Forbidden Cravings (A Steamy Passionate Collection)

~NORA~ Blowing out a breath mixed with the steam that seared through the bathroom, I stepped out of the hot tub, enjoying the cold evening air that hit me from the open window. There was something about having a hot bath while keeping the windows open and inviting the cold evening air. The contrast was welcoming, almost addictive. I didn't bother wrapping my towel around my waist as I walked out of the bathroom, my oversized flip-flops padding across the tiles. It was a school night, but also a frat party, which meant it was the only night in a week we were allowed to stay out late, until after curfew of course. Olivia perched around my desk, clad in a tight red dress that hugged every inch of her ass and emphasized her luscious curves. She was thick in the right places, like me. But I was thicker. She doesn't get those blatant lewd glances that every guy in the building directs at me whenever I walk past. I could see the hunger in their eyes, evident, primal. Like, they could strip me with their gaze if given the chance. But I belonged to only one person. One man who I deemed worthy enough to have all of me. "Let me guess," she turned from my journalism textbook, which she had been flipping through before I walked in. "You left the bathroom windows open again?" Chuckling, I nodded slowly, but my thick breasts bounced with little or no effort. "Gets me every time.” She sneered at me. "I don't know if that's some fetish of yours. Dress up, sexy, or we're going to be late." Still smiling, I padded my way towards my walk-in closet. The dorm house was already abuzz with excitement about the party. I was too. Because tonight's the night I finally make my move. All this time, I'd been hiding behind several orgasms with the image of his muscular physique filling my mind, getting wet just at the sight of him, and f*****g myself in the bathroom so hard that my p***y shook. Still, it wasn't enough. My p***y needed him, craving his touch and his massive presence. Tonight, I was done hiding. I made sure to choose the tiniest of dresses in my closet. Red, sensuous, made my ass pop and my t**s out in the open...well, almost. When I was all dressed up, I turned and Olivia was gaping at me, a surprised expression etched on her face. "That's what you're wearing?" She gestured at my red dress, which barely covered my thighs. I looked down at myself, pretending I wasn't aware of it. "Yeah. What's wrong with it?" Olivia scoffed. "Dude. That dress barely covered your thighs. You're already drawing attention with how..." She made a gesture that emphasized her body. ...hella thick you are." A soft chuckle burst out of my lips as I slipped into my black suede high ankle heels, making my way to the vanity table, in front of the mirror. I was very pleased with what I saw; set and ready to slay all. But with only one man in mind. I applied my red lip gloss and promptly turned to face Olivia who still looked like I emanated from the zombie world. "I'm set, bestie. Now, let's skedaddle..." ~~~~~~~~~~~ The hall was filled to the brim by the time we arrived, with music buzzing and everyone already high on either drinks or drugs. But as soon as I stepped in, it was as though the sea of people parted and all eyes were directed on me. I scanned the hall filled with booze whose eyes crawled all over me, with only one person in mind. Then my eyes rested on him, green and piercing, resting on the wall with a glass dangling on the hand that was casually placed on his knee. I felt blood rush through my face at the heat that those gazes seared through me. The desire etched on those green irises wasn't mistaken. And the way his eyes crawled over every inch of my body as though he wanted to strip me. My heart started racing. Hell, I wanted him to. No, needed— "Hey, babe..." Damian, my boyfriend's voice sounded in my ears and I mentally cursed before glancing at him. Without wasting time, he wrapped his hand around me and captured my lips in a kiss that did nothing but bore frustration into my skin. He was watching, I could feel it. The hairs on my body stood on end. Damian finally ended the kiss, looking me over with a s****l glint dancing around his eyes. "Miss Donna..." His unmistakable deep voice hit my ears, my core, and reverberated through me. Relief was dancing around my eyes when I turned, craning my neck to meet his gaze. But it was on Damian, sharp and murderous. "Can you give us a minute?" He wasn't asking, he was demanding. Damian scampered away without hesitation. Then his gaze was back to me, resuming the stares that made every part of my body come alive. "Follow me." He ordered and started walking away. "Gladly..." I muttered under my breath and dashed towards me, my body bouncing along, p***y wet and c**t throbbing so hard. Just with the sight of him, I was already melting. I didn't know where he was taking me, but I followed eagerly like a sheep being slaughtered. Then we arrived at his office. With one kick, the door was pushed open and I walked in, eyes darting with confusion as to what we were doing here. But before I could ask, his lips came on mine, soft, kissing me hard that my knees became wobbly. Then he tore his mouth away from mine, eyes glittering with lust as they raked every part of my body. My panties were already soaked and it took me everything not to literally jump on him right now. "You decided to wear that to a party filled with boys with raging hormones!" He all but growled, yanking me closer that I fell on him, my breast bouncing against his chest. His darkened eyes darted towards the breasts that were begging to be released, n*****s hard and pushing achingly against my dress. Of course, I wasn't wearing a bra. I'd wanted this ever since he walked into the lecture hall as our journalism lecturer. Fantasies of him slamming furiously into me, invading my senses. I wanted him to bounce on top of him like a slut. But here he was, gazing at me like a piece of meat about to be thoroughly chewed. Oh, I wanted it. So I pushed past the barriers, the dos and don'ts that stared me in the face. He was my professor, I shouldn't have had him, but I wanted to. "Are you going to kiss me again?" I whispered into his ear, leaning on my tiptoe. I felt his body tense against me, fueling further the juices that literally leaked through my p***y. "Or shall I?" That was the last thing I said before he yanked me up with a cuss, and like a b***h, I straddled him, gazing down at him with lust-filled eyes. "Time to teach you how to be a good girl." He all but growled.