The Professor Next Door (Cider Bar Sisters Book 3) Page 7

  And what did he want?

  Well, it was pretty simple. He just wanted her.

  It was hard to think beyond that, beyond having her wet and willing beneath him.

  When he got home at nine, he was still thinking of her. His swim hadn’t calmed his thoughts. And when he stepped into the shower to wash off the chlorine, he reached for his dick again, even though it had been less than twelve hours and he wasn’t sixteen anymore.

  But he was consumed with images of her.

  She knocked on the fucking wall. She wants you, you idiot.

  He would go to her tonight.

  * * *

  Nicole wasn’t used to being this horny when she’d had sex twice in the past twenty-four hours. Last night, then again this morning.

  David had heard at least one of those times, hadn’t he?

  Yet he still wasn’t here, and it was three in the afternoon.

  She was supposed to be doing chores, but instead she was reclined on the couch, flipping through the options on Netflix and not finding anything that interested her.

  Why wasn’t he here?

  She thought she’d been obvious about what she wanted, but maybe she was still off her game, despite last night.

  Or maybe he had stuff to do this afternoon and he’d come here eventually. She pictured him bent over his desk, marking midterms or reviewing lecture notes. Something that required him to wear glasses and furrow his brow in concentration.

  Why was that image so intensely hot to her now?

  She wondered how he fucked.

  Like a husband.

  She didn’t want a husband. She would hate to be shackled to a man.

  When she’d dumped Calvin, it had been so damn freeing. She’d found herself again, begun a new phase of her life.

  Doubtless, one day David would find someone he wanted to truly be with, like Roy had. But for now, she and David could have some fun. Attentive, husbandly sex sounded appealing—Calvin had never been attentive—and he’d probably go down on her a lot. He’d want to get her off and learn what she enjoyed most.

  She shifted in her seat.

  God, she really wanted to get him into bed, though it was possible he hadn’t desired anything more than listening.

  But she was pretty sure he did.

  * * *

  At nine o’clock that evening, David stood in front of Nicole’s door.

  He still had doubts, and he was always uncomfortable when he didn’t know exactly where he stood. But he’d been thinking about her all day, and now, here he was.

  He finally knocked.

  She opened the door a few seconds later, and all he could do was stare.

  He’d never seen Nicole dressed up like this before. She was wearing a black off-the-shoulder dress that hugged her body and ended above her knees. Her hair fell in waves down her back.

  And she was looking at him like...

  He dropped his gaze to the curve of her waist, so clearly outlined in that dress, then checked out her breasts.

  “Eyes up here.” Her tone was sultry.

  David was out of his league, but at the same time, he was starting to feel in his element because he was now very sure where he stood with her. And he loved that she was bold about it.

  She pulled him inside and shut the door behind him.

  “I was waiting for you,” she purred. “Did you hear me last night?”

  “Yes.” His voice was scratchy. “I heard you.”

  “You listened, I hope? Now that you have my permission.” She placed a single finger to his chest, and the brief touch seared him.

  “I did.”

  There was silence. A charged silence.

  “You jerked yourself off?”

  He could feel his face turning pink, like it would if he’d dared to drink wine.

  “I did,” he said.

  She touched his cheek. “You’re cute.”

  It was nothing like their dinners together. There was something entirely different between them now.

  “I put on this dress just for you. It’s even sexier than the one I wore last night, when I picked that guy up at the bar.” She shimmied her hips. “What about this morning? Did you hear us then?”

  “No, I wasn’t home.”

  “Too bad. I knocked on the wall again afterward.”

  He swallowed. “What about you? When you were fucking him, were you thinking about me?”

  Her eyebrows lifted and she cocked her head.

  God, he wanted to kiss her.

  And the fact that he seemed to have shocked her...well, it made him feel powerful. Made him want to shock her even more, and also give her all the pleasure that he’d never seen written on her face, only heard.

  “Yeah,” she said, and her slight pause drove him nuts. “I was thinking about you.”

  That made David painfully hard.

  She pulled down the neckline of her dress, and he got a spectacular view of her plumped up breasts. Had she thought about him kissing those breasts?

  When he took a step toward her, it felt like every atom in the room had to adjust its position to accommodate the energy between them.

  “What were you thinking about?” He quirked his lips. “Me marking midterms?”

  “I do find it hot when you wear glasses.”

  He immediately thought back to Valentine’s Day, when he’d put on glasses to read the menu. He remembered every detail of that day. He’d wondered why she’d struggled to focus on the menu when they sat down, and now, he knew.

  She winked at him, and fuck, he wanted her. And she wanted him back, even though he was nothing like the men he’d seen at her apartment.

  David wanted her moaning at his touch. He wanted to bring her pleasure after pleasure—more pleasure than he could give her with ube cake or cheese tarts—until she was boneless and giggly.

  At last, he closed the distance between them and pressed her against the door. Her breath was coming quicker now. With his hands on her hips, he dropped his head, and she tilted hers up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She was just a few inches shorter than him, and her body felt soft and perfect against his.

  “Nicole,” he whispered, a part of him still struggling to believe this was real.

  And then he kissed her.

  It was somehow needy but gentle—he didn’t know how else to describe it.

  Electrifying, too.

  Her mouth was hot. She tasted faintly of chocolate, and he wondered if there was another man who brought her desserts, too—he didn’t like the thought.

  He kissed her harder, then he slid his mouth down her neck. She arched, just as he’d imagined she’d do, and released a breathy sigh.

  All he wanted was to hear her make more sounds like that.

  For him.

  He spun her around so her back was to his chest, and as he continued kissing her neck, he pressed his erection against her ass.

  “David,” she moaned.

  Hearing her say his name was pretty wonderful.

  “What do you want from me tonight?” he asked.

  “Anything you want to give me.”

  Oh, God. He had so many ideas.

  “But don’t handcuff me or tie me up,” she said. “I don’t do that.”

  It didn’t surprise him. Nicole would never want to be completely restrained and at the mercy of someone else.

  She reached back and cupped his cock through his pants. When he nearly stumbled, she winked at him again. She was still far too cheeky.

  He lifted up the bottom of her skirt, all the way to her hips, so her ass was mostly bare—she wore a little black thong.

  He closed his eyes and hissed out a breath.

  And then he slipped a finger inside her.

  Chapter 11

  Nicole had been waiting all day for David to touch her, and he was finally doing it. He pumped his finger in and out of her before trailing his wet hand up and down her thigh.

  He was such a tease.

  His
breath was hot on her neck, and his erection was still against her ass. There was something thrilling about making this man hard, about him jerking off because she was having sex next door. Maybe she’d been wrong about her type...

  But she couldn’t follow that thread of thought, not when his hands were all over her.

  “You know what I want to do?” he murmured.

  She didn’t think he’d say anything more after that, but she was wrong.

  “I want to fuck you with my fingers,” he said. “Suck you and lick you all over. I bet you have lots of toys.”

  “Toys,” she repeated.

  “Yes. Dildos and vibrators and such. I think you have a very demanding pussy.”

  She looked back at him. He was turning red again, but fuck, he’d still said those words.

  David Cho, swearing and talking dirty to her.

  The first time she’d laid eyes on him, she’d never imagined such a thing was possible. What sort of filthy thoughts had filled his mind when he heard her through the wall?

  She liked that he understood she just really loved sex; he didn’t think she was suffering from low self-esteem and that was why she craved sexual attention.

  “When you’re not with someone else,” he said, “you’re an expert at taking care of your own needs, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.” She rolled her hips back against him.

  “But tonight, I want to be the one who uses all of those toys on you.”

  “You’re ambitious.” She tried for a light tone, but it was difficult when she couldn’t help thinking of lying spread-eagle on her bed as he examined the large collection in her night table.

  “I try my best.” He slid her thong down her legs, then pulled her dress over her head. Her bra hit the ground a second later. “Very nice.”

  He turned her around and kissed her lips, and then he dipped his head to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth as he slid his hand between her legs again, parting her folds to thrust a finger inside.

  She was naked, and he was still fully clothed.

  He dropped to his knees and put his mouth on her, and even though she’d expected it, she still cried out in shock. The warm pressure of his mouth was just so good.

  His pussy-licking skills turned out to be exceptional—and she would know. Nicole had been eaten out by lots of men. And while David closed his eyes and was clearly enjoying himself, she also had the impression that he was studiously paying attention to what she liked so he could ace the exam later.

  She shoved her fingers into his hair and pressed his head firmly against her. He laughed softly at her greediness.

  “Come on, David,” she moaned. “Make me come.”

  At those words, he pushed two fingers inside her and sucked her clit, and she came apart, bucking against his face as he licked her through her climax.

  Her legs were a little shaky as he led her to the bedroom and set her down on the bed.

  “Now show me what you have,” he said.

  She cupped her breasts in her hands and flicked her nipples.

  He laughed again, that soft, sexy laugh, but then he switched to a commanding tone that made her shiver.

  “You know what I mean,” he said sternly.

  Oh dear God, he was good at this.

  She reached into her bedside table and tossed a bunch of things on the bed. Two strips of condoms. Lube. A vibrator. Two dildos. Another vibrator. Another dildo. An anal plug.

  “You like toys?” she asked him.

  “Anything and everything I can use to make you feel good.”

  Her inner muscles clenched. Unfortunately, there was nothing for them to clench around.

  He picked up a thick dildo. “I hope you’ll think of me the next time you use these on yourself.”

  She inhaled swiftly. Jesus, he was surprising her. This wasn’t at all how she’d expected this encounter to go. She was losing some of the control she’d thought she’d have with him, but she couldn’t say she was complaining.

  Although she was going to complain if he didn’t start using the toy in his hand.

  “Come on. I’m ready.” She licked her finger and ran it along her inner lips.

  He set down the dildo. “I don’t think you’re ready for that one yet.”

  For fuck’s sake.

  He picked up a different dildo.

  “Be careful with that one,” she said lightly. “It’s handblown glass.”

  This was apparently the wrong thing to say, because he made a show of studying it carefully, running his fingers along the ridges and delaying her gratification even further. It was a glass candy cane; the ridges were red.

  “Very festive,” he said.

  “A little Christmas gift to myself.”

  He drizzled some lube on it, then ran the tip over her entrance.

  She moaned.

  “It’s nice to see you and touch you when you moan like that,” he said.

  “Rather than listening on the other side of the...ahhh.”

  He’d shoved it all the way inside her, and he chuckled at her reaction. She tried to rearrange her brain so it would think of a snarky comeback, but then his lips were on hers as he moved the toy in and out.

  “Do you need clitoral stimulation to come?” he asked.

  “No, but—”

  “Guess I won’t use a vibrator, then.”

  “Oh, fuck you.”

  She clawed at him, and he just laughed again.

  “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she whined.

  “All in good time.”

  He continued to kiss her as he sped up his pace with the candy cane dildo, and she squirmed around the hard toy and thought of his dick, making a tent in his trousers.

  And then he bit her shoulder as he thrust the toy in hard, and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her unexpectedly.

  When she was alone, one or two orgasms were always enough, but with him, she was nowhere close to done. What was he going to do next?

  He left the dildo inside her. “What’s the greatest number of times you’ve come in a night?”

  Nicole was lucky—she’d always orgasmed easily.

  “Eleven,” she said, trying to sound flippant, but she couldn’t.

  “Very well, twelve it is.”

  “David!”

  “You can do it,” he said. “I believe in you.”

  He picked up a small wand-shaped vibrator, turned it on, and pressed it to her clit.

  She immediately jerked her hips.

  “I could do this for hours.” He lay down on his side, his head propped up on his hand, as he pleasured her.

  She was so sensitive. Why was she so sensitive with him?

  Yet it still wasn’t enough.

  Nicole wasn’t shy in bed, so she gripped the curve of the candy cane and started sliding it in and out of her pussy.

  “Yes, that’s pretty.” He slid down her body and turned off the vibrator.

  She barely had a chance to protest before his tongue took its place.

  She jerked again and cried out.

  “I would have heard that from my bedroom.” He picked up her anal plug. “Will you let me use this on you?”

  When she nodded, he rolled her onto her stomach, then lubed up his finger and pressed it into her ass. This was closely followed by the anal plug. She hadn’t used it in a while, and it took her body a moment to accept it.

  “Good job,” he murmured, kissing the side of her face.

  She felt like a doll that he was using for his pleasure, except it was really all about her pleasure, wasn’t it?

  He slid the dildo in and out of her a few times before removing it, but it was immediately replaced with her thickest, longest dildo.

  She gasped when it was seated fully inside her, and with the plug... God, she was full.

  “David.”

  He lay down on top of her. He didn’t move either of the toys, just kissed her neck.

  “You’re so greedy,” he said admiringl
y before he started pounding her with the dildo.

  It didn’t take long before she was biting the pillow to muffle her scream, and then he gave her only a moment’s rest before he started moving it inside her again. This time, he added an egg-shaped vibrator.

  It was an overload of sensation. Using toys by herself never felt this way.

  And he was right. She would think of him when she used the toys in the future.

  She came once more, and it was all starting to blur together. Her senses were heightened. She was in this weird state where she felt like she was constantly on the verge of orgasm. It was almost painful to be this aroused, and her brain was incapable of coherent thought, and yet...

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

  “No!”

  He laughed, and she couldn’t even muster up the tiniest bit of outrage. Instead, she let out an unhinged giggle.

  Nicole knew all about amazing sex, but somehow, it had never been quite like this.

  Except for one problem.

  “David, I want your cock inside me.”

  “Not yet.”

  Not yet. She would trust that he’d give it to her eventually. His devotion to her pleasure was intoxicating, even if he didn’t let her have any say in it.

  He put aside the vibrator and fucked her hard with the dildo, and she came again and laughed afterward, even though she didn’t usually laugh when she came.

  Her orgasms were no longer as intense, but still, she could think of nothing else.

  “David,” she moaned.

  On and on, he pleasured her with her toys. She was a blubbering mess, practically sobbing and laughing at the same time.

  “Twelve,” he said.

  She’d completely lost track, but he’d been counting, of course.

  When she heard him rip open a foil packet, she whimpered.

  “Just a moment,” he said, running his hand soothingly up and down her back. “I’ll be inside you in just a moment.”

  She buried her head in the pillow, and then his cock brushed her entrance.

  “Please.” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded.

  As he started to push inside, she cried out and clutched the pillow.

  He was still clothed. She wanted to protest, but that would involve stringing multiple words together, and she couldn’t do that right now.