Professor: A First Time Novel(33)
And that does it. I cry out as the orgasm crashed over me, making my whole body sing and explode as his tongue drives me right over the edge.
I’m still gasping as he pulls me back into his lap in his office chair, stroking my cheek and holding me tight as I clutch at his chest. “You-” I look up into his eyes. “You are far too good at that?”
He grins.
*****
We’re pulling our clothes back on, later, after I’ve ridden his fat cock and felt him explode deep inside of me, when my phone buzzes with a text. It’s Ally: “Theme party tonight at Phi Kappa - togas and masks…perfect for your mystery boyfriend!”
I’m staring at the phone when Liam comes up behind me an nuzzles my neck. “Whats is it?”
“Oh, nothing,” I say, putting the phone down and shaking my head. It’s a stupid idea, even if the thought of being out in public with Liam does sound fantastic.
“Nothing, huh?”
I turn and purse my lips as I look up at him; him, this man who’s making me feel and opening up this whole new side of me. “I- I mean, do you want to-” I groan. “It’s a stupid idea, forget it.”
“Hey,” he grins as he catches my jaw in his hand and leans in to kiss me. “Whatever it is, it’s not stupid.”
I sigh. “Well, you asked. Want to come to a frat party tonight with my roommate and I?”
He arches a brow, a smirk on his lips. “A party?”
“It’ll be fun?”
He rolls his eyes. “Ellie, I teach here.”
“Yeah, but it’s a mask party,” I say quickly. Liam looks at me like he’s trying to weight out how serious I am about this. Heck, I’m trying to weigh that out.
“It’ll be fun, huh?”
I nod, biting my lip. “I know it’s bad, I just… I just want to be out with you. And it’d be great for you to meet Ally,” I grin. “Even with a mask on.”
He sighs heavily, and I slip my arms around his waist. “I just want to show you off, that’s all.”
He pulls me into lap as he sinks back into his desk chair. “Show me off, huh?”
I feel my face flush. “Well, yeah, cause you’re sort of wonderful, you know.”
Liam laughs. “You sure know how to sweet talk a man.”
“I can think of a few other sweet things I can do to this man,” I say breathily, feeling my cheeks blush at even saying something like that.
He laughs though, pulling me into him. “I’ve created a monster.”
I giggle. “Yep!”
He hold my gaze, his eyes searching mine, before he starts to nod. “Alright, fuck it; yeah.”
“Yeah?”
He kisses me. “Yeah, lets go to the mask party.”
“Mask and toga party, actually.”
His brows shoot up. “What?”
“Can’t back out now!” I say with a laugh, throwing my arms around him and kissing him fiercely.
Chapter 20
Ellie
January in coastal New England seems like possibly the last time of the year you'd want to throw a toga-themed party, but never-the-less, the festivities are in full swing by the time we get there.
The fraternity house is just off campus, and it’s pretty much exactly the place you'd imagine it to be - a little grungy, a little dirty, smelling a lot like beer, and full of people.
There’s another flash of apprehension as we move through the front door and into the crowd as people start to to turn and see us, but I force myself to relax. We’re both wearing masks, and Liam’s even wearing a white spandex sports sleeve over his tattooed arm under his toga. No one knows who we are.
"So, ready to party?" I grin as I grab Liam’s hand and drag him through the front door.
He looks bewildered and a possibly more than a little out of his element amongst the throngs of college-aged kids chugging beer and grinding to hip-hop music, but really, so am I. He squeezes my hand back and shrugs like it’s nothing.
“What, this?" He rolls his eyes dramatically and grins back at me. “I’m going to show these kids how it's done."
I laugh and wrap my arms around him, peppering his cheek with kisses.
We went to a shopping center earlier a few towns over earlier to buy sheets for tonight, and someone had mistaken us for father and daughter. It wasn’t totally unbelievable considering he was more than double my eighteen years, but I was determined that tonight, no one would have any illusions as to the nature of our relationship, and they could think whatever they wanted about it.