Chapter 20 Reyna #3
The only thing clicking is him and his lips and that this is the only thing that matters. It’s the only thing that’s ever felt right.
I can barely breathe from his hold on my throat and his tongue pushing into my mouth, kissing me like a drowning man gulping down air. His hard length is plastered against my stomach, and my core screams with the need to feel him inside me.
The desk hits the back of my thighs, and he lifts me onto the table without care for the ensuing chorus of clattering. There’s no care about the nearby window, or the people who might be on the other side of the door. Neither of us breaks the starved kiss until I tug at his top.
Maddox draws back. We breathe hard, staring at each other, only he’s looking at me with animalistic glee, dragging his eyes from my parted legs and bunched skirt to my bare chest, then my abused lips that he traces with his thumb, smiling like he’s won the lottery.
“Look at you, all nice and pink for me.” Time seems to slow as Maddox’s hand drops to my chest to twist my tender nipples between his fingers, and he watches mesmerized. “So beautiful.”
The air between us grows weight. I can’t have him go slow and gentle with me. It’ll hurt too much once this is over if I know what him treating me tenderly feels like. I pull him closer by his shirt, plant my lips back onto his, and he’s back to pawing at my flesh.
We undress each other at the same time: I’m unbuttoning his top; he’s throwing my boots to the side, ripping off my stockings and panties, leaving my skirt and harness.
As soon as he’s content with his work, my nipple is in his mouth and he’s groping my other breast with the same frantic need I have thrumming through me.
This wasn’t on my bingo card for this year. Or lifetime. I never thought I’d be sitting half naked on my professor’s desk with the taste of his come in my mouth.
I most definitely didn’t think I’d be doing it on a weekday while there’s still daylight outside and people who are no doubt on the other side of the wall—a fact that hasn’t crossed my mind in far too long.
The thought pumps the brakes in my head.
This is the real crossing. Not the locking of the door or the meeting of our lips. This is the next step, the threshold that cannot be uncrossed. I can’t think clearly or formulate what I really want to ask, but I need to know that we are really taking that step together.
The question comes out as a blurted “Are we going to have sex?”
He pauses, arching a brow. “I’m not going to have sex with you, Miss Sinaga. I’m going to fuck you. The effect would be the same. Your ability to walk won’t be.”
My eyes fall to his cock that’s twitching and leaking with more precome. My core throbs around nothing, and right now that’s answer enough for me.
When I meet his eyes, he’s already watching me—not with judgment or the arrogant tilt I might have expected. More like I’m a project he’s trying to work out.
I frown when he stops me from removing his unbuttoned top. He rolls on a condom he got from who knows where and lines himself up at my entrance before I can overthink it.
He presses something long and thin against my lips. “Bite.”
My lips part on instinct. I glance down at the paintbrush. He can’t be serious, can he?
I hesitate before complying with his order, clamping down on the paintbrush. The wood dents under my teeth, and he lowers his lips to my ear.
“Remember, love, not a sound. I’d hate for anyone to hear.”
It’s the only warning I get. He grips a hand on my harness and fills me with a single thrust. Pleasure explodes through me. I throw my head back, biting down on the paintbrush to muffle the sound. The stretch stings, but it’s barely noticeable against the pure bliss of having him inside of me.
My hand flies behind me. Papers and books go soaring through the air, hitting the floor with a hard thud. I gasp, but he doesn’t stop driving his hips forward, lost to the motion of fucking me. It takes several tries to contort around to look at the items that have fallen from his bag.
I still. That’s…
Ice chills my veins at his serious expression. I can’t say a word without taking the brush out of my mouth, and he offers no explanation for why there are sketches of me strewn across the floor.
Each one is drawn from different angles and positions: side profile, chewing on a pen, looking over my shoulder, sitting on a chair, lying down.
There’s one of the dragon tattoo on my back.
Some of the sketches were done with pink ink and chalk in various shades of that same color. Others were created with graphite.
This really isn’t just fun.
This isn’t a game for him or an extracurricular habit he has where he fraternizes with students.
My pulse roars in my ears as we stare at each other.
I don’t dare blink. Neither does Maddox.
He rubs my pussy as if I’m already his, thrusting into me like he’s telling me something with each drive.
And I accept whatever it is he’s offering.
Skin slaps against skin. I jolt back with every unrelenting drive of his hips.
If the paintbrush weren’t in between my teeth, what could I say?
Maddox pinches my clit, and just like that my thoughts vanish with a needy buck of my hips. My body takes on a mind of its own as my hands start to roam over him. I need more of him. All of him. The pressure in my core is cresting, and I’m struggling to keep from making a sound.
I bite the paintbrush until it splinters. He takes it out of my mouth, fucking me with desperate strokes, watching me like the universe moves around me. He gets me to take over rubbing my clit. A big mistake. I forget to stop myself from swallowing my groan.
“Do you need my cock back in your mouth to keep you quiet, Miss Sinaga?”
I nod, then shake my head, then nod again, repeating the same cycle as my climax rushes closer.
He sucks the soft flesh of my neck, and I know this time I won’t have any hope of hiding the damage he leaves behind.
My fingers inch beneath his shirt, moving over his collarbones and the expanse of muscles still hidden by fabric. He grasps my wrists before I can stray to his back, roughly kissing each knuckle before grabbing my shoulder and harness as leverage to bring me down onto his length hard.
I hiss his name, and lips come down on mine to swallow my next moan. His pummeling grows jerkier.
Then I’m hit with more force than anything else I’ve been hit with before.
Every cell in my body lights in an explosion, propelling me to the top of the world.
It’s the fall that blinds me with worry, because I reach my climax hoping and praying and dreading that I better not have read this wrong.
Maddox has become one of the few recurring presences in my life, and the only one who sees what I see.
I’ve already lost too many people. I can’t lose more.
I force my eyes to stay open when he slams into me, snarling my name between curses as he keeps fucking me until he drops his forehead against mine.
His ragged breaths chafe my burning skin. The weight of what we did blankets us. After this, I’m walking out the door, back to being strangers until the next time we’re alone together. And I hate it. I don’t like being his dirty secret.
His cock twitches inside of me, and something dangerous settles behind his eyes that scares me. A secretive smirk curves across his face, and it feels like I’ve just agreed to something.
Maddox’s lips suddenly crash against mine in a ravenous kiss. “You should have walked away when you still could, Reyna.” He nods to the wall between the windows, farther into the classroom. “Now be a good girl and put your hands on the wall, why don’t you?”
My eyes bug. Is he not tired?
“Don’t make me tell you twice again, Miss Sinaga. Or would you prefer that I count to three, and you can face the repercussions for not following instructions?”
I glare at him. “Don’t you dare.”
His lips twist into a devilish smirk. In a single motion, he has his belt unthreaded from his pants and folded in his hands. “Try me.”
I make a sound that I don’t recognize. Maddox was wrong. He’s the one who’s going to be the death of me.