Tempting(19)

My arms were above my head, parallel with the wall behind me. In the dark of my apartment, I could barely make out his eyes, glittering as he lifted my shirt above my head, ripping it from the tops of my hands. His hands clutched my ribcage, squeezing, as his thumbs brushed just under my bra. But instead of diving his hands under my bra, he covered my breasts with both hands, squeezing hard.

I yelled out, the sharp squeeze a direct hit between my legs. His lips came to my neck, sucking, biting, licking, as they made a path down my chest. He sucked my left nipple through the fabric of my bra, hard enough that I saw his cheeks hollow. The throbbing between my legs intensified, causing my hands to latch onto his shoulders, nails biting into skin.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, still squeezing my right breast as he gave attention to my left. “I bet if I touched you, you’d be soaking wet.”

“Yes,” I whispered, the only word I could manage when he pushed his hips against mine. His erection pressed against me and I found myself grinding on him, needing relief for the pressure building within me.

“No,” he said, abruptly pulling his hips from mine.

I could have whined in protest. But then his attention moved to my right breast, his mouth latching on to my nipple. After a second, he pulled away, meeting my eyes.

“What do we have here?” he asked, his voice a gruff whisper. He yanked the cup over my breast down, revealing the barbell in my nipple. He made a sound in his throat as his mouth descended, lightly licking the bud, flicking his tongue back and forth.

My hands loosened their grip on his shoulders as I watched him, his eyes on mine, his pointed tongue tracing a circle around the tip.

He hummed over my breast, the vibration shuddering into me, and brushed his scruff across the sensitive flesh, back and forth, taking his sweet time with my nipple ring. My legs trembled, the ache in my pussy growing in intensity. “Please…” I whispered.

“Shh,” he said sharply, and then bit down hard on my nipple. My hips thrust into him on their own volition, needing relief to the surge of desire that one bite caused. With my nipple still in his mouth, he rubbed his teeth back and forth. I could have come from the sharp sting of pain that blended into the most delicious pleasure alone. No man had ever made me come from nipple play before.



I tucked the memory into the recesses of my brain as the door opened and Nathan entered. He looked freshly showered, his hair glistening under the lights. Without acknowledging his class, he shrugged out of his black suit coat and pulled items from his bag. It was a ritual he performed every class. The mere act of him preparing for class caused me to cross my legs; the juxtaposition of this orderly professor and the man I’d fucked to be inconceivably sexy. With careful attention, he straightened his pens on his desk. Those same hands had dove into my hair, pulling, winding the tresses around his fist. He popped the lid on his thermos and took a long drink, his head tilted back and his throat pulsing as he swallowed. I could make out the flicks of moisture on his lips, a mirror of the way his lips had look after he’d tasted me, his eyes boring into mine. “Do you want to come?” he’d asked, his fingers spreading my lips apart, his thumbs brushing at my entrance.

Fuck. I was already forgetting that he’d completely ignored my email to him, leaving me lapsing into the memories of how he’d brought me up each time, only to pull back right before I tumbled into an orgasm.

What an asshole.

Nathan launched into this week’s focus, his eyes gliding over his students but not really looking at them. As he moved across the room, to the white board and to his desk as he spoke, I noticed something was missing from the week before.

The tension that had tightened his shoulders was gone, replaced with a relaxation that he wore all over his body. His eyes didn’t move to my direction once, avoiding my gaze like he avoided my email. But he remained completely at ease in his body language.

When he instructed us to read a passage from this week’s required reading, Jane Eyre, he sank back into his seat and focused on his paperwork.

I discretely pulled out my phone and opened up my email application. After darting a glance at him to make sure he wasn’t paying attention, I fired off a quick email.



From: Adele Morello

Date: Monday, September 21, 2015 01:29 PM

Subject: Friday

To: Nathaniel Easton



Did you receive my email I sent late Friday? I didn’t receive a reply, so I’m worried you missed it.



Adele Morello



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Smiling to myself, I tucked my phone away and focused on the chapter.

Several pages in, I felt eyes on me. I looked up, met Nathan’s gaze. His face would have been expressionless were it not for the tightness around his eyes. I eased up from leaning over my book, keeping my eyes on his. His attention didn’t waver for a second, he was so solely focused on me.