Chapter 107
**Sara**
I grabbed Tom's abandoned glass, downing the rest of his wine in one gulp. "See you in class tomorrow," I mimicked in a poor imitation of his voice. "Unbelievable."
The sneaky bastard had played me perfectly. And damn if it didn't make me want him even more.
"Ugh, I can't believe him," I muttered, glaring at the door as if he might suddenly reappear. But of course, he didn't. The jerk had made his dramatic exit, leaving me to stew in frustration.
I took another sip of wine, wincing at the bitter taste. It wasn't nearly as satisfying without Tom here to share it with. My mind kept replaying our little exchange, the way he'd so effortlessly turned the tables on me.
"Thinks he's so clever," I grumbled, downing the rest of the wine. The alcohol burned going down, but I barely noticed, my body still buzzing with pent-up desire.
I slammed the empty glass down on the coffee table, glaring at it.
That sneaky, infuriating man! How dare he waltz out of here, leaving me high and dry like that.
I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, my body still buzzing with unfulfilled desire. Damn, Tom and his little game of cat and mouse. I needed relief, and I needed it now. Without even thinking, my hand slid down to the waistband of my jeans, my fingers tracing the soft lace of my panties. They were already damp, aching to be touched.
I bit my lip, stifling a groan as I slipped my hand beneath the fabric. My fingers found my slick folds, circling my sensitive nub. A shiver of pleasure rippled through me, and I pressed harder, desperate for release.
Just then, the doorbell rang, startling me. I froze, my hand still down my pants, my heart pounding. It couldn't be Tom, could it? He'd just left. Maybe it was one of my neighbors, or—
The doorbell rang again, more insistent this time. I reluctantly withdrew my hand, wiping it on my jeans as I approached the door. I paused, hand on the knob, debating whether to answer it. What if it was someone I didn't want to see?
The doorbell rang a third time, and I sighed, frustrated. Whoever it was, they weren't going away. I steeled myself and pulled the door open.
My jaw dropped as I came face-to-face with Tom.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I blurted out, too flustered to even try and play it cool.
"I have left my keys behind. Mind if I come in?"
I stared at him, dumbfounded. After that little stunt he'd pulled, he had the nerve to show up at my door, acting all innocent? I should slam it in his face and leave him out there.
But...a part of me was thrilled to see him. My body was still humming with arousal, and the thought of him touching me, kissing me, making me come undone...
I stepped aside, letting him in. "Fine, but make it quick."
Tom breezed past me. "Aww, miss me already?" he teased, his gaze sweeping over me in a way that made my breath catch.
I closed the door behind him. "Don't flatter yourself. I was just...getting ready for bed."
"Oh? And what, pray tell, were you doing to get yourself all worked up?"
"Nothing. Just...thinking."
Tom tsked, moving closer. "Tsk, tsk, Sara. Naughty girl. You weren't...touching yourself, were you?"
I swallowed hard, unable to tear my gaze away from his. "And what if I was?" I challenged, my voice husky.
"Then I'm afraid I'll have to punish you." His hand reached out, trailing a finger along my jawline. "After all, I did promise you a little...revenge, didn't I?"
I shivered at his touch, my body practically thrumming with need. "What are you waiting for?" I purred. "Show me what you've got."
Tom's grip on my waist tightened as he pulled me flush against him. I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing into my stomach, and my pulse quickened in anticipation.
"Oh, don't worry, darling," he murmured, his lips brushing my ear. "I plan to show you exactly what I'm capable of."
His hands slid down, cupping my ass firmly. I let out a soft gasp, arching into him. "Then what are you waiting for?" I challenged.
His fingers kneaded my flesh, sending tingles of pleasure through me. I shifted restlessly, aching for more of his touch.
"Tom, please..." I breathed, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He tsked, shaking his head. "None of that now. You're the one who called me an 'old man,' remember?" His grip on my ass tightened, bordering on pain. "Now it's time for a little...payback."
I gasped as he suddenly spun me around, pressing my front against the wall. His body molded to my back, his hardness nestled between my thighs.
"What are you—"
"Shhh," he murmured. "Just relax and enjoy the ride."
His hands roamed my body, caressing and teasing but always avoiding the places I wanted him most. I squirmed and whimpered, desperate for him to touch me where I needed it.
"Tom, please..." I pleaded softly.
"Please what, darling?" he purred, his fingers dancing along the waistband of my jeans. "Use your words."
"Touch me, damn it! Stop teasing and just fuck me already!"
"Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'm not done with my little game yet."
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