Chapter 26
TWENTY-SIX
KIRA
I check my phone after class, then wince and wish I hadn’t.
UNKNOWN: You enjoy being on stage with all these men staring at your tits, Slut?
UNKNOWN: You’re such a fucking whore.
UNKNOWN: You deserve to be bled.
UNKNOWN: I’ll make you squeal like a piggie before I kill you.
My thumb hovers over the delete button because I want to stop seeing the texts. Want them to stop from ever existing.
But I stop myself from deleting them and glance anxiously around at all the students filing out of class. It’s evidence. And maybe a clue. There are far more women than men in my class. Was my stalker really just here? Was the stage he was referring to my class lectern?
Because there’s no way he could possibly know that I’m hoping to get on a stage at Carnal to scene with Isaak soon. He said probably not this week, but maybe next? I look over at Isaak, who’s walking up from the back row, where he’s been the whole class except for a short period when he stepped out to take a phone call. I immediately feel a rush of relief as he gets closer.
I feel safe when he’s nearby.
And he’s been very nearby the past week. In every which way. In all sorts of positions. I feel my cheeks start to burn, but luckily, the last of the students filter out through the door, none of them hanging around to chat after class, for once.
I tuck my phone into my pocket.
I should show Isaak the texts. But I don’t want anything to stop our plans for tonight. I’ve noticed how Isaak seems even more protective since we’ve become intimate. He barely wanted to let me out of the hotel room this morning, even knowing I had class.
And if there’s one thing I’m not going to let this bastard of a stalker do, it’s to take any more of my freedom. I’m going to be a married woman in seven weeks, and then I won’t be able to do things like scene at a sex club. Freedom is the whole point of having Isaak around, right?
Well, at least it was in the beginning. I mean, not that what we’re doing is… We’re just enjoying each other’s bodies since he is around… right? It’d be a shame to waste this time I have with him.
I bite my bottom lip and frown. Or is that wrong?
“What’s wrong?” he asks, immediately on alert.
“What?” Shit. What is he reading on my face? “Nothing.”
“You look upset.”
“I’m not upset.”
“Your face looked upset.”
“Well, I just told you that I’m not,” I snap. “Can’t a woman make whatever faces she wants to without an interrogation?”
I shove my iPad back in my leather satchel and swing it across my chest.
“A woman can,” he says. “But you don’t. You’ve got no poker face.”
I glare over at him, offended. “ Please . I do, too. I grew up in Texas, and I’m a woman. All I’ve got is a poker face.”
He dips his head. “Babe. You’ve got no poker face. It’s probably why you drive your mom so nuts.”
My mouth drops open. And I pull back from him and look around. With our heads dipped together like this, we probably look far too intimate, and the last thing I need is rumors starting to fly around campus about me having a new man around when everyone already knows I’m engaged. Drew’s picture is prominently displayed on my office desk. Especially if my stalker is a student still lurking around somewhere.
“What?” Isaak quips, pulling back, his features suddenly closing down from the usual, easy-going openness. “Afraid one of your colleagues will see you with a gorilla like me?”
I frown at him. “What?”
He shifts even further back and runs a hand through his hair. “Nothing. Look, we should get out of here. We’re too exposed.”
I nod, still frowning. I probably didn’t hear what he said correctly because I’ve never met a more confident man.
I stride down the side aisle toward the door and it feels better when I hear his big footsteps right behind me. “And I do too have a poker face,” I quip over my shoulder. I mean, please. I’m the queen of persona. I have an iron facade. Impenetrable. No one ever knows what I’m thinking.
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
“Do not.”
We’ve reached the top of the large classroom, and I shove through the door, then walk across the wide hallway that’s a thoroughfare for students and into a smaller winding alcove that leads to faculty offices.
I pass by them quickly and hope no one happens to be looking out their windows when I finally, finally get to the faculty bathroom. A quick press of my badge gains me entrance.
I push the door open, then reach back at the last moment and grab Isaak’s hand to pull him in after me. The motion-sensitive light blinks on at our entrance, and I shove the door shut behind us.
“What are you—” Isaak starts to ask, but when I lean into him as I reach past to lock the door, he starts to get the picture and grins.
I back away slowly, arching an eyebrow. “I do, too, have a poker face.”
I reach up underneath the ankle-length, school-marm skirt I wear to make me seem older to my students and yank off my underwear.
Isaak’s hands are right there to meet me. He hikes me onto the counter, his zipper undone moments later.
I reach down to stroke him, eyes widening in delight when I find him already hard. Does he just walk around like that?
He kisses me with a punishing fervor, and my arms fly up to grasp his broad shoulders. His hand drops to my thigh, thumb strumming at my clit.
“Oh fuck, Isaak,” I hiss, my fingers scratching at the back of his neck.
“You want me to fuck you dirty, Princess?” He drops away from my lips and starts to bite at my ear. “You want me to be an animal for you?”
I blink, a little confused about the gruffness in his tone. We played that way the first night but not really since.
“I want you ,” I say back instead. “Please, Isaak.”
I reach down and grasp him again, pulling his thick cock to where I’m wet and aching for him.
He bites down on my ear as he thrusts inside me. He doesn’t take it easy on me, and while I’m still sore from our very active long weekend, it feels so good all at the same time. It’s only been a matter of hours. He rolled on top of me first thing this morning, and I welcomed him with needy, open legs.
Only hours, but already, I’ve missed having this fullness inside me. I could so easily get addicted to Isaak Luther.
I clench down on him and kiss him again, biting his bottom lip. He’s not the only one who can be an animal, doesn’t he remember? He growls low at my move and hikes me up into his arms, turning with a twist and all but slamming my back against the door.
His hips continue to thrust powerfully inside me. Except now, from where I’m pressed against the door, I can see how his jeans have slid down past his ass in the mirror as he fucks me. My feet are flung up indecently, one foot almost to my ear.
Oh god, what the hell am I doing? I’m on campus, where I strive so hard for my peers and students to take me seriously.
But as I throw my head back against the door and continue watching the show we’re putting on, I can see very clearly what I’m doing.
I’m getting fucked by the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. It’s hotter than any porn I’ve ever watched, and it’s real life. Happening to me .
I all but squirt around his cock as I grab Isaak’s face to mine so I can kiss him again. And I kiss him furiously. Hungrily.
The pleasure and emotions rise together in a confusing, ecstatic tide. No one’s ever made me feel anything like this. He makes love to me with a single-minded obsession that makes me feel?—
It takes everything inside me to muffle the cries and squeals that I usually let free when we’re in the hotel room. I lock my legs against Isaak’s back and drive back against his ferocious thrusts with my hips. I should care that we’re making an indecent, rhythmic noise against the door. I don’t. I’ll just have to make him come faster than he usually does.
But after several more ecstatic moments, as I’m driven closer and closer to my own peak, I remember the kind of stamina he has. So I wiggle out of his arms and off his cock.
He frowns in confusion, but I just grin, holding a finger to my mouth. “Shh.”
Then I start to rub my own clit as I drop down in front of him, skirt pooling just enough to cushion my knees. Then I blink up at him seductively.
“Aw fuck, Princess,” he whispers.
“Don’t call me that if you want your cock sucked.”
Those words out of my mouth in any other situation would feel ridiculous. The whole situation would be awkward and have me totally in my head.
But as Isaak swallows, so affected by me, his Adam’s apple bobbing, all the other analyzing stops. There’s just me and him, nodding as he gets a little of his bravado back after a moment.
“Fine. Suck my cock, Red.”
I grin and open my mouth to lick up the pulsing vein along the bottom of his shaft. I taste myself coating his cock, and it’s probably wrong that it’s so hot. But after that first night when he made me taste myself on him, with Isaak, it turns out that wrong is so, so fucking right.
With the hand not touching myself, I reach up and pull the clip out of my hair, shaking out my curls.
Isaak reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair. God, I love it when he does that. I feel his desire for me in the flex of his fingers and the throaty gurgle he tries to swallow when I finally open my mouth and swallow just the bulbous head of his thick cock, sucking with all my might. Then I lick the very tip of his cock with my tongue.
His legs start to shake, and I know I’ve really got him now. It’s wild to me that I can feel such a heady rush of power even while I’m on my knees. But I do. He’s in the palm of my hand, and I love the feeling of controlling his pleasure. In the rest of my life, I so often feel out of control. But here, suctioning my mouth around Isaak’s cock as I move up and down his shaft— oh God —I’m about to come. I can’t help the little whimpers in my throat that make me hum around his cock, even as I try to stifle their volume.
Isaak’s hand in my hair clamps tighter, and he starts to take over and direct my movements. Oh fuck. That’s even hotter. While I like feeling in control, I love this dance of handing control back and forth to one another even better.
Now I don’t have to worry about how much or how fast. He’s taking care of every worry I might have, so I can just focus on how good it feels to connect with him so viscerally.
Oh shit. My pleasure spirals higher and higher. Oh— Oh ?—
Oh god. This is what’s been missing in my sex life the whole time. Trust . I’ve never trusted any of my former partners as much as I trust Isaak.
I look up, Isaak’s cock all but down my throat. He’s looking down at me, eyebrows furrowed in concentrated focus. Our gazes connect, and the pleasure bites through me. Oh god.
Isaak’s face contorts in surprise, then agonized pleasure as if he’s triggered by mine.
He tries to tug me off his cock seconds before he comes, but I only suckle him deeper and take each pump of cum straight down my throat.
Then both of us are shaking—sweaty and satiated—as I blink back to myself. I slump against Isaak’s jeans, shocked to find myself back on the floor of the faculty bathroom. When Isaak and I are together like this, I always feel lifted to some alternate plane.
Isaak reaches down and lifts me off the floor from underneath my armpits. He’s breathing hard as he sets me up on the counter. I wrap my arms and legs around him.
I hug him to me and listen to the quick beating of his heart in his wide, muscled chest. His big arms rest around me, and I feel so fucking safe. Too many big, wild emotions rush through me. It’s too soon to feel this intensely for someone.
My brain’s just pumping serotonin and oxytocin. That’s all this is. A very chemically-explainable afterglow.
No. I’ve never felt it for anyone else ever before in my life, but I’ve never been this well-fucked before, and that’s probably what’s making this whole thing feel so… big .
I close my eyes and squeeze Isaak tighter. Knowing any of that doesn’t help me want to let go of him any sooner.
Please. Just a little longer , I think, or maybe even pray. Even though I haven’t believed in God since I was fourteen and my mother told me bratty little bitches like me went to hell to burn in the lake of fire for eternity.
Just a little longer.