Chapter 173
**Sara**
I closed my eyes, determined to drift off. Instead, my brain decided to replay our weekend in vivid detail. His hands were on my skin. His mouth trailing down my neck. The way he'd growled my name when I...
My phone stayed stubbornly silent.
"He's just sleeping," I muttered again, squirming against my sheets. "Like I should be. Instead of lying here all hot and bothered thinking about... everything."
I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore the growing ache between them. The friction only worsened, like stoking a fire that threatened to consume me.
"Fuck," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Not fair."
Why should he get to sleep while I was stuck in this state? It wasn't exactly his fault that our conversation had left me hot and bothered... but still. A girl could dream of getting a booty call, right?
I shifted restlessly, tank top riding up over my breasts. My nipples pebbled under the thin fabric, begging for attention. Okay, okay - I got the message.
"Fine." I reached down and pinched one nipple through the cloth, gasping at the spark of pleasure-pain. "But this is so on you if I have to change sheets later."
My other hand delved between my legs, shorts no barrier, as my fingers found my clit. I was already wet enough that two fingers slid inside easily.
"God damnit." My hips bucked against my hand. "You really did this to me, Professor."
He probably thought he was so fucking funny, texting me goodnight after our weekend of filthy adventures. Like that would make me sleepy? Please.
I fingered myself faster as images flashed through my mind - him pinning me against the wall. He was going down on me until I screamed his name in that fancy bathroom.
"Oh fuck..." My legs fell open as I worked a third finger inside myself. "Just like that..."
My pussy clenched around my fingers like it was sucking him back in every time I pulled out. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet room.
"You think you can just leave me hanging like this?" I panted into my pillow. "Nope."
With my free hand, I fumbled for the nightstand drawer and yanked it open.
My hand closed around the familiar shape of my vibrator. I flicked it on, letting it buzz against my palm for a second before pressing it to my clit.
"Fuck yes." My hips bucked as that delicious pressure hit all the right spots. "Just like that."
I worked it in small circles, fingers still pumping in and out of my tight channel. The vibrations made me clench down harder like I was trying to milk something thicker than my own fingers.
"Oh shit." I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan. "You'd love this, wouldn't you?"
Tom's face appeared in my mind's eye - those piercing eyes smoldering with lust as he watched me touch myself. His mouth quirked up into a smirk of pure male satisfaction.
"Bet you'd fuck me so hard right now if you knew what I was doing." I pressed the vibrator harder against my clit, pleasure sparking through my nerves like electricity. "Punish me for being such a dirty girl."
My other hand abandoned its grip on the sheets to tug at my nipple again. A bolt of pleasure shot straight to my core, and I gasped.
"That's... oh god..." My hips jerked erratically, chasing the sensations building low in my belly.
The vibrator slipped lower, buzzing maddeningly against every nerve ending until I was squirming against it with need. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until...
"Oh FUCK!" I came with a cry, pussy clamping down hard on empty air as wave after wave crashed over me.
My legs shook as aftershocks zipped through my body. The vibrator fell from suddenly nerveless fingers onto the tangled sheets.
I flopped bonelessly back into my pillows, chest heaving for breath.
"Well... holy shit." A giggle bubbled up from deep inside me. "That was... intense."
I caught my breath, still tingling from head to toe. "Damn. If Tom knew what he does to me..."
My thighs were slick with arousal, and the sheets beneath me definitely needed changing. I grimaced as I sat up, legs wobbly.
"Note to self: Don't get quite enthusiastic next time."
I stumbled to the bathroom, cleaning myself up with a warm washcloth. My reflection in the mirror looked thoroughly debauched - hair wild, cheeks flushed, lips bitten red.
"You're a mess." I finger-combed my hair into something resembling order. "A horny, desperate mess."
My tank top clung to my skin, damp with sweat. It was great—just what I needed—more laundry to do.
"Why couldn't I have just gone to sleep like a normal person?" I peeled off the sweat-soaked top and tossed it into my hamper. My shorts followed, landing with a wet plop that made me cringe.
"Maybe invest in some waterproof sheets." I rummaged through my dresser for clean pajamas, settling on an oversized t-shirt that hadn't belonged to Matt. Nope. This one was all mine.
The sheets were a lost cause. I stripped them off, bundled them into a ball, and stuffed them into my overflowing hamper.
"Tomorrow's definitely laundry day." I pulled fresh sheets from my closet, wrestling with the fitted sheet that seemed determined to pop off every corner I managed to secure. "Why are these things impossible?"
Finally, after an epic battle with cotton and elastic, I had a presentable bed again. I flopped face-first onto the clean sheets, inhaling the fresh lavender scent.
"Much better." I rolled onto my back, spreading my arms wide. "Now maybe I can actually sleep without... thinking about things."
My phone buzzed.
Tom: Miss you too, fake wife. Sweet dreams.
"Oh, come ON!" I buried my face in my pillow, fighting the urge to start round two. "Now you respond?"
I typed back quickly: Already in bed. SLEEPING. Like you should be.
His response was immediate: Shame. I was just thinking about that thing you did with your tongue...
"Nope, nope, nope." I turned my phone face-down. "Not going there again. Sleep time."
I pulled the covers up to my chin, determined to actually rest. My body still hummed with residual pleasure, making me feel loose and relaxed.
"Sleep," I commanded myself firmly. "No more sexy thoughts. No more professor fantasies. Just sleep."
My eyes drifted shut, and exhaustion won out over hormones this time. My last thought before falling asleep was that I needed to stop talking to myself so much.
Maybe I was going crazy. But at least I was having fun doing it.
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