocked against each other, Noah chanting, “fuck me, fuck me…” over and over.
It hurt not to be inside him.
“On your knees, baby,” I growled.
Noah sat up to obey and licked his lips. “You called me baby. I like that.”
I kissed him roughly. “Now.”
He scrambled onto all fours, glancing over his shoulder expectantly.
I fumbled for the lube and poured some onto my fingers, massaging it over the sensitive skin before pushing a slick digit inside. He arched and rolled his hips, begging for more. I slipped a second digit in and stroked my throbbing cock as I watched my fingers disappear. I added a third, twisting my fingers in his channel and—
“No more.” Noah pulled away and flipped onto his back, his legs open wide. “I need you now. Please.”
I rolled on a condom and lined my cock at his entrance. I hovered over him, our lips barely touching as I slid inside my lover. He groaned in protest when I pulled out again, teasing him with long, slow strokes as I ran my hands down his smooth chest and gripped him in a firm hold. And then I began to move in earnest.
I set a tandem rhythm, rocking forward on the upstroke. I’d like to report that I stayed cool and collected, but that didn’t happen. I lost control almost immediately. I caged him between my arms and thrust hard and deep, fucking him relentlessly while I murmured dirty sweet nothings I didn’t know were in my vocabulary. So tight, so hot, such a good boy, such a bad boy.
Noah loved it. He tweaked my nipples as he jacked himself, gazing up at me with his eyelids at half-mast. He was so beautiful like this. So wild and perfect. So…
“Mine,” I whispered against his lips.
“Yes.”
“Come now, Noah.”
He fell apart in an instant. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes.”
Cum jetted across his chest in thick ropes. I bent to lick it from his pecs before kissing him breathless. And I never stopped moving. My glasses fogged, my knees trembled, but my cock had a mind of its own.