Chapter 4 #2
“You’re about to fail my class,” he says, moving a hand to grip my neck. My eyes almost roll back in my head. “And I’ve been fascinated by you for far too long, Tara.”
His words flood me with a high unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I’ll always remember this moment. It’s like fireworks exploding in my chest and overpowering all my senses. Professor Holmes is fascinated by me. By itself, that’s amazing. But with the thick tension in the room and the heat pooling between my legs, I can’t help but imagine where that would lead.
“Before I can make my proposition, though...”
He takes a step back. There’s a protest on my lips at the loss of his touch. My eyes track him anxiously. His expression is guarded.
“I’ll need to know that I can trust you,” he says.
I nod sharply. “Yes, Professor Holmes. You can.”
“You’re so eager.” He gives me a slight smile.
“You cannot tell anyone about this. Especially your roommate.” His eyes darken.
There’s a threat in them, and though I can’t be sure what exactly he would do to me, my heart rate picks up.
“Do you know how scandalous it would be if anyone discovered our friendship?”
Oh, I do know how scandalous it would be. I’m as good as engaged to someone else. Someone so dangerous that he would kill us both if he found out.
“I know how to keep a secret,” I say. My life depends on it. “I promise, sir.”
He smiles, then licks his lips. My whole body reacts. I might as well be a puddle at his feet. I’m certain I could be, if he touches me the right way.
“Well then,” he says. “Let’s test that theory, shall we?”
He moves closer to me. I’m frozen in my seat, watching as he approaches me like a predator stalking his prey. His eyes are aflame with a hunger that kindles a similar desire in me. I can’t count the number of times I’ve imagined him looking at me like this.
Whenever I read my dark romance books, he’s the face I imagine.
Nothing compares to the real thing.
“Professor Knight is in his office next door,” he says, jabbing his finger in the direction of the shared wall. He lowers his voice when he says, “He’s a real hard ass. I’m sure you know.”
I nod slowly. Where is he going with this conversation? Professor Holmes moves to stand in front of me, with his back turned to his desk.
“I’m certain he saw you come in here,” he continues. “A real nosy one, he is.”
Professor Holmes lowers himself to his knees. I watch with bated breath, unsure what’s happening in front of me and what the fuck it has to do with nosy Professor Knight. My short skirt has ridden up to my thighs.
I go to pull it down, but he grabs my wrists before I can.
From this angle, the moment looks like a scene out of one of my naughty dreams. Professor Holmes is kneeling between my legs, inches away from my hot, slick core.
“Can I trust you to be quiet, Tara?” he asks. “No matter what I do to you?”
My knees shake. “Yes,” I squeak out.
“My, I do hope so.” Professor Holmes lowers his eyes from my face to my bunched-up skirt. “I would hate to have to punish you if you can’t.”
There he goes again, promising me punishment.
My breath is loud in my ears as Professor Holmes lets go of my wrists and moves to hike my skirt up even higher. I try to writhe away from his touch, but he stops me by gripping my hips firmly.
“I’ll only say this once.” His voice is little more than a whisper, but strangely still so compelling. “Don’t move. This is your punishment for failing to submit your assignment.” A wicked grin twists his features. “You can accept it and I will give you a passing grade, or I can just let you fail.”
Though I don’t give two shits about my grade, since I’ll never be coming back to Saint Frederic after the summer break anyway, I do care about what Professor Holmes thinks of me.
I also care that the little fantasy I’ve been carrying around is finally coming to fruition.
I sure as hell won’t be denying myself this moment—it’s straight out of a romance book.
Alarm bells are going off in my head. If we cross this line, there’s no going back.
That’s exactly why I do what he says.
“I won’t move,” I say, meeting his gaze. “I promise.”
Seemingly satisfied with my assurance, he moves to finish pulling my skirt up my hips. When he does, surprise flashes his features and my cheeks heat up. I suck in a shaky breath, embarrassed of what he’ll think.
“Hm,” he says, looking up at me. His features are dark with lust, and for a moment, I’m thrilled that it’s his desire for me that has him looking like that. “No panties?”
I shake my head, too nervous to even speak. Surely, he must think I’m a whore. If my well-chosen outfit didn’t convince him, this will.
Who goes to see their professor commando?
He runs his hand down my thighs, then pushes my knees apart. I grip the armrests, sinking my teeth into my lips as he drinks in every bit of my exposed core.
“You naughty little girl,” Professor Holmes says, even as his smile grows. “And here I thought I was the one being indecent. Tell me, Tara. What were you expecting when you came here?”
He pauses, waiting for an answer. My tongue is heavy.
I look away from him, humiliated.
“I expect you to answer my question,” he says. “Or perhaps you would rather we forget this all together?”
A whimper pushes past my lips. “I wanted….” I swallow thickly.
My whole body is hot from embarrassment and arousal.
Professor Holmes is so close to my center I can feel his breath splaying over my lower lips as he speaks.
I’m conflicted on so many levels, but my lust wins out. “I wanted you to fuck me.”
A low rumble leaves his chest and I feel it all over. “You did? That’s adorable, angel,” he says. “I want that too.” My heart stutters in my chest. “But not today. Not here, at least.”
I try to hide my disappointment, but apparently, I don’t do that well enough.
“Oh, don’t look so disappointed. I will give you something, at least.”
Professor Holmes dips his head between my legs without warning. Kissing a wet, hot line from my mound to the bundle of nerves above my entrance. His touch riles up the need I was trying to suppress and a moan slips past my lips.
He stops, looking up at me with his eyebrows drawn together.
“Be quiet,” he hisses. “Or I’ll have to stuff your mouth with my handkerchief.” I know it’s a threat, but the thought of it isn’t as scary as he thinks.
I nod, and he holds my gaze for a few seconds before returning to his worship.
He slides his tongue along my lower lips, slurping up my arousal before slipping his tongue inside my core. I bite down to stop myself from screaming. My hands find his head, rooting my fingers in his hair.
I feel him smile against me, the hint of his beard tickling my sensitive flesh and adding to my building desire.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His voice vibrates through me.
I’ve been dreaming of this day for so long I’m already close to the edge. He fucks me with his tongue like he knows my body better than I do. He wraps his lips around my clit, then slips a finger inside me, pumping in time with the suckling of his mouth.
I’m coming undone from his touch. I’m trying—and failing—to hold on to the last vestiges of my consciousness, the part of my brain reminding me not to make any noise. I grind my hips against his tongue, desperate for more, even as he curls his fingers inside me to hit the spot.
Fuck, this is amazing.
My core clenches around him, and I’m about to fall over the edge.
Professor Holmes stops right as I’m about to come. He breaks free from my grip, leaving me with no way to quell the ache that’s turned into a wildfire within me. Disappointment, rage, sadness and humiliation overtake me all at once, and I’m desperate for a release.
He grabs my hands before I can try to take care of it myself.
Professor Holmes doesn’t say anything, only stares at me. He wears a slight smile, his chin and mouth dripping with my arousal. There’s a wild look in his eye, almost as if it’s a struggle to restrain himself from devouring me.
“Why?” My voice comes out as a sob, and my eyes burn. “Please,” I say. I’m not above begging for him to give me this. “I’ll do anything.”
His eyes glint wickedly. “Be careful of the promises you make.”
He licks me from his lips. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, apparently savoring the taste.
“No. You will not come this time,” he says. “This is your punishment.”
My breath catches. I feel betrayed.
“I chose for you,” he says. “You’re going to go back to your dorm room, and all you will be able to think of is this moment.
You will touch yourself and it won’t feel the same.
” He sounds like a villain detailing his diabolical plan.
“If you want me to make you come, you’ll start showing up early to my class, dressed the way I like. ”
A tear rolls down my cheek even as the ache in my core turns molten hot. He moves from between my legs and stands to press a kiss to my forehead. I sit in stunned silence, watching him as he adjusts his hair and cleans himself up as if nothing has changed.
“Fix yourself up and get out, Miss Vásquez. I will see you next week.”