That single action had my body burning up from the inside out. All those years ago, I realized that Elliot and I shared a kind of connection that drew us together. All I had to do was shut down my brain and let my body take over, and trust that he was still Elliot, the guy I used to know.
The professor was just the one who had been hurt all those years ago.
ELLIOT
The longer she was grinding herself against me, the faster we kissed, and the harder I became. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. My stomach had grown tight, my body becoming more and more alive until every inch was tingling with need.
It wasn’t how I planned our evening. I mean, yeah, I knew we’d end up in bed by the end of it, but I wanted to take my time getting her there. We didn’t even finish our dinner, which I had paid an arm and a leg for, but I didn’t give a shit. I only had one thing on my mind.
Tightening my hold on her hips, I held her against me as I stood and carried her to my room. I kicked the door closed behind me before moving over to the bed. I lay her down and ripped my shirt over my head as I climbed up after her.
She smirked as she glanced around my room. “You always have this many candles in here?”
I’d forgotten about littering them throughout the room. I never got around to lighting them, though, so the moment was nowhere near as romantic as it was supposed to be.
A chuckle left my lips. “No, I wanted to make tonight romantic. I was going to play some soft music,” I said, taking herankle in my hand as I worked on removing her shoe. “I thought we’d dance and get close. Then I was going to light all these candles before bringing you in here.” I tossed her shoe over my shoulder and grabbed her other ankle.
“I’m sure that would’ve been romantic.”
I paused. “Do you want me to stop and light them?”
She smiled. “I like this side of you, the romantic side, but I also like the asshole professor who spanked me with a ruler before bending me over his desk, and I miss him.”
“Are you saying you’d rather have me fuck you than make love to you?”
She grinned and sat up before me. She took my hand and placed it around her throat. “Fuck me, Professor West.”
I gently squeezed her neck as my cock throbbed and ached to be inside her. I knew she was perfect for me the moment I woke with her in my arms all those years ago…
I woke, but I didn’t open my eyes. I was still drunk, still tired. I wasn’t sure what woke me, but I didn’t care. I was in my warm bed with my girl pressed against me. I breathed her in deeply, causing her hair to tickle my nose. Her silky hair smelled good, but even in my drunken, half-asleep state, I wondered when she changed her shampoo. She usually preferred to use fruity products, but her hair suddenly smelled like vanilla, sugar, and bergamot. The smell caused my dick to twitch, and when it did, I felt her ass shift against me.
I had my arm thrown over her, so I pulled my arm back until my hand landed on her hip. I squeezed before running it down her thigh and back up. When it moved up, I slid beneath her shirt. I felt the soft skin of her stomach against my palm, and she let out the softest of sighs. That sound made my cock throb. I pushed my hand up higher beneath her shirt until her perky tit was being cupped in my palm. I felt her nipple harden, and I squeezed as I ground my cock against her ass.
That’s when my very awake body woke my dazed and confused brain. It clicked in a way that it hadn’t clicked before. The girl against me wasn’t mine. Everything about her was off. She smelled different. She felt different. She responded differently. My eyes sprang open, and in the darkness, I found myself in Evie’s bedroom.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
My mind was instantly flooded with panic. What had I done?
Nothing.
I hadn’t done anything. Not yet anyway. I mean, I was cuddled up with her and I went to second base, but I woke up before things got too far.
Better late than never.
I gently pulled my hand away from her breast and slowly rolled away. She didn’t wake or move in any way. I sat up, putting my feet on the floor. I rested my elbows on my knees and hung my head as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
I felt guilty as fuck for touching her. And on the same week her parents died, nonetheless. The guilt is what made me go from painfully hard to completely limp.
I knew I’d have to test the waters the following day, see if she remembered anything or if she slept through my assault. I told myself to calm down. It was an honest mistake. I had been drinking and sleeping with my girlfriend all week. Any guy would’ve thought the same way.
For years, I tried to deny that it even happened, until she walked into my class on the first day of the fall semester. Seeing her all grown up after all those years put things into perspective. It may have been a mistake, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t like it. I did like it. I liked the way she felt against me. I loved the way she responded to me, even in her sleep. I had always felt drawn to her. That night told me that she was drawn to me andtrusted me, whether she admitted it or not. And her request for me to play with her the way I like only solidified that fact that much more.
“Get on your knees,” I told her as I pulled her up by her throat. My mouth found hers as she shifted to her knees. I quickly unfastened my pants before pushing them over my hips. My hard cock sprang free, bouncing with excitement. I wrapped my hand around myself and began to pump from base to tip, causing a drop of precum to form. I fisted her hair with my free hand and pulled until it broke our kiss.
“Bury my cock in this beautiful throat of yours, Evelyn.” My fingertips trailed down her jaw and across her neck.
She licked her lips with a glint in her green eyes. As her mouth turned up into a flirtatious grin, she bent forward on her hands and knees and sucked me into her mouth.
