Chapter 7 #2
When he pulls us apart, I can’t help the whine that leaves me.
I lean in, hoping to kiss him again, but he uses his strong grip to keep us separated.
Despite the obvious signs of lust overtaking him—his lips are pink and a bit swollen, and there’s a wild look in his eyes—Professor Holmes seems just as demanding and calculating.
If anything, a little bit more.
“I haven’t forgotten your bratty outburst,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Did you think I would let it go unpunished?”
I should be scared, but my nipples tighten at the mention of the word punishment. I’m too needy to be ashamed. All I want is him, whatever he will give me.
“If you don’t trust me, Tara, this will never work,” he says simply. “Do you trust me?”
I nod, even though I feel like his question has a deeper meaning. He smiles.
“What do you say when I ask you a question?”
“Yes, sir. I trust you.”
His smile turns into a full-on grin. “Good girl.”
Those words shoot straight to my core, turning my last bit of resistance into something much more insidious and needy. Professor Holmes’ fingers linger by the waistband of my leggings, burning a hole into my skin. I wiggle against his touch, sucking in a deep breath.
For a moment, he just stares at me, and I wonder if he’ll make me wait forever.
“I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted you for so long,” his voice is a reverent murmur, his eyes fixed on my hips. My heart is hammering against my ribcage, and all my nerve endings feel like they’re about to explode.
My lips tremble as he holds me up with one hand and peels my leggings off my hips with the other.
“You never cease to surprise me.” He meets my eyes with a gaze consumed by a raw, primal passion that steals my breath away. He sinks his teeth into his lips, before licking them—long and slow, the way I want him to lick me.
A tendril of heat wraps itself around the back of my neck, but I grin in the face of the blush gathering on my cheeks. I didn’t wear underwear specifically to get this reaction out of him. He ghosts his fingers over my thighs and my mound. I draw in a sharp breath.
He stands suddenly, lifting me with him. He sets me on the edge of the desk.
“Lie down,” he commands.
I obey, pressing my back against the cool wood.
It’s just big enough to support me, only my ankles hang off.
Professor Holmes leans over me, first helping me out of my sports bra, then undoing my ponytail.
For a few heartbeats, he doesn’t do anything—only stares at me with his eyes full of something I can’t place.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, trailing his hand over my cheek.
I lean into his touch, surprised at the strange happiness blooming inside me, almost at odds with the choking feeling of desire filling my chest.
He dips his head to capture my lips. This time the kiss is hot and hungry, filled with the promise of everything he wants to do to me—everything I will let him do to me. His fingers burn a trail down my neck to my breasts.
Professor Holmes breaks our kiss to worship my nipples with his teeth and tongue—teasing and sucking while his fingers massage my breasts in tandem. I arch into his touch, a strangled moan falling from my lips.
“I want to hear your cries.” He tightens his grip on my breast, taking the taut peaks between his teeth. The pain chases the pleasure through my veins, and I yelp. “Don’t hold back for me, little one.”
“What if someone hears?” I ask, my voice foreign to my ears.
Professor Holmes laughs against my skin, the vibration thrumming through me. The sound is intoxicating, and I find myself falling deeper into the silky grip of pleasure. “Then they’ll know who you belong to.”
My eyes widen, but I don’t have time to process what he’s said, for his hand dips between my folds. My flesh is hot and needy, and the simple touch of his fingers has me grinding into his hand and desperate for more. When he slips two fingers inside me, I can’t stop from moaning.
I grip his wrists, urging him on.
That was a mistake. He stops moving all together.
I meet his gaze—his glare is harsh.
“No,” he says simply, and I let go of his hand. “The quicker you learn this, the sooner you’ll get to orgasm.” My mouth goes dry. Yes, that’s exactly what I want. “Be patient.”
Patience.
The one thing I’ve never had much of. Granted, I’ve never been in a situation quite like this before—I’ve always been the type to take what I needed from whoever I was having sex with.
To put aside that part of myself and submit entirely to Professor Holmes would be torturous.
But in the wicked gleam of his eyes is an assurance, and I know he is unlike any of the people I’ve ever slept with.
“Yes, sir,” I say, swallowing thickly.
He grins, and he rewards me by dipping his head between my legs.
The satisfying friction overwhelms me—he works his fingers inside me, while his lips and tongue tease my clit and sensitive flesh.
The rhythm is hypnotizing, and I find myself being pulled under by the waves of pleasure.
Every part of his face on me feels like it was made for my erotic pleasure—even the scruff of his beard against me sends scintillating jolts of electricity through my body.
The knot of arousal low in my belly tightens, filling my body with a dull ache that tells me I’m close to release. My whole body is numb and aflame all at once. I moan and writhe beneath him. He keeps me in place with a hand on my hip.
I root my hands in his hair, desperate for more of whatever he will give me.
The orgasm hits me hard and fast, pitching me over the precipice of release like a bullet shot from a rifle.
It’s an explosion—hot and cold at the same time, like being pulled under by a cold, crashing wave that makes your lungs burn.
Goosebumps prickle every inch of me, and I float away for a few seconds.
Slowly, the sensation starts to come back to my body. I thought the release would make me feel better, but if anything, it’s only made me needy for more—for the one thing I know only he can give me.
Professor Holmes is prone over me. He grips my hips, pulling me to the edge of the table. I’m naked and nestled between his body and the table, looking up at him. It feels surreal, this moment. I glisten on his lips, and there’s a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Without thinking, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and press his lips to mine.
I lick myself from him, surprised at the musky taste.
When we break free, Professor Holmes’ eyes are hooded; he’s lost in the haze of arousal just as much as I am.
He stares at me like he’s trying to commit me to his memory.
“Are you still on birth control?” We’re so close that I feel his lips moving against mine.
I nod, silently thankful that he’s brought this up. I didn’t know how to.
“I’m clean,” I say, hoping that he’ll take my hint.
“I know,” Professor Holmes says.
I quirk an eyebrow. “You do?”
“You got an STD test done at the campus clinic yesterday, didn’t you?” he says, and a blush heats my cheeks.
“How did you—”
He cuts me off. “I know everything about you, Tara.”
I force a smile, though a pang of guilt wraps itself around me. He just thinks he does. If he knew that I was basically betrothed to one of the most dangerous men in South America, we wouldn’t be here.
I swallow the bile in my throat, pushing myself to focus on the present.
This isn’t the time to think about that.
Just focus on now, Tara.
“I’m going to fuck you raw,” he says, and my stomach tightens in anticipation. I sink my teeth into my lower lips. “And fill you up with my cum.”
I nod. “Yes, sir. Please.”
My hands settle on his shoulders. He’s still fully dressed, and I’m tempted to try to take his shirt off, at least. But I don’t; part of me wonders if he would even allow me to. Our bodies are close enough for me to feel the bulge of his cock in his pants.
One of his hands starts undoing his pants. I grip his shoulders tighter, kissing him. He handles me deftly like a ragdoll. My legs are straddling him and his thick length presses against my entrance.
I look down between us, and my eyes widen.
Even from this vantage point he’s huge—the biggest I’ve ever seen. When our eyes meet, he’s wearing a smug smile.
“Don’t worry, little one,” he whispers, snaking a lock of my hair behind my ear. “It will only hurt a bit.”
That’s all the warning he gives me before he presses his thick length into me, stealing the air out of my lungs.
He fills me slowly, and my body stretches to accommodate the size of him.
I clutch on to him, tightening my grip on his shoulders.
Professor Holmes catches my lips in a kiss that’s more distracting than satisfying.
When he’s filled me completely, I suck in a ragged breath.
The burning pain turns into a satisfying friction when he starts thrusting slowly. He cups my ass with one of his hands, the other supporting my back. The desire is clawing through me. I’m desperate for more of him.
My walls close in around his length, and I wrap my legs around his hips as he picks up the pace.
“Fuck,” the curse falls from his lips in a strangled breath. “You’re so tight.”
I want to spear my nails into his skin, but my nails can’t find purchase in his silky shirt. I settle for pressing my face into the crook of his neck and sinking my teeth into the flesh above his Adam’s apple. Professor Holmes grunts a response.
He thrusts into me punishingly.
Each pump of his cock fills me more than before, creating a frenetic pace as our bodies dance together.
My arousal is suffocating, turning every inch of my body into a livewire.
My wetness is coating his dick, dripping down between us.
I grind my hips savagely, angling my body to meet each of his thrusts so I can take him deeper and more completely.
Everything starts to blur. His lips find my breasts, leaving painful marks as he thrusts into me so viciously the heavy wooden table starts to protest underneath us. It’s a throbbing mix of pain and pleasure and I start to lose myself in the feeling.
All I care about is the now. The way we exist in this moment. I can’t tell where I end and he begins, only that his dick is filling me in all the right places—I feel nothing like myself, but it’s the most right I’ve ever felt in my life.
The wet sounds of sex mixed with our guttural groans fill the air.
“Come for me, Tara,” his voice booms through the haze enveloping me. “Come all over my cock. I want you to.”
His words push me over the edge. He fucks me hard and fast, even as my body convulses against him.
Every inch of me feels like I’ve been dipped in molten hot lava and his touch is my only salvation from being consumed by it.
His thick cock stiffens inside me soon after, and the next thing I feel is a growing wetness filling me and dripping down my legs.
Professor Holmes gathers me to him, crushing me against his sweat-soaked chest. My emotions are still running high. I feel like I’ve been put through the wringer in the best way possible. His big arms grip me tightly in a hug.
I’ve never had an orgasm like this before.
I don’t know how long he holds me against him, but when I try to speak, my words don’t make sense and my lips won’t stop trembling.
“Shh,” he coos, stroking my hair. “You don’t have to speak.
” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “You did so well. You were so good, Tara.” Something cracks in my chest at his words, and my eyes start to feel wet.
I ball my hands, hitting his chest weakly in hopes that he’ll stop saying that.
“I love the way you take me. You felt fucking amazing.”
The tears stream down my cheeks. I don’t even know why I’m crying, but it feels like the only thing to do. At least he isn’t seeing me. The last thing I need is for him to think I’m crazy.
But then I take a breath. It rattles my shoulders and sounds like a fucking sob. I wish the ground would open and swallow me. My stomach is filled with dread when his grip moves to my shoulders, and he peels me away from him to look at me.
Professor Holmes’ pale face is flushed. I can’t read his expression—it’s one I’ve never seen on him before. He looks like a man who has just ventured into unknown territory. I try to hide my face from him, but he won’t let me.
“I don’t want you to see me.” I finally found my voice, but wish I hadn’t. It’s weak and mousy. “I’m sorry for crying.” It sounds pathetic even to my ears.
“Don’t apologize for feeling, little one,” he says, cupping my cheek. “It’s normal to cry after an orgasm.” He leans down and licks a salty tear from my cheek. I’m too stunned to move. “I like it, actually. I’ve always loved that about you. How raw your emotions get.”
I suck in a breath, but there isn’t enough air in the room. I stare at him for a long moment.
All my life, I’ve been told I was too much. My mother told me I was too loud, my father told me I was too ambitious. When Nico raped me all those years ago, he said it was because I was too much of a tease.
The fact that anyone, especially a man like Professor Holmes, could not only like me despite but because of my huge personality both thrills me and scares me. It feels like I’ve found exactly what I want at precisely the wrong time.
“Nobody has ever liked that about me,” I say softly.
Professor Holmes answers me with a kiss that’s filled with all the other words he didn’t say. I taste his reverence and adoration, and find myself disappearing into him. It might be the wrong time, but everything about this feels right.
That’s all I care about.
Professor Holmes pulls me into another hug, this one softer. He’s warm and strong and…safe. My eyes start to burn again when the thoughts hit me. I feel safe in his arms, and I’ve never felt this way before. I never thought it was possible for me, not after everything I’ve been through.
He rests his chin on the top of my head, trailing a finger along my spine. It’s a soft, sensual movement that has me curling into him more, wrapping my arms around his strong waist. I’m not sure how long we stay like that, just cuddling.
But I find myself wishing that in a romance novel somewhere, a character just like me gets to have her happy ending with a guy like him.