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It wasn’t like I wanted to stop—it was the opposite. I wanted to take her in my arms and never let her go. I wanted to scream from the rooftops that she was mine, all mine, and no one else could ever have her. How had I become so possessive and territorial over this woman? How, in the last two months of knowing her, had she become everything to me?
But I knew if I lost her—if she walked right out of here and out of my life and never talked to me again, I knew that I would be the one hurting. The one with a hole in my heart, a vulnerability I had never opened myself up to until now. Until her. Because Noelle Hasting’s sunshiny personality had wormed its way into my heart, and I never wanted it to find its way out. But how did I explain all of that to her? How did I—without overwhelming her, and asking her to start something with me that she wasn’t ready for—tell her what I was feeling?
“Do what, Professor?” Noelle smirked suggestively. “We’re not doing anything. I’m just sitting here, in your office.”She crossed her knees, and I could see up her tiny little skirt.
“Noelle,” I said, narrowing my eyes, with a look that I hope conveyed I know what you’re doing.
“When I’m with you…” she breathed, and I felt a look of surprise pull over my features. “When I’m with you, I don’t think about anything. Not about my past, or my fears for the future. Because when it’s just us… just Matthew and Noelle… I can finally let myself feel things I’ve never let myself feel before, Matthew. I don’t want to lose that. I don’t…” She took a deep breath. “I don’t want to lose you.” Of all the things she could have said, well…What was this game we were playing?
What lines were we tiptoeing because neither one of us wanted to lose the comfort of each other? The warmth and strength that simply being with her gave me.
“Why did you ask me to come by today?” Noelle asked, her voice breathy and low.
“I needed you,” I murmured.
“Then have me,” she pleaded, leaning over me, her hair falling in front of her face.
I wanted her. Of course, I did. It was ever-consuming, always present, and absolutely maddening. But… “Noelle… baby… if we’re caught, if someone finds out—”
“Who said we were gonna get caught?” Noelle smirked, hand running up my thigh before it rested on my chest. Then she was leaning down into me, lips perched so close that I could feel her breath against my cheek.
“Noelle. I just—” I started, but she stopped me, placing a finger on my lips, and then she pressed her lips against mine, a sweet thing, gentle and caring.Just a peck, but the fire was already lit in me.
I let myself run my hands through her hair, burying them in her gorgeous red locks. She kissed the scruff of my beard—I needed to shave again—then the sides of my jaw, the crook of my neck, and when she pulled away, her brown eyes were alight with mischief, a desire that I could feel reflected in my own. The desire that was straining against the zipper of my pants. Never before had just kissing a girl made me so hard or made me want her so bad. But with Noelle…
I tilted my head at her, watching as her eyes lit up under my gaze, and I moved my hand to her cheek, thumb grazing her skin.“Noelle.”
“Matthew.”
I took a sharp inhale of breath. “I can’t—” I stopped. I can’t what? Want her, need her, be completely enthralled by her? But I didn’t even care anymore. “I can’t let you go, baby,” I said, and it was the truth, the whole truth. Mine. She was mine.
“I’m not going to leave, Matthew. I—I want this.” She shut her eyes, and I brushed back a piece of hair from her face.
“Good. Because I want you. I just want to make sure you’re ready… because I just can’t bear to be without my girl.”
Noelle’s hand was back on my thigh, and then it was moving towards my groin—her hand brushing over the part of my body that wanted her almost as much as my heart did. “Noelle,” I moaned as she cupped my dick through my pants.
“Noelle,” I said again, a warning this time, because as much as I wanted her, we shouldn’t do this again, not here, in my office. Even if it was late and no one was likely to be around. Because I wanted to fuck her until she screamed, and these walls were not conducive to that. “We have all week,” I whispered.
But, well… I also couldn’t leave with this bulge in my slacks, either, and as Noelle sat in front of me, one hand on my erection and the other on the waistband of my pants, I watched her lick her lips and knew I couldn’t stop her. Couldn’t stop her asshe kneeled in front of me, resting her legs on the back of her feet as she lowered her body under my desk.
“Let me,” she breathed out as she watched me from those warm brown eyes in the crevice of my desk, her nimble fingers slowly undoing the zipper, and then my cock was bare in front of her. Fuck. Noelle hummed as her small hand wrapped around the base of me, fingers not fully closing around my dick, as she pumped me one, two, three times—
Her mouth closed around the tip, tongue swirling around me, hand still moving as Noelle kept stroking me up and down. I took a sharp intake of air, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the back of the chair for only a moment as I tried to keep my voice low and breaths steady.
Then my eyes were back on the girl in front of me, on her knees for me with my dick in her mouth. “God,” I cursed, “Noelle,” I said her name like it was the only word on the goddamn planet that I knew like I was under her control, owned by every inch of her being. She was everything. She looked up at me, her lips forming a beautiful o as she sucked me, and her tongue exploring every inch of my length.
And then her hands moved to my thighs, settling in deeper before she adjusted herself to urge me further down her throat. “Baby,” I warned, not wanting her to choke around me, but she shook her head, taking a few seconds to regulate her breathing through her nose as I worked to still my hips, to let her do what she wanted to me, every touch of her soft hands a curse that I would bear silently.
“So good for me, sweetheart,” I praised, “on your knees, taking me so deeply.” I reached down, resting my hands on her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, wanting nothing more than to yank on it and pull and pull till she was crying for me to stop, begging for me to fuck her—
The thought made me twitch under her touch and I could feel the smirk on her lips—knowing how she was affecting me—and so I did bury my hands into her scalp, pulling her closer to me, letting her slide down so her lips reached the base of my cock and her forehead almost rested against my toned stomach, still covered by my gray sweater.
Suddenly, I was all too aware of the way I was saying her name under my breath as she let me fuck her throat—a breathless and needy Noelle, Noelle, God Noelle, Noelle, fuck. Noelle, Noelle, words that tumbled out and filled the silence of the room, and an “I’m going to—” followed only by her nod as I released my fingers from her hair and allowed her to pull back slightly before I was spilling inside her mouth, pouring down her pretty little throat.
I watched her as she swallowed—God, I’d never had a woman do that without asking before—before wiping her mouth and leaning her head up towards mine.
“Come here,” I said, pointing at my desk and urging her up off the floor. I wanted to make her come again, wanted to inhale the sounds of her orgasm, and then… well, next time, we would be doing this in a damn bed.
