Chapter 35
Lila
One second we were sitting side by side, the next his mouth was on mine, his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap like he’d been picturing it for ages.
The second his mouth claimed mine, heat sank through me so fast I nearly made a sound as his tongue teased mine with an intensity that punched low and deep.
My body responded before my brain could catch up, hips pressing instinctively against him, a mix of shock and yearning twisting me inside.
I wanted him more than I could admit, and it made every nerve ending hum with a needy kind of danger.
His grip on my waist tightened, anchoring me, and the low, needy sound I swallowed burned the back of my throat.
“Are you sure you want to…” he began to ask.
“Mmm hmm,” I replied instantly. “You?”
He gazed up at me looking so much like Alex, the boy I’d fallen for long ago. I knew that wasn’t a great reason to do this, that it might cause problems later, but for now all I could think about was how right this felt.
“I’ve wanted this since the first day of class.”
His words were music to my ears, and I crushed my lips against his in a deeper kiss. His hands wrapped around me, pulling me tighter, and I let out a soft moan.
“You gotta stay quiet for me,” he breathed. “If the guys in the hall think I’m with someone, they won’t leave until they see who it is.”
My breath stuttered. The flash of danger made everything more exciting. “I can try. But no promises.”
He kissed me harder.
I should’ve stopped him. Told him this was insane, that I was risking my career.
Instead, I got lost in the warm, reckless sweetness of Camden.
His breathy little moans, his hands tugging me closer, his body shaking like he couldn’t believe this was really happening in his dorm.
When he leaned in, his breath skimmed the side of my neck, and the shiver that tore through me felt embarrassingly loud in the quiet room.
“I can feel you trying not to be loud,” he murmured against my lips. “You’re trembling with it.”
I felt the hard bulge of his cock between my legs, and the jolt of wanting him inside me hit so sharply I had to bite my lip to stay quiet. He wasn’t wrong. It took every ounce of willpower not to moan his name. I pushed down, grinding myself against his hard-on until his eyes fluttered closed.
“This is why I’m shaking,” I breathed onto his lips. “I want this as much as you do, and I promise I’ll be quiet.”
He lapped up my words. “Good.”
Apparently, his definition of “good” was kiss her until she forgets her own name.
Because his mouth covered mine again, and the kisses were hot and sloppy.
His hands slid from my waist to cup my ass through my skirt, pulling me tighter against him until I felt exactly how his cock strained in his pants.
The heat of it pressed right where I needed it, drawing a helpless roll of my hips against him.
A quiet, choked sound escaped him, and it went straight to my core.
He helped me out of my blouse, then my bra, his breath quickening the moment he realized how hard my nipples were. His eyes dragged over me in stunned, greedy awe, and for a moment he just… looked. Like he was memorizing something he never thought he’d be allowed to see.
“I’ve fantasized about this,” he breathed.
When his fingers found the zipper at the back of my skirt, he hesitated for just a second. Just long enough for me to nod. Then he fumbled it open, hands shaking with a sweetness that made my chest ache.
I stood to slip it off, and when the skirt hit the floor, his gaze darkened even more. I wasn’t wearing panties. I’d taken them off after class, intending to tease Brock about it at the bar, but I never got a chance.
Cam’s breath hitched like it physically knocked the air out of him. My pulse kicked up, a wild rhythm in my ears as his eyes locked onto the place between my legs.
Before he could do anything else, I dropped to my knees on the edge of the bed.
His sweatpants and boxers came down in one eager tug, and his cock sprang free.
Already so hard, flushed, and perfect. The sound he made was downright sinful, and I felt a little tendril of wicked pride in how easily I could affect him.
There’s no going back, now.
I took him into my mouth slowly at first, savoring the way he gasped, the way his thighs tensed under my palms. He may have been a dorm student, but he smelled like soap and sweet cologne.
My hands shook slightly from the thrill of finally giving in to a fantasy I didn’t realize I’d been having. Jace and Brock were older than most of my students, and lived off campus. They felt more like peers to me.
But Cam was a student, he was younger, and we were in his dorm. Other students were right outside in the hall, arguing over which party to crash.
It heightened the intensity of everything happening. It made me feel like I was a young student again, following my crush to college and finally sleeping with him the way I’d dreamed about doing since I was a teenager.
“Professor Carrington…” Cam moaned.
I ran my tongue along his swollen tip, teasing him until his head fell back against his pillow and a groan tore out of him. A raw, helpless sound that made my pussy clench with impatience.
I couldn’t wait another second.
I rose, straddling his lap, guiding him into position.
My hands gripped his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense under my fingers, and I felt my own heat swell even more.
His hands flew to my hips, but he didn’t push.
He just held me, trembling, as I eased down onto him until he was fully inside me.
“Fuck, Professor…” he breathed, eyes squeezed shut in concentration.
I started slow. Gentle rolls of my hips, savoring the stretch, the pressure, the intimate glide of his body inside mine.
My clit brushed against him with every movement, lighting sparks under my skin.
His hands clutched at my waist, then slid up my back, then down again, like he didn’t know where to touch me first. Like touching me all over, all at once just… wasn’t good enough.
He felt so fucking good inside me, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out.
“Tell me what you’ve been imagining,” I begged as I rode Cam. “Tell me how you’ve been fantasizing about me in class.”
His eyes widened with lust. “You’re beautiful, Professor. Every day in class. I can barely focus on the lecture. It doesn’t matter what you wear. Skirt, jeans, a pants suit… I can never get enough.”
“If I’m such a distraction,” I purred, “how are you doing so well in my class?”
“I care about the subject. And I want to impress you.”
I sighed while riding him, grinding around in a circle so that he hit every part of my inner walls. “Consider me impressed. Especially considering what you did to Joshua Davenport.”
He bit his lip. “You weren’t mad?”
“Why would I be mad?” I asked.
“You warned me after I hacked the faculty network. You told me you wouldn’t keep my secret if I did something like that again.”
I matched my words to the pace of my rocking. “I. Can. Make. Another. Exception.”
When I began to move faster, bouncing softly, chasing the rhythm that made my breath hitch, his mouth found my breasts.
Clumsy at first, then hungry, worshipful.
He flicked my nipple with his tongue before pulling it fully into his mouth, and my whole body arched into him.
My heartbeat slammed against my ribs, and I realized how much I had been craving this. Every wild and delicious second of it.
“You feel so good,” I moaned, unable to hold it in.
A pair of girls giggled right outside the door. His hand flew to my mouth, muffling the noise that escaped me. Cam’s eyes went dark in a way I’d never seen from him.
“Shh,” he breathed, leaning close enough that his lips brushed my ear. “You’re gonna get us caught.”
The warning only made everything hotter.
Cam slid me to the side and tried to get out of bed, but I grabbed his shoulders, dragging his attention back to me, kissing him hard. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp again. Too loud, way too loud.
He brought a finger to my lips.
“Quiet,” he whispered, voice shaking with restraint.
I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I nodded. His hand stayed where it was, holding me still, making me feel everything in silence while he stood next to the bed.
Then he pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion, and for a second he just hovered there.
Bare, breathing hard, eyes drinking me. When he finally touched me, it wasn’t rushed at all.
The mattress dipped as he shifted, and the closeness of him—his scent, his warmth—made my pulse stutter in a way I couldn’t hide.
He cupped my jaw, and the gentleness of it ruined me completely.
It feels so good to be bad.
He trailed kisses along my body like each inch of skin he found was something sacred he’d waited forever to worship. My breath tangled in my chest as he followed that path upward, covering me in warmth, in devotion, in a kind of awe that made my throat tighten.
Cam settled above me, bracing himself, and when he slid back into place, the sound that rose from me was instinctive. Vulnerable. He swallowed it with his mouth on mine, kissing me deeply.
“Shh,” he whispered against my lips.
Heat unfurled low in my belly. First a spark, then a steady, spiraling swell that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.
Everything around us blurred: the room, the bed, the activity in the hallway.
All I could feel was the tension building inside me and the soft, broken sounds he made against my lips.
My heartbeat thundered in my throat. His breath stuttered against my skin like he was trying so fucking hard not to lose control.
He hovered right at the brink, torn between gentleness and something desperate and consuming. It was the contrast that undid me. Every thrust made the bed sway beneath me, and the risk of anyone hearing only made the pleasure pulse harder through my body.
“Fuck, Professor…”
“Hmm?”
“Keep clenching like that, and I won’t be able to hold back.”
I tightened around him without meaning to, the shock of it making him groan into my neck, and the sound alone nearly pushed me over the edge.
And the whole time, there were footsteps outside, people knocking on doors, laughing, talking, living their lives completely unaware that inside this tiny dorm room, my world with Cam was coming alive in the best possible way.
Cam kissed me again. Quick, urgent, almost shaky. “I’m… God, I’m trying to be quiet but…”
“Cam,” I breathed, pulling him closer. “Come here. Just… come here.”
He thrust into me a few more times, and we fell apart in each other’s arms.
I pressed my mouth to his shoulder, teeth catching on his skin, swallowing every sound that tried to escape me. His hand fisted in the sheets beside my head as he buried his face in my neck, muffling the ragged stutter of his breath against my skin.
“Cam,” I whispered, a warning and a prayer all at once. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Yes…”
“Oh my God, Professor,” he breathed.
“Say it again,” I begged.
“Professor Carrington,” he said, and I completely unraveled beneath him.
I squirmed and tried to muffle my cries as my climax hit me like a freight train.
Cam sped up, driving his cock into me with the perfect amount of speed and desperation.
I grabbed a handful of his ass, squeezing him, and then his entire body shuddered and shook with release.
“Professor Carrington!” he gasped into my ear.
My title sounded so sweet on his lips as we came together.
We clung to each other like that, shaking and silent. We were a mess. A quiet, frantic, breathless mess. And somehow, in the middle of all that danger and restraint, it felt like the realest thing in the world.
When it was over, Cam wrapped his arms around me instantly, holding me tight. His heart hammered against mine as the soothing brush of his fingers brought me back down to earth.
Outside, someone slammed a door so hard the walls shook.
Cam’s gaze dragged over me, still hungry and heated. “I guess this changes things.”
“I guess so,” I said with a soft, breathy laugh.
His eyes softened, and he brought his fingers to my cheek. “It’s insane how much I want you. I shouldn’t want you this much.”
“Then we’re both in trouble,” I said, and pulled him in for another searing kiss.