Emily: Hello Kitten (The ‘Hello’ series)

23. Chapter 23

twenty-three

I go through outfits on Saturday, trying to find something that’s sexy and cute. The kind of thing I’d wear to a date. I managed to skip out on a frat party last night, despite it making Beth suspicious.

But now that she’s seeing me look through clothes, she rolls her eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a date tonight?”

“I didn’t think you’d approve of my Tinder date,” I dismiss.

“It could be worse. As long as you’re not hung up on our teacher, I’m happy,” she says lightly. “Also, you should go with a deeper lip color, a smokey eye, and a sweater dress. Knee-high boots will make it sexy and cute at the same time. Like, no promise of sex, but still attractive.”

I chuckle. “Definitely trying to get some,” I joke and put on some lingerie under my dress. Once I’m all set to go, I promise to text her if I need anything and otherwise, I’ll be back in the morning. Beth tells me to have fun and to disappoint my parents, which makes me laugh.

My mom would definitely be disappointed by my fucking my professor.

I don’t let my mind wonder, not daring to let the bad thoughts screw me again, and focus on what I do have. Because I don’t know if I ever want him to stop touching me.

As I drive up his driveway, I notice the garage door is open and park inside. With one last breath, I turn off the car and get out, ready for my time with Adrian. A soft knock on his door is all it takes for him to open. As my eyes find his, a smile spreads on his face and I can’t stop the one that spreads on mine.

“Well, Chef. I’d like something spicy. I mean really hot,” I order as I look over the apron he’s wearing. “And some wine.”

“I’ll need to see your I.D. if you want wine,” he says with a slight smile. “And the menu is pre-planned.”

“Sounds like I might be disappointed, then,” I sass, and his gaze darkens.

He grips my shoulders, pushes me against the door, and claims my lips as he tangles his fingers in my hair. When he draws back, he takes off his apron, tosses it to the side, then pulls me closer to kiss me again.

“That note you left on Friday,” he growls between kisses.

“Oh, that little memo?” I ask demurely.

“I had to stay sitting through the whole class.” He grabs my ass, dragging me against him.

“I wasn’t that mean. I spread my legs to show you it was true,” I pant. “I didn’t wear underwear since I know how much you prefer me without panties.”

Groaning, he forces me to my knees. “I’ve been hard since then. It doesn’t matter how much I jerk off, Kitten. I think of you without panties, and then I think of your ass red under my hand, my tie around your wrists…”

“And here I am, entirely dressed with my hands free.” I wave my fingers at him.

“Very easy to fix. You’re going to eat your appetizer, and lucky for you…” He undoes his belt and pulls it through all the loops in one go. “You don’t need hands.”

“Professor, don’t you—”

He grabs my wrists when I try to brace on his thighs to pull myself up and loops the belt into cuffs. He puts them around my wrists and tightens, making me gasp. With one hand on the belt, he jerks me forward and drops his pants, showing his waiting cock.

“Fill your mouth with my cock if you want dinner. Make me come if you want wine,” he orders.

I lick over my bottom lip, then slowly look him over, taking in the fact that his shirt isn’t buttoned at all, showing off his carved body. When I get to his eyes, I grin slowly and whisper, “Make me.”

His fingers dig into my jaw as he makes my mouth open and thrusts inside before I can even move. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I struggle to breathe. He doesn’t slow, nor is he careful as he fucks my mouth until I show him I’m into it.

Moaning as I bob back and forth on his length, I take more each time, building up friction as his cock tenses in my mouth.

Adrian steps closer each time until it’s impossible for me to draw back or pop off his cock. He keeps himself steady as he rests his hands on the wall behind me, looking at me with such hunger in his eyes that makes my throat tighten.

My nose brushes against his pelvis as he pushes deeper, grinding his hips with a groan.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. You haven’t forgotten how to take me, have you?” he asks and bites his bottom lip as tears brim my eyes.

He starts to back away, but I lurch forward. I don’t give a shit about the wine, but I’m going to make him come.

Adrian grips my head to stay in place as his abs tighten. I swirl my tongue around him, focus on the head for a bit, then take him the way I need. It’s messy, sloppy, fast, but I don’t care.

Moans spill from his lips, tightening my core, and my mouth fills with his cum. Some rolls over my bottom lip when he pulls out, and I lick it off. Slowly, I run my finger over the corners of my mouth, then suck it while my gaze fixes on his.

He takes a shuddering breath. “Did you like your appetizer, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, my voice as sticky as my throat is now.

He grins and shakes his head, pulling me up by the cuffs. His hand snakes around my waist, resting on my ass as his lips brush over mine. Pulling him closer, I melt against him as he kisses me, swirling his tongue around mine. He groans as my tied hands tease over his chest and he slowly trails his lips over my jaw.

“Seeing you teach… it was amazing and torture at the same time,” he growls in my ear, pulling at the hem of my skirt. “Owning the classroom with your presence… I was so proud of you.”

“Adrian,” I moan.

“And hard all of class. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one. Some of the guys were talking about how hot you are,” he says in my ear, then bites it. “How they’d love to penetrate you with more than teeth.”

“A terrible pickup line.”

“Agreed.” He bites my neck hard. “Stop covering the marks I leave on you.”

“Why? Don’t want anyone thinking they can have me?” I tease.

He jerks my skirt up and swats my ass, and I whimper. “Because you’re mine and I don’t want to think for a second that you want to belong to someone else.”

“I don’t,” I pant.

“That’s right. Your pussy is mine,” he snarls, gripping my ass hard before he swats me again. I gasp as he slips his fingers under my panties to tease my entrance. “Wet already?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Because?”

“I like pleasing you,” I answer.

“Wrong answer.”

He bends me over the counter, jerks my dress up, and groans. “How dare you wear panties here?”

“It’s lingerie,” I complain.

He yanks my skirt all the way off and spins me around to see the very revealing lingerie I put on. He licks over his bottom lip as he takes in the red, lacy fabric that barely covers me at all. He nods once.

“What?” I ask softly.

“Dinner’s going to be late.”

“Adrian… we should do dinner first, then dive into things.”

“Going one round with you is a tease,” he hisses before biting the strap of my lingerie and tugging it from my skin, sliding down my arm to reveal my breast. “Your existence is a fucking distraction.”

“Adrian,” I moan.

“So, I’m going to fuck you right here. We’ll have dinner, then I’m going to fuck you again. I’ll take every hole until you tell me it’s mine,” he promises as he lifts my arms to kiss down my body, “and make sure that you remember it every single time I see you.”

Before I can argue or say otherwise, he drops to his knees and rips my lingerie over my pussy. He rips it again until he has full access to me.

He groans and runs his finger over my slit, teasing me with almost touches until I’m rocking against him. When he spreads my pussy, he shakes his head. “So damn pretty.”

“Please, Sir,” I whine. “Please!”

“What a good girl, begging for me,” he whispers against my skin.

Adrian’s tongue flits over my clit, and I know exactly why I’m spending the night. I’m not going to be in any shape to think, drive, or do anything but sleep by the time he’s done with me. His tongue swirls around my clit, and he sucks as I feel something inside me cave.

He’s going to ruin any other sleepover I’ve had and make sure that no man can compare to everything he can offer me.