by Lara Norman
“Do you two come here a lot?” Reagan asked as they walked toward the crowded restaurant.
“Every time there’s a game or practice. I’m so hungry afterward I could eat a horse.” Luna paused as Davis opened the door for them and let the ladies go first.
Reagan smiled but didn't say anything until they’d ordered and were seated at a four-top table waiting for their number to be called. “I don't get you two.”
Davis smirked as he tried to spin the salt shaker. “Nobody does, little freshman. Least of all us.”
Luna sighed and glared at Davis. “We met our first year in one of our classes. He’s tried desperately to get me to date him ever since. I like him, we’re friends and we hang out, but I don’t want to date him. That little fact evades him constantly.”
That seemed easy enough, but Reagan wondered why Luna didn't want to date him. Maybe there was something fundamentally wrong with him. Maybe she was into girls. Maybe she was focused on her classes and didn't want to get hung up on a guy.
Davis popped up when they called their number. He’d insisted on paying for all of them, so they were all on one ticket.
“He’s too rich,” Luna murmured when he was out of earshot. “I come from nothing, and he comes from . . . everything. It’s so easy for him to do anything he wants, to buy whatever strikes his fancy. He has no idea how his money affects his everyday life, or how my lack of it affects mine.”
“So it’s awkward.” Reagan understood that more than anything else Luna had said.
“Yeah.”
Davis came back with a tray full of fries in cardboard containers and three burgers. “Mind if we combine the fries? We usually do, but I won’t if you don’t wanna,” he said to Reagan.
“Oh, okay.” She was a tiny bit of a germaphobe when it came to food and didn't want them to be touching her fries. She figured she could hoard a portion to herself and not be seen as a complete freak.
Luna leaned forward. “It’s because I eat more of them than him.”
“She packs away the food. It’s astonishing what she can eat in one sitting.” Davis wiggled his eyebrows at Luna as he spoke.
Luna giggled. “I’m active. I get hungry.”
“Yeah,” Reagan said. It made sense.
“Freshman here has a shitty roommate,” Davis announced to Luna as she squeezed ketchup out of the packets onto the paper her burger was wrapped in.
She swirled a fry into it, shoved it in her mouth, and then picked up her burger. “Let me guess, you want to fix it for her.” She bit into her hamburger after that statement. It was clear that she knew Davis well enough to know he was going to make that attempt.
“Yeah, why not? She can stay with me; unless she’s shy.”
“Um, we have checks by the RA to make sure we’re in our rooms.” Reagan thought this was an obvious point since he was friends with an RA.
“Yeah, but I can make a deal with them. It depends on their morals and their willingness to be bribed.”
“Okay, no.” Reagan took a sip of her drink and looked right at Davis so he would understand that she was serious. “No bribing. No bending or breaking the rules. I’m not okay with that.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
“You can hang out with us until curfew,” Luna offered. “Davis lives off-campus, and I spend a lot of time at his place.”
Of course he did. “Maybe.” Reagan thought about the benefits of that. Not facing Lydia except at bedtime and first thing in the morning would probably make a huge difference in her stress level. “Okay, yeah. But I’m not interested in being alone with you, Davis. I don't care if Luna is your soulmate”—she used air quotes—“I don't need rumors to spread about me.”
“You’re a goody-two-shoes, aren't you?” He didn't sound utterly disgusted like she half-expected, just resigned.
“Yep. My brother, Grant, is my guardian, and he works really hard to support me. I won't make his life harder.”
“Okay. I can live with that.” Davis lifted a fry in her direction. “No ditching school either, then, huh?” He popped the fry into his mouth and flashed a grin.
Reagan rolled her eyes. “Some of us are here to get an education.”
“Ouch. Little freshman has a bite.”
“Leave her alone,” Luna interjected. “You know how I feel about actually studying and not slacking off the way you do. Learn where the line is and stop barreling across it.”
He sat back in his seat, all traces of smugness gone. “I was joking, Luna.” He turned to Reagan. “I hope you aren't offended. I was kidding.”
“I’m not offended, it’s just that . . . I don't understand someone that doesn't have to work to live. I can't wrap my brain around fooling around and not taking college seriously. There’s nothing waiting for me back home but a tiny two-bedroom apartment and my loving big brother. I refuse to make him support me for the rest of our lives. Not to mention the fact that I actually want a job in the field I’m studying.”
“I’m sorry, Davis, but I’m with her on this. You know I am.” Luna crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down.
“All righty. Sorry to have opened my big mouth. I get it, I’m the poor little rich kid.”
“Don't start, Davis. We just met Reagan, let’s not run her off so soon.”
“It’s fine. Really.” Reagan felt like they’d gotten off track, and she wanted to get back on it. “I’m studying for a degree in education, Luna, what about you?”
“Education as well. I’m aiming toward teaching middle grades. I’m hoping to get an internship this year, and I even have an interview on Wednesday.”
“That’s great,” Reagan said enthusiastically. She was really enjoying Luna’s company.
“Maybe we can study together. I mean, I know you have to knock out your pre-reqs first, but I’ve been through it already and could give you a hand if you need it. Or we can just keep each other company while we do homework.”
“That would be awesome. I’m usually terrible at making friends, so I appreciate the offer to keep me around.”
“We need fresh meat,” Davis said with a gleam in his eye.
Reagan frowned, though she knew he was kidding. She wasn’t as comfortable with his humor as Luna appeared to be. “If you say so.”
“At the very least, you can hang out with people who aren’t your awful roommate, and at the most, you’ve found yourself two new friends.”
Reagan gave Davis a genuine smile for possibly the first time. “That sounds amazing.”
Chapter Five
The weekend was over entirely too fast. Another Monday and another chance to embarrass herself in front of Professor Clark. No matter how much she wanted to call him Hudson, she tried her best to remember to refer to him as only Professor Clark. It helped her gain perspective about their situation, though she had to admit that she was failing miserably at forgetting about him. She dreamed about him nightly, her inexperienced mind repeatedly picturing all the things he’d done to her. She had no privacy to even touch herself, her roommate being an obnoxious brat with sensitive hearing. Reagan was afraid to even give it a try while Lydia was asleep. The mortification of being caught masturbating would be enough to ruin her life forever. More than she’d already ruined it, she should say.
She made a concentrated effort to ignore him when she was in his class. Language arts had always been easy for her and she didn't need to ask questions. She took studious notes, and so far, she’d already read everything before it was assigned to her. She turned her homework in the second she walked in the door, extremely grateful for the basket on the table by the door that was specifically for turning in work. She wondered more than once if he’d used that in the past or if it was a new thing to help him avoid her.
Then there was what she had come to refer to as the incident. It was the Wednesday after she met Davis and Luna, and she was hurrying down the hall between her classes when she ran into him. There was a throng of students pushing thei
r way through to get where they were going so it wasn't as if Reagan was the only girl in the hallway. It was just that fate enjoyed playing cruel jokes on Reagan, clearly. Hudson was coming around the corner with a full mug of coffee in his hand—suicide for a professor in a busy college, honestly—and he barreled straight into Reagan.
“Oof!” she grunted, followed by, “Ow, ow, ow.” His scalding hot coffee was now covering her entire chest and a little bit further down her short, jersey-knit dress.
“Why didn’t you watch where you were going?” he nearly shouted at her. Of all the people he could plow into, it just figured it was Reagan freaking Hughes.
She stared at him in astonishment. “You mean like straight ahead down the hall where I’m heading?”
Her eyes were narrowed and on fire as she squared off with him. Hudson wanted her more than anything. “You’re wet,” he said, crude images bombarding his mind at that statement.
“Yeah, well, who made me that way?” Reagan murmured.
Hudson realized he was in the middle of a dire situation. Reagan was causing him to become turned on in the middle of the packed hallway where anyone could see his erection behind the seam of his zipper placket. “Come with me, Miss Hughes.”
He turned abruptly and walked off, and Reagan struggled to keep up with him. She knew without asking that they were going to his office. When he ushered her inside and locked the door behind himself, she dropped her bag on the floor and faced him in a sopping wet dress and denim jacket.
“What are you doing to me?” he cried as he strode the short distance to where she stood across the room and pulled her jacket off her shoulders. He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her, burning from the heat of her mouth pressed against his own. She was so short, so young, so everything he didn't need. But he wanted her so badly he couldn't see straight. His cock was straining against his trousers, hard as steel just being in her presence. He’d struggled with seeing her several days a week and knowing they couldn't be together.
Their wet clothes smashed together in an uncomfortable way, causing him to take a step back. “I don't know what to do to help you clean up.”
“I can’t do anything but go back to my dorm and change.” She glanced at the clock over his head. “I’m already late for class.”
“I didn't mean to run into you. I was daydreaming and I should have known better than to even be in the hall between classes. Forgive me, for that and for the kiss. It was inappropriate.”
“I haven't got the words for how inappropriate I want to be with you, Hudson.”
He groaned. “You can't say things like that to me.”
She took a step closer. “I can see how turned on you are. I can see your huge cock begging for me to take it out of your pants. I know you would love a blowjob, wouldn't you, Professor?” She didn't even know where she got the courage to speak to him in such a manner, but she was almost positive she had an inner whore that had been awakened by having sex with him the first time.
“Good God.” He closed his eyes and tried to remind himself exactly why he wasn't allowed to take her up on that offer. When he opened his eyes, she was right in front of him.
“Come on, Hudson. You and I both know our attraction for each other isn’t dimming. If anything, it’s getting stronger. I can’t think of anything but riding your big, thick cock.” She fondled her breasts while Hudson tried to subdue his lust at her words. He failed spectacularly. “I dream of you every night. I can’t even touch myself to cure the ache you left me with because I’m never alone.”
“Fuck.”
She was right there, right there, and he didn't want to hold back. Not this time, not right now. He would undoubtedly regret his decision, but for once he didn’t give a fuck.
“Tell me how you want it, Reagan. Say the words.”
“At this point, I don't care. I just need you to fuck me until I don't ache anymore.”
He ran his hand through his hair before backing her up to his desk. He didn't have a solid plan in mind, but he started by running his hand up under her dress. She parted her legs to allow him to reach her dripping pussy. They both groaned as he came into contact with her heated flesh. She gripped his arms while he leaned down to capture her lips again, immediately snaking his tongue into her mouth. She was so responsive, so talkative. He didn't know how much longer he could hold himself in check before he turned into an animal that rutted into her with no regard for her needs.
Reagan bit her lip as she came hard. It was everything she’d been wanting and missing since that night with him. Lust was a new experience for her, but she couldn't imagine that it was like that for every person, every time. There was no way she’d ever feel the same way for another man. With trembling legs she peeled her dress over her head and stood before him in a damp bra and a ruined thong.
“Son of a bitch, Reagan. Turn around and let me see that ass.”
His moan was loud and long as she did what he asked. Her body was so beautiful, so curvy and just right. He couldn't decide if he should rub her ass or if he should pull out his dick. His dick won out, but only because he needed to run it over her ass and then he could touch her all he wanted. He pushed her shoulders forward and she braced against the bookshelf in front of her. Reagan heard his zipper go down and felt him hard and wet at the tip as he stroked himself and rubbed his thick cock over her skin. Her instincts told her to be careful not to be loud, but it was so hard not to cry out at all of the sensations building inside her. One orgasm wasn't enough. She needed him inside her, moving in and out and filling her up.
“Jesus, Hudson, please. I need you inside me so badly.”
“I know you do, baby. You need this cock inside your wet pussy, don’t you?”
She was going to die if he didn't fuck her, that was all there was to it.
He finally stopped rubbing himself over her ass and parted her cheeks to stroke down. At almost the last minute, he remembered to pull out his wallet and fish out a condom. He wanted to feel her bare and without anything between them, but he also knew this would have to be the last time. There was no point asking her to go on birth control for him when he couldn't be with her again after this.
“Are you ready, Reagan?” he asked as he finished putting the condom on and moved back to her. She was bent over at the waist, and he actually thought she looked uncomfortable. “If you don’t want it this way, we can try something else.”
She huffed out a huge breath. “If you don’t get over here and fuck me right now, exactly like this, I’m going to walk out of this room and leave you high and dry!”
He chuckled at her vehemence. “All right, sex kitten. Calm down.”
In all honesty, he wanted her from behind. He loved her ass and wanted to spank her like he’d done before. He didn't waste very much time, just ran his hands over her one more time before spreading her out so he could see everything and then pushed inside her.
“Oh, my fucking god,” she whimpered. She couldn't believe it was actually better than their last time.
“Oh, Reagan.” He kept his voice lowered as he pulled back and pushed into her again. She was clearly clamping her mouth shut, if the sounds she was repressing were any indication. It was too bad; he’d love to hear her good and loud, shouting his name. “Yes, baby, move with me.” He encouraged her to meet his thrusts with backward movements of her own. She pushed on the shelf every time he came forward until they had a strong and fast rhythm going. He was going to make her come again, there was no doubt about that, but Reagan wanted to see how it would feel if she touched herself while he was inside her. She had no idea it would send sparks of fire and lightning down to her toes. Her muffled cries grew and her fingers moved faster against her clit. He spanked her lightly, aware of how loud it would be if he did it too hard. His pounding into her was already the loudest thing in the room, and she briefly worried the professor in the next office over would be able to hear it.
She couldn't help the strangled moan that worked
its way up her throat and out of her mouth. She came harder than all the times previously in her entire life, her knees buckling and her legs clamping down on her fingers. She couldn't catch her breath for a second, and she realized she’d forced him out of her body.
“Come here.”
It was a demand, not a request, but she wasn't about to complain. Hudson sat in his desk chair, his pants still up but his cock free and shiny from her juices. She looked at the condom and wished for the fourth time that he didn't have to use one. Reagan leaned over his seated form, sweating and feeling wonderful, and unbuttoned his wet shirt. She pulled his tie loose and tossed it over his shoulder as she straddled him, holding the armrest to steady herself as she slipped one foot at a time on either side of him in the holes between the seat and the arms of the chair. She realized that she could control things with that position. She sank down slowly, aware that she’d come twice and was basically done but that he was still holding onto his sanity by a thread. She kissed him, her bra barely holding in her large breasts, and linked her hands behind his head. She lifted, using a combination of her thigh muscles and her feet to push off the floor she could barely reach. Hudson reached over the side of the chair and used the pedal to drop the seat as low as it would go. Suddenly, she could reach the floor better, and she set a fast up and down pace that caused her tits to bounce in his face.
There was no way he was going to last. She was fucking glorious, and he’d wanted her for too long. He grabbed onto her ass and held her down as he came in hot spurts that she could feel through the condom. She rested her head against his shoulder, shifting a bit to kiss his neck.
“This can’t happen again.”
She picked her head up and frowned. “I realize it’s against the rules, but if we—”
“No.”
Surprised by the venom that had seeped into his voice so soon after fucking her, she realized that she’d played right into his hands. He wanted her body, but he didn't want her.