He takes a step closer to me and I stand firm, not moving an inch. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Firing me up. Making me insane with wanting you in places that I can’t have you?”
“Maybe,” I whisper, then pull my hair over one shoulder, just the way he likes.
He makes a fist with his right hand, depositing it on the desk next to me. He presses down with such a force that I hear his knuckles crack. “Bolt. The. Door.”
Those three words tell me I might not make it out of this room alive. What remains to be seen is will it be in a ball of shame or could it be a sweet departure?
Tristan
There are very few things that can send my blood into a raging boil.
The newest is standing right in front of me, but it’s a boil I’ll gladly welcome, because I need her to cool me down.
“Nora,” I say again. “Bolt the door and come back to me.” I pat the desk. “Right here.”
She doesn’t utter another word, nor does she turn her back to me. She shuffles quickly back against the one thing standing in my way of total freedom. When I hear the latch hit its cradle, my body springs into a different sort of action. I’m visibly still everywhere but one key place. I refuse to let her know that until I’m ready.
She slowly makes her way back over to me and perches herself up on my desk like I’ve asked her to and crosses her legs, swinging them casually, like nothing is going on at all.
“You seem stressed,” she whispers with a grin.
“And you seem to like it very much.” I step toward her and lay my hands on her thighs then I push them apart so I can stand between them. “Continuing to mock me, Petal, is not going to garner you any sympathy where I’m concerned. Is that what you’re after? My sympathies…or did you want my ire?”
“I just want you,” she says plainly, and it’s like a flame to my fuse.
We collide together in a fury of hands, lips, tongues, and teeth.
“Why do you push me? Why do you want me to be so out of control?” I groan against her mouth.
“Because I like it when you’re crazy for me.”
I tug mercilessly on her mane. “Mission accomplished, Petal.” Several of my files go scattering to the floor. My empty tea mug flies to the far corner with a rattle before it settles on its top. I hover toward Nora as she keeps retreating back. “I need to know what lies beneath this top of yours. Show me.”
I move my hands toward her hair again, wanting to fill my fingers with the silky tresses but she moves her head away and out of my reach… so I settle for a grip on her shoulders as she pushes the low V of her top open to expose the black lace underneath.
“I like the way you look at me.” She sighs when I kiss the space between her breasts.
“Mmm…is that the only thing you like? I seem to recall quite a few things, if I’m being honest. Name them.”
What little skin I can see, I let my fingers dance across it. I lean in ever so carefully to let her core feel what her teasing with her physical being and words has done to me over the last hour.
“Oh God,” she moans and arches her body into me. “I can’t… I can’t think about that. Not anymore.”
“How do you feel? Do you feel out of control? Teased?” I push my now rock-solid cock against her again. Even through my slacks, it’s making a grand appearance.
“Yes, yes.” She tries to push closer to me but I stop her. “Please stop teasing me.”
“Tell me what you want. Use your words, Petal.”
“I told you, you asshole,” she groans, “I. Want. You.”
I roar out a laugh. That’s my Petal.
And within seconds, every fabric barrier between us is gone and on the floor beside us. I sheath myself with a condom and hold on to her hips when I thrust myself inside of her. Once connection is made, our collective sighs rattle the walls around us. As I roll my hips to tease her inside, I proceed with my verbal mischief. “Asshole? Am I still an asshole?”
Her head falls back, my hands cup over the top of her shoulders. I’m able to manipulate her body forward on a whim. In her attempts to become the temptress she is, I’m now in control of this room, our movements, everything. Maybe that was the intent.
“No…no.”
“Your words are now very short and sweet. Shouldn’t they be dirty?”
“You’ve… fucked… them… out… of… me.”
With a collective roar, we come in unison so intensely, I’m surprised the walls don’t shake and the windows don’t shatter.
“Christ, Petal.” I drop my torso over onto hers to catch my breath and the reality of the situation starts to set in.
I just fucked a student… in my office… in the middle of the day.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her.
Her head falls forward, her arms wrap around my heated body. “Why are you apologizing? Unless it’s because we won’t be able to do it twice, I don’t want to hear it.”
“I’ve broken so many rules with you I’ve lost track. What are you doing to me, Petal?”
“What are we doing together?” She cups my cheek in her hand. “This isn’t just you. Don’t think that way.”
I kiss her lips gently before pulling away and out of her body, taking her with me by the hand until she sits up and rights her clothing.
“I lost my temper and got overwhelmed by you. I’ve got to keep myself under control.”
She clutches her top to her chest as I pull my trousers back up and on. I’m unable to face her. What we did was wildly stupid. How I treated her was boldly inconsiderate, no matter how provoked I was.
“I feel like I should tell you that I wanted what happened here today. You didn't take advantage of me. I willingly walked into this room. I willingly sat on this desk and I happily allowed you inside of me.” She slides off the desk and walks toward me, but I still can’t look at her.
“It was irresponsible of me.”
“Of us.” She reaches around to take my face in her hands and pull it around to meet hers. “Please don’t ruin this by overthinking it.”
“I never want any experience we have together to be less than, nor have you feel as such. Just know that.” I allow myself to seek comfort in her touch. Her delicate hands are so warm and soft, just like the rest of her. “I have a feeling my next lecture will not be up to my usual standards. I’m not quite sure I can compose a coherent dissection or commentary.”
“Well, Professor, good thing your teaching assistant has a few opinions and takes copious notes, as a good assistant should.”
Chapter 17
Nora
With each week that goes by, I find my groove between student, secret teaching assistant and my private connection to Tristan. My war of the roses, so to speak, with the professor in the classroom has become an item of conversation outside the classroom. I’ve actually gained a couple of female friends because of it. I won’t tell them that our battle they saw came to a hot and heavy resolution in his office. That is my secret and I rather like it like that.
The girls and I are coming out of the coffee shop in the back corner of campus when Lucas catches my eye, sitting on a short brick wall just above a flower bed. He waves and I wave back. Both of the girls beg for an introduction. I like them so they get one. I am and always will be super protective of Luke. He charms them as I’d expect. Then he politely excuses us from the conversation by saying he needs to speak with me.