Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Noah’s answering grin was lopsided and devilish. He licked my slit with the tip of his tongue as he madly worked to free himself. I strategically held the door closed in case a salesperson barged in, and watched him in the mirror, too overcome with lust to register anything but pure amazement at the sight of us. Ordinary me standing in a dressing room with a godlike sexy man at my feet, one hand around his cock, the other around mine, stroking me languidly as if awaiting permission.
Music thumped on the other side of the thin door, voices buzzed, but in here…it was only us.
“Do it. Suck,” I commanded.
I could have sworn he shivered, but my powers of observation fizzled when he swallowed me whole.
Noah bobbed his head, sucking and jacking me furiously. This wasn’t a leisurely blowjob. This was a race to the finish line where the goal was to give the maximum amount of pleasure as quickly as possible.
Instinctively, I knew what he wanted, so I grabbed a fistful of his hair and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth in short strokes. And as expected, he loved it. Noah scratched my ass cheeks and sucked a little harder, a little faster, while his hand flew over his cock.
This was a first for me. I’d never had any type of sexual encounter in front of a mirror and I’d definitely never engaged in dressing-room fellatio. It was sensual overload at its finest. There was no way I’d last. I was so close already. My balls were tight, my dick pulsed on his tongue, and—
Noah shuddered and tensed, and a moment later, I felt something wet on my calves. I glanced at the cum dripping from the tip of his cock and…that was all it took. My release zipped through me so fast I didn’t have a chance to warn him. He took it all, sucking me dry and pulling back to wipe the corner of his mouth.
And then he did something…unexpected. He licked my calves before hobbling to his feet and shoving his tongue between my lips. Gosh, that was sexy. I held him close and kissed him till we were both panting for oxygen.
“That was…why did you do that?”
“You told me to suck your cock. You were very adamant,” he replied innocently as he righted his clothing.
I chuckled. “I didn’t tell you to lick my leg.”
Noah’s Cheshire grin lit his face like a Christmas tree. “I clean my messes.”
I laughed. And once I started, I couldn’t seem to stop. “You’re…”
“Weird?” he offered, handing over my khakis.
“A little bit, yes. And amazing.”
His dreamy expression softened his features. “Thank you. I believe you have a purchase to make, ’cause if you’re not buying that blazer, I sure as hell will.”
“I think I’ll buy the mirror too.”
Noah grinned. “Good call. Get dressed, Professor. It’s lunchtime.”
He pulled the top two pairs of trousers from the stack on the dressing room bench, blew me a kiss, and disappeared.
I turned to the mirror as I peeled the jacket off and glanced up, idly wondering if there was a camera in here and why the thought didn’t freak me out.
Who was I?
6
NOAH
This was new to me. Sure, I’d had many torrid affairs with gentlemen I should have steered clear of and God knows, I’d dropped to my knees in far less auspicious establishments, but the second I walked out of that WeHo dressing room, I knew I was in trouble.
I had a big-ass crush on the Professor.
Like a crazy-mad big-ass crush. I wanted the right to stare at him and touch him in intimate ways that had nothing to do with sex—like linking my pinkie with his as he paid for his purchases, brushing his arm as we strolled along the busy sidewalk, resting my leg against his under the table at a sidewalk café.
We ate salads and shared french fries for lunch, chatting under a bright-yellow awning about everything and nothing at all. I told him about a client who was a curator at LACMA, which somehow morphed into a discussion about other museums in the area and the Griffith Observatory. Thomas was shocked that I’d never been. He described some of his favorite exhibits, like the Edge of Space and the Cosmic Connection. His eyes lit with excitement when he talked about the origins of the universe and the vast spectrum of time.
I’d bet his students loved him. He was passionate and intense in a way that made me curious about topics I’d never thought twice about before we met. My vivid classroom fantasy took on a whole new dimension. It was one thing to lust after an unknown professor-type, but Thomas was so much…more.
Okay, I didn’t know him in a real sense, and I wasn’t a fan of anyone knowing the real me either, but I genuinely liked him. And I liked being with him. My best intentions of gently severing ties after helping with his wardrobe woes flew out the window. See, I figured this quick shopping spree would be a gesture of goodwill after the “stepping on glasses and stealing a kiss” fiasco from last weekend.