30 Nights

by Christine d'Abo

  Jasmine on the other hand looked ready to get into it right then and there. While she didn’t work for him, the last thing I wanted to deal with was tension between the two of them, especially now. I stood and talked over Jasmine. “Sir, I managed to get the material switched over to the new template. Do you want to begin your review now?”

  “Yes. I expect that you’ve not made any further errors.”

  Jasmine’s hands were balled at her sides. “I’ll be sure to bring you back that coffee.”

  “Thank you.” Just go, Jaz. Run away and cool off. “Enjoy your lunch.”

  Professor Mickelson took Jasmine’s seat and rolled it over to my desk once she’d gone. “Your friend needs to understand that employees of this school are held to high standards. She should know better than to behave like a student their first time away from home. Unacceptable.”

  “I’m sure it won’t happen again. Now, I’ve brought up the diagram and I’ve started to relabel everything. Would you mind taking another look?”

  First Eric, then Jasmine. Today was turning into something out of my nightmares. At least Mickelson wasn’t going to be around for long. Only a few days and he’d be off again for the rest of the semester. Then things would get back to normal.

  20

  By the time we’d finished making all the changes to his presentation, I’d barely had enough energy to drag myself to the bus stop. Jasmine came back after lunch and tried to engage me a few times before she had to leave for her own curriculum development meeting. Eric came back after his classes and I caught sight of him leaving after he’d dropped a few things off.

  My phone had buzzed a few times after that, but Mickelson had me completely focused on getting everything ready for him to go away. By the time I made it home, it was seven thirty and I was starving.

  I grabbed a frozen dinner and threw it in the microwave while I finally remembered to check my messages. Eric had pinged me, and the simple act of seeing his name was enough to chase away some of the tension from the day. As I read his messages, my smile exploded into a grin.

  Sorry about the coffee. I’ll make it up to you.

  I hope your day got better.

  I ran into Jasmine and she filled me in. Phil is such an asshole.

  Was going to come say hi, but saw he was still with you. Call me when you’re free.

  I pressed his number just as the microwave beeped. “Hey.”

  “You sound exhausted.”

  “It was a long day redoing my work. And before you say anything, yeah, I had actually screwed up.”

  “Given what you’ve been through in the last few weeks, that’s understandable. How are you doing?”

  “Good. Tired. Work keeps my mind off thinking about her. Missing her.”

  “Just work?” It was cute the way his voice went up.

  “Oh and maybe the awesome sex I’ve been having recently with a really hot professor. That’s helped. A bit. I guess.”

  “Would it help if I came over?”

  I wanted nothing more than to see him then, I really did. But I was tired and it would take time for him to get here. “That would be awesome, but I’m not sure how much I have left in me.”

  “Do you want me to let you go?”

  “No. It’s nice having a friendly voice. Besides, I missed out on seeing you today. The least we can do it talk.”

  There was shuffling on the other end of the phone. “I have an idea, but I’m not sure you’re up for it.”

  “Does it involve me leaving my apartment?”

  “No.”

  “Then I’m game.”

  “Okay then. I want you to go to your bedroom and get on your bed.”

  I shoved the last of my measly meal into my mouth, pitched the container in the recycling bin, and shuffled as quickly as my feet could take me. “One minute.”

  Had Eric been here, I would have been embarrassed about him seeing the blanket that had his scent balled up in place of my pillow. I moved it over and stretched out in the middle of the bed. “Okay, I’m here.”

  “I’m also in my bedroom.”

  It was strange, but I hadn’t really thought about his place, what it would look like, the types of things he’d have. “What color is it?”

  “The walls are navy. My bedding is brown.”

  “Very manly.”

  “Thank you.”

  “And dark.”

  “Yes.”

  “Sounds depressing.”

  “Can we not discuss my walls?” Lord, he sounded cute when he was annoyed.

  “Sure. What do you want to discuss?” There was more rustling on the other end, but I couldn’t quite make the noises out. “What are you doing?”

  “Getting naked.”

  Yes! Naked Eric was naked. “Should I do that too?”

  “Not yet.”

  He might not have been able to see my pout, but I did it anyway. “Fine. What are we doing anyway?”

  “Day Fifteen.”

  Shit, I knew I should have grabbed the cards on my way by. “Have sex blindfolded?”

  “Role-play.”

  “And what are we going to be role-playing?”

  “I was going to leave that up to you. We have many options.”

  My initial reaction was to say phone sex operator and client, but that was the safe and easy road. Going the whole professor and student road was a little too close to home. To be honest, I’d had more than my fair share of fantasies about Eric and there was one that I kept coming back to.

  “You’re going to think I’m weird when I suggest this, but I’d love for you to be an evil villain that I’m trying to catch.” There was a muffled noise. “Eric?”

  The muffles cleared up, but it was clear he’d been laughing. “A super villain? Me?”

  “Yeah. You’d be Professor Cyborg, hell-bent on taking over the city of Toronto. You’ve been subverting all mechanical devices for your evil purposes.”

  “And what shall I call you?”

  “I don’t know. What do you suggest?”

  “How about Super Vixen?”

  “That’s a bit sexist.”

  “Okay, do you want to change it?”

  “Naw, it’s fine.” I’d never been considered a vixen by anyone before. Turns out I liked it.

  “So how do you want to start this?” I heard him shifting around on his bed. “I can hang up and call you back?”

  Sex shouldn’t be this fun. “Okay. Give me a minute to get naked, then call.”

  “Leave your bra and panties on. The evil Professor Cyborg might have an idea.”

  We hung up and I burst out laughing. This wasn’t going to turn into something sexy if I couldn’t get ahold of myself. The giggles didn’t stop even as I stripped down to my unmentionables. I closed my eyes and took several long, deep breaths, calming myself enough that when my phone rang again, I was ready.

  “Who is this?” I might not be the best actress, but I could make this work. Glenna was gone and Super Vixen was here to save the day. “How did you get this number?”

  “I would think nothing I did surprised you by now, Super Vixen.”

  There was a low purr to his voice, just smarmy enough for me to buy the villain thing, but not too over the top. Eric had hidden talents.

  “Professor Cyborg,” I growled, well, I tried to growl. I might have accidentally purred. “You’re not going to escape me this time.”

  “How do you propose to stop me? You don’t even know where I am.”

  It took me a moment to get my giggles under control. “I’m tracking this call as we speak. Within seconds I’ll have all the information I’ll need to finally find your secret lair.”

  “Not unless I do something to stop you first.”

  “Nothing can prevent me from bringing you in.”

  “Oh no?” He lowered his voice and lost the smugness. “You’ve forgotten the key thing about me, my dear.”

  “What’s that?”

  “That I have control
over all machines. Including your cell phone. Right this moment I’ve activated a program that will force you to do anything I want.”

  Yes, this little scenario was going to work out just fine. “You bastard. I don’t believe you.”

  “I’ll prove it. Super Vixen, I want you to slide your hand across your breast and tease your nipple through your bra.”

  My hand shook as I complied. Maybe it was because I’d let myself get into the game, but I swore I could feel Eric’s control being exerted on me. “No!”

  “Oh yes, Vixen. You’re completely under my control. I can make you do anything. Use anything. Pinch your nipple.”

  I did and gasped at the sudden rush of excitement that rippled through me. “This is wrong.”

  “No, wrong would be if I made you use something else.”

  “You wouldn’t.” Oh please, Eric, do all the naughty things to me.

  He cleared his throat. “I want you to reach into your nightstand and take out the vibrator that’s there. The bright pink one.”

  “How could you know that?” I was already reaching for it. I’d kept the vibrator from the movie theater. I’d had so much fun with it that there was no way he was ever getting it back.

  “I have cameras everywhere. I can see you night and day. Sleeping and awake.” I froze and he paused to clear his throat. “Wait, was that too weird?”

  “A little, but just move past it. You’re doing great.”

  “Okay. Do you have it in your hand, Vixen?”

  “I’m trying to resist you.” I really wasn’t. “Dammit, I’ve lost control.”

  “I want you to put your phone on speaker so you have use of both your hands. By the time I’m through with you, Super Vixen, you won’t be in any condition to come after me.”

  If all went well, I hoped that I’d be coming before him.

  I turned on my speaker and set the phone down by my head. “I can’t resist you, Professor Cyborg.”

  “You have the vibrator?”

  “Yes.”

  “I want you to turn it on. Press it to your nipple through the bra.”

  The buzz of the vibrator was louder than I’d remembered, and it would be easy for Eric to hear. I gasped at the first touch against my nipple. It was amazing how much I could feel even through the fabric. The vibrator’s U-shape made it easy enough for me to hold, even though the entire thing shook in my hand.

  “Now the other one. Nice and slow.”

  I lifted the vibrator up and moved it to my other breast. I held it just above my nipple for a moment before slowly lowering it down. “You bastard.”

  “I’m a super villain after all.”

  “You’re making me horny.” I’d been a raging ball of lust from the moment he’d suggested we use one of the cards.

  “I’ve only just begun.”

  It was hard to hear much of anything with him on the speaker, but I thought I detected him moving around on his bed. I pictured him stretched out, cock jutting out proudly from his body. His neck and chest would be flushed as he reached out and grabbed his shaft.

  It was even easier to imagine this once I heard the harsh edge that his voice had taken on. “Take off your bra.”

  There was no gentle teasing now. Eric was either really horny or getting fully into his role. I arched my back long enough to unclasp and toss my bra to the floor. My nipples tightened in the cool air and I wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth lick and tease them.

  “I wish you were here. I want to feel you touching me.” I rolled my head toward the phone and moaned. If he could tease, then so could I.

  “Vixen.”

  “That’s Super Vixen to you.”

  “While I might not be there, my machines are. And you can’t stop them.”

  And really, why would I even want to try? This was the most fun I’d ever had with sex. “You’ll pay for this.”

  “Not before you do. Take my vibrator and slide it nice and slowly into your pussy.”

  “I still have my panties on.”

  “I’m sure you can work around that. I believe you have some practice.”

  Memories of the movie theater threatened to distract me. Groaning, I pulled my panties to the side and slipped the vibrator into my pussy. With it now inside me, it was easier to hear Eric’s ragged breathing on the other end of the phone. Hearing how excited he was made my own desire that much keener.

  “Eric.”

  “That’s Professor Cyborg to you.”

  “Are you touching yourself? Are you stroking your cock thinking about me getting off on your machine?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are you using lots of lube? Are you stroking fast or slow?”

  “Yes to lube. Slow right now.”

  “The vibrator is on the lowest setting.”

  “Good. I want to torture you for all the pain you’ve caused me. I want to drag this out until you’re begging me to let you come. I want to picture you stretched out on your bed, wishing that the silicone in your pussy was my cock.”

  “Jesus, Eric.” My body tensed and I had to breathe through the unexpected spike in my arousal.

  “I’m so fucking hard right now. I want to get in my car and drive over there to be with you.”

  “That would take too long. Make me come. Tell me what to do.” I couldn’t be certain, but it sounded as though he’d started stroking his cock faster. “Eric?”

  “Professor Cyborg to you, Vixen.”

  I laughed. “Evil villain. Making me think that my friend was there.”

  “And you fell for it. Increase the speed on the vibrator.”

  I’d set the remote control somewhere on the bed, so of course now that he wanted me to use it, I couldn’t find the damn thing. “It’s not here.”

  “There’s a button on the end of the vibrator itself. The part near your clit. Press it.”

  I moaned as the speed increased and set to an oscillating pattern. “That’s handy.”

  “Pinch your nipples. Use both hands.” He wasn’t teasing anymore. “Match the rhythm of your pinches with the pulse of the vibrator.”

  The last remaining snarky thoughts I had fled and all I was left with was the rising tide of my pleasure. The vibrator was pushing me past any remaining resistance I had and I knew it wasn’t going to be much longer before I came. “Good.”

  “Close?”

  “Yeah.”

  “When you come, I want to hear you. Be loud. Scream. I need to . . . just be loud.”

  I imagined it was Eric’s hands on my breasts, his mouth on my clit licking, his hand in my pussy fucking me. I abandoned one of my breasts and pushed the vibrator firmly against my clit. The added pressure was all I needed to take me over the edge. I cried out as I ground down on the vibrator. I pinched my nipple so hard pain threatened to override the pleasure. I yelled far louder than I normally would, wanting to give to Eric what he gave to me.

  I was still milking out the last of my orgasm when I heard him roar on the other end of the phone. That desperate cry of pleasure and something primal sent another bolt of pleasure through me. We’d both been carried away on the ride and crashed together, sated.

  Once I pulled the vibrator from my body and turned it off, I set it on the bed beside me and tried to get my breathing under control. It was a solid minute before I heard Eric chuckling on the phone.

  “What?”

  “I’m lying here naked on my bed, come covering my stomach and my dick limp and the only thing I can think about is how gorgeous you must look in that very purple room of yours.”

  I reached out and ran my finger along the side of the phone.

  “I also realized that I haven’t invited you over to my place yet.”

  Sitting up, I took the phone off speaker and pressed it to my ear. “I didn’t think that was something you would be interested in. Too personal.”

  Sure, I’d dreamed that maybe things between us would eventually go to the next level, but I also knew that he was still dealin
g with his Grace problem. If he was serious about this, then maybe there was hope that we might actually become a proper couple.

  There was a chance that he might come to love me.

  “Well, it is. But somehow I think I need to do that. Make things a bit more personal.” This was most obviously Eric and not Professor Cyborg I was speaking to. Gone was the cocky edge, to be replaced with a note of uncertainty that grabbed at my heart.

  As much as I wanted to jump on this idea, I knew it wouldn’t do either of us any good if I did. “Maybe right now isn’t the best time to make this decision. Think on it and we can talk tomorrow?”

  “You’re right. Plus, I do owe you a coffee.”

  “Double-double.”

  “I won’t forget.”

  “Good. Good night, Professor Cyborg.”

  “Good night, Super Vixen. Sweet dreams.”

  The line clicked and I was alone once more. Tomorrow, once I finished everything that Professor Mickelson needed and saw him off for his conference, then I’d pop in and see Eric. Visiting his place was a big step, but so was acknowledging our status in front of our peers.

  Tomorrow, big things would happen.

  21

  The next morning started the same as most others. Up late, dressed, eating on the bus, bolting up the stairs to the office. Eric’s door was open, but he was on the phone. Seeing him like that, the receiver pressed to his ear, had me blushing. I hesitated long enough to give him a wave and watch him smile.

  Then he winked at me and it felt as though the sun exploded in my heart.

  If someone had told me that I’d skipped to my office after that, I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised. I was greeted by the smell of glorious coffee and an apple fritter waiting for me on my desk. There was a Post-it note attached to the cup.

  I’ll get you next time!

  P.C.

  That was precious. Taking the note as I sat down, I tucked it in my purse before swallowing down that first glorious sip of coffee. It was exactly what I needed to start my day off—caffeine, a treat, and a note from Eric.

  I was humming when Jasmine came into the office. She stopped short and turned to stare at me. “You got laid.”

  “Nope.”