Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
It doesn’t matter that I’ve deleted the video. I can see it now, her orgasm-flushed cheeks, shivering lips, fluttering eyes, and the beautiful pleasure etched into every inch of her features.
I’ll be there in five, she texts back.
I spend the time sorting through some documents, getting ready for my next one-on-one.
When Della’s timid knock comes at the door, I forget everything. I leap to my feet and almost run to the door, pulling it open and staring down at her.
My heart feels like it expands in my chest, visions of the future beckoning.
I step back, gesturing for her to step into the office.
This time, I don’t try and move away. I move forward instead, and I get the sense she moves toward me intentionally. Our bodies brush.
She must be able to feel my solid manhood against her back, then I turn and close the door.
“What did you want to see me about?” she murmurs.
“What do you think?”
I breathe huskily as I lean down, grabbing her hips and guiding my lips to hers. She whimpers, cute and sexy at the same time, her hands rising as though with instinct, wrapping around my shoulders.
My hands tighten on her hips, pulling her closer to me. I snarl through the kiss, opening my mouth, our tongues finding each other.
She makes urgent moaning noises like she never wants me to stop.
I’m already going back on what we agreed to last night…
My hands are smoothing around from her hips to her plump, gorgeous ass. I push her cheeks together, my cock flooding with even more stiffness.
She grabs my chest, squeezing through my shirt, digging her fingernails in as she pushes away slightly, staring up at me.
“We said we wouldn’t do it here,” she murmurs.
“I know.” My voice shivers as I lean back, staring down at her kissable lips into her affectionate eyes. “Tell me to stop, Della.”
“I…,” she moans, making my balls ache. “I don’t think I can.”
We kiss again, then somebody walks by the window, laughing.
Della stops and turns, staring at the open window and the open curtains. I do the same, realizing our mistake.
Luckily, the students have their backs to us. They most likely didn’t see anything.
But they could have.
“Your job,” Della murmurs. “I can’t be the reason you lose it.”
I step back, even as my hands try to make me grab her again. Her ass felt as full as I knew it would, and now my mind is misty, obsessed, trying to get me to touch her.
“And I don’t want to disrespect you,” I say. “But it’s like….”
“What, Eli?” she murmurs, stepping close.
She stops a few inches short.
Now, anybody who looked in here might assume we were arranging something college-related, even if they could get suspicious at how close we are. Especially because, up until Della, I’ve only ever been professional.
“Like I’m addicted to you already,” I say passionately. “I want to take you someplace private right now. I want to….”
She’s shaking her head.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“The text stuff was a lot already,” she says quietly. “I mean…that was my first kiss. Right then.”
My balls swell, even more, my shaft roaring out for her hand, her sweet slit. My shaft yells at me to drive up inside of her, all the way, to feel her pussy pulsing around me like she’s trying to massage my seed for me…like she wants it all too, a life worth fighting for.
“I don’t want to rush you,” I tell her. “And I don’t want to rush myself either.”
“Rush…what do you mean?”
I laugh gruffly, turning away slightly. “I’ve never told anybody this before. But I’m a virgin too, Della.”
She stares at me for a second, and then her lips go hard. Her eyes glisten. It’s worse than the first time I tried to kiss her.
“Right,” she says, striding for the door quickly, head ducked, fists bunched at her sides. “I get it. I see how it is.”
Before I can ask what she means, she’s gone.
The door slams behind her.
And I’m left staring.
CHAPTER 11
Della
I sit at the back of the bus, my arms wrapped around my bag as though to defend myself.
All the memories from school, all the underhanded stuff Jess did.
It returns to me with violent force. Each bump in the road is like a nudge to my mind, making me think of the time she played an oh-so-funny prank that had me standing at the front of class, reading a report Jess wrote…a report in which she’d changed half the words, so it made no sense.
She knew I hated public speaking. She was grinning from the back of the class in this unique way.
Like she was telling me, You better take this as a joke, you better not challenge our status as friends.
I thought Eli was genuine… Elias, even, because there’s no point using a shortened version of his name, as though we actually had anything real to begin with.