He was so sure he’d been discreet about how he felt about her, up until that Friday. It turned out he couldn’t keep the lid tight enough on those feelings. Not from her.
“I’m surprised you picked that up,” he said. “I was disappointed sometimes. It wasn’t because you let me down. It was because I knew, no matter how strongly I felt about you, we could never happen.”
She smiled but he sensed she was melancholic.
“You know, part of my paying closer attention was also talking to you. I mean, we’d talked many times before but I was seeing you differently too. This young man had a way of making me laugh and sometimes he was mildly charming.”
He laughed. “Mildly?”
“Yes, mildly.” She grinned. “I thought he was handsome too and I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who thought so.”
He couldn’t think of anyone else who thought so but he realized he wouldn’t have known. He only had eyes for one woman. She was quite the charmer too.
“But more importantly, he was a good student and that made me feel like I was doing something right in my life.”
“Jess…”
“Is that enough evidence for you?”
“Yeah,” he said softly. “You could’ve given me a hint, you know?”
He put his empty plate next to hers on the coffee table. She considered his words. Then she stretched her legs out onto his lap and leaned back. He gave her a foot massage.
“I was scared. I’ve never been the type who can hook up with someone and forget about them. I didn’t know what you wanted and if I assumed too much then I’d get hurt again. Then there was also the ethical dilemma of getting involved with a student. It was a lot.”
“I understand. I was scared too. But it worked out in the end, right?”
“I think so, otherwise you wouldn’t be sitting on my couch and rubbing my feet.”
If he’d played it safe with Miss Bennett, he’d still be going to bed fantasizing about that very moment with her: on her couch, rubbing her feet.
The way she watched him made his heart beat harder. He pulled her foot against his hard-on. She bit the inside of her lip as she stroked his shaft. Her toes brushed his balls.
He caressed her leg. Her hand fell between her legs.
She fingered the strings of her pants and they fell aside. West throbbed against her foot. She slid her hand inside and touched herself. She moaned quietly. All the while, her eyes never left West’s.
She slipped her hand out and pointed a finger at him, beckoning him. He grabbed her wrist and took her finger in his mouth. Her scent, her taste was his addiction. This was his fix. He dragged his teeth over her finger.
“I need more than a taste,” he said.
They kissed, fiercely. Jess wrapped her arms around him and he hoisted her onto his lap. She grinded on his erection as it pressed between her legs. West ran his hands down her body, her legs, and clasped her ass. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and he shuddered. He was desperate for more. He peeled her hoodie off and threw it away.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Christ,” he muttered.
Jess bit her smirk. West kissed her again and fondled her breasts. Her ragged breathing made him throb between her legs. He kissed her under her chin and down her neck. She writhed on top of him and held the back of his head. Her fingers curled into his hair.
She sat up as he marked his way down her neck. He kissed the center of her chest and licked circles around her nipples. He glanced up at her: she exhaled through her mouth and met his eyes. She watched him anxiously as he teased her. When he finally sank his teeth into her, she threw her head back and moaned. West bit down harder and tugged. Her skin prickled. He sucked on her nipple as if her milk would spray into his mouth.
The thought could rip a hole in his pants.
When he pulled away, her skin was red and his underwear was wet. He gave her other breast the same attention. Jess stroked his head as he suckled her. Her breathing picked up and she squirmed on him.
“Don’t stop,” she muttered.
He murmured against her skin. She lowered her hand to touch herself. Feeling her body react gave him a rush that made the room an oven. Jess made small noises that escalated. West nibbled and sucked on her. He held her by her waist and brushed his bulge between her legs.
Her body steamed. She rubbed herself and cradled West’s head against her chest. Her legs trembled. Then she made a sharp, muffled noise. She bit down a loud moan and leaned into his ear to release it softly.
She blew steam into his ear. He blew steam out of his mouth.
She pushed him back to kiss him. Her body twitched while they kissed; he felt the subtle shifts even when she bit his ear. She sent a warm chill up his spine.
There were new marks on her neck and her chest. His saliva made her nipples shine. Jess smirked as she took deep breaths. Her hands fell against West’s pants. He kept his eyes on her. His pants came loose. She slithered off him, tugging them down along with his underwear.
It was getting harder to breathe.
She split his legs and got on her knees. She rubbed his thighs until she grasped his shaft in her hands. Clear fluid dribbled down as he throbbed in anticipation. She stuck her tongue out and cleaned the leak slowly. His heart punched his chest at the sight of that. She grinned before she put him in her mouth.
“You’re a–”
West groaned. She sucked him off and fiddled with his balls, taking her time, driving him wild. Her lips smacked when she pulled away, thin strands of saliva snapping between his tip and her lips. She looked up at him while she stroked him. It felt so good to slide in and out of her fist.
“Do you want me?” she asked.
West took his hoodie off. He was sweating underneath. He kicked his shoes and pants away and knelt in front of her to strip her down. She put her hands on his shoulders as she kicked her shoes and pants away.
He stood and they kissed naked in the middle of her apartment. West had one hand on her back and the other on her ass as she kissed him down his neck. Her hand cupped his balls as she sucked on his skin. The double sensation was electric. She walked toward her bed and pulled him along by his penis like a leash.
They kissed again, deeper and rougher. Jess laid on her bed and West descended on her. It turned him on to see her lie down for him. She was letting him do whatever he wanted with her. He dotted kisses down her stomach, her navel and inside her thighs. She shoved his head between her legs and fell back with a shaky sigh.
He relished eating her out. He knew how she liked it and he was eager to please her. She wet his nose and his mouth. He twisted his fingers inside her and pressed his tongue against the folds over her clit. She writhed and he held her down. He swallowed her juices as he rubbed his tongue against her. Her taste, her scent, her breathing made him leak on her sheets. She was close. He was close.
“West.”
He stopped and looked up at her.
She paused to breathe. Then she laid her hands on his face and leaned in.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
There was an urgency in her voice and her eyes held him captive. He didn’t answer her with words. He kissed her, letting her taste herself. He dragged his teeth over her tongue as he pulled away. She opened her legs and held his waist. He entered her slowly. A hot chill shot up his body and a low groan escaped his throat. Jess gasped and held his gaze. He lowered himself onto her and pressed deeper into her.