I undress slowly for him as he watches me and his breathing becomes labored.
“Clarissa, you’re so damn sexy. I find myself thinking about you night and day,” he says, running his hands through my hair as he kisses me hard. I reach down and start to take off his pants and then he pulls his shirt over his head. My hand wraps around his rigid shaft and I stroke him.
“You’re killing me you know,” he says looking down at me. We crawl into bed and I want his hands on me, touching me as only he can. His touch sends shivers of pleasure through my entire being. His skilled fingers know just the right pressure to stroke the sensitive nub between my folds to leave me begging for him. It scares me how addictive sex is with him. How much longer until he discards me and moves on? I can’t stop to wonder, I’m heady with lust for this man and I can’t control it. He’s stoking the fire between my legs as his tongue is caressing my nipple. I want to cry F*** me already, but I fight the urge.
“Professor, I’m so wet and ready for you, please…” I find myself begging.
“Please what, Miss Clarkson?” he taunts.
“I want you inside me, filling me, please…” I’ve never had to beg before.
“Is this what you want?” he teases, rubbing his crown along my slick fold.
“Yes,” I say breathlessly as I thrust my hips at him, trying to get him to slide into me, so lost in my desire I almost forget protection. But thankfully he doesn’t forget as he moves away to reach into his nightstand drawer. Once he is sheathed I part my legs for him as he rolls on top of me and slides his glorious hardness deep into me.
“Ahhhh, yes, yes, yes…” I moan out as he thrusts all the way in and out again.
“You feel amazing,” he breathes into my ear. “I’ve thought about sinking into you all day, even when I saw you walk into class this morning…”
“Me too,” is all I can pant out as I get lost in my desire for him. I wrap my legs around his hips and I roll my hips into him as he pumps into me over and over. God, he feels so good. After we come together he rolls off me and onto his back as he struggles to catch his breath.
“You are addictive, Professor,” I gasp.
“The same can be said about you Miss Clarkson,” he murmurs. His words send another tingle down between my legs.
“We’re playing with fire, aren’t we?” I ask, gazing at him. He doesn’t answer me right away as he lightly strokes my arm with his fingertips.
“I know,” is all he says finally. “I want to be able to take you out; I’m feeling guilty about always just staying in.”
“That would be nice, but what if we run into someone from school?” I ask not wanting to take the risk. He rolls on top of me, covering me with his hard body.
“Come away with me for the weekend. My family has a home in Montecito. It will only take us a couple of hours to drive up there. We can go out up there and reduce the risk of running into someone who would recognize us,” he suggests, brushing his lips against mine.
“That sounds lovely,” I say, smiling at him adoringly. Wow, spending the weekend together, I’m both excited and nervous at the prospect of it all.
*****
Screw the bet. I like Grant too much to sleep with someone else right now. I know in my heart it wouldn’t be who I am. It just wouldn’t feel right. I’ve never succumbed to peer pressure and I’m not about to start now.
Should I come clean and tell Grant about the challenge? He actually may find it amusing.
~~To Be Continued~~
~~In Close Encounters Book 3~~
Close Encounters 3
New Adult and College Romance Series
Book 3
By
C.C. CARTWRIGHT
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright ? 2015 by C. C. Cartwright
ONE
DEENA
I’m a girl that enjoys sex. You might say I consider it a recreational sport. Please don’t hold that against me. At least I’m up front about it. University life is so awesome; I love it here at USC. I’m a fun-loving girl and have I been having fun!
Lost my virginity my senior year of High School to the love of my life at the time who broke my heart into a million little pieces and it hasn’t been put back together since. I was a cheerleader in High School and he was the star quarterback. Thinking I could be the one to tame him, boy was I a fool. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, conquered me and then moved on soon after. I was crushed beyond repair. After that, all the football players would chase after me and I let some of them catch me.