Late Night Confessions: A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance Page 6

  “Don’t be. Everyone’s nervous their first time. And at least it’s with Thomas. He’ll be gentle.”

  A grin threatened to break through on my face. How I wished that my first time could be with TJ—whether he was gentle or not. But that’s not what Tracy was talking about. “Were you nervous when he observed your class last week?”

  “Yeah. But Chris talked me down. He’s an old pro at this. He said just to speak slower than usual to keep yourself from rushing. And then other than that, pretend you’re teaching a normal class.”

  Yeah, right. A normal class in which the man I fantasized about 24/7 was sitting in the back of the room, watching me. That should go well. But I was ready. I’d prepared thoroughly. Over-prepared, actually. I’d made so many handouts for my students that I’d probably single-handedly destroyed a few rain forests. But no way was I going to make a fool out of myself in front of TJ.

  “Knock ‘em dead,” Tracy said as I gathered up my books and papers in the shared TA office. “At least you look like a million bucks. You’re gonna have those undergraduate guys drooling over you.”

  If she only knew. I did want one guy in that classroom to like the way I looked, but it was definitely not one of my students.

  I was wearing a slim black pencil skirt and a button-down silk shirt in emerald green. I had on black stockings and heels. My hair was up for a change, or partially up, some strands piled behind my head in a loose bun, and the rest falling artfully down my back. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d taken such care with my appearance, though to be honest, I had stepped up my normal graduate student attire once I found out I’d be working with TJ.

  Few of my students looked up when I set my books on the desk at the front of the classroom. Most of them had their heads bent over their phones. But TJ noticed. He was already in the back of the room, and he looked amazing. His dark beard was neatly trimmed, and he had on wire rim glasses that I hadn’t seen before. Maybe he only needed them for distance?

  His jacket was some kind of tweed, with patches on the elbows. He looked as if he was about to be cast in a movie in the role of hot, sexy professor. I wanted to kick all the other students out, lock the door, and pounce on him.

  Unless I was greatly mistaken, he was pretty impressed by my attire, too. The smile on his face was full of admiration. I wished he were up here next to me, so I could see what it would be like to stand by his side in heels. I bet I’d be at the prefect height for him to kiss me.

  That thought made my pulse throb between my legs, and I hastily set about getting ready for class. But as I laid out my materials, it dawned on me that we’d both dressed as if this were a date. And that was a bittersweet thought. It was nice that he liked the way I looked, and that he’d dressed up for me, but I wished with all my heart we could go out on real date.

  Maybe we were just torturing ourselves with our intimate talks at night. But I didn’t want them to stop, no matter what.

  The bell rang, and I snapped into professional mode, leading my students through some exercises in the textbook. TJ sat in the back and took notes, doing nothing to draw attention to himself—yet a part of my consciousness was always focused on him. I couldn’t help it.

  Things went well for the first half of class. But then in the second, I had to present a writing technique out of the textbook that I didn’t particularly agree with. Despite the fact that I’d practiced with Tracy, I fumbled my delivery a bit, and when a student in the front row asked about the specifics of the technique, I didn’t explain myself very well.

  That was the last thing I wanted to happen in front of TJ, and my nerves made me speak faster than I should have. At last, I got the students working on a short, timed writing designed to help them get their ideas down on paper before starting their official first draft. Once everyone understood what to do, I sank down in the chair behind the instructor’s table. Usually, I stood while teaching, but I needed a moment or two to regroup.

  My phone was on silent, but I had it on the table top, and I could see that I had a message. I picked it up, intending to slip it in my bag, but the screen showed that it was a message from the CUNFESHUNZ app. And that probably meant it was from TJ.

  Glancing up at him briefly, I caught his eye. He nodded once, so I stood, moved to my right, and set my phone on the table-top podium where I hoped the students couldn’t see it. Then I opened the message.

  TJ: Relax. You’re doing fine.

  A sense of calm stole through me at those words. Right now, he was Dr. Thomas Jenson, my advisor. But this message meant that TJ, my good friend, was also present and wanted me to do well. That made me feel better.

  Carefully, I tapped out a message back, trying not to let my students see that I was using my phone. They were still writing, but they spent enough time trying to secretly use their phones that they probably recognized when someone else was doing it. Oh well.

  MB: I knew I was going to have problems with that technique on Page 65. I even rehearsed how to present it, but it didn’t go right.

  TJ: But you got through it. Besides, it’s not a performance. Your students want to see the real you, not a rehearsed lecture.

  I smiled at that. This is definitely the real me—just a little fancier than usual.

  TJ: I noticed. You look incredible.

  My heart stilled for a moment at that. He’d said something like that once before online, but this was the first time while he could actually see me. Did he really mean it? I risked a quick peek in his direction. He was smiling a sexy, knowing grin. It was amazing that the female students in the classes were dutifully writing instead of twisting their heads back to stare at him.

  TJ: Still nervous?

  MB: Not as much. But a little.

  TJ: Just picture your audience naked.

  I had to swallow back a peal of laughter. No, thank you.

  TJ: Then picture me naked.

  I gasped and took a quick step back. Unfortunately, the edge of my shoe connected with one of the wheels on the desk chair and the chair went spinning, hitting the edge of the table with a clank. Half the class looked up, and I know my face was beet red.

  Trying to look casual, I waved at them to continue writing. “Two more minutes,” I called out, my voice as steady as I could make it.

  When I looked back at my phone, there was a message from TJ.

  TJ: That was my fault, sorry. I’ll make a note in your observation report that you were unfairly distracted by a scoundrel in the back row.

  MB: LOL. Thank you. That would be unfair to be marked down for that.

  TJ: That’s true… but sometimes life is unfair.

  MB: Yes, it is.

  TJ: And sometimes I’m unfair.

  Without thinking about it, I looked up to where he sat in the back of the room. He met my gaze straight on, and it was like a bolt of electricity shot from his body to mine.

  MB: Like when?

  TJ: Like if I’m on top of you… pinning your wrists against the bed with one hand… and using my other hand to tweak your nipples, or pinch your thighs, or tickle you until you begged me to stop. And I would, but only so that I could plunge my—

  “Ms. Bruckner? Maya?”

  A voice from the second row made me jump.

  “The bell’s about to ring, weren’t we supposed to stop writing a few minutes ago?”

  Good God. I was in the middle of class, and I was flushed, and wet, and turned on, and hanging on TJ’s every word. What the hell was wrong with me? And what the hell was wrong with him to say those things to me here?

  “Yes, Kevin, sorry, I lost track of time. Everyone finish your sentence and pencils up.” My words sounded firm, but my legs were shaky, and I kept shifting back and forth behind the podium, squeezing my thighs together. “The homework is to read pages…” I stopped for a minute and reached for my lesson plan. Squinting, I read my notes. Pages 66-69.

  Shit. No way I was going to say 69 right now, not with TJ in the back of the room. “Read fro
m page 66 to the end of the chapter.”

  A collective groan emerged from the students, and I realized that I may have assigned them more reading than I usually gave them, but I was desperate to get out of there before I melted into a puddle of lust.

  At last the bell rang, and my students filed out. TJ came up behind them, and there were a few undergraduates milling around the front when he spoke. “Excellent lesson, Maya. Would you prefer to debrief now or another day?”

  “Now,” I said. There were definitely some things we needed to talk about.

  “Then follow me,” he said, gesturing to the door, and even in my half-aroused, half-angry state, I noted the way his hand hovered in the air, as if he wanted to put in on my back or shoulder.

  A moment later, he held the heavy wooden door to his corner office open. I went inside and turned to face him. TJ closed the door and leaned against it, his eyes never leaving mine as he flicked the lock on the doorknob.

  “That was messed up,” I said. “I was teaching.”

  “I know. I apologize. It was inappropriate.”

  “Then why’d you do it?” My breath was coming out in strange little bursts as if I’d just run a mile instead of followed him down a short hallway.

  His blue eyes drilled into mine as he spoke. “Because that was the first time I could see how you looked as I turned you on.”

  I gaped at him for a moment. His answer made the heat between my legs intensify, but it was so wrong. We were at work. We were supposed to be professionals here.

  Opening my mouth, I intended to tell him that, but instead, the wrong words came out. “How did I look?”

  He licked his lips in what seemed like an involuntary gesture. “Gorgeous. Sexy. It’s just a primal thing, to see a woman’s response to arousal. It made me wonder how you’d look when you were screaming my name in bed. Or crying out with pleasure bent over my desk.”

  Oh God, his desk. It was right there, a huge, sturdy wooden elephant in the room. We both stared at it for a long moment. The dark wood was almost the color of his hair. The surface was smooth and glossy, and I could imagine how it would feel under my stomach as he pressed against me from behind.

  Nearly moaning, I closed my eyes. I shouldn’t be thinking about that. But with my eyes closed, it was even easier to imagine us doing all kind of naughty things. So I opened my eyes and turned to him. His endlessly deep blue eyes met mine, and that was all it took.

  In a half second we were on each other. Neither of us moved first, it was more like we snapped together, like two magnets. TJ caught me in his arms and spun me around, slamming me against the door. My arms were around his neck, pulling his head down to mine.

  His mouth crashed down, claiming mine, and I moaned against him, loving the way his hard, sculpted body pressed me against the door.

  My legs ached to open for him—I wanted to lock my ankles around his back, but my skirt was too narrow for that. All I could do was grind myself against the hard heat in his pants. Not that I had much of a frame of reference, but his erection felt huge.

  And his hands—it felt like he was touching me everywhere at once. I could barely tell where his body ended and mine started.

  “We shouldn’t do this,” TJ said gruffly as he kissed his way along my jaw to my neck.

  “Mm-hmm,” I moaned in response.

  “It’s wrong,” he growled.

  “Mm-hmm.” It was hard to form words with his lips attacking my throat. His beard tickled, and I squirmed against him.

  “We should stop.”

  My response to that was to plunge my fingers into his dark hair and hold his face against my neck, feeling him nibble, lick, and taste me.

  I moaned louder, trying to draw him even closer to me. There were too many clothes between us. I wanted them off—now.

  TJ seemed to sense my impatience. Though he had me pressed firmly against the door, he worked his hands behind me and down to my ass, squeezing my butt and making me squeal. He stifled my whimpering mouth with his own again, which was good, because I shrieked when he picked me up.

  God, he was strong. Since the stupid skirt wouldn’t let me wrap my legs around him, he cradled me in his arms and set me down on the edge of his desk. Immediately, I grabbed his head and pulled him in for another kiss.

  Now that he towered over me, we weren’t pressed together. I missed the heat from his body, but TJ wasted no time unbuttoning my blouse and reaching inside my bra to caress my breasts.

  Suddenly, I was panting and moaning. It felt incredible. I’d dreamed that it would, but the real thing felt even better than I imagined. “God, TJ, it feels so good…”

  “I’m glad,” he said, his thumbs circling my nipples. “But I’m not taking you over my desk.”

  Disappointment radiated through my body and competed for space with the electric currents of arousal. “How about your chair?” I whispered, running my hand up and down his hard abs. I was no expert, but it seemed like if he sat down on the chair and I took off my skirt and sat on top of him…

  “No,” he said with a sexy little chuckle. “Though I like the way you think.”

  “Then where?” I asked, desperate to know.

  “Somewhere that’s not here. Sometime that’s not now.”

  What? No! I had to have him or I’d die. “No, please… I need you.”

  He looked right into my eyes and winked. “I know, baby.” His face was smug, teasing, and it made me grind my hips even more. “I know what you need. But you only get part of it right now.”

  Too many sensations flooded my body at his magic touch. It was hard to concentrate, but I managed to form a sentence. “Part of what?”

  “Part of the pleasure I’m able to give you.” He reached behind me, pressing against me, and shoved aside a pile of books on his desk.”

  “Why?” I gasped as he lowered me down onto my back.

  “Because this is not where you’re going to lose your virginity… but I just can’t wait any longer to see your face when you come.”

  TJ

  The look of shock and lust on her face shot straight through me. I was so hard I could probably do a pushup without any hands. But there was no fucking way I was taking her virginity here. She deserved better than an illicit encounter at her workplace.

  But I deserved something, too, and that was to see her dissolve into a million pieces when I pushed her over the edge. I could give us both that much, even though I wanted to give her so much more.

  Her wide brown eyes looked up at me as I leaned over her. Her straight skirt, which had looked hot as hell when she was in the classroom, was a real nuisance now. I wanted to be between her legs, not regulated to the side.

  My first order of business was to peel that off her. Maya wanted me, I was sure of that, but she was also a blushing virgin and therefore likely to be shy about losing her skirt. Luckily, I had a plan to distract her in a delicious way.

  Just as we’d talked about in so many fantasies, I raised her arms above her head and pinned her wrists against the desk. The look of lust on her face made my balls twitch. It was just as she’d said—being overpowered did turn her on. I could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

  Holding her wrists with one hand, I nuzzled at her cleavage, burying my nose between her young, perky breasts. She groaned against me as I tickled her skin with my short beard. With my free hand, I worked my way along the waistband of her skirt, locating the zipper on the side.

  As I tugged the zipper down, I closed my teeth around her pert little nipple, and she moaned. Loudly.

  “Can you come without making a racket?” I growled against her breast as I eased her skirt down, and she shifted her hips, helping me.

  “I don’t know.” Her voice was low and breathy. And incredibly sexy. How did this inexperienced young woman manage to look and sound like a sexual goddess?

  “Guess we’ll find out.” I swirled my tongue around her nipple and then worked my way over to the other one. She arched her ba
ck in response, pressing up into me.

  At last I got that damn skirt past her hips, and then she did the sexiest little shimmy to shift it down her thighs. I straightened up for a moment and whisked the skirt off her legs like a magician pulling a tablecloth off.

  Holy hell. I’d imagined what she must look like. Her creamy pale skin. Her long legs. Her flat stomach. But this was beyond my wildest imagination. She was gorgeous. She was perfection. She wore light blue panties, low-cut ones that showed off her hips. As I stared, her legs parted slightly, and I could see a damp spot on the cotton fabric.

  That was all the invitation I needed to move between her legs. As soon as I did, she brought her knees up, resting one heel on the edge of the desk and using her other leg to hook around me, drawing me closer.

  For one never-ending moment, I ground my erection against her slit, feeling the heat from her core through my pants and her panties. God, I wanted to plunge into her so fucking badly. But not like this. She deserved better than this. I just had to keep reminding myself of that before I took her like an animal in heat.

  Although those little whimpers she was making sounded pretty damn animalistic to me. I had a feeling she’d be wild in the sack once she gained a little confidence.

  “Like that, Maya? A big, hard cock at your entrance?”

  “Oh yes,” she moaned. “It feels amazing.”

  “It will. Someday. But not just yet.”

  She groaned in frustration as I shifted back, but I knew how to make her moan again as I replaced my cock with my hand and rubbed her wet panties with my index finger.

  Just as I suspected, she started moaning again, writhing around on the desk. She looked so sexy.

  She was soaked, too. I slipped my finger under her panties and ran it up and down her folds, teasing her.

  “God, TJ, please…”

  I’m not sure she knew what she was asking for, but I knew. And I gave it to her. My finger on her clit, circling, teasing. Dipping down to gather more of her sweet, slippery juice and then rubbing it on her clit.

  “Look at you,” I growled. “Pinned to my desk. Your skirt on the floor. Your legs spread and open for me.”