Hearts On Campus: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance, Flora Ferrari [best authors to read .txt] 📗

the sounds that want to come out of me as I struggle not to touch myself in his company.

Just when it feels like we’re both about to pop and I think he’s just gonna make his move and order me to grab his dick; that damned security guard waltzes in.

It’s like a bucket of cold water on a burn. A little relief, but the burn is hotter than ever once he leaves.

And once he does leave, I know it’s not my imagination. Wes Heart is in as much need of some relief as I am.

But why the hell would he want me? He could have any girl he wants.

It’s getting so as I don’t mind as long as he does something, but I hear myself chattering away again, nerves mainly, observing his hard drive is all backed up.

He asks if I can fix it, so I set to work, moving my hands across the keyboard so they keep busy if nothing else.

Trying to think about computers so I don’t think about anything else.

But with the man himself so close by, his cologne and manly essence in the air, I can hardly breathe let alone think or even care about computers right now.

It’s simple enough though, and if it keeps me in his company just a little bit longer, I don’t mind at all.

I set his computer to work, cleaning itself up, and ask if he’d mind calling the campus office, letting them know he’s having trouble, but mainly to see if there’s anyone there I can talk to.

He readily agrees and goes to another room to make his call, giving me some time to collect myself and start to look around the man’s apartment.

It’s huge compared to my room, which in itself is a bigger room. The rare, single room in a campus dorm.

Professor Bernstein’s place is right across the hall but seems way smaller than this one, which has a sweeping balcony view over the grounds.

At this time of year, it looks amazing, huge oaks and firs in the distance, piles of red and brown leaves on the ground.

It’s my favorite time of year, not too cold and the perfect weather for staying indoors and avoiding people.

It usually means I can get more work done too, but not today. This whole weekend was supposed to be about relaxing, dreaming.

With the dream coming at least partway true though, I don’t feel relaxed at all.

I’ve never been so wound up in my whole life.

Can’t believe I was across the hallway so many times and never even saw Wes more than that one time in the gymnasium.

Glancing around me, the walls are filled with framed awards, team photos and a stack of medals that I can just tell are all his.

There’s a gap in a series of photos, from when he was younger. My own observations calculate a gap of years in his life between being my age and when he started coaching college teams.

He’s as handsome today as he ever was, maybe even more so.

I shiver and gasp again once I hear his deep voice from the next room. It carries, like his scent, and always feels like it’s going right through me.

The chair under me vibrates with it, and it’s about as much of the man himself vibrating on my pussy as I can stand without him actually being anywhere near me.

What the heck is wrong with me?

How am I gonna get through the rest of my days knowing the one man who has this effect on me is so… so…

Unobtainable.

His hand is in front of my face with his phone suddenly. “It’s someone from IT,” he says, shrugging as I take it, making sure I get another charge from those fingers as mine brush his.

I speak to someone who seems more interested to know what I want accessing the staff only portal on campus, but I explain the situation.

She sounds a little snooty and refers to Mr. Heart like she’s familiar with him.

Something I don’t like at all.

There is some clicking and tapping, then she recommends logging out and back in again.

“If it’s still a problem, Mr. Heart can call me again and I’ll be glad to help,” she says dreamily.

I hang up, making a face, putting his phone down a little too hard.

“Everything alright?” he asks, frowning.

“Who is she?” I nearly spit, surprising myself at how jealous I feel.

“Who’s who?” he asks, confused.

I only stare at the phone, then back at him, my eyes like slits.

“I dunno, whoever the office put me through to,” he reasons aloud. But I can only scowl harder, hating the idea of anyone being so easy with Wes.

My Wes.

It’s stupid, I know. But I’ve already given myself to him in my mind.

Talk about making myself miserable.

As if this guy would ever…

“You hungry?” he asks, breaking my mood in the easiest way, mentioning food.

I’m starving, but we haven’t gotten to the bottom of his computer problem yet.

“Uh, I need you to log out then back in again, but maybe wait until this de-frag is done,” I remark, my lip curling into a smile as I watch him pretend to know what that means.

“But food though?” he says eagerly, making me laugh.

Hearing my laugh bounce off the walls, I realize I haven’t laughed in ages, not real laughter anyway.

Wes just makes me feel so many things, like hot and cold. Jealous then laughing.

Shy and then wild, like an animal that wants to tear its clothes off.

Like someone who’s suddenly thinking things, things I’ve never thought possible.

Things I want him to do to me.

Right now though, he only wants to know if I’m hungry, and I turn bright red when my stomach answers for me.

A low, groaning sound, like a deep sea whale song drones from my belly as his brow cocks with interest.

“I thought so,” he remarks, snapping his phone up again and starting to busy himself with it.

“No allergies?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“You okay with fish?” he murmurs, deep in thought