“Does it matter?”
“I’m curious,” I said, throw his words back at him like he had mine.
He slowly reached behind him, grabbed his glass, and then threw back the last of the alcohol. His gaze was intense as he set the empty glass back down. “Curiosity killed the cat, sweet thing. It’d be better if you tamped down that particular desire.”
My eyes narrowed as he approached me. “That just makes me even more interested.”
He stopped in front of me then bent right down. His hands planted on either side of me on the bed, and I had to lean back a little to maintain eye contact.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” he murmured.
My heart thumped. There was nothing hotter than a man who quoted literature.
He reached over to the clock on the nightstand and looked at it before meeting my eyes again. “We have time to kill.”
I cut my eyes to the clock. We had twenty minutes before I had to log on. This conversation was clearly going nowhere. Although I had the crazy desire to force him to quote more books, I also wanted…more.
I wanted to know what he was hiding. Until I got that, though…
I grabbed the bottom of my dress and tugged it up my body with a tiny jerk of my hips. I pulled it over my head, dropped it onto the bed next to me, then lay back.
His hot gaze swept my body, setting my skin on fire. I kept my attention on him as his wandered across my body, from the hot-pink lace bra cupping my breasts to the tiny, pink thong hiding beneath the garter belt, which was attached to the silky, black stockings covering my legs. My lips quirked to one side even as heat flooded my body.
We had time, and I wanted to play.
“See something you like, Professor?”
He snapped his head up, and his eyes met mine with a blazing ferocity that screamed need. He quickly moved up the bed and covered my body with his. His erection pressed into my inner thigh as he dropped his mouth to mine and kissed me. There was nothing gentle about it.
It was a teeth-clashing, lip-biting, tongue-battling kind of kiss. Raw and primal.
It drove me wild.
He dove his hands into my hair. I grasped at his back and bent one of my legs, hooking my toes in the pocket of his jeans. Then I shifted. His cock pressed fully against me now, and my clit throbbed as the roughness of his pants beat out the softness of my underwear. My hips bucked against him. The tiniest moan left me as the combination of him grasping my hair and the pressure on my clit forced pleasure up and down my spine.
Jordan reached between us and wasted no time before sliding his hand between my legs. The meager fabric of my thong was no match for his powerful fingers as they pushed inside me. I arched my back as he moved his hand against me as roughly as he kissed me.
It was pleasure and punishment wrapped up into one ball just waiting to explode.
I ground my hips against his hand. His thumb was pressed on my clit, and with every movement, I moved a little closer to the edge. Until he paused, his fingers buried inside me, curled up. It only lasted a second as he unclipped my bra and covered one of my nipples with his mouth. He fucked me with his fingers again as his tongue rolled over and around my nipple, making it ache so much that it hurt.#p#分页标题#e#
My breathing was heavy and my heart pounding dangerously fast. I’d started this with control, but he’d taken every bit from me, and I was more than happy to surrender everything else just as long as I could reach the end of this pleasurable ride.
I could barely think straight as I reached down and cupped his hard cock with my hand. His hips jerked, and I squeezed lightly. He stilled then pulled his hand from me. And, with one last flick of my nipple, he brought his mouth to mine and whispered, “You have a show to do.”
Then the bastard got up, leaving me close enough to an orgasm that I had a problem.
He barely looked over his shoulder as he took his glass and headed out the door.
Fine. He wanted to do it that way? He wanted to fuck with me like that?
Two of us could play that game.
I sat up and opened my laptop. It quickly loaded up, and I opened the Dalton page. It took me seconds to log in and open my chat room.
Three people joined within seconds.
I got up, threw my bra off, and moved the laptop to the nightstand, angling it so both the floor and the bed could be seen. Then I hit the button to set the video feed to live and sat back on the bed. Four more people joined.
Jordan was about to get a taste of his own medicine.
Wordlessly, I grasped my breasts in my hands and massaged them, making sure to pay my nipples extra attention. It didn’t take long for the money to start being sent. Five dollars, ten dollars… Every few seconds, the screen flashed. I moved one hand down my body, and, lying back now, slipped it over my underwear. Heat shuddered through me as my fingertips brushed my clit.