Dirty little secrets

29

~Prof Calder~

She was pissed from the moment we got out of that shower, towel wrapped around her tight, not even looking at me as she stomped to the bed and flopped down, muttering something about "teasing asshole" under her breath, and I just stood there dripping water, d**k still half-hard from toying with her, thinking f**k, I pushed it too far, but also kinda smirking inside because her begging had been hot as hell. "Ava, come on," I said, drying off quickly and sliding in next to her naked, trying to pull her close, but she shoved my hand away.

"Not now, Calder. You had your chance."

"Chance? Baby, that was just foreplay."

She rolled over, back to me. "Foreplay my ass. You know what I wanted. d**k. Inside. Not your fingers or tongue or whatever game you're playing. When will you think it's okay to give it to me. "

I sighed, staring at the ceiling, because yeah, I was holding back. This age gap bullshit in my head, not wanting to rush and regret, but her grumpiness hit me hard, made me feel like a d**k myself. "Fine, grumpy pants. Sleep it off."

She huffed, but didn't argue, and we crashed like that, her curled away, me wide awake half the night wondering how to fix this without just giving in yet.

Morning came, and she was still grumpy snapping at me over coffee in the room, "Pass the sugar, please," but in that tone like f**k you, and when I tried kissing her neck, she shrugged me off. "Not in the mood."

"Jesus, Ava, it's one night."

"One night? You've been teasing me since you knew me. I'm over it."

I watched her storm to the bathroom, slamming the door a bit, and that's when I grabbed my phone, thinking okay, old man, time to research how do you make a Gen z young woman happy after edging her like that? I scrolled quickly, incognito mode because of conference WiFi, and hit up some sites articles on romantic gestures, Reddit threads from women gushing about what melts them, stuff about building tension without being a prick. Ideas popped. Yeah, I could do that. Make her happy first, then crack.

First thing: breakfast in bed. Classic, the sites said, makes her feel cared for, not just horny, isn't this like the opposite of what I wanted. Either way let's try it out. I snuck out while she showered, hit the hotel buffet downstairs, loaded a tray with pancakes, fruit, eggs, coffee, even snagged a flower from the lobby vase because ummm, I'm Elias Calder^^XD. Back up, she was out, hair wet, still in towel, frowning at her phone probably texting her best friend about what a tease I was.

"Surprise," I said, kicking the door shut with my foot, setting the tray on the bed. "Breakfast for the grumpiest girl in the hotel."

She looked up, eyes narrowing. "What's this?"

"Food. Eat. Before you bite my d**k off."

She sat cross-legged, poking at the pancakes. "You think food will make me forgive you ?"

"No, but it's a start." I climbed in, cutting a piece and holding the fork to her mouth. "Open."

She rolled her eyes but took it, chewing slowly, and I saw her soften a tad. "Okay, fine, this is good. But don't think.. "

"Shh, eat." I fed her another bite, hand on her knee, and she laughed a bit, swatting me.

"You're being weird. Romantically weird."

"Good, weird?" I asked, popping a strawberry in her mouth.

"Maybe." But then she teared up suddenly, eyes glistening. "f**k, why am I crying? This is stupid. My professor who's almost twice my age is feeding me right now."

I pulled her close, and the tray shoved aside. "Hey, no, it's not. I get it you're frustrated. I'm sorry."

She sniffled, leaning into me. "It's just... sweet. No one's done this for me."

"Idiots, then." We cuddled like that, her head on my chest, me stroking her hair, cuddling hard, like the articles said, releases bonding s**t, makes her feel loved not just lusted.

We stayed tangled for an hour, talking random stuff, her telling me about dumb college stuff, me sharing boring prof stories, laughing when she mocked my "old man" lectures. "You probably drone on like, 'In my day, we used books, not apps.'"

"f**k you, I do not." But I laughed, tickling her side, and she squealed, wrestling back until we were breathless, her grumpiness cracking more.

"Okay, up," I said finally. "Conference crap awaits, but first… "

She groaned. "No more sessions. Honestly they're so boring."

"Tough. But I'll make it fun." That was the next idea brewing playful teasing, like the Reddit stuff, to keep her smiling without s*x.

Down at the conference hall, she sat next to me in a panel, still a bit sulky, arms crossed. I leaned over during a dull talk. "Bet you five bucks that guy says… ."

She smirked. "Paradigm next?? I've heard you say that a lot so yeah, You're on."

And of course he didn’t , and she elbowed me, whispering, "Pay up, loser."

I slipped her a five under the table, but added a note I'd scribbled quickly: "You're hotter than this room's AC fail." I folded it like a kid.

She read it, bit her lip to not laugh out loud. "Cheesy."

"But it's true." I mocked her pout from earlier, crossing my arms exaggerated. "Look, I'm Ava…. grumpy queen."

"Shut up!" she hissed, but giggled, slapping my arm light. "You're such a dork."

The teasing kept going me mimicking the speaker's monotone, her cracking up, us passing notes like high schoolers: hers saying "Bored, save me," mine "Only if you smile."

By lunch, she was lighter, but still shot me glares when I brushed her thigh under the table. "Tease."

"Guilty." But inside, I was planning more research and said small gestures, like flowers for no reason.

After lunch, I ditched a session, told her "Bathroom break," but hit the hotel gift shop, grabbed a bouquet of roses, nothing fancy and a chocolate bar. Back, I handed them over sneaky in the hallway. "For you."

She stared. "What? Why?"

"Because you're you. And I'm sorry for last night."

Her eyes welled up again, hugging the flowers. "Calder... this is... f**k, I'm crying again. Happy crying, but still."

I wiped a tear with my thumb. "Awww. Means it's working."

She hugged me tight, right there, not caring about passersby. "You're making me soft. Asshole."

"Love you soft." Wait, love? Slipped out, but she didn't call it, just kissed me quickly.

Afternoon dragged on, but I had another idea: massage, from the articles back rub, slow touch, building intimacy without jumping to s*x.

Back in the room for a break, she flopped on the bed. "f**k my feet hurt from these heels."

"Here." I grabbed lotion from the bathroom, sat her up, started rubbing her shoulders first, thumbs digging in. "Relax."

"Mmm, okay, that's nice." She sighed, head dropping forward.

I worked down her back, hands under her shirt, kneading knots. "Better?"

"God, yes. Don't stop."

I didn't, turning it romantic and kissing her neck soft between rubs, whispering, "You feel amazing. I love touching you like this."

She moaned low, but not horny, more content. "Why are you being so... perfect today?"

"Because you deserve it. After my teasing bullshit."

She turned, eyes teary again. "Stop, or I'll bawl. This is too much."

I pulled her into my lap, rubbing her back more. "Cry if you need. I'm here."

She did, quiet sobs into my shirt. "Happy tears I promise. No one's ever... cared like this."

"f**k, Ava, that breaks my heart." I held her tighter, rocking a bit, feeling like s**t for holding back but glad I was fixing it.

We cuddled post-massage, her calmer, but dinner loomed idea five: reservations, surprise date, like the threads said, shows planning, thinking of her.

"I booked us a spot," I said, helping her up. "Fancy dinner. Dress up."

She blinked. "When?"

"While you napped earlier. Come on."

She grinned, excited now. "Okay, bossy."

At the restaurant hotel rooftop, but I didn't overdescribe we sat, me pulling her chair like a gent. "Order anything."

She scanned the menu, smirking. "Trying to butter me up?"

"Maybe." I reached across, holding her hand, thumb rubbing her knuckles small gesture, but articles said play with hands, she won't forget.

We talked over wine her dreams, my regrets, laughing when she mocked my age again. "You'll need a walker soon."

"Bitch." But I laughed, squeezing her hand. "With you? I'll run marathons."

Mid-dinner, she teared up over dessert. "This night... perfect. After this morning's grump? You're killing me."

"Good killing?" I asked, wiping her cheek.

"The best." She leaned in. "Thank you."

Back to the room, high from wine, her happier but still eyeing me hungry.

We made out on the bed, her grinding on me, whispering, "Please, now. f**k me for real with your d**k. No more teasing."

I paused, breathing heavy, d**k throbbing. Research said build tension, but she'd been patient, time to crack.

"Okay," I said finally, voice rough. "Yes. I'll f**k you with my d**k. Tonight."

She froze, then squealed, excited tears mixing with the happy ones. "Really? Oh my god, yes!"

But she jumped up suddenly. "Wait…. I want to get ready first. Like, perfect. And I need some girl things from the market lotion, maybe razors, stuff to feel sexy."

"Now?" I groaned, hard as rock.

"Yes! Won't take long. Please?"

I laughed, pulling her back for a kiss. "Fine, go. But hurry. I'm dying here."

She dashed out, grinning through tears. "Be back soon! Love this.. love you being romantic!"

Door shut, and I flopped back, smiling but aching, thinking f**k, research worked I made her cry happy, now excited crying, and soon, we'd crack for real.