“Where are you?”
“Sitting in my limo. Watching you.”
I bit my lip, considering.
“You look cute when you bite your lip like that.”
“Let me ask Professor Worthington,” I said. I covered the phone with my hand, why, I had no idea, since there was no reason to – Noah could hear everything anyway, and besides, he was watching us.
“Noah wants to have a meeting,” I said.
“Of course,” Worthington said. “When? Where?”
“Just you,” Noah rasped into the phone.
“What?”
“Just. You. Not Worthington.”
I paused, my heart hammering in my chest. “He, um… he wants it to be with just me.” My face burned, as I realized how that sounded. Noah was making it perfectly clear that he wanted time alone with me, doing everything but coming out and saying that it had to do with something of a personal nature. Why else would he want to have a meeting with a law student?
“Go,” Professor Worthington said, seemingly unfazed. “Whatever he wants, go.”
“When?” I asked into the phone.
“Now.”
“Where?”
“Come to my limo, Charlotte.”
The line went dead.
“He wants me to go to his limo,” I said. “He wants to read over the notes I took.”
Professor Worthington nodded. “Sure,” he said. “Do whatever he wants.” I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but I thought I heard an implication in his tone, like maybe he was telling me to do whatever it took, in whatever way.
I nodded and slid my phone back into my bag.
When I got to the limo, I opened the door and slid inside.
Noah was sitting in the seat across from me.
“Hello,” he said conversationally, as if he hadn’t just been ignoring me for the past hour.
“Hi,” I said as I settled in. The limo started moving, and I frowned. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere.” He moved over, sitting next to me, then put his hand on my leg. He edged the bottom of my skirt up until it was above my knee. “You have to stop wearing these tight little skirts,” he said. “The way your ass looks in them drives me crazy.”
I looked at him and blinked. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“No, I’m not kidding you, Charlotte. Your ass is sexy as hell.” He pulled me toward him, and his lips were on my neck, tracing a line down my collarbone. His hand slid up my skirt and cupped my ass. He squeezed. “Every part of you is gorgeous.” His hand moved up my side and squeezed my breast. “That asshole in there was staring at your tits. Outfits that show your body like this should only be for me.”
“I’m wearing a skirt and a V-neck sweater,” I said, summoning my resolve and pushing him off me. “That’s hardly a sexy outfit. And you lost the right to tell me what to wear when you told me to get out of your apartment this morning.”
“I told you I had a meeting.”
“Yeah, but you were mean about it. And you barely even looked at me when we were in the police station.”
He seemed annoyed by this. “I’m moody, Charlotte. That’s something you’re going to have to deal with. And when we’re in a professional situation, I can’t make it obvious that I was just fucking you an hour earlier.”
“No, but you could at least say hello.”
“Hello,” he breathed, moving back over to me. His breath tickled my ear, sending a wave of heat radiating between my legs. He reached down and pulled my sweater off in one smooth motion. “Jesus,” he said when he saw the pink-and-black lace push-up bra I was wearing underneath. He pulled the cups down and lowered his head to my nipples, sucking on them right there in the back of the limo.
I tried to resist, but it was impossible. His mouth on me felt so good, so right. I couldn’t take it. I knew he was dangerous, but I didn’t care. The things he was doing to me were too hard to fight against, too overwhelming.
He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was thick and perfect, rock hard and standing at attention. He grabbed my hand and put it on his dick, and I stroked it while he sucked my tits. Then his mouth was on mine, kissing me, his tongue exploring mine.
After a moment, he grabbed me around the waist and pushed me down onto the floor of the limo, my knees brushing against the rough carpeted floor. He took my chin in his hand and tipped it up so I was looking at him, then rubbed the head of his cock over my lips.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
I did as I was told, and he slid the head of his cock past my lips.
“Good girl,” he said as I started sucking. He put his hand on the back of my head, guiding me down as I blew him.
I loved the way he felt in my mouth, and I slipped my hand around his shaft, stroking him as I sucked.
“God, Charlotte,” he groaned. “Good girl. Suck it harder, baby.” The way he was talking was turning me on. I could feel my panties were already soaked. “Look at me,” he demanded, and I gazed up at him, our eyes locking on each other while I moved up and down on his cock.
Finally, he pulled me back up onto the seat. “Get on your hands and knees,” he growled.
I did as I was told, sticking my ass up in the air, not even caring that we were in the back of a limo, that he was taking me right here.
He ripped my panties off and tossed them onto the floor, then took his dick in his hand and rubbed it over my slit. “Jesus, Charlotte, that little pussy is just begging to be fucked.” And then he slid right inside of me.
I cried out in pleasure, already ready to come from that first stroke. But he leaned his body over me and grabbed my hair, pulled my head back until his lips were against my ear. “Don’t come yet, baby,” he rasped. “Not until I say.”
I whimpered, hoping he would pull back on the pressure, but he didn’t. He kept fucking me, faster and deeper, his balls hitting my ass.
“I’m going to blow a nice big load in you, do you want that, baby?” he demanded.
“Yes,” I groaned.
“When you feel me shoot inside of you, I want you to come, do you understand me, Charlotte?”
“Yes.” He hand was still on my hair, and he pulled back and slapped my ass nice and hard.
I yelled out in pain and surprise, but my pussy got wetter.
“Come for me, Charlotte,” he commanded. “Come on my dick, baby.” I did as I was told, a second later feeling the first shot of his seed filling up my pussy. He kept pistoning in and out, in and out, until I’d gotten every last drop of his come.
He slid out of my slowly and collapsed onto the seat across from me.
I sat up and pulled my skirt down, then searched the limo floor for my panties.
Noah buttoned his pants and looked at me through hooded eyes. “You really shouldn’t be wearing such revealing outfits, Charlotte,” he admonished. “You’ll get all kinds of attention that might lead to bad things.”
“I’ll take my chances,” I said. I was still out of breath, still exhilarated by the fact that he’d called me into his limo and fucked me. It meant he still wanted me, and even though it was wrong, I liked it.
Noah reached over and pushed a button on the console in the arm rest next to him.