10. Emma
10
EMMA
“ E mma!” Ana’s voice carries through the crowd just as I reach the lecture hall. Turning, she comes sprinting up to me and drapes breathlessly over my shoulder. “Girl, where the hell have you been?”
Confusion rises in my chest and I wrack my brain for what on earth she could mean. “Huh?”
“I went to pick you up this morning and you weren’t there. I’ve been calling you non-stop.”
“Oh! I’m sorry. You didn’t turn up, so I thought you weren’t going today. I took an Uber because my car won’t be fixed until the weekend.”
“I texted you to tell you I was running late. Don’t you ever look at your phone?!”
“I do.” I insist, patting my pocket for my phone. “But I didn’t get any calls or?—”
I stop abruptly as patting my pockets brings up absolutely nothing in terms of my phone. Both skirt pockets are empty, as is my jacket pocket. As we walk into the lecture hall, I slide my bag from my shoulder and start rummaging through it in search of where it could be. By the time we reach our seats, I’m definitely phone-less.
“Shit,” I murmur, dropping into my seat and throwing my bag on the desk. “It’s not here.”
“Your phone?” Ana slides in next to me.
“Yeah…fuck. I thought I had it when I left the house but now I’m not so sure.” I actually can’t recall when my phone was last in my hand. Maybe after I called the Uber and hopped in the shower? “Shit. It must have fallen out in the Uber over here. Getting that back is going to be insane.”
Groaning, I pull out several notepads and a pen while Ana chuckles sympathetically.
“I do not envy you, girl. But glad to know you weren’t ignoring me. Although—” She pivots in her seat and prods my shoulder with her pen. “You didn’t meet us for drinks last night. What the hell happened? You definitely had your phone then.”
Ah, last night. The frustration of my missing phone melts away, and I lean close to Ana, bringing our foreheads together. An intense bubble of excitement rises in my chest. I almost can’t sit still.
“I was busy.”
“Busy?” Ana’s eyes dart back and forth and her voice drops a few tones. “You mean… busy ?”
“Yup.” I nod excitedly. “I went by the art studio to see Meghan. Well, actually to see Caspian because he’s so…y’know.”
“Mm-hmm, go on.”
“Well, he kissed me.”
“What?!” Ana squeals loudly and several people turn in their seats to shoot her unpleasant looks. I burst out laughing, clutching at her hand under the desk and gushing at her the best I can.
“Then one thing led to another, and all of a sudden we’re covered in paint fucking on a canvas and oh my God it was the best sex of my life. He might be older, but the power in his hips was so…” I suck on my teeth and groan softly. “It was amazing.”
“You little whore,” Ana laughs, keeping her voice low again. “First Asher and now Caspian?”
“Asher doesn’t count,” I remind her. “Because I didn’t know he was a teacher.”
“Girl, whatever you’re doing, just keep doing it and you’ll be riding strong dick right to graduation,” Ana laughs, squeezing my hand. “Just be safe, okay?”
“I’m popping the pill every morning, don’t you worry.”
“Unless older men have strong swimmers.” Ana rolls her eyes. “Fuck, I’m so jealous. You’re finally living the dream and I’m over here getting sleazy men in bars thinking a blow job is enough to get me off.”
“You gotta aim older,” I tease her, finally sitting back in my chair. “When I tell you that they know what they are doing?” I roll my eyes and groan. My pussy was tingling for hours after I left Caspian in the studio and stumbled home. It was like he was still inside me, still touching me and that sensation lingered long after my shower to wash off all the paint. It was similar in a way to how I swear I could still feel Asher’s mouth on me two days later.
“I’m still painfully jealous,” Ana sighs wistfully. “Maybe I do need to look into this silver fox thing you got going on.”
“It’s great. And the perk of being this amazing is that I have two .”
Ana snorts and shoves at my arm before class falls quiet as Finn strides up onto the stage with a book in hand. My heart flutters at the sight of him, followed by a warm, acidic curl of disappointment in my gut.
I still want him. Asher and Caspian have been amazing, and I entertained the thought of them all morning, but it hasn’t dampened my desire for the one man who seems utterly uninterested. Asher and Caspian are like putty in my hands, but Finn? He sees me, and yet it’s like he’s looking right through me.
Finn starts the class by reading an excerpt from the next book in our syllabus, but his words mean nothing to me. Resting my chin on my upturned palm, I admire him while my mind replays those days with Asher and Caspian. I’ve had boyfriends in the past, sure, but none of them had been so focused on my pleasure like they were. None had been as talented with their tongue or their cock. Both men made me come harder than I’ve ever come, even with my own toys.
So why do I still feel unsatisfied? Like there’s a piece missing?
Have I lusted after Finn for too long that moving on from him seems impossible?
Maybe he will forever only be a dream.
The lecture passes quickly and I manage to stop zoning out enough to write down the details of our next assignment.
“You want to pick up Meghan and grab some lunch?” Ana asks while packing up her bag.
“Yeah sure, sounds good.”
“And tonight, you better be coming out with us since you bailed last night.”
I try to quickly think of a way out of it since I still need to find my phone, and a night curled up with a movie and pizza sounds much more appealing. I draw a blank, though, and as I finish packing up, I nod.
“Sure. But remember I’ve lost my phone so we should do pre-drinks at my place.”
“Excellent.” Ana presses a swift kiss to my cheek in delight, then we head down the steps toward the exit. A few feet from the door though, Finn calls my name.
“Emma, could you hang back for a minute?”
“Oooo,” Ana teases in a low voice. “Maybe he’s finally caving in.”
“Shut up.” I shove her lightly. “I’ll meet you by the coffee cart when I’m done.”
She nods, waves at me, and then hurries out of the class with the rest of the crowd. As I turn and head up the stage toward Finn, my stomach twists itself into knots and my heart flutters like it’s weightless. I might not have a chance with him but being in his presence is more than enough to get me excited.
“Is everything okay?”
Finn places his book upright on the desk, leaning onto it slightly as he watches me. “I heard that your car was broken into last week, and some stuff was stolen. Are you alright?”
There’s such intense concern in his eyes that the urge to reassure him desperately rises up, so I nod my head and press one hand to my abdomen as I chuckle.
“Yes, I’m fine. I wasn’t near it when it happened. I just found the aftermath. The cops are dealing with it though, and my dad’s working on getting it fixed so I’ll be back to normal by the weekend.”
“It’s still an awful thing to have happened,” Finn says as his brows pull together. “Do they have any idea who it was?”
“Nah. Honestly, the cops didn’t seem to care all that much, but my friend Megan told me there’d been a few crimes like that across campus, so I guess I was just next in line.” I lift one shoulder, half shrugging. “It's no big deal.”
“But your laptop?” Finn lifts one brow. “I heard a lot was stolen. Do you think you will need an extension on your assignment?”
Of course that is what he’s really concerned about. The assignments and not me. It’s difficult to swallow the rise of disappointment, but I force a smile and rummage in my bag.
“Don’t worry. I actually have a backup on a pen drive, although now that I’m here, I could just give you what I have already and then edit it through the cloud.”
My fingers close around the pen drive and I step over to his desk. Finn moves around me while I lean over and plug the drive into his computer. As my bag slips off my shoulder and thumps onto the floor, a sudden warm presence heats up against my back. I swallow hard as dryness sweeps across my tongue and down my throat, staring hard at the screen.
Then, Finn is against me. His chest presses against my back and he drapes over me like a blanket. One arm snakes around my waist while the other slides down my hip. Fingertips graze my bare thigh just below the hemline of my skirt. I breathe in, and the soft scent of parchment and whiskey fills my nose. He smells warm and comforting, and my heart skips a beat.
“Sir,” I gasp out, my voice trembling. “What are you doing?”
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice is like honey against my ear. His lips tease the outer shell of my ear and then his chest rises as he breathes me in. Just the thought of me flooding his senses is enough to make my core clench and dampness beads between my thighs. Bracing both hands on the desk, I don’t look away from the screen.
“No,” I whisper. “But … why?”
Why now? What’s different about today? What did I do that finally made this gorgeous hunk of man crack and give himself over?
“The thought of you in danger…” Finn groans and his arm tightens around my waist. As he presses against me, the hard ridge of his cock digs into the back of my leg, making me whimper.
“Every day you come in here and every day I have to fight with myself to resist.” His voice is low, and the vibrations rumble against my back. His fingertips skim underneath my skirt, stroking higher and higher to the hotter, softer skin of my inner thigh.
“Every day you come in here and flirt like it’s your only purpose, and every day I tell myself that I can’t have a taste because the rules are not worth breaking.”
My breath hitches and his fingers finally cup my mound, nestling between my legs. I gasp loudly, then bite on my lower lip to quiet myself. The door to the lecture hall is still ajar and one wrong sound could bring the wrong person hurrying back in.
“I’m not worth breaking those rules, huh?” I whisper, tilting my hips and arching back against him.
“Then I hear that someone broke into your car, and no one would tell me if you were hurt. If you were okay. And then I realized something.”
“What?” The files suddenly burst to life across the screen just as Finn’s fingers slide underneath my panties. The first touch against my bare pussy is electric and he slides three long fingers through my folds.
“I realized that I didn’t want that choice made for me. That if something ever happened to you, and I hadn’t tasted you, just once, I would never forgive myself.”
I lose all ability to speak when his fingers start to move. He uses all four at first, just stroking over my pussy and teasing at my clit. Then, his movements become firmer. Two fingers spread me open and the heel of his palm grazes over my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through my core. Heat builds below my navel, and muscles twist. My pussy clenches and Finn’s other two fingers suddenly thrust inside me, filling and curling with enough pressure that stars burst before my eyes.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
Finn’s teeth latch onto my earlobe. “You’ll put those files on the cloud, you said?” he says huskily. “Or are you incapable of multitasking?”
Is he serious? His fingers are buried deep inside me and he still cares about the damn assignment?
It’s not until I reach for the mouse that I realize this is a game to him. Each time I try to do something, the thrusts of his fingers become hard and fast, and the pressure of his palm stroking over my clit becomes almost unbearable. He fingers me hard and fast, only slowing down when I don’t move.
By the time I’ve opened the pen drive and selected my files, I’m clammy and overheating. My core aches and my pussy throbs as his fingers inside me locate a bundle of nerves I didn’t even know existed. Every time he presses on them, it feels like I’m on the brink of orgasm, and my entire body shakes apart.
“Think you can hold off until you’re finished transferring the files?”
I can’t speak. I no longer care about what really triggered Finn to finally caving, nor do I care that someone could walk in at any point. I just want to come in his arms and fall into bliss.
But I can’t. Because I also want to make him proud. It’s a strange tightness that pulls at my chest and I nod quickly, then drag the files across to his personal cloud, and the transfer begins. Then, my hand flies over my mouth as the speed and power of Finn’s hand becomes a blur. The higher the bar of transfer moves, the faster his fingers fuck into me and I’m certain I’ll shake apart at the seams. My pussy throbs in time to my rapidly pounding heart and it takes all my concentration not to come there and then.
My whimpers and moans are held back only by my trembling fingers. My entire body is on fire and I am utterly in love with this moment. The bar finishes and I quickly close the files and disconnect my pen drive.
“Come for me.”
Finn’s words pull me over the edge and I orgasm with a scream I can’t smother. He doesn’t seem to mind as his fingers fuck into me through every ripple of pleasure and pulse of my muscles around his digits. My eyes roll back and weakness flows through my legs, causing me to slump in his arms against the desk.
“Good girl.”
Holy fucking shit.
Finn holds me close and his fingers slow. He holds me until my breathing evens out and only then does he pull his hand free. Bracing on the desk, I turn to face him and push strands away from my sweaty forehead, watching as he lifts his soaked fingers to his lips.
His eyes lock onto me and he holds my gaze as he starts to lick and suck my juices from his hand.
Holy. Shit.
How is this my life?