The Professor’s Holiday Surprise (Cam Show Crush #1)

10. Paisley

Chapter 10

Paisley

Noah’s breath brushes against the backs of my thighs, and my pussy clenches around an aching emptiness.

How did I end up bent over his desk with my pants pulled down?

Is this a dream?

I definitely do not want to wake up if it is.

In this magical space, I’m a brazen hussy who is absolutely happy to spread her butt cheeks for her professor, because…because he’s Noah.

Because I trust him, implicitly.

This time it will be different.

Not that there was ever a last time for this.

This is definitely a first.

“You look so delicious,” he murmurs, his voice so close I can feel it.

And then he licks me.

Wet, warm, and wonderful, being licked there is a revelation. I squirm, lifting my hips even high, pressing onto my toes.

“That’s it, baby. Feed me your sweetness.”

I groan into his desk as he laps at me, then nuzzles deeper and latches on to my clit.

Oh. My. Lanta.

I slap at the desk, rocking back against him desperately now. He squeezes my thighs encouragingly, pulling me onto his mouth.

I whine and thrash my head, pleasure ramping up steeply.

Noah breaks away and nips his teeth on the back of my thigh. “Shhh. You have to be quiet as you come, little girl.”

“I can’t,” I moan.

He chuckles darkly. “I can’t muzzle you and suck your sweet clit at the same time. Daddy’s arms aren’t that long. Try harder, baby. I believe in you.”

His tongue slides against me again, bringing his mouth back to the very core of my body.

I press my mouth against my arm and close my eyes.

Three months of watching this man take care of himself, and now he’s on his knees behind me, driving me hard and fast toward a pleasure that feels too big to be true.

“No, no, no,” I babble.

He stops.

“Don’t stop,” I sob.

He latches on again, his tongue flicking against my clit, and I tumble into a release I never could have imagined.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Come for me. Come on my tongue like a good girl.”

I am, I am. I’m his good girl. I’m coming. I’m…

His tongue moves against me slower now, licking up what feels like so much arousal.

He hums a low, satisfied rumble after the last, slowest lick. “You taste incredible, baby. Thank you.”

Thank me?

As he gently pulls my underwear back over my hips, my brain tries to find the words to say thank you back, but I can’t speak.

The lump in my throat is too big.

His arms circle my waist as he leans over me, holding me through the aftershocks. When I finish shaking, he lifts me up and turns me around, cradling me in his lap again.

I’m vaguely aware of him reaching for his glasses and putting them back on his face before he hands me a metal bottle. “Here. Have some water.”

That helps.

He rubs my back as I sip at it.

I never want to leave the warmth of his lap, but I know I have to soon.

And beneath me, he’s hard.

Putting the lid on the water bottle, I set it on his desk.

Noah catches my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I should probably offer you a snack or something, but I wasn’t planning on this. I’ll do better next time.”

My heart leaps at the promise of more.

“That was amazing,” I finally whisper.

He smiles, and it goes all the way to the depth of his gaze. “The desperate way you demanded I not stop was a good clue.”

I blush and wriggle my hips. “What about you?”

“That was for me.” His expression turns serious. “And the rest can wait until I’m not your professor anymore.”

The reminder of how important it is this stay a secret is like ice water in my veins. “Okay.”

He brushes his knuckles over my cheek. “Hey, listen to me. It’s a few short weeks. And then…”

I kiss his nose lightly. “And then more kisses.”

“And then everything.”

“Can—” I cut myself off.

“What?”

“Could we talk on Sunday night? Maybe…have a video call?”

He groans. “You temptress. Yes, we can talk. And not just Sunday. Can I call you tonight?”

I give him my phone number, which I think he’d probably have already as my professor, but it feels better seeing him put it into his phone like I’m a real date.

He texts me a message, and then I kiss him. He tastes like me, like sex and secrets, and I savour every last sip before he eases me off his lap, and I slide back into the chair where students sit.

He returns his chair to the other side of the desk, and on the way, he unlocks the door and opens it a crack.

“The coast is clear,” he says under his breath. “If you want to go now?”

I gesture at his desk. “Are you going to do some work?”

He crosses back to me and leans in, bracing his arms on either side of me. “I’m going to think of crop prices and will this erection away.”

“Would it be a distraction if I stayed here for a bit and worked on homework? With the door open?”

He kisses my forehead. “The best kind of distraction. You can stay until someone shows up with a question during office hours.”