Page 14 of Teach Me Your Ways

I stumbled backward when she practically climbed up my body. I fell onto the couch, saving us both an embarrassing moment. In the back of my mind, I realized this was my office. She was a stranger. I had no idea who she was or what she wanted.

But the feel of her curves pressed against me, the way she nipped at my bottom lip, the little gasp she made when she straddled me drowned out every reasonable thought I’d ever had.

With the new position, I couldn’t resist the urge to check out that black lace. I pushed up the shirt, jerked down the lace, and immediately closed my mouth around her perky nipple.

“Oh shit,” she moaned. She ground her hips against my hard cock. Heat enveloped me.

What the hell had the woman done to me? I felt like I was under a spell. With her hips doing hard, slow circles against my cock, I continued to devour one nipple and then the other. I needed two mouths and six hands. I wanted to touch her everywhere at once.

She moaned again with her hands tugging at my hair. Tugging and pulling me against her boobs at the same time. I got lost in her.

“Woah! Is that a Roman promise pendant?”

I pulled back, her nipple popping free. I looked at her face. I wasn’t sure if I was lust drunk or if she really just asked me that.

“It is,” I said. “It’s super hot that you know that.”

She flushed. “Yeah. Sorry. It’s nerdy, I know. I’m a grad student in anthropology. I should’ve just shut up. Let’s keep going⁠—”

“Oh no,” I said, my stomach plummeting. I pushed her off me, moving as quickly as I could to put some distance between us.

She blinked. “Wait, what’s wrong?” She jerked the lace over those perfect tits and pulled the shirt down. Her lips were pink and puffy from our aggressive kisses.

“I don’t mess around with kids from the university,” I said.

Her jaw dropped. “Kids? Excuse me⁠—”

“It’s a rule I have. A hard one. I don’t care how hot you are, or how grown you think you are. You’re from the university. That makes this impossible. I want to fuck you and that’s not good. Bad. So bad.”

“I’m not a kid,” she retorted.

“I believe you,” I said. “But this isn’t about you. It’s about me. And I’ve been around this block before. It doesn’t end well.”

She shook her head. “One second you’ve got your face buried in my tits and the next you’re shoving me out the door.”

“I’m nicely asking you to leave. For your sake and mine. If I had known who you were, I would have never let it get this far.”

She hesitated, stunned. And then she shot me a dirty look. I watched her pull the shirt over her head. The black lace dared me to go back for another round but it was quickly hidden away when she pulled on her wet shirt.

“Asshole,” she muttered and stormed out the door.

I flopped back on the couch, still hard as hell, still tasting her on my lips, still catching the faint scent of vanilla, and shook my head.

“Fuck me,” I groaned.

I had dodged a bullet but there was a part of me that was regretting it. Never ever had I lost control like that. Maybe I had drank more than I thought. No. I was stone-cold sober. Whatever just happened was on me. I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol.

She just had that kind of allure. Too bad she was a damn student. Nothing could ever happen between us.