Chapter 27 #2
His dark eyes pierce into me, and they hold a passionate intensity that wasn’t there before.
“Is this what you want?” he growls, trapping my body between his and the door while his arm cages me in to my left.
“You want me to tell you that I can't fucking think when you're around because your very presence consumes me? That every night I go home and hope you’re not hooking up with one of those ridiculous, flirty classmates of yours because I want you all to myself? That I feel incredibly selfish for wanting you when I know I can’t be with you openly?”
“Every day I watch that boy flirt with you in class and drive myself insane wondering if you’re going home with him even when I have no right to be jealous. And it’s miserable to know that any one of them could ask you out without the complications that I have.”
He continues. “I told myself I’d maintain a professional distance and keep my desires to myself, but all I’ve wanted to do is kiss you. I’d hoped that I’d get it out of my system if I did it once, but all it’s done is make me want you more.”
“Then kiss me,” I breathe. “That’s all I want.”
He leans in slowly, giving me time to pull away if I want to, but I don't.
When his lips finally capture mine, it's nothing like the kiss in the forest. Where that one was sweet and was meant to be a distraction as much as a show of affection, this kiss is demanding and desperate.
His free hand grazes my waist while the one that’s pressed against the door trails down until I hear the sharp click of the lock turning. My breath catches in my throat when he presses his body against mine and his erection presses against me.
“Fuck,” I breathe when he finally pulls away, because there are no words to describe how I’m feeling in this moment. Alaric gazes down at me with dark, hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
With my one word, his last thread of restraint snaps, and he kisses me again, this time lifting me beneath my ass and pinning me against the wall.
When I wrap my legs tightly around his torso and hook my arms over his shoulders, he pulls me away from the door and carries me with ease across the small office, circling behind his desk.
Still holding me, he bends slightly, and with the arm that’s not supporting my weight, he clears the desk with one dramatic swipe. Papers cascade to the floor, books land with a heavy thud, and pencils bounce and scatter.
Alaric sets me on the desk facing him with my legs dangling off the edge, then kneels before me, yanks my boots off, reaches beneath my dress, and hooks his fingers over the waistband of my leggings.
“I need to taste you.”
He looks up at me beneath the dark locks of hair falling over his forehead, and I nod at him in silent permission, wanting to burn the image of him on his knees before me into my memory forever. The sight of this strong, stern man looking up at me with such reverence.
With a sharp tug, Alaric pulls down my leggings and my panties together, and I brace my hands on the desk to lift myself slightly so he can fully remove them. The wood is cold against my bare skin, and a chill runs up my spine. This is really happening.
He gently removes his glasses, folding them and placing them off to the side, and the simple act does things to me that I don’t understand.
I inhale sharply as he kisses the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, right above my knee, and trails upward.
His lips graze my thigh only a few inches away from where I so desperately want his touch before he pulls back a fraction of an inch.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmurs. “You should tell me to stop.”
“No,” I whisper. “Please don’t stop.”
Those three words are enough to overshadow the conflict warring within him. He leans in and drags his tongue up my slit, and my entire body shudders. When I thread my fingers through his dark hair, he groans and strokes his tongue against me with more pressure.
He repeats the process over and over again, dragging it out, and I’m not sure whether he’s doing it because he wants to savor me or taunt me.
“Please,” I beg, tightening my grip on his hair.
His voice is husky when he asks, “You want more?”
I nod, and he smirks before removing his tight grip on my thigh to move his hand between my legs.
His gaze burns into me as he maintains eye contact while pushing a finger inside me, but my head falls back and eyes close when he adds another.
When his lips latch onto my clit and he curls his fingers inside me, I cry out, removing my hand from his hair to steady myself on the desk.
The tension inside me is already building from how worked up he’d gotten me just from our kiss.
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly I know I’ll come, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“Shhh,” Alaric warns. “You need to stay quiet.”
I nod my head even though I’m already aware that it may be an impossible task.
My thighs tremble when he moves again, and I rock my hips against his fingers in a desperate attempt to chase my orgasm. It only spurs him on, and he sucks my clit hard enough to make me gasp.
I moan again, louder than I should, and he pulls away, leaving me empty and on the edge of desperation. My mouth falls open slightly as I watch him stand from his kneeling position, and I’m overcome by worry. Is he mad that I couldn’t manage to stay quiet? Is he just going to leave me like this?
Shame is already welling up inside me when he sits on his desk chair and pats his lap. His lips are still glistening and his hair disheveled. “Come here.”
Oh, thank god. I stand on shaky legs and awkwardly sink down onto his lap.
He brushes my hair over one shoulder to move it out of his way so he can murmur in my ear, “Since you can’t be quiet on your own, I figured I’d help you.”
Confused, I’m about to ask him what he means, but in one swift movement, he pulls me back fully onto his lap, reaches down with one hand to fill my pussy with his fingers, and clamps the other over my mouth.
Holy fuck.
He doesn’t go slow this time, curling his fingers inside me while angling his hand so his palm rubs against my clit. His cock strains against his slacks, grinding against my ass, and I rock my hips on top of him as he fucks me with his fingers.
My breathing becomes more erratic with every passing second, and I whimper against his hand as the tension inside me builds and builds. My cries are muffled by his palm when my orgasm crashes over me, every nerve ending burning with the pleasure of release.
“That’s right. That’s my girl. Come for me.” His low voice reverberates through me as I ride out the waves of pleasure radiating through my core. He doesn’t stop, continuing to work me through it until I’ve practically collapsed against him, shaking and spent.
The office is quiet aside from our breathing, and Alaric gently rubs his hands up and down my thigh in a soothing gesture. Tentatively, I reach down and graze my hand over his erection, but he stops me with a hand around my wrist.
“Not tonight.”
After a number of minutes, I stand and slip my underwear and leggings back on before putting on my boots.
Alaric simply watches me, his arms crossed as he reclines in his office chair.
I’m not sure what to say to him, and he seems to be in the same position.
Glancing at the clock, I realize there are only ten minutes left of what’s supposed to be an hour-long tutoring session.
I attempt to lighten the heavy atmosphere when I can’t stand the awkward silence any longer.
“Well, professor, thank you for that enlightening tutoring session tonight. I feel like I’ve learned quite a bit today.”
He chuckles, and the sound alongside the fondness in his expression calms my nerves. “I’m happy to help.” Alaric joins me in standing, crossing the room to kiss me gently before he unlocks the door and opens it.
“Can’t wait for the next one,” I tease, feeling significantly better than when I’d entered this office only an hour ago.
“Same time next week, Miss Harver. See you then.”