Chapter 14 Wet Dreams.
NANCY’S POV
Later, in my room, I slipped into my bed and pulled the covers high on my chest. Next should have been sleep, but no matter how I tried, I just couldn’t summon the urge.
I tried staring at the ceiling, counting sheep, and I even tried shutting my eyes tight for a long while, but that did nothing to change my state.
Sleep eluded me.
Logically, after a long day of classes and a day out with Diana and her friend, which ended with me coming home to assist her in making dinner, I should have been knocked out the minute I got into bed, but somehow, logic wasn’t functional tonight.
Unable to fall asleep, I resigned myself to staring at the ceiling.
That, however, served to help my thoughts run wild in my head, and as I lay there, I kept repeatedly replaying the conversation I’d had with Mr. Landon downstairs.
He had told me to be careful about how quickly I put my trust in people, and while I agreed with what he said, I couldn’t understand why he said it like that.
If it weren’t for the tone with which he said it, I would have written it off as just casual advice, but the tone made it sound personal.
As though he was telling me not to trust him.
But, he was Diana’s Father.
Why wouldn’t I trust him?
I turned onto my side and pulled the blanket up to my chin, mulling over it when my mind drifted to something else.
The way he’d looked at me.
His gaze earlier, right before I walked out of the room, when he had sidestepped into my path, had been so intense, and thinking of it now made my stomach flip in that way it had been doing for days.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get my recollection of his Gray eyes from my mind and make myself stop thinking about it.
From our conversation earlier, he was someone who clearly and strongly believed in the concept of boundaries.
I couldn’t cross the boundaries between us, I knew that much, and it was why I willed myself to stop thinking of him in the way that I did.
I rolled onto my back again with a frustrated sigh when my effort proved abortive and huffed loudly in frustration, “This is ridiculous.”
Even as I said that, a strange warmth pooled in my stomach, and my body began to warm up.
“Okay… seriously, stop.” I puffed out a breath of air when my mind began to take me to a forbidden place, the very same thing that had led me to masturbate to the image of my best friend's Father in the bathroom.
I turned onto my side again and forced myself to focus on something else. Thinking about my Father and Mr Hudson proved to be a safe choice, because the instant my mind switched to them, my chest brimmed with anger.
And that anger was sufficient to override my desire.
Sometime, between one moment and the next, sleep finally claimed me.
But even in sleep…my mind betrayed me.
I found myself standing in the hallway beside the lecture room. It was devoid of people, and the only two people standing in the empty space were Mr. Landon and me.
His sleeves were rolled up to his arms, exposing the veins that lined them, and his eyes were trained on me.
“Nancy.”
The way he said my name made a shiver run down my spine.
I blinked, confused by his presence, “Why are you here?”
He smirked then pushed off the wall he was resting on, “I could ask you the same.”
“I…I…I'm here because…” I suddenly found that I couldn’t think of a reason. My brain felt like it was filled with cotton.
While I struggled to find my words, Mr. Landon crossed the space between us, and before I knew what was going on, he had me held against the wall.
His hands reached out, and I shivered when he planted his palm on the open skin of my thigh.
“Mr. Landon, what are you…” The rest of my words were swallowed by a kiss.
His lips…
God, they were so soft.
His tongue slipped into my mouth, and mine tangled with it, as knights engaged in a sword fight, trying to conquer one another.
His hands rode up my thighs, and without hesitation, I parted them to allow him access.
My mind turned into mush, and I was no longer thinking. All I wanted was for the ache between my thighs to be soothed.
Slowly and torturously, his hands rode up my thighs until his fingers touched my panty-clad pussy.
It was just a brief touch, but it felt as though I had been electrocuted.
“Mr. Landon,” I groaned, arching my back into him.
I wanted more of his touch.
He didn’t deprive me of it. His hands moved again, and this time, they stroked my clit through the fabric.
I gasped, and he pulled away, allowing me to suck in a breath of air. A second later, his lips found my neck, tracing down to my clavicle.
He stroked my clit harder, and in one swift motion, he shifted my panties with one finger while the other worked its way into my slit.
A loud moan escaped me.
“Shhh.”
“Hold that moan until I tell you to let it out.”
I nodded frantically, scared that he would stop touching me in the way that I wanted.
Slowly, his fingers drove into me, then he slowly pulled them out, just to shove them back in hard.
He kept doing that until he found a steady rhythm.
I wanted to, craved so badly to moan, but he’d told me not to, so I bit down hard on my lip to keep from accidentally doing so.
His touch sent sparks of agonizing bliss through me, and each thrust of his fingers threatened to shatter me.
His head dropped to my neck again, and his tongue lapped at my skin for a minute.
“Cum for me,” he commanded hoarsely before he bit down hard.
Right at the same time, I shuddered, and it was as though a floodgate had been opened.
My juices gushed down my thighs, and my legs shook with the intensity of my orgasm.
While I still swam in the throes of pleasure, he pulled back from me and stared down at me with a pleased smile hanging off his lips.
“Now that I have your juices on my finger, I want the feel of your tight pussy around my cock. Do you want that too, Nancy?”