Chapter Fifteen
OLIVER
S he loves me. The hairs on the back of my neck tickle with goosebumps as she pulls away from the kiss to tell me that she loves me. My heart swells, stops beating, then picks up again at a rapid pace.
With Madison’s body pressed up against mine, every sensation feels like too much. Her breasts brush against my chest, her legs settled in between mine. There’s no part of me that doesn’t have contact with her, but I still ache for more.
“Please, take me home.”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I sweep her into my arms, scooping her bag off the table beside us. Her legs wrap around me and she hooks her feet at my lower back. Somehow, I don’t collide into anything as we make our way out of the library, never pausing our now desperate kiss. Cheers and whoops surround us as we make our way to my car, and I briefly wonder how quickly the news has spread. It doesn’t matter though. All that matters is that Madison is in my arms. She owns my heart. And she is letting me in hers.
Driving home is painful. The buzz from the radio doing nothing to fill the needy silence between us. Anticipation fills the air and when we finally cross the threshold to my townhouse, there’s no holding us back.
Our hands are a frenzied tangle, hers racing to unbutton my shirt while mine tug away at her open cardigan. Reaching into her tank I palm her breast, rubbing the taut bud between my fingers.
“Oli.” She moans my name, cutting herself short with a gasp when I pinch my fingers together. I drag her sleeves down her arms. My hand doesn’t leave her breast as I lean to take the other in my mouth. My teeth graze against her nipple, and her moans cause an aching in my balls.
Kneeling between her legs, I palm her centre, breathing in her sweet and musky scent. I stretch her leggings and panties down her waist, dropping them on the floor beside me to plant a kiss at the apex of her thighs. Her hands tug at my hair, pulling me closer. I oblige, running my tongue through her seam before flicking at her clit. Her whole body shudders as I push a finger deep into her, stroking her inner walls, drawing out the orgasm I can feel building.
“Fuck Madison, you are perfect.”
With my free hand, I hook her leg over my shoulder. When she settles her weight on me, I reach up to pinch at her nipple again.
“Please,” she begs.
“I want to feel you come on my fingers before you come on my cock.”
I add another finger, hooking them inside her. Pumping in and out. I suck and bite at her clit as she climaxes. Her walls tighten around me, legs shuddering as she rides my face through the high.
I lap at her pussy, soaking in every tiny shudder.
“Please fuck me now professor.”
Placing her leg back down, I bite at her thigh. “Bedroom. Condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
Her words rush through me. Blood pumps into my already aching length. Fuck the condom, I want to feel her wet pussy on my cock.
I stand, grabbing her cheeks to kiss her.
“Are you sure?”
She nods, and I lose myself to the frenzy.
Tugging my pants down, I spin her to face the wall. I grab at the globes of her ass, massaging them as I push into her. The feeling of her pussy wrapped around my bare cock, knowing how she feels, how we both feel, is enough to bring me to the edge. I pause, thinking of anything other than how perfectly we fit together as I attempt to gain a tiny sliver of composure. Her body presses back on mine, taking control. For a moment I let her use me for her pleasure.
When I take over, slamming into her, she screams.
“Fuck, yes.”
I reach around her to pinch at her clit. The pressure has her coming again. Her walls contract around me and I thrust into her furiously as my balls draw up. I follow her over the edge with a burst of uncontrollable light.
It feels strange, packing up my office. Stranger still that Madison is at my side, helping to load framed certificates and office supplies into a cardboard box.
“You don’t have to help.”
She turns to face me from the other side of the desk. “I know, I want to.”
Waking up yesterday morning, I never imagined the day would end how it did. But I’m grateful for the unexpected turn of events. Even if it means I’ll never teach again, I’m not sad about that loss.
Madison and I spent the afternoon in bliss, worshipping the way our bodies fit together. It wasn’t until my phone rang that we were shocked into the reality of the situation. I’d just left my job, with nothing but a verbal offer of another one from Mateo.
Professor Dausset had called to say I was expected in her office first thing this morning. That conversation was about as awkward as to be expected. She was adamant that I was fired, I maintained that I quit, and neither of us were willing to back down.
It was Madison that stepped in, in the end, surprising us both. She managed to convince Dausset to allow me to terminate the contract. Something about how damaging it would be for the university if word got out about our relationship.
I stood in awe as she fought for me. Fought for us.
There’s still a lot for us to figure out, but we can do it together now.
Madison reaches into a lower cabinet, searching for anything I might want to take with me. Stepping around the desk, I hover my body over hers, pressing my weight against her behind. My hands wrap around her waist to hold her up as I push my cock against her ass.
“Can you not wait until we are home?” She giggles when she reaches a hand between us to run her palm along my rapidly growing erection.
“No.”
“Okay professor.” Pushing me back with a smirk, she strides away. First to the door, where she clicks the handle shut and twists the lock. Then, with a seductive sway to her steps, she moves to the window to twist the blinds closed.
Turns out I’m going to fuck her over this desk after all.