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Dr. Waylen Wright, my thesis advisor, is kissing me. God, he’s good at it. Teasing and testing, but the intensity electrifies me.

It feels like he’s ready to devour me.

A small noise escapes the back of my throat, and he groans into our kiss.

“I want to touch you.” His stern voice has gone husky, his short beard tickling my cheek.

I nod distractedly and gasp as his hands cup my waist, slide down to my hips and squeeze. His hands are big like Nick’s, confident but not quite as gentle. The soft growl at the back of his throat makes me hot, and his mouth is back on mine, demanding.

I finally break from my paralysis, sinking a hand into his hair. The move has him pressing us together harder, and I can feel his arousal.

Never in a million years did I think this would be a reality. Sure, I found him attractive on day one. Serious. A hard ass. His age making him more distinguished and handsome.

But this?

When his hands grope my ass, there’s no way of denying he’s turned on. The hard outline of his cock presses into my belly, and I don’t want him to stop touching me. Not any time soon.

He murmurs, “So fucking soft.”

And his mouth descends down my neck and shoulder, kissing, licking, biting.

My head tilts to the side to give him better access, my grip in his hair tightening enough that he gives me a sharp nip.

A soft moan escapes me, and my back arches, pressing my breasts against his chest.

Dr. Wright grinds us together harder.

Is it weird that I still think of him as Dr. Wright? As much as the physical connection is clear—very clear, we don’t have the emotional intimacy for me to think of him as Waylen.

That should deter me from letting this continue, but I can’t stop it. I want it.

I feel so un-fucking-believably powerful right now. It’s like I’ve broken his control. Bewitched him. And I don’t want to let go of that.

Especially since I know that I’m not his type.

The petty part of me wants to laugh in those nurses’ faces.

Wright’s mouth trails along the low cut of my shirt, and he tugs the loose opening down to unleash my breasts, grabbing, massaging, kissing, licking them…until he sucks one fully into his mouth.

My soft cry pierces the quiet room.

Tongue and teeth concentrate on my nipple until my thighs rub together from the barrage of heat pummeling me.

I’m so fucking wet.

He gives my other breast the same attention, and my knees weaken.

When he returns to my mouth, his kiss is hot, almost sloppy with need. Wright’s voice is so rough that it shakes me. “I want to fuck you.”

I shouldn’t let this happen, but I grapple with my own need. The way he’s touching my body is reverent.

He lifts my leg around his hip and rubs us together like he can feel the heat off me. His hand slips between us to touch and stroke me until I’m built up so high I’m squirming.

God, he’s skilled with his hands and mouth.

His kisses tease me as he waits for me to come to a decision. No pressure other than the groping nature of his hands on my body, the desire to please me. And himself, I’m sure.

But the focus he has on me is what makes me cave.

I nod, a near-silent yes has him lowering my leg, pulling back an inch.

“Turn around.” He meets my eyes, his a soft blue but so, so intense. This is how I imagined Dr. Wright when my fleeting lonely thoughts imagined someone in my bed. It may have happened once or twice.

I’m not ashamed that I’ve had several men in my fictional bed. And now, several in my real one. Well, not my bed, but…

His hands guide me around, placing my palms flat on his strong wooden door. Wright leans me, pulling my hips back to grind himself against me again.

The length of him has me whimpering.

“Keep still. Right here.”

Then, those big hands tug open my jeans, peeling them over my hips and down my knees until he’s crouched behind me. Grabbing handfuls of my ass has me all too aware that my panties aren’t anything sexy.

He doesn’t seem to care, grazing his teeth against my bare flesh as he inches them down.

It makes me jump and squeak in surprise, and his laughter spreads his hot breath over my skin. I can feel his smile before he stands behind me again.

This time, when he presses us together, I can feel the hot skin of his cock between my thighs, rubbing against me and spreading the slick of my arousal over his shaft.

My murmurs are almost a plea. God, he’s riling me up so expertly, and I don’t chance trying to take control. Every move Wright has made indicates his need to be in charge.

A swift swat on my ass confirms it, but the way he rubs the sting from my skin shows me he’s not a sadist.

When his cock splays my lips and slowly, ever so fucking slowly, presses into me, my knees almost buckle. I haven’t fully slept with a man in more than a year. And Wright is nice and thick without being too big.

The burn of his stretching me open has my thighs shaking.

“ Fuck. ” Again, his voice makes it seem like he’s living in some kind of dream. His hips pump, finding a spot that has me clamping down on him, and his head drops to my hair. “You feel so damn good.”

Grip tightening on my hips, Wright finds a rhythm that has me climbing—not too fast, not too slow—and I’m struggling to catch my breath as he groans softly. The wet sound of us coming together is so erotic in this silent space.

His hips thrust with more power, and I sink back to take it to his murmured approval.

“Look at how well you take me.” Wright’s hand smooths over my ass again. “The way you jiggle from the force of my hips…Fuck, it’s intoxicating.”

Who knew having someone praise me like this would be so hot?

My entire body coils tight, and his touch glides up me, over my stomach to where my tits hang free. I’m surprised when he doesn’t grab them, just keeping his palm open for my nipples to harden and graze over his rough skin.

The barest touch has pleasure spike and spiral down to my core, and I get another hum of approval against my ear. He pinches my nipples but not roughly, just a constant pressure that has my orgasm looming close.

“Look at those little rose buds. So small and tight. And you like it when they’re handled. Sucked on. Pinched.”

It feels like he’s waiting for me to respond, so I nod. “Yes.”

“Mmm. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me like this?” Fingers twisting a little, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Pleasure crests, and I’m shaking, my core convulsing.

He drops my breasts, a hand weaving into my wet hair to arch me back. My palms barely keep purchase on the door where he’s ordered me to stay.

The angle sharpens, and I’m free-falling off that cliff, plunged into the overwhelming pleasure as his cock plunges deeper.

“Good girl.” His husky voice slides over my neck.

When my legs weaken, he pauses, fully seated inside me, an arm around my middle to help keep me up, and although his cock is pulsing with me, he hasn’t come.

“Can you take more?”

Sucking in big lungfuls of breath, I nod. I think I can. I’ve never climaxed like that from simple penetrative sex, but I know I can come at least twice from other methods.

“Do we need to change positions, or can you stay where I’ve got you?”

I test my legs, my arms, and take a few breaths. “I’m okay. I can’t promise how long I’ll last this way though.”

His rough, sensual laugh vibrates against my skin. Wright’s arm around my waist squeezes. “I’ve got you. Just let me know if you need a change.”

Wow, that was actually thoughtful. Sweet. As in charge or dominant as he seems, it doesn’t make him inconsiderate.

“Okay.”

I can feel his smile when he parrots, “Okay.”

Wright thrusts again, slowly at first, and then in earnest once again.

The pleasure is high and hot and almost too much. Every stroke pangs against the fall off of my first orgasm, twisting the sensations into something almost painful but not quite.

When Wright’s hand on my waist slides down to my clit, my arms wobble, and he guides me to lean on my forearms instead of my hands. The move drops me lower, curves my back for a different angle, and he returns to strumming the sensitive nub between my legs.

It yanks a shuddering moan from me, which Wright echoes with his own low moan.

But everything is too sensitive, I reach down to still his hand, making him nip at my ear before he retreats. A small admonishment for pushing back at his control, but it’s clear he wants to make me comfortable. Doesn’t want to push me too far.

Yet.

But when his hand curves over my cheeks, then down between them, rubbing against my ass like he wants to test me.

A shiver runs through me. Delight.

“Hmm. You like that, do you?”

My nod is a little frantic.

He strums me like I’m his favorite instrument. “Good. Next time…”

His thumb dips in, putting light pressure against all of those nerves, and we groan together.

“I’m going to play with this little hole.” The small little pops of his thumb have me losing my hold on my muscles.

Wright wraps his arms around me and hauls me over the arm of his small couch, tucked in the corner. “Better?”

“Yeah.” I grab hold of the leather cushion as he returns to his thrusting and teasing, muffling my cry into the edge of it.

“I’m glad the thought of me fucking in your ass makes you so excited.”

My laugh is half garbled as he grows more insistent for his own pleasure.

“I want to take advantage of every part of you.” His thrusts pick up speed and force, and I’m rocking against the soft arm of the couch, my toes barely touching.

“You willing to let me fuck your mouth? Your little asshole? To conquer you completely?” A deep possession laces his voice. I never thought I would like such a thing.

I would—I would let him. And I bet I’d love it.

A hard slap connects with my ass. “Answer me, Olivia.”

“Yes.” A new orgasm is climbing its way through me, reaching out to every part of my being.

His low growl tells me that he can feel it. A slight angle change of his hips has me almost screaming into the couch cushion. I’m so wet, I’m dripping.

A few grunts accompany the hard pumping. “Almost there.”

God, it feels so good that I’m almost sobbing. And when I finally crash, Wright follows shortly after, rocking us together, milking every bit of pleasure from me that he can.

Soft kisses drop across the back of my shoulders, in my hair.

His big hands soothe me in sweeping strokes. Small hushing whispers in my ear. I get one more good girl out of him before he pulls away.