Violet
“Oh my god, no way! He was so nasty.”
Our conversation is casual—as casual as it can be with my pussy still sore and cum on my chest. Hazel stops mid-sentence, dropping her attention to her phone. Her eyes crease, and she excuses herself, telling us she needs to take a call.
“What’s on that pretty little mind of yours, naughty girl?” Heath takes a sip of his bourbon.
I want to bring up our situation. I know it’s not normal. Shit, it’s way far from normal. Our age gap, it’s wrong in so many ways, but the way he makes me feel, the loneliness that consumes me when I can’t see him…no matter how wrong this is, it feels right to me. But this is not the place to bring it up. “Oh, nothing, just remembering the last time we were at dinner eating pizza together.”
His smirk is too sexy. “Oh yeah, and what are you remembering?” He sets his glass down, twirling the large ice cube.
I shrug, pretending to be cool about it, but the memory has me crossing my legs. “Just how I took a chance, and it paid off.”
His laugh is so damn sexy as he throws his head back. “You took a chance. Was I a conquest to you, naughty girl?”
At this point, there’s no reason to hide. “You were. I felt something for you and couldn’t make it go away. I told myself it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. You were stuck in my head, and I couldn’t let go of whatever was growing inside me until I figured out if it was one-sided. Lucky for me, it wasn’t.” I take a sip of my Coke, watching his reaction. It may have sounded childish. Immature. He’s twice my age and has probably had a revolving door of gorgeous women at his feet.
Heath leans over, his words low and predatorial. “I would have claimed you even if you hadn’t offered yourself to me that night. It seems it was only a matter of time before we both got what we wanted.” My heart flutters and a smile breaks across my face. “Your happiness is going to get us in trouble, naughty girl. That smile is making me hard.”
I laugh into my drink as Hazel slides back into the booth, less peppy than when she left. “Everything okay, baby girl?” Heath asks, bringing his attention to his daughter.
“Yeah, it’s nothing,” she says, but her voice says otherwise. “Stupid guy problems.” She waves it off, stuffing her phone into her purse. “Anyway! You two finished? I say we take dear old dad to a college party!”
“Holy cow, this place is packed!” Hazel yells over the blaring house music. We’re back at the same party we came to a few weeks ago, and just like last time, it’s a shitshow. Loud music, drunk college kids everywhere.
“I’ll grab us some drinks. Stay put,” Hazel says as she walks off, leaving Heath and me in the center of the busy party. Ahead of us are a group of guys taking shots. Next to them, another group chugs beers and slams the cans to their foreheads. Surrounding them are scantily clad girls trying to get their attention. To the right, there’s a couple in a heated kiss, his hand fondling her ass.
“Is this what you enjoy, naughty girl? Frat parties with sloppy boys?” Heath purrs in my ear. The simple warmth of his breath has every nerve ending in my body electrified. “What are you thinking about, Violet?” His question is meant to provoke me, and it does its intended purpose. A wave of heat spreads between my thighs. My skin tingles and tiny little sparks of excitement ignite across my skin. I could lie and tell him I’m not affected. But at this point, we’re passed lies. The truth is the only option.
“I wish you were able to kiss me that way right now.”
Heath leans into me, his hand brushing against my outer thigh. To any onlookers, his touch appears innocent—two people forced to be so close due to the full house. But to us, it’s a sign of need, and to be honest, torture. The last place I want to be at is this party.
“Let’s dance.” Heath grabs my hand and pulls us onto the overcrowded dance floor. Bodies gyrate, grinding to the fast beat. We squeeze between two couples, and my cheeks flush as the girl next to us thrusts her pussy into a guy’s hand. Heath grips my chin, moving me to face him, and takes hold of my waist as he presses into me. I roll my hips against him, loving the way we mold together.
A cheeky smile creeps along my face at dancing provocatively with him so openly. Hazel will be back any minute with our drinks, and I should pull away. He should take his hands off my burning skin. Instead, I brush up against his thigh, my eyes feeling heavy, allowing the music to take control. He twists me, pulling me into him, and I bite my tongue at his cock grinding into my ass. My eyes wander back to the couple, the guy moving his hand inside her pants, rubbing, thrusting, his motions matching the rhythm of the song. Her face is flushed, her hips gyrating, her lips parted in an O.
“Is that turning you on, naughty girl? Do you wish my fingers were deep inside you?” His breath heats my already flushed cheek. I rest my head against his chest as I sway against him. I would love nothing more than to feel his fingers inside me, but it wouldn’t be enough for me. I would need his cock to stretch me wide. I cover his hands with mine, pressing my nails into his skin.
“When Hazel returns, tell her you don’t feel well. I’ll take you back to the dorms.”
My belly tightens. My nipples harden. My sex—
“Violet?”
I stiffen in Heath’s arms and jolt forward out of his grip, whipping to my right to face Jim. “Jim, hey! Uh…how are you?” I ask, my voice too shrill. He looks from me to stare down Heath, then brings his eyes back.
“Um…great. I’ve been trying to call you. You missed class today. Everything okay?”
I shake and nod and shake and nod like a damn bobblehead. “Yep. Fine. Great. Just wasn’t feeling well.” Shit, this is awkward.
“So, who’s this?” he asks, and I want to crawl into a hole and hide.
“Oh…um, yeah! This is Hazel’s dad. He’s here visiting.” Jim relaxes, an easy-going smile replacing his confused expression.
“Oh, got it! Phew, I was gonna say, he’s a bit old for you.” He reaches his hand out. “Hey, man, nice to meet you. I’m a friend of Violet’s and your daughter’s.” Heath doesn’t accept his hand, and I start to panic at the impending pissing contest.
“So! What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to break the building tension.
Jim puts his hand down, giving me his full attention. “Same as you, enjoying my Friday night. Hey, wanna go get a drink? I see you don’t have one.” He leans in closer. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Dad you’re underage.”
He barely gets his sentence out before two hands shove him into a dancing couple. “What the fuck, man?” Jim steadies himself, gaping at Heath.
I throw my hands out to stop Heath, but he’s a bulldozer. “I’m sure it’s frowned upon to hit on students, being a professor and all. Maybe a call to the school board will teach you a fucking lesson.”
“Heath…” I grab at his shoulder, but he doesn’t budge.
“Excuse me?” Jim baits him. “Pretty sure groping your daughter’s roommate is pretty frowned upon as—”