“I’m going to come, baby,” he grunts, his voice strained. “I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth, and you’re going to swallow every drop like a good girl, aren’t you?”
I hum my agreement, and the vibrations seem to push him even closer to the edge.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his cock twitching. “Here it comes.”
I feel the first hot spurts of his release hit the back of my throat, and the salty, bitter taste of him on my tongue is enough to make me moan. I swallow him down eagerly, loving the way he tastes, the way his body shudders as I suck him dry.
It’s filthy and intimate and perfect, and I know, without a doubt, that this is the best moment of my life.
When he’s finally spent, he releases his grip on my hair, and I pull away from his cock, gasping for air.
I can’t believe I just did that. With Roman Thorne. The man I’ve been obsessed with my entire adult life. It was amazing.
He reaches down, hands hooking under my arms as he lifts me into his lap as if I weigh nothing. Now I’m straddling him, my face almost level with his, and we’re so close I can feel his hot breath teasing against my lips.
“My god, Callie,” he whispers, his voice husky. “That was... incredible.”
My heart flutters. I’ve never felt more wanted or more proud. I made this man feel like that. Me.
“I’m not done with you, baby,” he says, his dark eyes gleaming. “In fact, I think it’s my turn to get a taste of you.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, and his kiss is everything I imagined and more. His lips are firm and insistent, and his tongue invades my mouth, claiming me, owning me.
My whole body is humming, and the ache between my legs is almost unbearable. All I want is more. More of him. More of this.
His hands are all over me, exploring every curve through my clothes. He’s kissing me like he’s starving, and the feeling of his hard body pressed against mine is driving me wild.
But then his phone starts buzzing on the desk, and he mutters a curse word under his breath.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to take a raincheck on tasting you, baby. That’s the dean calling to remind me I’m supposed to be in a meeting right now. But this is what’s going to happen. You are going to email me your novel this afternoon while I’m busy, and when I get a chance, I will reply with my home address. I should be home about seven-thirty, and I want you waiting at my house for me, okay? And then we can continue this all night.”
I nod, dazed, still floating somewhere up near the ceiling.
“Okay,” I say, my voice husky. “I can do that.”
“Good girl.” He kisses me one last time, soft and slow, and then sets me on my feet. “I’m looking forward to it. More than you can possibly know.”
I can’t wipe the smile off my face. Not as I watch him adjust his clothes, not as I gather up my notebook and backpack, and not as I slip out the door of the lecture hall.
Tonight is going to be magical. I just know it.
Chapter Four
Roman
I barely remember the drive home.
All damn day, I’ve been walking around with her in my head. Her eyes, her mouth, her voice. The way she dropped to her knees like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she was mine.
By the time I turn onto my street, I’m seconds from snapping. My cock’s been hard since I last saw Callie, and I’ve spent the entire faculty meeting biting my tongue and imagining her bent over my desk. The only thing keeping me from spiraling completely is the thought of her coming to me like I told her to. Like a good girl.
She’d emailed me earlier, sending the manuscript of her book, and in return, I’d sent her my address. I know she’s my student, and I’m crossing so many professional lines I’m bound to lose my job if anyone finds out. But I’m beyond caring.
It’s not like I need the job to survive. My books and the movies made from them have made me more money than I know what to do with. So if I lose my job, I’ll just spend my days withmy cock buried inside Callie’s pretty little cunt, listening to her moaning my name endlessly.
The thought of it is enough to make me seriously think about quitting.
And then I see her.