THIRTY: Tinder Date

My body has been aching for Harlan ever since I left his office, which is not the way I should have felt. He'd made me cum. Hell, the man could practically bring me to orgasm with the blink of an eye. But by the time I got back to my room, I was already itching for more.

This is what he does to me; I envision his face, his voice, the words he uses to heighten my pleasure, to incite fear and bliss, inexplicably, all at once. It isn't that he hasn't given me enough, it is that he'd given me everything. Because of him, I've tasted...everything.

And now, I can't live without it.

Lately, I'm constantly aroused. With the memories of what he'd done to me fresh in my mind, it is impossible not to be. At the moment, taking his cock was almost too much. But now, in the moments when we're separated, even if only for a brief amount of time, I need more.

Harlan has made it clear that I'll be joining him again later, but that for the time being, he has some things to finish taking care of at the office. I'd practically whined in protest when he'd told me, and not just for my own pleasure. I ache to have his cock in my mouth again. Something about the way it fills me makes me dizzy just thinking about it.

So, I head back to my dorm, flopping down onto my bed the second I step into my room and shrug my book-bag off my shoulder.

Instinctively, my hand dives in between my legs. But before I can touch myself, I freeze.

Later. I'll still see him again later.

And then – just like he'd told me before, that night in his office when he'd taken my mouth around his cock without pleasuring me in return – then, it will be perfect.

Groaning, I push myself off the bed. I have to go out and do something while I wait, or I'll drive myself insane. Shaking my head and smoothing down my hair, I close my eyes and try my best to clear my mind.

It’s enough time to get dinner and get a head start on packing my things for winter break. Honestly, I hadn't really thought about the weight of having to leave just as I'm finally starting to make strides with Harlan. So much of my attention is given to him, and any left over is thrust into frantically preparing for all my finals. Now that they are all over, I'm left with the sudden realization that I'm leaving for a month in a matter of days.

Will tonight be the last night I see Harlan until I come back after New Year's?

My stomach rolls as I begin pacing my room, picking out my favourite bras, underwear, tee-shirts, and jeans, and throwing them in a duffle bag.

I'm lost in thought when I finally hear my phone buzz. I practically dive for it, heart skipping several beats when my eyes fall on a payment for an uber. He is still hesitant to involve his driver, which is likely for the best. No one can see me enter or exit his house.

The excuse of being his TA would only get me so far.

I quickly snatch up a tote bag, throwing in a fresh pair of socks and underwear before shoving myself out of my room to snatch up my toiletries from the bathroom, still dressed in my skirt and sweater from earlier that day.

Exiting the bathroom, I stop dead in my tracks.

Rose stands in the doorway of her bedroom at the other end of my suite, watching me practically sprint out the door with an overnight bag under my arm.

"Hey." She says, brow furrowing slightly.

"Hey." I say, trying to cover the swallow that chokes in my throat with an aura of inauthentic confidence.

She quirks a brow at me, eyes flashing towards the bag.

"Tinder date." I answer, hoping that I sound – and look – casual... and inconspicuous.

The silence that lays flat and heavy in between us seems to stretch on for eternity. But just when I'd decided that she is onto me, she nods, tells me to be safe and to make sure I say goodbye before I leave for the holiday.

With a twinge of guilt twisting in my stomach, I return the sentiment, and run for my exit.