Talk To Me

Oliver

How the hell do I keep ending up in these situations? Why is Ada always in front of me, half dressed? Why is she always coming onto me and why do my friends support it?

She giggles, standing over me with nothing but pride on her face. I lean my back against the cold brick wall, staring up at her as I wipe the sweat off my forehead with my forearm. Her white tights hug her legs under her blue and white sundress that sits halfway up her thigh but she pulls her dress down. "Ada, do you think I'm looking up your dress?" I chuckle, raising an eyebrow out of curiosity.

Her green eyes shift away from me and around the room as if she's thinking about it. "Uh- sorry, it's just a habit." She coughs.

I give her a worried look and she must've sensed what i was thinking because she throws her hands down at her sides and gives me a disappointed look. "No, I don't constantly stand over men. Ew." She laughs, holding out a hand for me.

I jokingly push her hand away as my breathing begins to regulate itself. "Give me a break. I can't dance like that anymore."

"Oh, come on." She pleads, putting her hand right back in front of my face.

"Nope. Where's Sam?" I begin to look around as if Sam would appear.

She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. "Take my damn hand or I'm writing a bad review about you."

My eyes go wide as I stand up, ignoring her hand anyways. "I'm not dancing again." I say as I look down at her, seeing her fix her hair.

"You're boring." She huffs, turning her head to see Dax watching us. "Ah!" She squeals, running to him and leaving me behind. I follow behind, amusement filling me. "Dance?" She asks him.

His grey eyes grow smaller as he smiles and holds out his hand to her. "After you." He nods as she pulls him to the dance floor. He gives me a wink on his way out which makes me roll my eyes. You can have her. I lean against the bar, pulling my lips into a tight line as I watch them. Noah and Junia aren't here as they went to Hawaii for their one year anniversary. I'm excited for them.

I know Noah wants to pop the question but he's scared that it's too soon and she'll say no or say yes and back out later. My heart palpitates, feeling like it's being squeezed as images of her flash through my mind. I drop down onto a barstool and run my fingers through my hair. Of fucking course. Every time I don't think about her for a while, something reminds me and it kills me just as much as it did the first time.

My fingers swirl around in the divots of the concrete counter top as my breathing becomes harder and her laugh echoes in my head. I feel a shake pulling at my lips so I straighten my back and look at the bartender, flagging her over. She looks at me and gives me a nod, already knowing what I want. Damn, have I been here that much? Yeah, actually. Jesus, I'm turning into college me again.

I take the drink from the bartender and turn back around to watch Ada and Dax. I raise my eyebrows when I see his knees bent and her straddling a leg of his while rolling her hips back and forth, acting as if she was riding one out on his thigh. Her hands lay on the back of his neck as I finally realize that Low Life by Future is playing. She seems to be singing the lyrics as her lips are moving and Dax is bopping his head along with her, a smile visible from the side of his face. He has one hand on her hips, and the other running up and down her back. Her eyes dart over to me and a grin forms on her face as she arches her back and throws her head back, singing the lyrics. 'And I feel my whole body peaking.' Her features are contorted to mimic a face she'd make during an orgasm.

I don't challenge her. This time, I tilt my head and find the corner of my lips being pulled up into an entertained smile. I try to shake the smile away, taking a sip of the drink in my hand. I drop my head and stare at my lap, feeling the burn of her stare stay for a while before leaving me. I attempt to fight the urge to look back up and watch but the urge wins and I find myself with my eyes glued to her.

The effortless, fluid movement of the bottom of her dress as Dax turns her around and pulls her back against his chest was close to hypnotic, making me inhale sharply. She pulls a leg up, her dress shifting before falling to the crease between her thigh and hips. Her hands run through her wavy hair as Dax's body moves in sync with the rhythmic roll of hers. I let out a hard breath at the sudden feeling of blood and heat rushing to my groin. My eyes grow wide as I recognize the feeling, my heart dropping. I down the rest of my drink and set the glass on the counter behind me, turning back to watch them again.

I place one foot on the foot rest of the barstool and leave the other down on the floor, watching as Ada pushes Dax off of her. I see his shoulders shake with a laugh as she smiles and ruffles her hair, both my eyes and his are stuck to her. She places a hand on his chest and begins to walk around him, just running her hand along his body as he shivers under her touch. Her green eyes light up when she notices his reaction and she stops in front of him, staring up at him. Dax stays still, staring down at her. She furrows her eyebrows and speaks. I can't hear but I assume she asked if she makes him nervous by the motions of her lips.

I see a small shrug and nod from him to which a devilish grin crosses Ada's face and her innocent demeanor leaves quicker than the speed of light. Another bolt of heat rushes down my torso, getting a shocked huff from me as I attempt to look away but can't. The people crossing in front of me doesn't bother me as long as I can see through a gap, and I can. I can see well enough that I see Dax dip his head down into her neck which makes her close her eyes and slightly part her lips.

Fuck. I feel the hips of my pants grow tighter, so I stand up and rush out of the club. I take a deep breath of the midnight air and reach for my keys, almost jogging to my car. I open the door and get in, closing my door and immediately starting it. I don't bother to look back as I drive off, knowing they noticed that I had run out.

I try to fight off the bulge in my pants but grow frustrated with myself.

Ada? Are you fucking serious, Oliver? Ada? Of all people, your student? Especially the one that challenges you the most?

Anger for myself rises within me and I throw my head back into the headrest as her lifting her leg runs through my mind again. How her legs squeezed together as his hand ran down her thigh once her dress fell. My breathing hardens at the fresh memory of her guiding his hand back up her body.

God.

There's no way that I'm turned on by my student right now.

She looked like Mariah. That's what happened. She reminded me of Mariah and I'm touch starved. So is she. She wouldn't let him stop touching her. She was guiding his hands, refusing to let him stop touching her. She wanted more.

I let out a soft groan at the growing feeling of discomfort just below my abdomen. The show she put on runs rampant through my otherwise blank mind. Her full lips parting as she throws her head back, her long hair becoming a show of its own while she stares me down with nothing but a look of pleasure on her face.

"Mm." I hum to myself as I try to push off the feeling of hunger for a body to be under mine.

I'm far past arguing with Ada over everything. I'm now at the point of having to avoid her because I found her attractive tonight. Fucking great.