by Mia Madison
“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he whispered almost reverently. Before I could say anything in return, he demanded, “Scoot up.”
I pulled myself higher up the mattress and he followed behind me, kneeling between my legs as he continued to run his hands everywhere except the one place I was desperate for his touch. I shivered each time he passed over sensitive spots and tried to stifle laughter when he found my ticklish ones.
I opened my eyes to find him smiling fondly down at me and it suddenly hit me that he was learning my body. Every single inch.
First with his hands, then he switched to his lips and tongue. I didn’t even try to hold back my moans and I was grateful that he didn’t live in an apartment. There was no way the neighbors wouldn’t have heard me through the walls of my place.
His tongue trailed to my navel and bypassed my pussy, going instead to my feet and working all the way up to my inner thighs. I was drenched with need by the time his nose brushed against my folds and right as I writhed with excitement, he pulled away and backed off the bed.
“Wh-What are you doing?” I asked, not able to care about the whiny note of desperation in my voice.
“Flip over,” he commanded from the foot of the bed, waiting until I obeyed before crawling back up.
I heard a rustle of fabric and twisted my neck enough to see that he had unbuttoned his shirt, letting it hang open as he leaned down to trail his tongue up my spine. While I wanted to look at him more than anything else, the kink in my neck wouldn’t let me stay in the position any longer. So I buried my face and my soft moans of pleasure into his pillow as he explored my back.
To my surprise, he skipped touching my ass. He went down to my feet and worked his way up like he had done during his exploration of my front, and by the time his large hands finally grabbed my ass and forcefully squeezed, I was pretty damn sure that there was a puddle on the sheet below me.
His fingers splayed possessively over my cheeks before curling around my hips and pulling me up until I was in the doggy-style position. I started to prop myself up on my arms so I could turn back to watch him, but I lost control of my upper body strength and fell back to the pillow when he spread my ass cheeks and licked my pussy from behind.
I screamed his name into the pillow, undulating my hips when I felt a finger slide inside without resistance. A husky chuckle from him was the only warning I got before two more fingers joined the first, stretching me with ease.
“You liked that, huh?” he asked with a knowing chuckle. “You like having my hands all over your body?”
“Love it,” I moaned into the pillow, yelping when I felt his hand twist into my hair and pull me up. I struggled to prop myself up on my elbows, panting as he started sliding his thick fingers in and out.
“Say again?”
“I love it!” I screamed, thrusting my hips back onto his fingers. I could hardly believe it, but he had me so worked up that I was going to come without him ever touching my clit. “Please, please, please.”
“Please what? You need to come, angel?”
“Yesss,” I hissed, whimpering when his fingers slid out of me. “Please, Joshua.”
“You ask so sweetly,” he mumbled as a single wet finger trailed up to my back entrance and circled the tight hole. “Have you ever taken anything here?”
“N-No,” I admitted nervously.
There was a brief pause before he asked, “Would you let me?”
I never tried anal mainly due to fear of the pain, but I instinctively knew that Joshua wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. It was clear he knew exactly what to do with a woman’s body, which made coming up with the answer as easy as breathing.
“Yes.”
Joshua paused and hummed thoughtfully and I braced myself for the finger that was still resting right against the entrance.
But Joshua pulled away and slammed two fingers back into my pussy as he whispered, “Good girl.”
His fingers twirled and bent to hit my g-spot while the pad of his thumb circled and pressed around my back entrance—the extra stimulation making my eyes roll back.
“Now come for me.”
In the back of my mind, I knew he could feel my body clenching around him as I got close to orgasm and timed his command based on that. But it still felt like I was specifically responding to his voice as my climax slammed into me with the force of a truck—bringing tears to my eyes as I buried my face back against the pillow and screamed his name.
Eventually, the shudders that pulsed my body subsided and Joshua’s hands gently gripped my sides, helping me roll onto my back. He had to pry the pillow from my fingers, laughing softly as he cradled the back of my neck and lifted me up to slide it beneath my head.
I was struggling to keep my eyes open, but I managed due to the sheer need of seeing him hovering over me with his open shirt and content eyes. He kissed me far softer than I expected, pulling away to brush my sweat-soaked hair off of my forehead.
“You okay?” he asked as the corners of his mouth curled up.
“Fuck yeah,” I said with a short, incredulous burst of laughter. “But I’d be better if you were naked, too.”
Joshua laughed and pushed himself back to his knees, taking his time in shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, performing what felt like a miniature strip tease. As he revealed more and more of his body, my jaw dropped.
“Jesus. Do you have a home gym or something that you didn’t show me? Maybe a fucking Bowflex hidden away in your office?” I asked, gaping at his chest as I forced myself up on my elbows.
Joshua’s smile was proud and a bit smug. Not that he didn’t have every reason to be.
“I go to a gym in the city.”
“I can tell,” I said wondrously, reaching up to trail my hand up his sculpted body.
He didn’t have a carved six pack, but the definition there suggested that he had one at some point. I stared for a long moment at the tantalizing V of his hips that disappeared into his slacks before dragging my eyes back up his body.
His chest and biceps were ripped. The clothes he wore to teach in hinted at a well-built body underneath, but hid him just enough for it to still be a total shock. The boys I’d slept with didn’t hold a candle to Joshua.
I caught myself mentally referring to my exes as ‘boys’ and his earlier words came back to me. I had defended them at the time of that conversation, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to if it ever came up again. The difference was far too significant.
And the scariest part of it all was I somehow knew that Joshua had already made good on his promise. One way or another, I was already ruined. Maybe not for all other men—at least not yet—but I didn’t think I’d ever have the desire to sleep with someone my age again.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said, cutting into my thoughts with his inquisitive tone.
He was already smug enough without me stroking his ego by admitting what my thoughts were really about, so I deflected with, “About how your cock will feel inside me.”
The way his eyes narrowed made me smile. Worked like a charm.
Joshua made quick work of ridding himself of his slacks and retaking his spot between my legs, positioning his cock so the thick shaft was sliding tortuously over my slit. Even though he was smiling down at me with a teasing grin, I could still see his control slipping now that the barriers between us were gone.
“Wait, wait,” I gasped, placing my palm against his chest and squeezing my thighs around his hips, trapping him in place. “Are you—”
“Yeah,” he answered automatically, his mind already on the same page as mine. “You on the pill?” After my nod of confirmation he said, “Then spread your legs for me, baby.”
I did as he asked and he wasted no time taking himself in hand and lining up the head at my entrance. With a smooth roll of his hips, he sheathed the first few inches of his cock inside, leaning over and bracing himself on his forearms as he sunk the rest of the way in.
Joshua groaned loudly and I hissed in a combination of pain and pleasure. Despite how wet I was, the stretch from his massive size burned like hell.
“You’re huge,” I groaned, digging my nails into his back.
“I know.”
He kissed my lips softly and worked down to my neck while he waited for me to adjust to his size, careful not to move again until I gave him the go-ahead.
When the pain finally dulled and I could feel my clit pulsing again with need, I ran my hand into his hair and whispered, “Now.”
Nothing else needed to be said. He pulled up to stare into my eyes—watching for signs of discomfort, I guessed—as he slowly pulled all the way out only to push right back inside.
I groaned with pleasure, drawing my knees up to lock around his hips while he continued to watch me. Joshua gave me the same slow, gentle rhythm for as long as he could hold himself back, but when I started to writhe and moan beneath him, the final remnants of his control shattered.
Joshua let out a choked off grunt as he pushed himself up to his knees and started pumping aggressively. Since I had gotten used to his size and was wetter than I could ever recall being, the savage way he took me felt nothing short of amazing. My toes curled and my hips thrust up to meet the sublime sensation of his cock driving in and out while shocks of pleasure shot through my body as he drove us both closer to ecstasy.
Just as I thought I was going to reach the edge of bliss again without clitoral stimulation, he released one of my legs and found the swollen bundle of nerves with his fingers. He worked me over with expert precision and this time when I came—the scream of his name wasn’t muffled by the pillow.
He slowed down to feel it as I came around him, only pulling out when the clenching of my walls turned into soft pulses. I whined at the drag of his cock as he pulled it from my body, unable to voice a protest as he slid from the bed and dragged me to edge by my ankles.
Not that I would have protested even if I could have gotten my voice to work. His feet were flat on the floor when he gripped my hips and pushed back inside, pounding into me so fast that I knew he was chasing his own release now. I was just along for the ride.
And what a ride it was.
I forced my eyes to stay open as often as possible, my attention rapt on his face as his jaw began to slacken and his grunts turned to groans. There was a moment where I realized that if he lasted any longer I was probably going to come again—but Joshua let out a strangled moan of bliss that turned into a roar as he slammed into me one last time and came.
I could feel his cock pulsing against my walls as he unloaded into me and I inhaled a shaky breath as I took in the rapturous look on his face.
Joshua was always sexy. But it was in that moment that I realized he was also beautiful. I’d never seen anyone like him and a part of me knew I never would again. He was in a league of his own.
His body went slack and he leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of my hips while he tried to catch his breath. He looked up through heavy eyelids and gave me a smile that would have melted me if I didn’t already feel like a giant pile of goo.
When he got the strength back to stand upright, he pulled out of me and I whimpered, closing my legs together out of habit. He growled low in his throat and nudged my legs apart, staring down intently at my slit as his seed began to leak out.
“Gorgeous,” he said, his voice rough. “Wait here.”
He stepped back and towards the door that I assumed was the master bathroom, totally unabashed by his nudity. A moment later he returned with a washcloth and gently cleaned up some of the mess between my legs. He grunted and jerked his chin towards the headboard before going back towards the bathroom, which I took as his way of telling me to crawl back up the bed.
I was right. He slid the comforter from beneath my body and covered me with it before sliding in alongside me. He didn’t say a word, but I supposed he knew he didn’t have to. It was very clear that I was being invited to spend the night and I didn’t have the energy to think of a single reason why I shouldn’t.
We laid together in silence for so long that I was almost certain he had fallen asleep. The curiosity began to nag at me so I craned my neck back to find him gazing thoughtfully at the ceiling, obviously awake. He had one arm underneath me, curling around my waist to hold me close to his side and the other arm was bent and resting below his head on the pillow. I raised my arm to lie across his chest, feeling a warmth spread through me when he glanced down at me with a soft smile.
When his gaze returned to the ceiling, he quietly asked, “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
No. It’s a crock of shit. Sight is our most unreliable sense. It’s both illogical and ridiculous to think you can just know from looking at someone. The mere idea of ‘soul mates’ is laughable, at best.
All these things came to mind, but as I felt his heart thumping hard beneath my palm, all I could really say was—
“Yes.”
8
The following week passed by in a surreal haze. Joshua continued to pick me up in the mornings so I wouldn’t have to walk through the snow, even though we were both clinging on to that as a flimsy excuse. No fresh snow had fallen in days and what was left had melted down enough to be able to sludge through without incident.
Still, the Mercedes was waiting for me every morning I had to walk to Dickerson Hall.
For the most part, nothing had changed between us. We didn’t risk doing anything more in his office and considering I had classes and he had to work, we didn’t see each other outside of our usual interactions.
The biggest differences came in the form of the filthy text messages we exchanged throughout the day and the sweet goodbye kisses he gave me before I stepped out of the safety of his car’s tinted windows.
But what a difference those things made.
Most days, I was able to take our limited interactions and the memories of spending the night at his house and convince myself that he had feelings for me. What else could explain why he asked me about love at first sight right after the first time we slept together? What else could explain the tender way he touched me early the next morning before he carried me home?
I was sure there could be another logical explanation, but I chose to believe it was because there was something deeper between us. Considering I felt something for him that I didn’t dare put a name to—telling myself that he returned those feelings was the only thing keeping me sane.
But no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn’t shake the negative thoughts that crept in again and again. Regardless of feelings, I couldn’t date him. Not while he was a professor and I was a student. For the next few months, we’d have to keep anything we did together tightly under wraps.
And what then? Would we hold hands and go to dinner like a normal couple? Would I take him to meet my parents and hope that no one said anything about the fact that Joshua was closer to their age than mine? Just thinking about how awkward it’d be to introduce him to my father made me second guess the entire thing.
But my heart longed for him. Potential awkwardness or not, I couldn’t ignore that. Not yet, at least.
So when Friday rolled around and he asked if I’d like to sleep over again, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. Finley and Ben were spending more and more time together, which meant I had a chance to get myself ready without having to dodge a slew of nosy questions.
Or at least it did in theory, but when I got home, the two of them were lounging on our couch together watching old episodes of The Walking Dead.
“Hey, girl!” Ben called out with a smile. “We’re having a marathon. Interested?”
Finley smiled and scooted down the couch, practically cuddling up in Ben’s lap before excitedly patting the spot next to her. “Come on, Brooke. We’ll order pizza and make a whole night of it like we used to!”
“I appreciate the offer, but I have to pass this time,” I said evasively, looking away from Finley’s questioning stare. �
��I have plans.”
“Do these plans have anything to do with why my red dress is missing?”
When Joshua had taken me home the morning after our night together, I had been incredibly lucky to discover that Finley had spent the night at Ben’s. But I still hadn’t found the time to take her dress to the cleaners, though I had remembered to return her coat.
“I’m sorry. I borrowed it last weekend and haven’t gotten a chance to get it cleaned. I’ll get it back to you by Monday,” I told her before I briskly began walking towards my bedroom.
I’d just made it inside when Finley’s footsteps came rushing up behind me. She wasn’t going to let me off that easily.
“I don’t mind that you borrowed the dress, Brooke. It’s not a problem.”
I sighed as I dropped my bags on the bed, turning around to wait for the inevitable ‘but’ that was coming.
“So… what’s going on? Got a hot date?”
“I do,” I admitted, only because I damn well knew that she wasn’t going to let it go. “But I’d rather not talk about it yet.”
“You said the same thing a few weeks ago. Are you ever going to want to talk about it?”
I hesitated and she noticed, scoffing incredulously.
“Come on, Brooke. You said you didn’t want to talk about this guy and I let it go, but now you’re going on a second date with him without even bothering to tell me about the first. What’s the deal?”
“There isn’t a deal,” I ground out, rolling my eyes. “And it shouldn’t matter to you because you aren’t the one dating him. I just don’t want to talk about it!”
Finley’s eyes showed just how much I hurt her, but her jaw clenched with anger. “I’m worried about you. You’ve been acting really weird since school started back.”
“Everything’s fine,” I assured her, trying not to let her look of disbelief get to me. “I’m just finally starting to get that this is it, Finley. School’s going to end and I have no idea what I’m going to do when it does.”