Will pumped his hips faster, driving into me with speed and reckless abandon. It felt so good that I couldn’t control myself – I was whimpering and shaking and trembling, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him close.
“Fuck,” Will grunted through clenched teeth. He put his hand between our bodies and rubbed my clit, but I wasn’t ready for him to finish, not yet.
“Wait,” I gasped, gently pushing him away. Will gave me a curious look but didn’t resist when I scrambled onto all fours and swayed my ass at him.
“I want you to take me from behind,” I said, blushing furiously. The idea had always seemed so dirty to me, but now it seemed like the hottest thing in the world. I was so worked up that my pussy was dripping juice all over the insides of my thighs and I felt so sensual, so erotic as I turned around and stuck my ass high in the air, eager for Will to take me.
He spanked me on the cheeks of my ass, sending an almost-painful sensation through my body that mingled with the intense, honeyed pleasure, and I gasped as he spanked me again and again.
“Take me,” I begged. “Please, Will, I want you!”
Will dug his hands into my ass and got to his knees. I felt his cock teasing and searching for the entrance to my pussy, then slamming deep inside of me. From behind, it felt like he could drive all the way inside of me and I moaned with pleasure. Leaning down on my elbows, I wriggled my ass in the air and pushed back against Will’s thrusts, eager to take every single inch of his manhood. Will grunted loudly as he bucked his hips and sweat dripped from his body to mine. With one hand firm on my hips, he reached his other between my legs and began to furiously rub at my clit until I felt the insanely powerful clenching sensation of an orgasm starting deep within me.
“Oh my god,” I shrieked, screwing my eyes tightly closed and burying my face in the blankets as Will plowed deep into me, over and over.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” Will grunted. He slammed into my pussy as my orgasm shook every part of my body. I could hardly breathe as the golden ecstasy exploded inside of me, making my clit tremble and my pussy and asshole clench with the intensity of it.
Will bucked harder and gasped and I knew that he was coming, knew that he was spilling his creamy seed deep inside of my body. We quaked and shook together and then I collapsed onto the bed with his cock still buried inside my cunt. Will was straddling me and he teased me, slowly bucking up and down until I gasped and whimpered.
“I’m so sensitive!” I cried. “It feels too good!”
I couldn’t see his face, but I could tell by the sound of his breathing that Will was grinning with lazy pleasure. He pulled out of me and flopped down to the bed, wrapping a damp arm around me and holding me close.
“That was amazing,” I breathed.
Will didn’t reply – he was panting and his whole body was soaked with sweat. The room was thick with the fragrance of our fuck – musky and delicious – and I inhaled, like I was in an opium den from the days of old.
We lay together in silence for a few moments, sweat cooling on our bodies. Then Will grunted and stretched, making his joints pop as he got to his feet and started pulling his clothes on. I felt sexy and lazy and decadent, lying naked on his bed like that, but after a few moments I grew chilly and reached for my own clothes, save the panties that Will had ripped to shreds.
He held them up and smirked. “Sorry about those,” he said. “You want me to buy you a new pair?”
I flushed hotly. “How about a pair of your boxers?” I asked teasingly.
Will’s smirk faded and I realized that I’d gone too far – if I took his boxers, that would be tangible proof that something had indeed happened between us.
“Forget it,” I said quickly. “And no, I don’t need a new pair, I’m fine.”
Will nodded. He tossed my ruined panties into the trash can and grinned.
“I’d like to buy you a new pair, all the same,” he said.
I blushed again. “Such a gentleman!”
Will grinned – this was clearly the best mood I’d ever seen him in – and nodded.
“Of course, I am,” he said archly. “You think I’m a cad?”
I giggled. Playing with him was almost as good as having sex with him. It made me think that we could do this – play and fuck and fall in love – for the rest of our lives.
Or at least, it made me hope for that.
I pulled on my clothes and then went into the bathroom to pee and wash my hands. In the mirror, I saw that my hair was sticky from sweat and my face was puffy and flushed. But I didn’t care – I couldn’t stop grinning. Will had pleased every inch of my body, and I felt happy and sated and lucky. He had a basket of untouched L’Occitane toiletries on his
When I went back into the bedroom, Will was gone. I found him in the living room, sitting on the couch and frowning down at his phone.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Will said. He put his phone down and patted the couch next to him, gesturing for me to sit.
“I ... I know that I shouldn’t have come over here without asking,” I said hesitantly. “I’m sorry if I put you in a bad spot.”
Will shook his head. When we were together like this, seated on his couch by the intimate light of his soft lamps, it felt like we were equals. No longer professor and student, but man and woman.
Lover and lover.
“I know this isn’t a good thing to keep doing,” I said as I gestured between Will and myself. “And of course, I wouldn’t want you to risk losing your job.”
Will nodded. “I know that, Eden,” he replied quietly.
“I don’t think I can walk away from this,” I said, biting down on my lower lip. “At least not without trying.”
Will didn’t say anything, but there was an ocean of emotion in his dark eyes.
“And I promise, I won’t tell a soul,” I said. “I swear.”
20
Will – Sunday
I clenched my jaw. I didn’t mean to – it just happened – but Eden must have seen the twitch in my cheek and she made as if to get to her feet.
“Wait,” I said.
Eden pressed her lips together. “I ...” She trailed off, still gnawing that deliciously plump lower lip of hers. “I don’t know what else to say,” she added weakly. “I’ve said everything on my mind.”
I’d never been good at talking about feelings, and I had a feeling that things with Eden would be even harder. Being with her was so easy that nearly every care in my mind vanished. When we were together, I never thought about the consequences that could come from our relationship. It was too easy to get wrapped up in the soft brown velvet of Eden’s eyes, the way they crinkled up whenever she laughed at something I said. It was too easy to slip into bantering with her. I loved fucking Eden and making her scream.
But I loved playing with her, too.
Her eyes searched my face, looking for answers that I knew I couldn’t give. I didn’t know what she wanted me to say – that her words had suddenly brought reality crashing down on my head once again, that I wouldn’t be able to give her solid peace of mind.
We were in my house with the door locked and yet, all I could think about was Oakbrook College and the massive amount of shit I would be in if someone happened to catch us. In a way, this was far worse than being alone with Eden on campus – this was being alone with Eden someplace that should have been private, someplace where we should have been able to hide ourselves away from the rest of the world.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
Eden blinked at me. She opened her mouth to speak and her stomach rumbled, causing her to flush and me to chuckle. God, she was so pure and innocent – even though she had been sucking my cock like a pro not twenty minutes ago, she had already reverted to her sweet, naïve self that I loved so much.
Loved? I thought.
It was the first word that had come to my mind.
I wouldn’t think about that now, not while Eden was still here. She
followed me into the kitchen and perched at my table while I made us a late-night snack. Even though I’d eaten that man-sized dinner of steak and potato earlier, fucking Eden raw and senseless had worked up an appetite. I fried some onions and potatoes, then tossed in some diced peppers and mushrooms.
Eden’s eyes widened slightly when I put the plate in front of her.
“What,” I teased. “You think that because I’m a bachelor I can’t cook?”
Eden flushed. “Well, sort of,” she admitted. She took her fork and then ate a small bite, chewing and nodding. “It’s good.”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised,” I teased again.
Eden’s cheeks turned from soft pink to bright red. “Sorry,” she said. “It’s just, I’m not really used to cooking, or eating stuff like this.”
“Well, yeah,” I replied. “I can’t imagine the dining hall is any good.”
“Oh, no, I mean, they’re terrible, yeah. But I have an apartment, remember?” Eden asked. She giggled briefly. “I just don’t really cook. My roommate and I can make coffee and those drop cookies in the package – that’s about it.”
I nodded. I should teach you to cook, I thought as I watched Eden devour forkful after forkful. That could be fun. Instantly, my mind was filled with an image of Eden, nude save for a skimpy little apron, with flour on her round cheeks and sensual laughter in her eyes.
It wasn’t just that I wanted to teach her to cook.
It was that I wanted to do everything with her, experience everything with her. I knew that I was falling for her, and I deeply regretted the fact that we hadn’t met in undergrad, that we weren’t both the same age, dealing with the same things at once.
But no – maybe that wouldn’t have worked very well, either. I remembered my TA, Peter, talking about how it was a relief to have broken up with his girlfriend from undergrad and the strain that grad school put on adult relationships.
It seemed like no promising compromise could ever be reached. Either Eden and I would continue this sexual dance until something changed between us, or until we were found out and forced apart by the Oakbrook College gods.
Just enjoy this, I told myself firmly as I dragged my attention away from Eden’s poochy little lips chewing and smacking. Just enjoy the time with her, right now.
We ate in companionable silence. My muscles felt warm and relaxed from the thorough workout that I’d just had and the food filled my stomach and made me feel comforted, almost as comforted as having Eden’s presence right next to me. When we were done, Eden hopped up from the table and washed both plates and forks, then the plate and tools I’d used.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I told her.
“I wanted to,” she said simply, and I realized that we were talking about so much more than just dishes.
Eden wanted to be with me – that much was clear. And even with my skeptical and suspicious nature, I no longer thought she was just pushing me or testing my boundaries. She wasn’t just seeing how much she could get away with – and it wasn’t like she was slacking off in class, either.
No.
She wanted me.
It won’t last, I told myself immediately, tearing my eyes away from the sight of her ass shaking from side to side as she swayed and hopped around while drying the dishes. There was clearly a song in her head that was putting a bounce in her step, and while I didn’t want to crush her happiness, I had a hard time believe that things between us would last.
By the time we’d eaten and cleaned up, it was almost ten. The sky was inky black, and Eden shivered as she looked out the window. She seemed to be taking forever to zip up her puffer coat, and she turned to me with pleading eyes.
“I can’t stay over, can I?”
I shook my head. I wanted her to, so desperately that it almost frightened me. I wanted her to curl up in my bed and let me hold her and fuck her and breathe in the sweaty, floral scent of her hair all night long.
But how would that look, a student emerging from my house in the harsh light of the morning?
“It’s better if you don’t,” I said finally. The urge to add “Sorry” was almost overwhelming, but thankfully I kept it to myself.
“That’s okay,” Eden said reluctantly, as if to soften the blow to herself as well as me. “I should do some studying before the next day.”
As she was halfway out the door, I reached for her sleeve.
“Wait,” I said. “Hold on a second.”
“What is it?” Eden asked.
“I ... I shouldn’t be doing this, but here,” I said as I pressed a business card into her hand.
“What’s this?” Eden blinked down at it. She turned her face up to me and grinned. “I already have your email,” she added.
“That number,” I said. “It’s my cell.”
Eden blinked at me in surprise.
“Oh,” she said softly. “Um, are you sure?”
No, I thought. Not at all – this is probably one of the stupidest things that I’ve ever done. But I want you to have it, because I want you to call me.
Because I want you.
“Yeah,” I lied hoarsely. “I’m sure.”
She left, and I went to bed, my head swimming with thoughts of Eden Cooper and the blossoming partnership between us.
Monday morning, I couldn’t stop myself from replaying the memory of last night, over and over. The memory was crystal clear and perfect. Eden, flushed and naked, sprawled and wanton, begging me to fuck her from behind. I woke up with my cock hard and throbbing and had no choice but to rub a quick one out in the shower. I tried to keep it physical and focus on the touch of my hand on my cock, but Eden’s curvy body kept sneaking into my mind. By the time I was coming, I was picturing her body in my hands, quivering and shaking with pleasure too intense to bear.
Goddamnit, I thought. If I don’t stop soon, I’m going to make myself hard again.
The only good thing about the day was that it was Monday – an Eden-less day, at least in my classes, and I hoped that I’d be able to focus on everything at hand.
Naturally, I wasn’t. I couldn’t stop all thoughts of Eden, and I knew that I was walking around with a stupid grin on my face as I suffered through my morning seminars and classes.
She lingered on my mind all day – through a meeting with Peter, through a small meeting with the rest of the English faculty, even when I’d left campus and gone to the grocery store. Eden was everywhere: lurking in the candy section at the store, gigging behind a tree on campus, even waiting for me at home.
She wasn’t, of course.
But with the way I couldn’t shake the thoughts of her, she may as well have been. It seemed all too perfect when I checked phone after hearing a buzz.
Eden had sent me a text.
Missed you today. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow, she’d written, as formally as she would have written a paper and submitted it, hoping for an ‘A’.
A grin spread across my face.
Missed you, too, I texted her. It’s going to be insanely difficult not to kiss you senseless tomorrow.
I watched as the three dots appeared and vanished on the screen of my phone, indicating that Eden was making me a reply. It seemed to last forever, and I wondered if she was writing me a novel via text.
When it came, my grin grew even wider. Eden hadn’t written anything, just sent me a couple of emoji – a couple kissing, followed by a huge red heart.
What we were doing was wrong.
But if this was wrong, I was starting to think that I could never be right.
21
Eden – Tuesday
“Wow,” Petra said.
I whirled around from where I stood, in front of the tiny washer and dryer set that lived in a closet across from the bathroom.
“What?” I asked awkwardly. “What is it?”
Petra shook her head. “Nothing,” she said. “You’re just ... well, you’re bouncing,” she added, stifling a laugh. “Someone’s in a good
mood this morning! Not to mention, for all the cleaning you do, I can’t remember the last time I saw you do laundry!”
Well, that’s the thing, I thought as a hot flush spread across my cheeks. I’m down one pair of panties, and I didn’t exactly have a Victoria Secret display hiding in my dresser.
“You’re blushing,” Petra commented.
“It’s hot in here,” I lied. “I mean, cleaning always makes me sweaty. I guess I should probably really try to get in shape, huh?”
The skeptical look on her face told me that Petra wasn’t buying it. She stepped closer.
“You okay?” Petra asked. “Sorry about the other night.” Now it was her turn to flush. “I hope that Evan and I weren’t too loud.”
It was hard not to smile right back to let Petra know that she wasn’t the only resident of this apartment getting laid. I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from grinning and I shook my head.
“You were fine,” I told her. “I heard nothing.”
Petra grinned. “You’re a doll,” she said. “And I’m buying you a white-noise machine for your birthday.”
I smiled weakly. My birthday wasn’t for several months – I’d be twenty-two, a number that had once seemed practically ancient – but thinking about it filled me with anxiety. The semester would be over, so there was that – but how would I be celebrating?
And would Will be by my side?
I knew, realistically, that I shouldn’t be thinking like this. I was getting ahead of myself, which was dangerous: for all I knew, as soon as the semester was over, Will would break things off with me.
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