by Malone, M.
"Yeah. I did. You were wasted. You kissed me. And I kissed you back. I stopped there, though. When I'm with someone, I want them to know they’re with me."
“Well, thanks, I guess."
He ran his hand through his hair. "Jesus, Natalie. What kind of guys have you dated where you thank someone for meeting the baseline of decency?”
“You don't want to know.”
“Shit, you’re right. I don’t. Somehow knowing that you could hear me in the shower is like the hottest thing in the world. What I do want to know is if you’re climbing walls nearly as badly as I am. Because I can't think of anything else right now. It's difficult to study. I'm fucking distracted at work."
"I'm distracting you?"
He bit his bottom lip and nodded. "Yes. How the fuck can you not know that?"
"I don't know… I just, well look at you. You can have pretty much any woman you want."
"Right now you're the woman who’s been occupying my headspace. Your fucking cardigans have been driving me batshit since I met you."
"My cardigans?"
"Yes. Sometimes when you button just the top one, I sit there praying that your tits will pop that last button. I can't seem to get you out of my head."
I shifted on my feet. "So what are we supposed to do about it?"
His hot gaze met mine, and butterflies fluttered somewhere low in my belly.
"I'm fucking tired of fighting."
As he leaned closer, I held my breath. "Trevor, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to kiss you now, Natalie. If you don't want me to, now's the time to say so."
I knew what would happen when he kissed me. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stop. That we wouldn't be able to stop. When his lips met mine, we would both be giving in to everything we’d wanted since I moved in with him. But I didn't stop him. Instead, I tipped my chin up.
"Well, if you’re going to kiss me, I suggest you make it good."
Trevor smirked. "You might as well hand me your panties now. You won’t need them when I'm done with you.”
10
All I wanted to do was touch her. Just get a small taste before I stopped. Can you stop? Can you stop what’s happening? The truth was, I didn't know. Because right now, she tasted like heaven.
We were in a public place. This could only go so far. But I’d been on edge for weeks. And I needed just a small taste.
Sliding my hands up the nape of her neck, I gently stroked her cheek as I kissed her. Why did she taste so good? There was a hint of sweetness to her lips that reminded me of the strawberries she always smelled like.
Every stroke of my tongue was met with one of hers, and sent a shiver through me. I growled low, and picked her up to get easier access. Bonus: that little move made her wrap her legs around me. Extra bonus: that also lined my cock up to her sweet center.
When Natalie rolled her hips, she slid right over my rock hard erection, making me groan. With every gasp and moan, she silently pleaded for more. And I wanted to give it to her.
The angel on my shoulder warned me of where we were. You’re in public, you can’t do this.
But the devil was riding me and telling me all the things he wanted to hear. Just give her one orgasm, then you can walk away. Then you can stop. In my lust-fogged brain, this sounded like a fantastic idea.
I dragged my lips from hers and kissed along her jaw, then nuzzled her neck. “You smell fucking incredible.” Why couldn’t I think? I needed to stop this madness, and then I would take her home and bury myself in her for the rest of the night. And probably the next morning.
But the devil won.
When I moved my hand up her thigh, my fingers met the edge of her panties, and they were soaked. Jesus. My dick throbbed and I gritted my teeth against the wave of lust. Take. Taste. Mark.
I slid my fingers under the elastic of her panties, rolling my thumb over her clit. Her whole body shook and she threw her head back.
With a low, muttered curse she planted one leg on the shelf of the opposite bookcase. She tore her lips from mine and groaned. "Oh my God, Trevor. Yes… right… there.”
I watched her face carefully as I rubbed a slow, gentle circle over her clit. Her mouth hung open as she worked her hips into my touch. Jesus, she was beautiful. I wanted more from her. Carefully, I added a finger. Slowly sliding inside her with a gentle retreat. Natalie bit her bottom lip.
“You are so soft,” I whispered, adding a second finger. Her eyes popped open and she blinked rapidly, but I didn't gentle the caress. But it wasn’t until I curved my fingers and found that bundle of nerves inside, pressing gently, that she broke apart.
I dropped my forehead to hers. “That’s it, Natalie. Give it to me.” And I stroked her inside over and over again.
"Trevor–Jesus. I'm going…" she bowed her body, and I watched in awe while her pussy clamped around my fingers. Oh, yeah. This is what I wanted to see. Natalie open and completely out of control. I fucking loved it. I wanted to make her do it again.
Gently easing my fingers from her, I brought them to my lips. She tasted incredible. “When we get back to the apartment, I want to do this properly. I’m going to make you come with nothing but my tongue.”
“I want more.” She was far from done with me, and reached for my belt buckle.
I shook my head. "Natalie. You're playing with fire."
"So only you get to tease and torture me? I don’t get to do the same to you?"
"You touch my dick, and I'm not waiting until we get home."
"Good.” Natalie slid her hands inside my jeans, and I was lost. Her delicate fingers wrapped around me, and then she pumped once. Twice. The third time, my knees buckled.
I choked out, “You think I don't want to come?"
“I want to watch you, too.” She flushed. “I’ve been picturing you in the shower.”
Where in the world had she been hiding my whole life? "I love how you think. We need to get home."
"No, we don't. You brought me up here. Are you up for an adventure, Trevor?"
Shit. Was I ever. Between her words, the need I saw in her eyes, and the way her thumb stroked over the tip of my cock and then gently stroked the underside of the tip, I couldn't wait. With shaking hands, I dug in my back pocket for my wallet and fumbled for a condom. When I found it, I tossed the wallet to the ground, and let my jeans fall off my hips slightly.
I had myself sheathed in seconds. All the while, my gaze never left hers. Through clenched teeth I asked, "You sure you want this?"
Natalie nodded. "I need it.”
I cupped her ass, lifting her until I nudged her gently, before kissing her again. I guided my cock to her slick, heated core. Oh, fuck. If I did this, she would own me. A part of me still rebelled against that, but I didn't give a fuck.
Her eyes widened with surprise, and then she locked onto my gaze again and relaxed.
The second she did that, I sank deep, and we both hissed. Shit. My eyes crossed. I was never leaving. She pulsed around me, and I swore I could stay inside Natalie forever.
She dug her nails into my shoulders, and my name was a whisper on her tongue. With each slide and retreat, my knees weakened. Natalie placed her hand above her, using one of the shelves for more leverage as I made love to her.
My gaze occasionally dipped to where we were joined, watching my cock slide in and out of her. When she arched her back, I dipped my head to draw one of her nipples into my mouth.
"Trevor. Yes. Harder. Oh, God. Oh my God."
Against her nipple I muttered. "Quiet, sweetheart, this is a library."
Her response was to tug on my hair, and I couldn’t help the soft chuckle. I loved the sounds she made, but this was risky as fuck, and we were going to get caught.
When we were home, I’d focus on her breasts. I had plans for them. I wanted to take my time licking them, kissing them, biting them, fucking them.
When I felt the quiver of her pussy around my dick, I knew she was close. I snapped my hips,
and her eyes went wide. To help her along, I worked a hand between us, and found her sensitive clit. My first touch was gentle, but then I stroked more firmly.
"That's it. Come for me. I'm already a little addicted to the sight."
My eyes crossed as her slick walls clamped around my dick and milked me. Jesus Christ. So tight. She felt so good. With three more pumps, I was coming apart, as my control fell away.
All that was left of me in the end were the shattered pieces she left. I felt stripped bare as I clutched onto her.
Another orgasm rolled through her, and she tightened around me once more. By that point, all I could do was groan as she rode out the wave.
Holy fuck. I was keeping her. I was definitely keeping her. "You, Natalie, are naughty."
She grinned at me. "That is the first time anyone has ever called me naughty."
I kissed her softly. “Why don't you go get your stuff, and I’ll walk you home so we can do this properly?"
"Yeah, I'll just –"
Somewhere down the hall we heard a voice call out, "Nat? Are you in here?”
Her face flushed crimson and she whispered. "Oh my God, Alex. He texted me that he was going to be late."
Fuck him. I eased out of her and helped her quickly readjust her clothes. "Go. Hurry. I'll wait to walk you home."
She hesitated. "Are you sure?"
Hell yeah. I was still half hard. "Yeah, I’m sure. We’re sure as shit not done.”
"I'm pretty sure my hair looks like I’ve been freshly fucked.”
I grinned. "Good. Besides, you're gorgeous to me. Now go, before your friend finds you with my dick back inside you. Because if you keep looking me like that, I'm going to fuck you again."
Her pupils dilated like she wanted me to do just that. But instead, she scooted out of the shelves and called out, "Alex, I'm down here. I’m headed down."
As her footsteps echoed further away down the hall, I took care of the condom and adjusted my clothes. When I leaned against the stacks, I let my body sag.
Holy fuck. What the hell was I doing?
11
I felt like I was floating. It was stupid to feel like everything in my life was instantly brighter and better just because of some hot sex, but there it was. I wasn’t too proud to admit that Trevor had rocked my world. My skin was tingling, and I was smiling like a fool.
Nothing could bring me down.
Until we reached the apartment and I saw my Aunt Patty waiting out front. As soon as my aunt turned around, I knew instantly that something was very, very wrong.
“Aunt Patty! What are you doing here?”
Once I got closer, I gasped. My aunt’s eyes were red and swollen.
“There you are. I’ve been calling and calling.” Aunt Patty clasped me in a tight hug and I could feel the older woman trembling. “Uncle Sidney is in the hospital. He had a heart attack.”
I covered my mouth with my hands. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry, Aunt Patty. My phone was off.” I glanced over at Trevor, sure my guilt was written all over my face. My aunt had needed me while I was getting busy with him in the university library.
“I left once they told me they had to do some more tests, just to grab a few clothes. Sidney insisted. You know how he hates for me to hover over him.” My aunt twisted her wedding ring around her finger. “I just need to go home quickly.”
“Of course, I’ll go with you.”
Trevor’s hand landed on the small of my back, and I was grateful for the connection.
He said, “I’ll drive you to pick up your things and then back to the hospital.”
Aunt Patty smiled tremulously. “You don’t have to do that, Trevor.”
“No, I want to. You shouldn’t be driving right now when you’re upset.”
Somehow, in that cajoling way of his, Trevor managed to convince Aunt Patty to allow me to pack a bag for her, so she could make calls to the rest of our family. I packed several changes of clothes, my aunt’s toiletries on the bathroom counter, and a nightgown and slippers. I could only hope I hadn’t missed anything vital. My eyes landed on the large pair of slippers next to my aunt’s bed. I closed my eyes and prayed that my Uncle Sidney would be all right. I didn’t want to think about the alternative.
“Okay, I think I got everything.”
“I’m sure it’s fine, my dear.” My aunt rested a gentle hand over mine. “Thank you for that. And thank you, Trevor, for driving. You were right. I wouldn’t have been safe driving alone.”
“Anything for you, Professor.”
Aunt Patty chuckled. “I think you’re safe calling me Patty by now.”
Trevor looked in the rearview mirror before pulling away from the curb. “Not a chance. You’re still the same intimidating, kick-ass professor I met on my first day of college.”
That made my aunt smile, and in that moment I wished I could lean over the seat and kiss him.
At the hospital, Trevor and I took seats in the waiting room, while my aunt went to check on my uncle’s status. About ten minutes later, she came back to lead us to his room. As soon as I saw my uncle sitting up in bed, looking hale and hearty, I burst instantly into tears.
“Now, what’s all this? Pat, what have you been telling our girl? Did she think I was dead or something?” Sidney asked.
“Oh, Sidney! Don’t talk like that.”
My aunt swatted him on the arm playfully, but I could tell that she was just as happy to see him looking so well. The light blue hospital gown did him no favors, and his salt and pepper hair was standing on end in all directions, but he had all the usual spunk of my favorite uncle.
I wiped my face. “I’m just being silly, of course. It just hit me that we hadn’t had a chance to have dinner yet.”
Sidney smiled in understanding. “Afraid I’d kick the bucket before you had a chance to see me again?” He held open his arms so I could hug him. “Not a chance, little missy. I plan to be around for a long time.”
“You’d better be.” My aunt’s words were soft and heartfelt. She clasped Sidney’s hand and kissed him.
I suddenly felt like I was intruding on a very private moment.
“Well, we’re going to go and give you guys some privacy. I’m so glad you’re okay, Uncle Sidney. Come on, Trevor.”
After another hug for both my uncle and my aunt, Trevor and I waved goodbye before walking out into the hallway.
Once we were a few feet away, Trevor let out a heavy sigh. “I’m so glad he’s okay. You know, Professor Washington talks about him all the time. I used to think she was a newlywed. Then I found out they’ve been married thirty years.” He shook his head.
“I know. Amazing. That’s the real deal, right there.”
His eyes locked on mine. “The real deal. I guess you know it when you feel it.”
* * *
I followed Natalie out of the hospital, unsure of what to say or do. I wasn’t used to being with a girl during such an emotional time. It was telling, actually, to look back and realize how much of my relationship with Courtney had been routine. We’d existed side by side for years, more like fellow travelers than true partners.
At the time, I didn’t know just how superficial our connection was, but after watching Natalie with her aunt and uncle, I knew better. I wanted to know everything about her, including the people she cared about. It was a startling feeling, especially since we were just getting to know each other. Such strong feelings had to be because of the intense situation we were in, right? We lived together, and she was my advisor’s niece. That was it.
Sure.
“Thank you for driving us today, Trevor. That was really nice of you.” Natalie squeezed my arm as we walked through the hospital parking lot toward my car.
The praise made me a little uncomfortable. I didn’t like getting kudos for doing the bare minimum of decency. Especially from Natalie. I wanted her to know that she could always expect me to come through for her. Even though we’d had our disagreements, and probably would again, the t
hought of her not calling me if she was ever in trouble drove me crazy.
“I was happy to do it. I’m just glad your uncle is okay.”
Natalie let out a soft sigh. “Me too. I was so afraid that we’d get to the hospital and hear bad news. I can’t imagine my Aunt Patty without Uncle Sidney. They’re two pieces of the same puzzle, or at least that’s what he always says.”
I smiled at the description. “Have you ever felt that way about anyone?”
She broke away to get in the passenger side of the car, and I found myself impatient for her answer. Was there some guy out there holding her heart hostage?
Once inside, I turned to her before I even started the car. “Well?”
She laughed. “I thought I had found that. But what I found was a guy who really liked banging one of his students. Well, a lot of his students, since I wasn’t the only one, it turns out.”
“Ouch. That sucks. I’m sorry.” I really wasn’t, because that asshole’s bad decisions had brought her to me. If I knew his name, I’d send the guy a thank you card.
“It did suck, but I moved on. I’m here, and I love my classes. What about you? Have you ever felt that way?”
I wasn’t sure how to answer the question anymore. So I went for brutal honesty. “My last girlfriend walked out on me after two years together. I was completely blindsided. I loved her. But I guess she didn’t feel the same way.”
Her sharp intake of breath was comforting.
“Well, it sounds like you’re well rid of her. Both of us are well rid of people who didn’t appreciate us. I’m done with people wasting my time. I’d rather be alone than led on and then discarded.”
“I agree.” I glanced over at her, wishing that I wasn’t driving, so I could keep my eyes on her face.
“What?” she said after a few minutes. “You keep staring.”
“Just watching your eyes get all bright when you’re in feisty mode. I like it. That’s exactly the kind of attitude that I wish my sister had.”
Natalie turned in her seat to face me. “Oh, you have a sister. I didn’t know that.”