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

11. Noah

Chapter 11

Noah

After my office hours end, I go in search of my department chair, and find Chris in his office.

“You busy?” I ask after knocking on his open door.

“Just wrapping up for the day.” His chair squeaks as he leans back.

I close the door behind me and start pacing. “I need advice. No, scratch that. I need help. And preferably no advice, but if you insist, I will take that, too.”

“All right, you have my attention.” His chair starts to rock at the same tempo that I’m pacing.

“I have a conflict of interest in marking a student’s final paper and exam.”

“Okay. Ranch related?” Squeak. Squeak.

“No.”

The squeaking stops. “There are only so many reasons for a conflict of interest, Dr. Lowry.”

“Come on, Chris.”

“Please tell me that you bumped into this student in an underground poker game or something.”

“Or something.”

“Noah!”

“It’s not what you think.”

“I think you’re fucking a student.”

“It isn’t like that. Not yet.” The fact that I can still smell her pussy is beside the point.

“Not yet? ”

“I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Jesus Christ. You teach freshman, Noah.”

“She’s not—” I take a deep breath. “Cone of silence.”

“I’m not your fucking therapist. You don’t have any privacy here.”

“In the interest of protecting a student, then. She’s smart, Chris. So fucking smart. And this is her second attempt at college. She’s not some eighteen-year-old. She’s twenty-eight, and she deserves to have a college career unmarred by my weakness. She doesn’t even know that I love her yet. Fuck, she might not return those feelings exactly.” I scrub my hand over my face. “We met online. Didn’t connect two and two at first. I know it’s messy and wrong, but here we are. There’s just exams ahead of us. Literally just two marks remaining?—”

“All of her marks need to be reviewed.”

“All right.”

Swearing under his breath, he pulls a binder off the shelf, flipping angrily through the tabs until he finds the page he’s looking for. He rips it from the binder with a flourish. “Fill this out.”

I adjust my glasses. “What is this?”

“Declaration of a personal relationship.”

“I’m not in a personal relationship yet.”

“The second that you are, I need that form submitted with all the t’s crossed and the i’s dotted.” His expression softens a fraction. “And I’d like to speak to this young lady.”

“Not until after her exams are finished.” I shake my head. “I can’t let her think this is an investigation or a problem.”

“The second they’re finished.”

“Deal.” I glance at the torn paper he gave me. “Could I have just printed this off the college website?”

“Probably, yeah.”

“Do you want this copy back for your binder?”

“Get the fuck out of my office.”

“Thanks.” And then I remember I have Paisley’s assignment. “Oh, here’s the first thing to mark. It’s funny. You’ll like it.”

He flips me the bird.

But he still takes it. And as walk down the hall, looking the conflict of interest form, I hear him chuckling to himself and I smile.

Yeah. That’s my girl.

When I get home, my brothers are all in the kitchen, having a beer and shooting the shit. Even Trick, who has his sleeping baby boy strapped to his chest in a baby carrier.

I’ve seen my brother a lot since Sinclaire had their baby at the end of the summer.

Today, I look at him differently. Every fantasy I had about Paisley—dirty, dark, simple, raw—has now been replaced by the much more complicated reality of falling in love with a whole person.

Will she want to have kids?

The thought makes my head spin.

“Hey man,” Trick says. “Pull up a chair. I haven’t seen you in ages. You been busy?”

I think about how my day went, and the ideas currently swirling through my head, and laugh under my breath. I grab a beer and join them. “Yeah, I’ve been busy.”

“Term coming to an end soon?”

“Two short weeks.” I take a long sip of the cold beer and sigh. “How about you? When are you guys heading to Florida?”

Sinclaire’s dad is the coach of Trick’s old baseball team, and even in the off-season, he’s pretty busy with work there. Plus she’s California born-and-bred—while she loves the ranch, the long Wyoming winters aren’t her favorite.

“We’ll fly down after Christmas. Sinclaire wants to spend our anniversary here on the ranch.” Trick pats his baby’s back. This time last year, they were planning their wedding for the winter solstice, and that little guy was a secret they hadn’t told anyone about yet.

It’s crazy how quickly life changes.

I clear my throat. “So, uh, you’ll want to do a family thing on December 21?”

“I was thinking that, yeah. Why?”

I consider the calendar. “No reason.”

Except there is a reason. It’s just not one I want to share yet.

I mean, I want to. I want to tilt my chair on the back two legs and grin cockily at my brothers. Guess who’s bringing a date to that anniversary party?

But I can’t. Not yet.

Noah

Are you home?

Paisley

Just eating dinner with my aunt. You?

Noah

Hanging out with my brothers. Call me when you’re done, okay?

“Who are you texting?”

I look up at Zane, the nosiest of us all. “None of your business.”

“Secrets?” He looks delighted. “Fun.”

I think about denying it for a second. But Paisley is fun. “Yeah.”

And then my phone rings. I grin and stand up, grabbing my beer before I hit the answer button. “Hello. Hang on a second, I gotta find some privacy from my brothers.”

Now I have all of their attention.

Trick’s eyebrows go up.

Drew’s brow furrows.

And Zane stands up, too, following me as I head for the hall.

“How long are you going to be?” he shouts. “I’m making dinner tonight.”

“Hours,” I yell back.

When I press my phone back to my ear, Paisley is giggling. “Who was that?”

“My youngest brother. Not important.”

Zane hears that and swears at me.

“Your family is very important,” she says sweetly.

I grunt. “Usually, yes. Right in this moment, not so much. How was dinner?”

“My aunt watches TV at top volume, so…quick.”

“Ah. That doesn’t sound fun.”

“It’s not. But it’s free rent and she doesn’t mind if I lock myself in my room to talk to my professor about the orgasm I had on his desk.”

I close my bedroom door and lean back against it. “She might mind if she knew what the conversation was about.”

“Then it’s good that I know how to keep a secret, isn’t it?”

“Very, very good.”

She changes the subject. “So where exactly are you?”

“In my bedroom.”

She laughs again. “I mean, where is your ranch?”

“Do you know where the feed store is just east of Wildflower Hollow?”

“I sure do,” she says.

“Next road after that leads to our road, and then we’re the last ranch at the end.”

“Practically around the corner.”

Now I need to know her answer, too. “Where are you?”

“My aunt’s house.”

“I deserve that.”

She giggles. “I’m a bit of a smart ass when I’m not at school.”

“I like it. So where are you in relation to the feed store?”

“White siding house, two doors down.”

I can picture it immediately. “That is close. How long have you been there?”

“Not long. My aunt moved here ten years ago, maybe? From Laramie. I moved here when I decided to go to CSCC. It’s a pretty easy drive when it’s not snowing.”

She asks me about the ranch, and I tell her about Trick buying it for the four brothers to have a family home.

I ask her about the cities she’s lived in and the jobs she’s had. More and more of her smart ass comments slide in, making me laugh. Making me hard.

“Last serious relationship?”

She makes a thinking sound. “I don’t know that I’ve ever had one. Not for lack of trying, but moving frequently and working all the time… There was a nice guy who I dated for like, three months, but we never got beyond kissing. And then I lost my job and I moved again, and neither of us missed each other that much.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“It’s very similar to my own history.”

“La la la la,” she sings. “I don’t want to know.”

“Okay.”

“But can I ask…have you ever lived with a woman?”

“Nope. Only my brothers since I was twenty.”

“You ever live on your own?”

I take a deep breath. “Yeah, for three years before that. I was homeless for a bit, and then Trick made me get a job and find a small apartment. But when he bought the ranch, I sure was glad. Threw myself into learning how to make it a profitable business, and that led me back to school.”

“Wow.”

“I’m guessing you never lived with a guy.”

“Nope.”

“Do you want to? I mean, marriage and?—”

“Yes. All of that. The and, too.”

“Kids?”

“Mmhmm.”

I grin and pump my fist, feeling like I’m on top of the world. “Me, too. I’d love to build a house and fill it with little scientists.”

“Not little cowboys?”

“Multitaskers.”

“Named Hoyt Einstein.”

I cackle. “Yeah, for sure. Hoyt and his little sister Bluebell Marie.” I pause. “For Marie Curie.”

She sighs. “Mmm, I got it. But Bluebell Marie really does sound like a good cowgirl name.”

“Maybe her brother needs a better name than Hoyt.” My cock strains, pushing up against my waistband, and I unbuckle.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“You just undid your belt.”

“What are you, the belt detective?”

“It’s a niche skillset, but I’ve honed it this term under the careful instruction of my favorite professor.”

“Damn it, I’m found out.”

She giggles. And then there’s a pause, a little hitch in her breath.

“Paisley,” I say.

There’s a beat of hesitation before she replies. “Yes?”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Ummm…”

“It sounds like you’re rubbing that soft little pussy.”

“I…am. It’s your voice. I love it.”

Well, fuck me. I love that . “Can I watch?”

“Oh my God,” she groans.

But in the next moment, there’s an invitation to switch to a video call.

I tap the screen and she appears, lying sideways on a bed. Wild golden red curls surround her flushed face. Her eyes are bright and her lower lip is swollen from worrying it between her teeth. And in the shadow at the bottom of of the screen, her hand is…moving.

I don’t need to see more than that. I saw it all earlier today. Tasted every inch of her. Pulled her sweet pussy lips into my mouth and licked her clit until she screamed as quietly as she could for a girl coming undone.

I pull my shirt off and unzip my jeans.

“Hi,” she whispers to the screen.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, my voice roughened by fresh need and months-old desire.

“I’m not used to seeing your face.” Her expression is innocent, but her words are pure sass. “I know that chest, though.”

I tip my phone to show her the dips and valleys of my torso. Knowing that she’s looking at me makes me rock hard. “Look all you want, my little voyeur.”

“Does that make you my big exhibitionist?”

“Yeah.” I rub my chest, then lower. Running my fingers through the trail of hair that leads to my boxer briefs, where my shaft is trying to drill a fucking tunnel to freedom, using precum as lubricant. “I am.”

“For real?”

I laugh under my breath. “Yeah. Sort of a new discovery in the last few months.”

“That’s cool.”

“How much of a head start do you have on me here?”

“Not much.” She sighs happily as her arm moves faster. “You, um, take a while on the live streams.”

“I like to make myself get close and then stop.” My cock is in my hand now, my thumb circling the wet tip. I want her to see it but I want to see her face, too, so I flip to the front facing camera and hold the phone on my taut belly.

“Edging, right?”

I grunt and nod before remembering she can’t see my face. “Yeah.”

“I like this up close view.”

“Me, too.” I clear my throat. “I flipped my camera so I can see your face and you can see…this.” I stroke a bead of precum to the tip. “That’s for you, baby.”

She rolls onto her back, holding her phone above her as she tips her head back. I almost lose it at this view of her, what she would look like beneath me as I drive into her body for the first time.

Soon.

Very soon. And suddenly, I don’t want to edge for long at all.

“Can you come for Daddy? I want to watch you come for me. That would make me explode so fucking fast.”

“Mmhmm.” Her gaze stays locked on the phone even as her expression grows dazed.

“You tasted so good on my desk.” As wrong as it was, I’m glad we had today. A secret little claiming on campus, where we met.

“Noah…”

“Call me Daddy,” I growl, stroking faster.

“You like that a lot,” she whispers. “You get bigger when you say it.”

Yet another new discovery about my sexuality. All triggered by Paisley Stevenson’s happy dance on her first day of school. “I do.”

“I like it too, Daddy.” She sounds so fucking sweet and innocent. It’s a headfuck in the best way. “I can’t wait until I can make you come in person.”

“The second you’re done with my class, baby. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Right there in the parking lot?” She giggles, but then moans.

December in Wyoming is not the time for a parking lot fuck. But if my girl likes that… “You want to play in public, little girl?”

“If it would make you happy.”

“You make my happy. Watching your face as you get closer and closer to coming makes me happy. Look at you. So pretty. So sexy.”

“Noah! Daddy!” Her soft moans go on and on and on.

I groan as my own release is triggered by nothing more than her sweet cries. It’s a mess that surprises me, getting everywhere instead of my usual elegant display.

Fuck.

Worth it.

When my pulse slows, she’s smiling at her phone. Then I realize she’s still looking at my softening junk.

I flip the camera back and give her a grin. “The end of the show isn’t the best part.”

She shakes her head. “It’s all the best part. I can’t wait until I can watch your cock deflate in person.”

I laugh so hard my eyeballs hurt. “Deflate?”

“What, is that not the right term?” She winks at me. “Remember, I’m a virgin.”

“You sassy brat. I’ll show you how much it doesn’t deflate when I’m holding your pretty hair in my fist and the not-at-all-deflated cock is…”

She laughs and rolls over, propping her pillow under her chin. “Is what?”

“I don’t want to be too crude.”

“Professor, I discovered that our crushes were mutual while watching you do a solo cam show. Porn brought us together. I think you can be a little crude.”

I drag my lower lip between my teeth, desire mounting again. “Then you can take your pick, little girl. How do you want my cock when you’re on your knees? Down your throat or slapping you in the face?”

She gasps. “Professor!”

I laugh, all the way to my bones, and she joins in.

And when we both stop chuckling, she brings her phone really close to her face. “Yes, please. All of that.”

“Hey, listen… My brother’s wedding anniversary is on the winter solstice. We’ll have a big dinner. Like a trial run for Christmas. If you still like me six days after the term ends, how would you feel about meeting my family at that point?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“I… Wow. Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Good. And if you want, you can stay here at the ranch for a few days. If your aunt wouldn’t mind.”

She laughs out loud again. “I’m a grown woman, Noah. Yes, I’d love to stay at the ranch with you. I can’t wait.”

The next morning, I get up early again and help with chores.

“I was thinking you guys should get away before Christmas,” I say casually to Drew and Zane. “I can handle the chores by myself from the last day of school until the anniversary party.”

“That’s like five days you handling it basically on your own.”

“Not completely. Raul and Trick will help.”

Zane narrows his gaze. “Why?”

“Because you’ve worked fucking hard and deserve a break. And it just so happens there’s going to be a big rodeo in Vegas that weekend.”

Drew thumps Zane on the shoulder. “Fuck yeah. Let’s go.”

“You aren’t curious about why he’s offering this?”

Drew shakes his head. “I mean, it’s obvious. And it’s fine.”

“What’s obvious?”

I adjust my hat and say nothing.

Drew sighs. “He wants some privacy with whoever he was on the phone with for hours yesterday. But I don’t need the details of our brother getting laid.”

“Fuck, I should have figured that out,” Zane says, scuffing his foot in frustration. “Really, man? That true?”

I shrug.

“Well, damn. All right. We’ll get out of your hair.”

Drew nods. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You do the same for us if we need it.”

“Of course.” I swing open the next gate and whistle to get the cows attention. “You looking for a wife, Drew?”

He just grunts.

But maybe Trick finally settling down with the woman of his dreams has unlocked something in the rest of us.

Maybe the Lowry boys are finally ready to believe in happiness.