Chapter two

Aria frowned slightly. “Pretty sure.”

She wasn’t looking for complications. Just one reckless night to erase Marcus.

Then tomorrow, she would start her Masters program with a clean slate.

No baggage. No feelings.

He studied her for a long moment, his blue eyes darkening. “Alright. One night.”

Before she could say another word, his mouth claimed hers again—deeper, rougher, like he was rewriting every rule she’d just set.

He dragged his lips down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck while his hands roamed her curves.

She gasped, tilting her head back as he sucked hard.

His palms slid down to squeeze her ass cheeks, pulling her tighter against him so she could feel every inch of his throbbing erect cock grinding into her belly.

“Fuck, I need you,” Aria whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Aria fumbled with his shirt as she dragged it over his head, exposing his broad chest. Damn, he is fucking ripped.

She worked his belt, the metal clicking as she unbuckled it.

She shoved his jeans and boxers to his ankles in one go and his cock sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum at the tip.

Holy moly fuck!

Marcus was definitely nowhere close to the sheer size of this… this monstrous cock that was teasing her to take it into her mouth.

“My turn,” he muttered as he yanked her tight dress over her hips and off in one swift motion, exposing her lace bra and matching thong.

Her heavy tits strained against the fabric, her nipples poking through like hard pebbles.

He snapped the clasp open, watching her breasts bounce free, then palmed them roughly, leaning in to capture one nipple in his mouth as his tongue lashed it relentlessly.

Aria moaned, threading her fingers through his hair, holding him there as waves of pleasure shot straight to her core.

She was soaked. Her pussy was aching and dripping into her thong.

Pushing him to the bed, she dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on his as she gripped his cock and spat on the head.

Then, she took him deep into her mouth, bobbing her head as she sucked from balls to tip.

The man bucked, one hand gripping the bedpost while the other held her hair tight, guiding her rhythm.

“Fuck, your mouth is so good," he rasped, watching her through half-lidded eyes. "You’re gonna make me blow if you keep that up."

She worked him faster, hand twisting at the base until he pulled her off with a pop and a strained grunt.

“Not yet. I need to taste you first.”

He hurled her up and tossed her onto the king-sized bed like she weighed nothing.

Then, he peeled off her thongs and spread her thighs wide, inhaling her sweet, musky scent before burying his face in her pussy.

He licked her clit in firm drags before plunging his tongue inside hers, fucking in and out, and lapping up her juices that flowed out.

"Ommmggg!!!" Aria's hands fisted the sheets, back bowing off the bed as she moaned loudly, the overwhelming sensation shooting through her.

He devoured her hungrily, sucking her folds and circling her nub, flicking it rapidly.

His two fingers slid into her wetness, curling to hit that sensitive spot deep inside.

Aria writhed under him, her breath coming in short pants.

“Right there… don’t stop,” she begged, her body tensing as the pressure built.

He added a third finger, pumping faster, the squelch of her wetness filling the air.

His mouth never left her clit until she exploded, her orgasm crashing over her as she shuddered.

Not giving her time to recover, he positioned himself between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit.

“You ready for me?”

“God yes,” Aria nodded eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He thrust in slowly at first, inch by inch, groaning  as she clenched around his length, until his balls were pressed against her ass.

“Godddd… you are so fucking tight.”

Oh fuck me!

They moved together, hips snapping in a building rhythm.

He pulled back and slammed in deep, angling to grind against her G-spot with each thrust.

Aria met him too, her nails scratching down his back, leaving red trails.

Sweat slicked their skin, the room filling with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh and their mingled gasps.

“Turn over! I want to see that ass bounce,” he growled, flipping her onto all fours.

She arched her back, presenting her soaked pussy and the tight pucker above. He slapped her ass cheek, watching it turn red and jiggle.

Then he gripped her hips and slammed back in.

The new angle let him go deeper as his balls slapped against her clit with every plunge.

She pushed back, fucking him as much as he fucked her, her breasts swaying with the force.

“Harder!” she demanded, and he obeyed.

One hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, which he bit as his pace turned brutal. “Your pussy is so fucking tight… I-I’m gonna cum soon. Fuck!”

Aria tensed as her second orgasm ripping through her, pussy spasming wildly around his shaft.

That sent him over the edge as he buried himself deep and erupted, with some of the excess leaking out around his base as he kept thrusting through his release.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, chests heaving.

He gathered her close, kissing her forehead as they caught their breath.

What the actual fuck!

Aria couldn't believe it.

That was the best sex she'd ever had, even in all the years she was with Marcus.

She nestled against the stranger, sated and drowsy, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

Within minutes, exhaustion from the intensity pulled them under as they drifted off to sleep.

- - -

The sunlight that cut through the cheap curtain burned her eyes.

"Fuck, my head!"

It hurt so bad. She had taken more shots than she ever had.

Slowly, she sat up and looked over at the other side of the bed.

It was empty. No note on the pillow either.

Of course. What was she expecting?

She remembered last night and her walls clenched on nothing.

God, could that man fuck any better?

She pulled out her phone from her purse. 22 missed calls from Lena. "Why is she calling so early?"

Then she saw the time. 10:25 AM. Oh shit!

She bolted to the shower, scrubbing her sticky thighs still slick with their mixed release. Next, she combed her dark waves frantically into a messy bun that wouldn’t hold.

She re-wore her now-wrinkled black dress.

“I’ll have to borrow a sweater from someone at the reception,” she murmured as she rushed out the front door.

In the cab, she pressed her forehead to the cool window, her fist clenched in her laps.

This was her one big shot she was fucking up.

A 100% tuition-free York Graduate Scholarship for Lit Theory Masters at York University. She was one of the 10 students who were awarded the scholarship this year.

Lena had pushed her to apply after Marcus’s bullshit. “Success is the best revenge, Ari. Do it.”

She had a 4.0 GPA for her bachelors, and published an essay on feminist arcs in Victorian novels which went viral.

Even the Dean had called her personally. “You’re a top talent from working-class roots. Don’t waste this privilege.”

And here she was, late on the first day of class.

The cab pulled up to the campus gate that had massive red bricks arched thick around it.

Fresh-faced undergrads buzzed around with overstuffed backpacks and new-year dreams.

“Keep the change,” she slammed the door and rushed down to class.

She plucked her airpods in and Lena’s voicenote crackled: “Girl, don’t tell me you overslept. I hope you’re in class right now.”

Aria kicked into sprint mode, her books clutched tight to her chest as her lungs burned sharp.

Boom!

A full body collision rocked her hard, her bag exploding open, notebooks and pens scattered across the path like white confetti.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry… I’m super late—”

Strong hands caught her elbows steady, preventing her from falling over.

She looked up to see who she had hit.

The blue eyes widened behind thin wire glasses. Black hair neatly combed now, his crisp navy suit hugging that exact muscular frame she knew too well from…

No. Fucking. Way.

Her jaw dropped, her eyes almost out of their sockets, as she stared in recognition.

Her stranger from last night. What was he doing here?

Aria tried to say something, but no words came out.

At least, she wasn’t the only one dumbfounded. The man looked equally shocked and confused.

But before either of them could find their voice, a student yelled from across the sunny quad, waving a paper.

“Professor Anderson! Have you got the updated syllabus yet?”

Her knees threatened to give way.

There’s no way she heard right.

Professor? Did she just fuck a Professor in her school?