Chapter 20
The feeling of being watched day and night never abated. Not even when I was sequestered in the comforting arms of books.
I felt it now, crawling up the back of my neck.
A torrential downpour had flooded the campus while squirreled away in the library all day.
My boots sloshed through the puddles as I scampered across the fog-shrouded quad.
Half-frozen mud squelched underfoot, and the howling winds rattled the bare boughs of the surrounding trees.
The fog that had descended was so thick and dark I couldn’t see more than a foot in front of my face.
Swish.
My heartbeat skipped, and my stuttered inhale suffocated me.
The fog swirled around me, wisps unfurling and reaching like phantom claws.
A rumble shook the air as if a storm surged on the ground as viciously as an elemental cage.
The sound of my heart racing in my ears faded to a dull roar.
Shadows from the gloaming dark rose to life within that illimitable haze, and unfathomable shapes moved within.
The flickering glow of a lamp illuminated the edge of something shifting in the gloom. My ribs squeezed my vital organs painfully, and the blood drained from my face.
Wings.
There were giant wings rustling in the fog.
A blunt force slammed into my head, and I stumbled forward. An invisible source was drowning me in skull-crushing pain as daggers of panic shredded apart my innards. Bile spiked in the back of my throat, and I struggled not to vomit as my vision darkened around the edges.
Beyond the veil of reality, deep in the chasm of endless dark, two yellow eyes blinked from within the clouded abyss.
“Breathe.” Something caught me in a hard grip. “Goddammit, breathe, Ophelia!”
A great whoosh of air filled my lungs. And a scream wrenched out of me.
“Fucking—” A large palm slammed over my mouth, stifling my blood-curdling shrieking. “It’s me! Ophelia…”
I blinked, then snapped my eyes to the hardened, ocean-deep glare of Professor Quinn. A shiver ripped down my spine.
We were alone in the dreary fog.
There was no monster prowling closer.
Where had he come from?
The part of my brain responsible for rationality and basic motor function opted out of compliance.
Prickling chills assaulted my body, and my teeth wouldn’t stop chattering as sickening shivers wracked my body.
My feet were glued to the frigid, muddy ground, and the fog drifted carelessly around me.
I was frozen like a rabbit in the jaws of a beast, tense and immobile as if I’d already accepted my doomed fate.
Fear had swept in like a hurricane and carried me away on a tide of visceral, drowning horror.
Dread curdled in my psyche and cleaved away the most logistical parts of my mind I had come to rely on.
Trembling, I fought to suck in a deep breath as the voice demanded.
But when I heard a bird take off in a nearby tree, wings fluttering out of sight, my entire being locked up.
A garbled groan of fear wheezed out as a whimper.
Instead of being torn to shreds in the jagged beak of a monster, some dormant part of me realized that I had been transported to Professor Quinn’s office.
I wasn’t in my usual chair across from my desk, which I would have thought odd another time.
I was on his couch, and he was kneeling in front of me on one knee.
There was a harsh frown slashed across his features and a deep furrow between his dark brows.
“Ophelia?”
“N-no… please… no.” My voice wobbled, and I mentally struggled to untangle myself from the monster in the fog and emerge into the security of my professor’s calming office.
“Just breathe. It’s not here. It’s gone, okay?” A finger curled under my chin, forcing me to gasp for air as my head was plunged into dangerously frothy ocean currents.
Each breath came as a gasp, but the gentleness of his touch on my face curbed some of the panic sparking along my nerves.
“It’s gone?” I repeated in a fractured whisper. “Gone?”
I still couldn’t breathe.
Fuck, I was going to hyperventilate to death. Escaped a monster that might be real or might be hallucinations gifted from my grandfather, all to asphyxiate myself on my instructor’s couch.
“Ophelia, for fuck’s sake—breathe!” He lunged at me. One hand on the back of my head, the other spread over my chest, and his mouth slammed into mine. Odd pressure built on my lips before my mouth opened, and air whooshed into me. An odd sensation that reminded my lungs how to work.
I gasped in a real lungful of air, but it wasn’t nearly as comforting as the hot mouth still glued to my skin.
Eyes wide, head falling back onto the cushion, my inhales sawed out of me and my chest heaved with the effort. But the hyperventilating had slowed as a desperately greedy mouth trailed along my jaw to a spot under my ear that made me squirm.
What on earth…?
Professor Quinn smelled familiar. Not even from the month working together in close quarters, but from our repeated sensual encounters. Sweet tobacco, spices, woodsy vanilla. It was intoxicating, and his scent pinned my panic to the back of my skull and nailed it there.
But I still felt obligated to flee and escape. That primal prey animal fear had threaded through me, and it was manipulating me like a puppet on a string.
I squirmed against him, but it only encouraged Professor Quinn to press his body into mine, effectively caging me against the couch cushions.
His lean, toned body fit between my legs, and even from his knees we were still eye level.
One of his large hands gripped my waist, and the other braced on the couch beside my hip, leaning into me as his mouth nipped, licked, and nibbled at my throat like a vampire seeking a pulse.
This couldn’t be happening. How had I gotten there? How had we gotten to that point? Those thoughts flew out of my ears when the hand on my hip squeezed. And then all I wanted to do was melt into the physical comfort he offered.
“Breathe, sweetheart. Come on, you need to keep breathing,” that low, baritone voice urged. It was like a shot of whisky to the veins.
His tongue laved over my collarbone, and I gasped, arching into his body.
The frisson of excitement that rippled across my skin seeped into my flesh and blood, burning me up from within.
I closed my eyes, whining as I rocked against him, causing my hips to grind against his abdomen.
He shifted between my parted thighs, pressing closer and closer, and still it wasn’t enough friction.
“Pro-professor…”
“Relax and keep breathing.” His hands dropped to my hips, fingers hooking in the denim then yanking. My eyes flew open, and a yelp lurched from me as jeans and underwear bunched around my ankles.
“Wha-wait, what?” My fingers gripped the edge of the seat, and my breathing went quick and shallow again as Professor Quinn curled long fingers around my hips and pulled my ass to the very edge of the cushion. My insides quivered, watching stunned as he pushed my legs into my chest and sank lower.
“That’s better, sweetheart. Don’t stop breathing.
” He released my legs, and they dropped onto his broad shoulders.
Sitting with my thighs wide open and my cunt exposed and vulnerable drew an involuntary whimper from me.
His hot breath panting over my pussy sent wanton shivers down my spine.
And he looked at my cunt with those deeply captivating ocean eyes like he was starving.
He licked his lips.
My cunt clenched around nothing.
Professor Quinn dipped his head, warm breath caressing my center before his tongue followed, slick and firm as it parted my folds and targeted my clit.
Stars sparked behind my eyes, and a shivery jolt ran through me.
His tongue swirled in expert circles, and he groaned as if savoring the taste.
A reedy mewl escaped me as a thick, calloused finger circled my fluttering entrance.
“Calm down. Look at me and calm down.” He sucked my clit into his mouth and rolled it on his tongue at the same time he thrust his finger inside me.
“Oh, fuck, this pretty little pussy is going to kill me.” And he dove back in, licking, sucking, lapping, moaning while stroking a finger against that sweet spot that made my eyes cross.
He was wonderfully, wholly devouring me. I’d never been eaten so thoroughly in my life. Not in that toe-curling, lip-biting, leg-shaking way. Yet there I was, bracing his ears with my thighs as my back arched off the couch and I pushed my cunt into his face while he finger-fucked me into oblivion.
“Keep breathing, sweetheart. You don’t come unless you’re breathing,” he said into my pussy.
I hadn’t realized when my moans had morphed into stuttered uh, uh, uhs.
I sucked in a breath, and he pushed a second finger inside me.
“Oh—oh, yes!” My inner walls pulse around his fingers.
The wet squelching noise of his fingers fucking into my pussy and his tongue lapping at my clit filled the room like an erotic symphony.
I felt myself gushing around his fingers and dripping down his chin as he luxuriated in eating me like his last meal.
So close… I was rising on a tide of euphoria and seconds from falling into that golden abyss—when he withdrew his fingers.
“No—ah!” A long string of saliva connected his mouth to my pussy. The sight of it before he licked it off was utterly obscene. Almost enough to make me come without stimulation.
“You’re going to come on my cock or not at all. Understand?”
I managed to nod my head, but my eyes were drawn to his masculine hands yanking off his belt and unzipping his trousers.
He didn’t give me the opportunity to ogle his cock.
Instead, Professor Quinn manhandled me like a doll, grabbing me and flipping me over so that my knees were on the plush carpet and I was bent over the couch.
And he was behind me, taking up space in my periphery and inside my mind. He was everywhere.
I turned my head over my shoulder a half second before his cock shoved into me. The stretch and glide of his shaft plunging inside my pussy knocked a high-pitched whimper from my lips. My eyes widened, and my mind struggled to catch up with what was happening.
Professor Quinn had his head thrown back, mouth open and expression relaxed as if he was in the throes of ecstasy.
My inner walls fluttered around him as I enjoyed the erotic sight of him savoring the feeling of my cunt wet and tight, wrapped around his cock.
Then the corner of his lips quirked when he felt my body’s reaction.
“Keep breathing, and I’ll let that pretty pink cunt come on my cock,” he said.
I took a deep breath and rocked my hips back to meet his first true thrust. Not a single shred of resistance existed within my body.
All I could think about was how every nerve and muscle inside me wanted to submit to the control and pleasure offered by my professor.
My mind was so overwhelmed, and this… this fucking as a distraction from panic, was somehow exactly what I needed.
“Oh, fuck,” he gritted through a tight jaw. “You take my cock so well. God—fucking—damn, you feel so good for me.”
The strained, rough praise sent electric tingles coursing over my body, and goosebumps flared on my limbs. It almost annoyed me he played my body so well, but I was too aroused to think of anything other than my impending climax.
One hand gripped my waist, pulling and pushing my hips in time with his snapping into my ass and my body bouncing back on the recoil. The loud clapping of flesh and erotic echo of moaning made me delirious with need. More. More. More.
I must have said it out loud at some point.
“You need more? Is that right, sweetheart?”
“Please,” I gasped. “Harder. F-fuck me harder.”
“Harder?” His half-laugh was partially amazed and breathless. “Oh, you’re going to feel me for days when I’m through with you.”
His body bowed over mine, and his chest pressed into the length of my spine.
His thrusts grew shallow, but harsh as he rutted into me like a wild beast. Body heat enveloped me, pleasure pounded through every nerve in my body, every blood cell, and in time with each beat of my heart.
My hips rotated with barely enough room to cant my hips onto his length.
He had me pressed into the couch, fucking me as if trying to squish me.
Fuck, it felt so good.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was a rich, seductive, condescending purr. “Or is this what you needed?”
“Y-yes. B-both,” I stammered. “Both. Both. Fuck, yes!”
He withdrew and pounded into me so hard it was a miracle the couch cushions didn’t bruise my hipbones.
My eyes rolled back into my skull, my toes curled, and a supernova surged in the pit of my core.
All the heat and pleasure building low beneath my navel went as taut as a bowstring pulled to its limit.
I was so far gone my thoughts centered around the long, thick cock being swallowed by my eager pussy.
The way it felt stroking me from within, how he hit the perfect sensitive spots, how our bodies sounded when they joined.
It was all a perfect storm waiting to erupt.
Sensation swelled and fulminated within me. All my stress from the panic attack shattered, and a euphoric orgasm rushed up to replace it, casting my mind and body into an endless nirvana.
I moaned into the couch cushion, and my entire body twitched as aftershocks spasmed through me from head to toe. The professor continued pumping into me, groaning as my cunt tightened with my release. It wasn’t much longer before his movement faltered as he spilled inside me.
If not for his body going limp, draped over mine, I would have fallen off the couch into a boneless, languorous heap on the floor.
We remained in that position, motionless and catching our breaths for several syrupy-slow moments. It was the act of him withdrawing and yanking my pants back into place that snapped me out of the delicious haze I’d slipped into.
What the fuck just happened?