Chapter 18 Lila
Lila
We were full-blown making out as we stumbled into my house, slamming the door closed behind us with a bang. We left a trail of clothes from the foyer to the bedroom, shirts and socks and underwear.
After thinking about Jace all week, it felt amazing to surrender to temptation. That was all I could think about: the way his lips felt against mine, and how his hands moved up and down my body, and the way my pussy ached for him. It was ridiculous to think we could put things on pause until May.
Compared to this wonderful feeling, who cared about a stupid job?
“How’d you know where I live?” I asked between kisses.
“Does it matter?”
I pushed Jace onto the bed and straddled him while kissing him.
His body was like a chiseled slab of marble underneath me, hard to the touch in all the right ways.
I slid sideways off him and grabbed hold of his cock.
I was desperate to please him, to feel him inside me, and I began stroking and licking his hard length like there was no tomorrow.
Jace moaned, a delicious sound that filled my ears and echoed off my bedroom walls.
Then he grabbed my leg and pulled, spinning me around until I was sitting on his face.
I cried out with pleasure as his tongue jammed up into my drenched lips.
He buried it as deep as it would go before sliding it up and down, licking my inner walls with every inch of his tongue.
And unlike when he went down on me in my office, this time we didn’t need to stay quiet.
We lost ourselves in the mutual pleasure as we sixty-nined on the bed. Jace’s thighs were smooth and warm underneath my hands, and I ran my fingernails over his skin while sucking his cock. That caused him to moan up into my sex, a scintillating vibration that made my toes curl.
“I love how you taste,” he breathed into me, heightening everything his tongue was doing. “I want a better angle, though.”
Before I could ask, Jace grabbed my body in his firm fingers and rolled me over, but he wasn’t rolling me off of him.
He turned with me until we were sixty-nining on our sides, and then we kept rolling until I was flat on my back and he was on top of me.
For a moment, Jace’s thick cock hung above me, and then he guided it down into my waiting lips.
I moaned as he began thrusting into my mouth while burying his face in between my legs, eating me out with renewed gusto.
The view from here was beautiful: Jace’s chiseled thighs and ass contracted with every thrust as he fucked my mouth.
I reached up and grabbed his ass with both hands, pulling him into me.
I could feel the raw desire in him, built up by a week of playing by the rules on campus.
The chemistry pinged between us, electrifying my skin everywhere he touched.
His tongue was doing wonderful things to my pussy, swirling and sucking and licking in all the right ways, just as he’d done in my office last week.
Between that and the sensation of his entire body smothering me like a blanket of muscle, pinning me down, soon I was quivering and clenching my eyes shut and coming underneath him.
Jace groaned along with me, the sound acting like a vibrator against my clit as I gasped with release.
He wasn’t far behind me. Jace moaned and sat up, straddling my face with his legs. “I’m going to come down your throat, and I want you to take every drop.”
I moaned loudly in agreement to let him know how much I wanted it, how wonderful it was to have him in control, even if it was only in this bed tonight.
Jace cradled my head in his hands while fucking my mouth, harder and harder, finally letting out a roar as his cock exploded between my lips.
He pushed it as deep as I could handle without choking while gushing his come down my throat, the shaft of his cock pulsing around my lips while his shaved balls pressed against my face, smothering me in his manliness in a way that thrilled me more than the orgasm that had just destroyed me, and I kept my eyes as wide as they could go to savor in the pleasure that tightened on his face.
When he finally removed his cock from my mouth, I sat up, swallowed his load in one gulp, and then pressed my lips to his. I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, grinding my wet pussy up and down his spent shaft.
I wasn’t done with him. Not yet.
“I hope you have more to give me,” I said, dragging my nails over his muscular chest. “I’m going to want a second round in a few minutes.”
He smirked up at me and replied, “With you, Professor? I don’t need a few minutes.”
“Let’s see how true that is.”
I guided his cock up into my pussy and then lowered myself onto it.
He was thick, so wonderfully thick inside me, filling me even more completely than he had in my office.
I rode him into the bed, leaning back so I could admire how beautiful he was.
He bit his lip and he gazed up at me with eyes that were full of fire, pleasure, and bliss.
I’m fucking my student.
It was wrong. It was against the rules. We shouldn’t be doing it. If I was caught, I would lose my job.
The thoughts didn’t dissuade me. If anything, they made the act hotter.
Jace remained hard inside me while I rode him. He cupped my breasts in his large hands, then took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked gently. I held his head to my chest, feeling his silky, golden hair between my fingers.
“You know what would make this even more fun?” he said. “Some toys.”
I raised an eyebrow while slowing the rocking of my hips. “I’m surprised you’re into that, but I do have some things I could stick inside you.”
He chuckled with laughter, surprised at the joke. “I meant for you. If you’re in the mood for that.”
My toys had only ever been used when I was by myself. Never with a partner. But his curiosity pushed my naughty buttons in just the right way, and I decided I could trust him.
I gave him a long kiss, then slowly climbed off of him and went to my dresser. The top drawer held a variety of toys: a lipstick-sized vibrator, a larger vibrator, and a couple of dildos.
“I just wanted to watch you walk naked across the room,” he said, propping himself up with an elbow.
I grabbed the large vibrator and held it up. “Does this intimidate you?”
He put a hand behind his head as a pillow, flexing his arm. “Not even a little bit. I don’t see vibrators as competition. They’re allies.”
I pointed the vibrator at him like a lecture wand and said, “That was the correct answer.”
“Always happy to make my teacher proud.”
I returned to bed and climbed on top of him. Before I could do anything, he rolled me over until he was on top and snatched the vibrator from me.
“No no no,” he said, clicking his tongue. “You relax while I see what this thing can do.”
It hummed to life at the touch of a button.
I was on my back but it wasn’t quite missionary—he was on his knees between my legs, sitting upright with his cock inside me.
He gently rocked back and forth, his hard length sliding in and out while he pressed buttons on the vibrator.
The tone of the machine’s hum changed as he cycled through the settings.
“Maybe I should…” I said, reaching for it.
He placed his palm on my chest and pinned me down in a way that reminded me that he was in control now. “Nuh uh. You just relax while I decide what speed.” He stopped on one of the pulsing settings. “Here we go. I can tell this is the one.”
My entire body tensed, then relaxed, as he pressed the huge vibrator head against my clit.
The pulsing setting vibrated on-and-off every second, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
This wasn’t usually my favorite setting, but with Jace controlling the toy?
It was different. It was a tease, right on the edge of what I really wanted.
It drove me wild.
Jace held the pulsing vibrator against my clit while fucking me gently.
I moaned loudly as my pleasure intensified, but never quite built enough momentum for a real orgasm.
Jace grinned at the power he wielded over me, which turned me on in its own unique way.
I was used to being in control, whether in the classroom or bedroom.
For him to suddenly have me in the palm of his hand…
On and on it went, steady and consistent. His cock stiffened inside me and he began fucking me faster. I drank in the sight of him, a sexy wall of muscle rocking back and forth while controlling my pleasure with the toy.
“Harder,” I begged.
“What’s that?” he asked, feigning confusion.
“Harder,” I repeated. “Fuck me harder.”
Jace clicked his tongue. “I’m not ready to fuck you harder. I’m enjoying it just. Like. This.”
I let out a groan that was half pleasure, half frustration. “I need it. I need you.”
Jace’s cock continued filling me slowly. “Say it again.”
“I need you so badly.”
“What do you need?”
“Your cock,” I begged. “I need your cock fucking me. Not gentle. Hard. Like you’re trying to get a better grade on your test.”
The words slipped out of my mouth, deepening the fantasy between professor and student. Jace’s chest rumbled with laughter, adding an additional vibration to the toy pressed against my clit. Suddenly he pressed a button and the vibration changed from a pulse to a consistent speed.
After being teased for so long it was like being dipped into a lake of pure ecstasy. I screamed with pleasure as he buried his cock deeper inside of me, never removing the vibrator from my clit.
“Harder!” I cried out. “Fuck me, fuck me Jace, fuck me!”
He leaned forward and planted a chiseled arm next to my head, then began doing one-handed push-ups on my pussy. Pulling his cock back and then slamming it into me as hard as he could.
Between the new, deeper angle of his cock and the whirring vibrator pressed against my clit, I came almost instantly.
But it wasn’t a normal orgasm that arrived and then faded just as quickly.
After being teased for so long, this orgasm was like a cluster of bombs going off.
Wave after wave of intense ecstasy slammed into my body, an endless stream of pleasure that was soon joined by his own cries, and he crushed his lips against mine as we both shook with forbidden release.
*
“You don’t have to stay,” I said afterward, when we’d caught our breath. Both of us were sitting up in bed, a corner of the sheet protecting some of our modesty.
“Do you want me to leave?” Jace asked calmly.
“I’d love for you to stay. But I understand if that’s not your thing.”
“One of my love languages is touch,” he replied, propping an arm behind his head and smiling at me. “I’ll happily spend the night cuddling.”
A small knot of tension in my chest disappeared.
“Sorry for not respecting your wishes,” he said. “About waiting until May. I tried, I really did…”
I put a hand on his thigh. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
“Good. Because I wasn’t really sorry.”
“I didn’t think you were. Besides,” I added, “I was struggling all week myself. If you hadn’t shown up here tonight, I might’ve jumped your bones in the middle of class.”
“Now that would be a fantastic lecture,” Jace replied. “Thanks for sharing your toy with me. The way you hesitated a second, I wondered if I’d pushed your boundary too much.”
“No!” I quickly said. “I’m glad you did. I’ve never shared that with a partner before. I liked your line about toys being allies, not competition.”
“It’s how I feel.” He shifted against the headboard. “I have a selfish reason for asking, though. I have a gift for you.”
“Is it an apple?” I asked. “Because I think we’re way past that, now.”
“This is the kind of gift I would get in trouble for leaving on your desk.” Jace slid out of bed, and I savored the muscular sight of him walking out of my bedroom. He returned with his leather backpack, rummaging around inside before finding what he was looking for.
He held it out like it was a precious gemstone. I frowned at the pink object, which was bulbous on one end before tapering to a little teardrop shape…
“Wait. Is that another sex toy?”
“For you.” He tossed it on the bed. It was heavier than it looked, with a silicone texture. The bulbous part was meant to be… inserted, while the other side would curl up and press against my clit. When I pressed the button at the end of the teardrop, the whole thing vibrated in my hand.
“Where’d you get this?” I asked.
“Facebook Marketplace,” Jace answered while sliding back into bed. “The seller said it was only gently used.”
I dropped it like it was made of lava.
Jace rumbled with laughter. “Just kidding. I bought it on Wednesday. Next-day shipping for sex toys. What a time to be alive.”
“You should have mentioned this earlier, so we could put it to the test,” I said.
Jace slowly shook his head. “This is for class. It’ll turn me on knowing you’re wearing it.”
I wanted to tell him no, I wasn’t going to do that. But the words wouldn’t come. The idea of wearing this under my skirt while giving a Criminology lecture…
My entire body was alive with excitement just thinking about it.
“I’ll consider it,” I said. “For now, you get extra credit. Well done, student.”
“I have a great professor.” Then he pulled me over until I was cuddling up against his chest. “There we go. Give me that sweet body heat.”
As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about us. Whatever us was. This was wrong, and we shouldn’t have been doing it.
But it felt so good that I couldn’t bring myself to care.