“Hold on, darling.” He picked her up, fitting her legs around his waist, and carried her to the stairwell. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stared into his eyes as he took her upstairs to his room. The décor inside the master bedroom was just as stark as the rest of his home. Only necessary furniture filled his space, the king-sized bed the focal point. In the darkness, he gently set her on the foot of his bed and turned on the small nightstand light. A soft yellow light brightened the room, casting a shadow of his body against the wall opposite her. The sound of a drawer opening, packages crinkling and ripping, sent a ripple through her belly. Already wet and aching from the impromptu lap dance downstairs, Victoria wanted to see John naked and wearing only a condom.

She reached down and began working on her belt buckle in preparation.

“No,” he said, appearing at her side. “I want to do that.”

He held a shining condom packet between his teeth as he unbuckled his belt. Her hands froze as she watched him. His muscular chest was a sight to behold, something she could never get used to staring at. His pecks jerked while he slid his belt off and dropped it to the floor. Ripples of never-ending abs coursed down his torso, stopping at the flat smooth surface just at his waistband. Sandy brown hair peppered his chest in a fan and tapered into a single line, pointing in the direction she wanted to go.

He unzipped and shoved his jeans down his thighs, the imprint of his cock pressing against his underwear, inviting Victoria to reach out and touch it. She sat on her hands in anticipation while he stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. Down to his snug gray boxer-briefs, John stepped before her where they could properly appraise one another. Her topless, and him, nearly naked. Through the thin layer of his briefs, he gripped his length and stroked himself gingerly as he stared down at her. “Are you capable of relinquishing control tonight?” he asked through gritted teeth, the condom still in his mouth.

He’d asked her something similar when they were in the library stacks. Up until now, she had been in control of their interactions. John had been so accommodating to her schedule and it made her confident enough for this exact moment. “I can,” she said in a halted voice.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, removing the condom and tossing it on her lap.

Victoria nodded.

John hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled downward. Her heart pounded in her ears as desire pooled in her panties. Her clit throbbed against the pressure of her jeans. She pressed her knees together, holding the condom between her thighs. “You told me that it had been a while since you were a student.”

She gave another wordless jerky nod.