8. Vincent
Chapter 8
Vincent
N ow that Elle had changed her major, she had a lot of ground to make up if she wanted to get a decent grade on her midterms. I wished I could visit her. I wished I could simply stop by and deliver some coffee and snacks to keep her going. But there was no reason for a professor to be in the dorms.
Besides, any time we were together on campus outside of class was risky. We could be seen. Rumors could start circulating. Elle didn’t need any more scrutiny than what she already endured from her family.
Despite Elle’s decision to study English, we both agreed it was better that she didn’t attend my class. Neither one of us needed the distraction. It would have been the perfect excuse to see her, even if I couldn’t touch her, taste her, kiss her.
Only one week had passed since I’d had a naked Elle on my kitchen table, eating her out. And I was going stir crazy. I needed her again so badly that my bones ached with it.
While I was in my office one day, my phone buzzed with a text. I glanced at the screen to see Elle’s name. We’d swapped phone numbers that night when she showed up on my doorstep. Even though we couldn’t see each other in-person as often as we’d like, we could text and call as much as we wanted. Although I had to continually remind Elle that it had to be within reason.
No skimping on your studies for dirty talk with your professor.
You ruin all my fun, she shot back with a smile in her voice.
I opened the text from Elle and my heart rate skyrocketed.
Studying in the lib at 5pm. Hoping to run into my prof.
A selfie was attached, showing her in a red plaid mini skirt and a V-neck top that displayed her plumped cleavage. She winked at the camera with a flash of her pink tongue caught between her teeth.
What a little fucking tease.
I sucked in a breath and placed the phone face down on my desk. Jesus Christ, she was going to be the death of me.
The university library was huge—massive. And in the late afternoon, it would be quiet, mostly empty. No one would think twice about a professor and a student bumping into each other there.
I should tell her no.
But she knew damn well that I wanted this as much as she did.
Two hours later, I found myself walking through the library doors. A quick scan of the lobby showed no sign of her near the study nooks set up by the windows. I considered sending a text to ask where she was, but I hadn’t told her I was coming, and the thrill of the chase was more exciting anyway.
I veered right and disappeared into the stacks, pretending to look for a title that eluded me. Private study rooms lined the western wall of the library, but I saw no sign of Elle there either.
I continued to search the first floor, winding my way between the shelves.
Still no Elle.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I headed up to the second floor. Less than a handful of students were scattered throughout this level, headphones on, bent over books or laptops.
Then I spotted her.
Tucked into a corner of the Greek and Roman mythology section, she diligently scribbled notes as she consulted the books sprawled before her. She checked her phone and sighed, tapping at the screen.
My phone buzzed in my pocket with a text. I pressed my palm against it to muffle the sound. She was probably asking where I was by now. Smiling to myself, I slipped down a nearby aisle until I came up behind Elle. I leaned over her, bracing my hands on the table to block her in as I pressed my lips to the hollow beneath her ear.
“Miss Roche,” I whispered. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Fucking finally ,” Elle replied with a sigh. “I thought you blew me off.”
She turned her head, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled me down for a frantic, hungry kiss. Someone coughed a few rows over and Elle broke away, touching her lips as if I’d burned her.
I straightened to a standing position and squeezed her shoulder for reassurance before I checked the surrounding aisles.
“Coast is clear,” I said.
Elle sagged with a breath of relief.
“Aren’t you the one who suggested meeting in the library?” I asked.
She shrugged.
“Yeah, because I thought it would be fun to make out somewhere public and not get caught, but I had no idea it would be this stressful.”
I slid my hands into my pockets and rested my shoulder against a bookshelf, watching her.
“Would you like me to leave?”
“Absolutely not.”
She pushed out of her chair and hurried over to me, curled her fingers into my shirt, and rose up on tiptoe to kiss me. I groaned against her mouth. My hands were out of my pockets in an instant, cupping her ass with a squeeze.
God, I missed this. I missed her .
I grasped her waist and pushed her back just far enough to look her in the eyes.
“Before we get carried away,” I said. “Did you meet with a counselor?”
Elle wrinkled her nose, fiddling with the button at my collar.
“Yes, I did. It’s a lot of talking. I have a standing appointment every week.”
“What about your grades?” I asked.
“They’re doing better. I’m at a solid B and C average, instead of D’s and F’s.”
“That’s good,” I replied. “You can improve a bit more though. I know you have it in you.”
“Is this some weird brainiac version of foreplay? Or orgasm denial?”
I chuckled and brushed my knuckles against her cheek.
“Both. Trust me, I’m just as tortured as you are.”
“I doubt that,” Elle countered. “It doesn’t matter though. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
My hands settled on her hips.
“What do you mean?”
“My dad hasn’t said anything about my change of plans,” she replied.
“Ah.”
“Yeah.” She rubbed her forehead, looking distracted. “I know he won’t be happy about it, and I’ll get one hell of a shitstorm for it. He’s not usually this…quiet. It’s freaking me out.”
“Hey,” I said softly, cupping her chin. “Don’t think about it. Your grades are improving. You’re in classes that cater to your strengths now. Things are looking up.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Elle protested. “I’m feeling really good these days. I mean, the homework is brutal, but I like it. And I like you,” she added, sliding her arms around my waist. “But I’m scared that something will happen to take that all away.”
I shook my head.
“It won’t. I promise.”
“You can’t make that promise, Vincent,” she murmured. “If you interfere on my behalf, you could lose your job.”
I said nothing, knowing she was right. All I could do was make sure my girl was strong enough to weather whatever came her way.
“Worrying about it won’t help your studies,” I said.
Elle snorted.
“I can’t exactly just shut my brain off.”
I raised an eyebrow. Challenge accepted.
“We’ll see about that. Turn around.”
A flicker of interest flashed in her eyes.
“What do you have in mind?”
I took her by the hips and turned her around, pulling her back against my chest. For a moment, I held my breath, listening to our surroundings. A student shuffled papers nearby. A page was busy shelving books directly across from our section. Far enough away that she couldn’t see or hear us.
“Not a peep, Miss Roche,” I whispered in Elle’s ear. “Only quiet students are allowed in the library.”
I smoothed my hands down her thighs, guiding them apart. She pushed her ass back against me, wiggling and grinding.
“Whatever you say, Professor,” she said, playing along.
I grabbed the hem of her mini skirt and shimmied it up around her hips. The barely-there black thong she wore underneath made a growl rumble deep in my chest. I traced a fingertip over the fabric, lightly caressing her clit.
Elle whined and clutched my arm locked around her waist, trying to arch her hips into my touch.
“Sit still,” I murmured against her hair. “You don’t want me to change my mind, do you?”
“No, sir,” she said in a strangled voice.
I hummed with amusement and scraped my teeth over the curve of her neck. Elle’s knees trembled. She leaned back against me as if she could meld our bodies together if she got close enough.
I brought my free hand up until I found the soft mound of her breast. I squeezed it, pressing two fingers against Elle’s clit. She gasped and writhed.
“Have I turned your brain off yet?” I asked.
Elle shook her head.
“Keep going. You’ll have to work harder than that.”
I tugged her shirt down, tracing the lacy edge of her bra. When I swirled my thumb over her nipple until it became a stiff little peak, Elle reached back and dug her nails into my thigh. My cock throbbed against her ass.
“So indecent, Miss Roche,” I said.
Without giving her a chance to reply, I hooked two fingers under her thin panties until I found the tight, wet heat of her pussy. I slid in easily with a slick sound that sent all coherent thought flying from my mind except one word.
Mine.
I pinched her nipple between two fingers, rolling it in time with the slow stroke of my fingers, knuckles-deep inside her pussy.
“Oh my God ,” Elle gasped, dropping her head back against my shoulder.
Her hand on my thigh strayed to my cock. I twisted my hips to the side.
“No touching, Miss Roche,” I said. “Not unless I say so.”
“But I—”
She broke off with a strangled sound as I added a third finger. Time seemed to stand on tiptoe with Elle, trembling on the edge, vibrating with pleasure like a plucked guitar string. My hands were full of her. It took every ounce of self-control I could muster to stop myself from stripping her down right here, right now, and fucking her until she was limp with satisfaction.
“Do you feel that stretch, baby?” I asked, my lips brushing her ear as I spoke.
Elle gave a hurried nod.
“It’s nothing compared to my cock,” I added. “You could have chosen a frat boy. You could have picked some dumb, fumbling college kid who wouldn’t even know how to get you off.”
“I—I didn’t want…them,” Elle managed to stutter.
I smirked as I pressed a kiss to her neck. She shuddered, her scorching hot, silky walls gripping my fingers like a vise.
“No,” I said. “You wanted an older man—twice your age. You wanted someone with a firm hand to utterly ruin you. Is that right?”
Elle didn’t get a chance to respond. A pair of voices emanated from somewhere nearby, coming closer. I glanced up, scanning the area for signs of movement. To my left, I caught a glimpse through the stacks of a librarian with a student, headed our way.
“The philosophy section is right over here.”
I swore under my breath and tightened my grip on Elle. My fingers went still, buried in her pussy while her arousal dripped down my knuckles. We were safe here as long as the student didn’t start to browse.
Elle grabbed her skirt and started to push it down.
“Don’t,” I said.
She froze.
“Do you need help with anything else?” the librarian asked the student.
“This is great. It’s just what I was looking for.”
I didn’t budge as I watched the librarian return to her desk. Elle’s walls fluttered around my fingers. The student was three aisles away from us. He lowered his backpack to the ground with a soft thump.
He wasn’t going anywhere for a while.
“Cover your mouth,” I said.
Elle obeyed. My heart felt like it would hammer through my chest. This was a stupid idea. I should make her decent, and send her away.
But I couldn’t let go. It was bad enough waiting to bury my cock inside her. Getting her this close to the edge gave me tunnel vision, ignoring the risks in favor of chasing forbidden pleasure.
I picked up my pace, fingering Elle harder, faster. Her legs twitched, threatening to close on me. I used my wrist to keep her thighs open as I hammered against her g-spot.
Elle squirmed, whimpering into her palm clamped tightly against her mouth. When I grazed my thumb against the stiffness of her clit, I could tell she was so close.
“Turn around,” I said.
On shaky legs, Elle turned to face me. I curved my hand around the back of her neck and tucked her into my chest. My gaze continually scanned the library for surprise visitors as I slotted my fingers inside her again.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “You’re squeezing so tight, love. Go on. Come all over my fingers. Show me just how desperate you are for my cock.”
Elle whined and clawed at my chest, burrowing into my shoulder. Her body seized, clenched. I curled deep into her pussy, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit. She shattered with a muffled scream against my shirt.
Dark satisfaction curled around my spine. I whispered sweetly against Elle’s hair, holding her as she shivered with aftershocks. When her legs wobbled, I wrapped an arm around her waist for support. Her exposed nipples rubbed against my torso.
The student gathered his backpack and walked away, leaving us blissfully alone again.
Elle raised her head, blinking the lusty haze out of her eyes. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. She smiled like a cat drunk on cream.
“Can I return the favor?”
When she reached for my belt, I stopped her and shook my head.
“That was enough risk-taking for one day.”
“I’ll be quick,” she promised.
“Keeping you cock-hungry seems to be motivating you very well,” I pointed out. “I wouldn’t want you to lose your momentum.”
Elle huffed with exasperation. I laughed softly.
“But I’ll take a memento to remember the occasion,” I offered.
Kneeling before her, I slid my hands up her legs. Then I tugged her panties down and tucked them in my pocket. Smoothing her skirt into place, I rose to my feet and gave her ass a little pat.
“Back to work, Miss Roche,” I said. “I’ll see you another time.”
Elle beamed and caught my hand as she passed, giving it a squeeze.
“I look forward to it, Professor.”
She returned to her table, rubbing her thighs together as she sat. Probably savoring that rush of post-orgasm warmth.