Chapter 15 Lila
Lila
This time, the kiss was like he’d been studying for this, waiting for the moment the test finally began.
His hands framed my face, warm and steady, and I made a small sound I immediately regretted. Because it only made him kiss me harder.
“Jace,” I gasped into his mouth.
“Professor.”
Hearing my title on his hungry lips thrilled me in a way that completely banished whatever protests I had left inside me.
In that moment, I would throw everything away for him.
I clutched the fabric of his shirt, frustration and desire twisting together. “Someone could walk in.”
“They won’t.”
“You have no way of knowing that.”
“I locked the door.”
My heartbeat tripped. “What? When?”
“I’m deft with my fingers,” he said, kissing the line of my jaw. “Want to see how deft?”
His fingers slid down my hip, and I shoved him back, albeit ineffectively. “That’s not fair.”
“Things stopped being fair when you hacked my phone.” His thumb brushed against my lip. “I’m done holding back. Professor.”
Before I could reply, he crushed his lips against mine again, tongue flicking out with need. I opened my mouth to let him in, and there was another tiny little tongue-flick before he pulled back once more.
“Say no, Lila. Right now. If you say no, I’ll walk out that door without another word.”
I should’ve. I knew that logically. But I didn’t have any more resistance in me, not with the way my entire body was on fire with desire.
His eyes darkened, and he said, “That’s what I thought.”
He lifted me onto the desk like I was a stack of textbooks, showing me just how strong he was.
Then his mouth claimed mine again, teeth grazing my bottom lip, teasing.
I moaned into the kiss, breath catching as his hands braced against the desk beside me, pinning me with the heat of him.
The kiss was deeper this time, urgent and slick, tongues tangling in a desperate rhythm that left me dizzy.
It was as if the argument between us had cracked something open, letting all the tension spill out at once.
“Oh, God, Jace…” I whispered against his lips.
His hands slid up the back of my thighs, and I felt my breath catch all over again, heat racing through me so fast I almost forgot how wrong this was.
Almost.
“This is a terrible idea,” I said, though it came out sounding more like a plea than a warning.
“Then tell me to stop.”
I let out a shaky exhale. “I don’t want you to stop.”
He smiled. It was slow, confident, devastating. “Good.”
In one movement, he picked me up and put me back in my office chair, then dropped to his knees.
And the sight of him under my desk, between my knees, looking up at me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world… sent a violent tremor of desire through me.
“This crosses every line.”
His hands glided over my legs, fingertips feather-light and teasing. “That’s what makes it so fucking hot.”
Jace came up to kiss me. His mouth trailed down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
I clutched his shoulders, the thrill inside me spiking.
My office hours didn’t end for another forty minutes, and voices echoed in the hall outside.
Any knock, a glance through the slats of the window blinds, and we could be caught.
He popped each of my blouse buttons as he made his way down. His hot breath teased my nipples under the thin fabric of my lace bra as he slipped my panties off and spread my legs wide open.
I gripped the armrest of my chair, heart pounding at the vulnerability. Footsteps passed in the hall, and I froze.
“This is crazy,” I hissed down at him.
But then his hot breath hit my exposed pussy, and I lost all coherent thought. His mouth latched on, tongue sliding flat between my wet folds, lapping my juices like a starving man. I bit my lip to stifle a cry, legs quivering as he sucked my swollen clit.
“Fuck, Jace,” I whispered, head craning back and another moan escaping my throat.
“Yes, Professor Carrington.”
I moaned even louder.
“You like being called that, don’t you?”
“Mmm hmm.”
I scooted forward on my chair to give him more access.
Every inch I moved was a betrayal of myself, of the rules I’d built my career around.
I could feel the heat pooling low, my muscles clenching despite every rational thought screaming at me to stop.
He nipped at my thighs as he inserted two fingers slowly before going back to work on my clit with his tongue.
He growled into my pussy, vibrations thrumming along my nerve endings in a way that made my head spin. Shame and need tangled together like a living thing inside me.
Doing this here is a mistake. I could lose everything.
And yet every nerve in my body burned for more.
He curled his fingers, applying steady pressure to my G-spot while his lips sealed around my swollen clit, sucking relentlessly.
Slurping sounds filled the office, wet and obscene.
Every little noise seemed amplified in the quiet room.
Each slick, greedy sound pulled me closer and made it impossible to think about anything else.
My pulse hammered in my ears as the rhythm between us became all-consuming.
A knock echoed from down the hall, not ours, but close. Panic surged, but so did the pleasure within my core, my walls clenching around his fingers. “I think… someone… is coming…”
He didn’t stop, though. His tongue flicked faster, fingers pumping inside me. “I want it to be you. Come on my face, Professor.”
The possibility of being heard and the unrelenting attention from his tongue sent me over the edge. I shattered against his mouth and chin, gripping a handful of his hair as my thighs quaked and my entire body shuddered with release.
By the time he stood again, my head was spinning, and my legs felt boneless. He kissed me, slow and hungry, tasting of everything he’d just done to me, and I moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer.
“Get up,” he murmured against my lips.
I blinked, breathless. “Why?”
“Because I’m not done with you yet.”
A helpless shiver ran through me. Because, God help me, I didn’t care if the Dean walked in with the whole faculty in tow. All I wanted was more of Jace.
He turned me, guiding me firmly over the surface of my desk. I obeyed, ass up on the desk, a stack of papers crunching underneath us. My pulse hammered, and part of me hated how easy it was to lose myself.
He unzipped, his thick cock springing free, thick and hot, and I couldn’t help the shiver that ran through me. His Tinder profile included a recent medical report—he was clean, and so was I, and I didn’t want a condom to separate us.
Apparently, neither did he.
I knew I shouldn’t want this, but the moment he slid into me, stretching me wide in a fierce thrust, all my caution dissolved. My walls clenched around him, hungry, desperate, betraying whatever judgment remained.
I gripped the back of his neck, and he leaned forward until his forehead rested against mine. His chest heaved as he savored the moment, one hand sliding down my hip until he was squeezing my thigh.
And then his restraint ran out.
He pounded into me hard, desk shaking, hips slapping loudly against my skin.
Each of his needful thrusts bottomed out inside, filling every square inch of my inner walls.
The risk of what we were doing amplified everything.
Voices in the hall, a laugh nearby. If someone knocked, it would take us way too long to get dressed and open the door.
I could feel him pressing into me, claiming me. A small, guilty part of me reveled in it, because being this close to being caught was dangerous and intoxicating.
“We shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t… what?” he said, thrusting into me with each word.
“You feel amazing,” I moaned instead, running my fingertips over his chest.
“That’s what I thought.” He grabbed my hips like his life depended on it, fucking me faster, with more urgency.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Harder.”
“Say it again,” he commanded.
“Harder,” I repeated, on the edge of losing myself. “Harder.”
A knock at the door made us freeze. “Professor Carrington?”
Fuck.
“Shh,” Jace said. “Pretend you’re not here.”
But he began moving again, sliding in and out with agonizing slowness. A shiver of pleasure ran up my spine, and a fresh cry of pleasure threatened to escape my lips.
Jace’s free hand clamped over my mouth, his body covering mine like a shield, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he ground slow circles, the head of his cock teasing my depths.
We hung on the edge. The door handle rattled, a sharp twist that sent ice through my veins even as Jace’s cock throbbed deep inside me.
“Professor Carrington, are you in there?”
Panic clawed at me, but Jace’s grip tightened, his strength holding me firmly in place. I held my breath, eyes wide and locked on the shadow outside the window.
It lingered, and the knob jiggled once more. Jace’s fingers bruised my hip, holding me impaled, his breath ragged. Pleasure and panic warred, my clit throbbing untouched, orgasm teetering on the brink.
One heartbeat passed.
Two.
Then the voices moved on. “I guess we missed her…”
Relief washed through me, warm and dizzying, as footsteps drifted farther down the hall.
The moment they were gone, Jace’s thumb slid between us and began circling my clit.
I gasped, gripping the edge of the desk so tightly my knuckles ached. Every nerve in my body lit up, and I couldn’t help the broken moan that escaped my throat.
“Oh, my God…”
“Lila.”
“Don’t call me that,” I begged. “Call me…”
He leaned forward and said, “Professor Carrington.” His voice in my ear was thick and hoarse. The desk creaked slightly under us, and the sound sent a fresh wave of panic and desire through me.
Jace slammed forward again, and I lost the ability to think. The pleasure that had been coiling inside me finally snapped. Stars burst across my vision as the release tore through me in a shaking, unstoppable wave.
My back arched, and I knew another scream of ecstasy was going to escape my throat, but his palm covered my mouth once more. I let it all out, the sound muffled by his hand, as his thrusts intensified in time with his finger on my clit.
“Still worried about getting caught?” he murmured.
I responded by tugging at his shirt, pulling him in, the two of us tangled in a mess of whispered curses and half-formed pleas. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, and he bit back a groan, pressing his forehead to mine.
My whole body shook as he claimed me, thighs trembling uncontrollably, that desperate, aching need tangling with the raw terror of being caught.
I gasped as his fingers dug into my thighs like steel clamps.
His thrusts sped up, his cock jackhammering into me so hard that my ass slid on the stack of exams, sending paper in all directions.
He pounded harder, relentless now, hips snapping with wet smacks that had to be audible through the thin door.
I clawed his back, moans leaking out despite me biting down on my lip.
“Hurry,” I begged him. “Come for me. I want to feel you.”
“Where do you want me to come, Professor Carrington?”
The way he said my name sent a new wave of pleasure through my core.
“Inside me,” I said without hesitation. “Come inside me. Fill me.”
Ecstasy flared like fire in his eyes. Another climax gathered low and fierce, winding tight like a fuse ready to blow. His thrusts grew erratic and urgent.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, eyes widening. “Professor…”
I drank in the sight of his pleasure. “Yeah?”
“Oh God… Professor,” he repeated. “Professor Carrington!”
“Jace!”
We both fell over the edge together, my walls milking him for every last drop.
His mouth fell open in a silent cry of bliss, and I pulled his lips back to mine.
Our tongues danced together as his hard length exploded inside me, pulse after pulse of it, another aftershock of an orgasm shuddering into me as time blurred.