Liam stood between Miss Kelly's spread thighs, his heart hammering against his ribs like a war drum.
The air in the small apartment was thick with a scent of her lavender perfume and a heavy musky scent of their shared arousal.
He looked down at his own cock which was thick and pulsing, it veins standing out like cords under the skin.
'Holy shit, this is actually happening. I'm about to lose my virginity—and not to just any girl. My hot lecturer. The literal top of the food chain. Every guy's fantasy and I'm the one living it.'
He was twenty, and despite the bravado he'd carried since walking through that door, the reality of the situation was finally hitting him.
Miss Kelly lay back on the leather sofa, her pale skin flushed a deep sunset pink.
She had discarded her blouse earlier, leaving her in a white lace trimmed singlet struggling to contain her frame.
