7. Elle
Chapter 7
Elle
E very nerve in my body buzzed like a live wire. Stonebridge’s big hands encircled my waist, pushing my shirt up over my head. When his mouth closed around my nipple with slick heat, my brain short-circuited.
This isn’t what I came here for. I needed to talk—to hear someone sane, someone reasonable who actually believed in me. If I spoke to an advisor about my classes, I was worried the influence of my father’s money would taint them.
Professor Stonebridge was the only one who saw me for who I was. Not Giselle, not a member of the Roche family. Just Elle.
I threaded my fingers into his hair as the world melted away with every flick and swirl of his tongue. When his teeth scraped my nipple and ended in a teasing pinch, I whined with desperation, squirming on his lap.
His cock throbbed beneath me.
In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help feeling a little satisfaction at the memory of all those students theorizing about how big his dick was. They were right.
“Professor—” I pleaded, gripping his shoulders for stability and pressing myself down on that throbbing, insistent ridge in his pants. Thank God I wasn’t in his class anymore. I would never be able to focus again.
He pulled back to look up at me.
“As long as you’re sitting half naked in my lap,” he said. “You should call me Vincent. Save Professor Stonebridge for the classroom.”
I pressed my lips together, but I failed to hide the little smile that tugged at the corner of my mouth.
“All right, Vincent.” I loved the way his name rolled off my tongue. Plucking at the buttons of his shirt, I traced my fingers over every inch of skin I revealed. “You’re a bit overdressed for the occasion.”
“You seem to be taking care of that problem for me,” he replied.
I hummed in agreement as I finished with the last button and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Fuck me, he was gorgeous. It’s a shame he hid all this tight muscle under so many clothes. He sucked in a breath and his abs flexed when my knuckles grazed his ribs.
“Ticklish?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Liar,” I said with a smirk.
He huffed a laugh. Before I had a chance to do anything else, Vincent hooked an arm around my waist and hoisted me onto the table. I knocked over my cup with a wayward elbow and tea spilled onto the floor. Neither of us paid any attention to it.
Vincent flicked his gaze up to me as he kissed his way down between my breasts, down my stomach. He hooked two fingers under the waistband of my pajamas and snapped the elastic.
“These have to come off.”
A giddy bubble of anticipation swelled in my stomach. Holy shit, this was really happening. I had dreamed about this, but I hadn’t planned for it.
As Vincent tugged my pants off, I clutched the edge of the table for balance. He hooked his strong fingers behind my knees and coaxed my legs apart, maintaining eye contact as he opened me wide for him.
I forgot how to breathe.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Wet for me already.”
He dragged one finger with torturous slowness through my folds, circling my clit with just enough pressure that I trembled but I couldn’t come.
“I bet you fantasized about it all, didn’t you?” He continued. “My fingers, my tongue.” He paused and leaned in until his mouth was barely an inch away from mine. “My cock, stretching you out, filling you up.”
I clutched Vincent’s forearm, feeling lightheaded. He’d been so proper before, professional and appropriate. I liked seeing this filthy, dirty-talking side of him.
“Please,” I said. “I want you inside me.”
He clucked his tongue and his eyes darkened.
“Begging already? But I haven’t even tasted you yet.”
Vincent’s fingers indented the soft skin of my thighs as he lowered his head. He licked a wet stripe up my slit, closing his lips around my clit. When he sucked hard enough to make my legs twitch, I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle my whimper.
White-hot pleasure jolted through me.
He licked and swirled and sucked, and I was helpless to do anything but feel all of it. I locked my fingers in his hair. The cool surface of the table on my bare ass was a stark contrast to the scorching heat of his tongue.
Vincent shifted closer, guiding my legs over his shoulder. He slid two fingers inside me, curling upward, while he kept his mouth on my clit. It was too much, too good.
I came with a shout. The only reason I didn’t fall off the table was the support of Vincent’s broad shoulders. He kept working his fingers deeper inside me until I squirmed and pushed at his head to stop.
“Vincent,” I gasped. “Please.”
He drew back and swiped my slick off his chin. His hair was tousled after I’d yanked on it in the heat of the moment.
“That’s more like it,” he said.
Panting as if I’d just sprinted a marathon, I sat up and tugged at Vincent’s belt. He moved closer, letting me fumbled with his buckle.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a faint tone of amusement.
“Damn pesky clothes are in the way,” I replied.
He brushed his knuckles against my cheek, sliding one finger under my chin. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. The strain of fabric at his crotch was so goddamn tempting.
“You’re not getting any cock, love.”
I froze and finally glanced up at him.
“What? Why not?”
An infuriating smirk curved Vincent’s lips upward as he braced his hands on the table, bracketing my hips.
“You just decided to change your major,” he said. “That’s a lot of upheaval. You need to study.”
I yanked at his belt. Vincent caught my wrist.
“Leaving me sexually frustrated is guaranteed to ruin my focus,” I pointed out.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my temple.
“I gave you one orgasm, didn’t I?”
“But I want another,” I said like a petulant child.
Vincent leaned in and kissed me, softly at first, before he pressed my mouth open with his tongue. I melted against him, grabbing his hips and pulling him to stand between my thighs.
“Schedule an appointment with a counselor,” he murmured. “Tomorrow. You can do that for me, right?”
I sighed and nodded reluctantly.
“Fine. Although I don’t see how it will help. As soon as the counselor figures out that we’re fucking, they’re going to tell me I’m screwed up. I already know that.”
“Giselle,” Vincent said with that firm teacher voice.
I could drown under the intensity of those dark eyes, watching me. Maybe it was yet another sign that I was a needy mess, but I liked having his attention all to myself. I didn’t have to share him with the class when we were alone.
I placed my hand on his heart, fingertips following the line of his collarbone.
“Yes, Professor?” I replied, feigning an innocent tone.
He kissed the corner of my mouth—light and teasing. Then he nuzzled at my cheek, his breath fanning the curve of my neck.
“Be a good girl for me, and I’ll give you everything you want.”
My mouth went dry. That was one hell of a promise. And the rough, gravelly tone of his voice was a far cry from the teacher I’d come to know. I couldn’t wait to discover more to this side of Vincent.
“Everything?” I asked, gazing at him through my lashes.
Before he could reply, I ghosted my fingers over his cock and cupped him through his pants. His breath hitched with a deep, rumbling groan. He rolled his hips into my touch and rested his forehead against mine.
“Everything.”
I grinned and wrapped my arms around Vincent’s neck, pulling him close until we were flush together, skin to skin. I still had a lot of work ahead of me, but I felt like I could conquer the world as long as this man was on my side.