Chapter 124
**Sara**
I glared at him, my frustration palpable. The heat of our passion still coursed through my veins, my body throbbing in anticipation. How fucking dare he answer that call? My pussy was slick with arousal, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Tom stood there, the phone pressed to his ear, all casual, like he wasn't just knuckle-deep inside me, driving me to the brink of insanity.
I stared at him, captivated. His robe hung open, revealing the hard lines of his chest and the impressive bulge in his boxers. I bit my lip, resisting the urge to touch myself in his absence. My fingers twitched with the need to slide into the wet heat he'd left behind, but I refused to give him the satisfaction. No, he was going to finish what he started, and he'd do it now.
His conversation droned on, snippets of it filtering through my lust-addled brain. Something about a dinner or family or some shit. Who cared? I only cared about the fire he'd lit inside me and the need to quench it.
I shifted slightly, feeling the slickness between my thighs. God, every movement sent jolts of pleasure rippling through me, my clit throbbing with need. I ran a finger along my pussy, almost to reassure myself it was still there, still ready for him. Wet didn't even begin to cover it. I was soaked, dripping with the evidence of my desire. He'd stirred up a fucking hurricane inside me, and he was just going to leave me hanging?
Tom finally hung up, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw me sprawled out on the couch, legs parted, practically begging for him.
My body thrummed with anticipation, every nerve ending on fire. I watched him, my breath caught in my throat, waiting for him to pounce.
But instead of diving back between my legs like I desperately wanted, the bastard settled beside me on the couch. I could've screamed.
"What the actual fuck, Tom?" I growled, frustrated.
He dared to chuckle. "Sorry, babe. Family calls."
I tried to ignore the persistent throbbing between my thighs. "What was that about anyway? Must've been pretty important to interrupt... this." I gestured vaguely at my still-naked body.
"Family dinner tonight. Apparently, I'm expected to make an appearance."
"And you're not interested?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I mean, who wouldn't want to spend their Sunday evening with family instead of fucking their hot student senseless? Note the sarcasm.
"It's not that," he said, his expression growing serious. "It's just... complicated."
I sat up, curiosity temporarily overriding my arousal. "Complicated how?"
He leaned back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "My father will undoubtedly start talking about me joining the family business as CEO. It's not a bad gig, really, but..."
"But you're not ready for it," I finished for him.
He nodded. "Exactly. I'm interested in working as a professor. I love what I do. But try explaining that to my old man."
"Let me guess, he also wants you to settle down, get married, pop out a few kids?"
Tom's grimace was answered enough. "Got it in one. He's probably got another society princess lined up for me to meet."
"Yikes," I said, stifling a pang of jealousy. "And you're not ready for marriage yet?"
"God, no," he said with a laugh. "Can you imagine me married? With kids?"
The mental image of Tom in a 'World's Best Dad' apron, surrounded by mini-Toms, was hilarious and oddly endearing. I couldn't help but giggle.
"What's so funny?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
I shook my head, still grinning. "Nothing. Just picturing you changing diapers and singing lullabies."
His eyes widened in mock horror. "Don't even joke about that. I can barely keep a plant alive."
"Hey, you're doing alright with me," I teased, nudging him with my foot.
He caught my ankle, his touch sending sparks through my body. "Oh yeah? And what exactly am I doing with you?"
The heat in his gaze reignited the fire in my belly. "Well," I purred, leaning closer, "you were in the middle of something important before that call interrupted us."
"Was I now? Care to remind me?"
I grabbed his hand, guiding it between my legs. "I think it went something like this..."
His eyes darkened, fingers finding my slick core through the thin fabric of my panties. "You mean right here?" he murmured, slipping a finger past my panties and into my wet heat. My breath hitched, and my hips bucked toward his hand instinctively.
"God, yes," I gasped. "Right there, you were doing something to my pussy before your fucking phone interrupted."
Tom's smirk told me he knew the power he had over me. His finger slid deeper, curling to hit that spot that blurred my vision. Another finger joined the first, stretching me deliciously. He thrust them in and out with a slow but deliberate rhythm, driving me insane.
"Like this?" he taunted, his thumb finding my clit and circling it. "Is this what you needed?"
"Fuck, yes," I moaned, the sensations too much to handle. "Don't stop."
But he had other ideas. He pushed my panties aside, exposing my soaked pussy to the cool air. His tongue darted out, licking a stripe from my entrance to my clit, making me shudder. "God, you taste amazing," he groaned, diving in for another taste.
His tongue worked wonders, flicking and circling my clit with expert precision. I squirmed beneath him, the pleasure building too quickly. His fingers continued their relentless pace, fucking me while his mouth drove me wild.
"Tom, please," I writhed, gripping his hair. "I'm gonna come."
But he wasn't done teasing me. He pulled away just as I teetered on the edge, leaving me trembling and desperate. "Not yet," he whispered, trailing kisses up my torso. He pulled my bra down, freeing my breasts, his mouth latching onto a nipple.
"Fuck," I gasped as he sucked hard, his teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive bud. His other hand found my neglected breast, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers. The dual assault on my senses had me arching off the couch, craving more of his touch.
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