10. Vincent
Chapter 10
Vincent
W ith Elle’s legs locked around my waist, I carried her to my bedroom. She pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to my neck, making my poor cock ache all over again. I fumbled at the bedside lamp, switching it on for a muted, golden glow.
After setting Elle on the bed, I stripped off my shirt. She hurried do to the same. While she fumbled at the clasp of her bra, I settled back on the mattress and tugged on her hips with enough insistence that she was forced to straddle my waist in order to keep her balance.
“Get up here,” I said, tapping my chin.
Elle raised her eyebrows.
“You mean—”
“Yes, I mean on my face. Don’t tell me you’re too shy to do that. I felt how wet you were in the library when we were almost caught.”
A pink tinge colored her cheeks and she glanced away.
“But I’ve never…done that before.”
“Good. I’ll be your first, and your last. Now up .”
Elle scrambled into position, hesitantly kneeling on either side of my head. I palmed her ass, pulling her down toward my mouth until I could kiss her thighs. The sweet scent of her arousal filled my lungs.
“Hold the headboard,” I said. “You’re going to need it.”
As soon as Elle had a firm grip to steady herself, I tilted my chin up and dragged the flat of my tongue through her folds. She let out a strangled noise. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, holding her in place.
“Holy shit,” Elle croaked.
I closed my mouth over her clit, sucking and lapping at that sensitive little bud. Her self-consciousness vanished and her thighs locked tight around my head. I smoothed my hands over her hips, up her stomach, and cupped her breasts. Elle whined, wiggling against my mouth. I pinched and teased at her nipples, matching the rhythm of my tongue until her body was shaking with the onslaught of pleasure and sweet pain.
Her orgasm hit with enough force to make her arms tremble and her legs shake. Elle tipped her head back with a wordless shout. I slowed my pace, licking languidly against her clit as she came down.
She started to shift away, climbing off me. I clamped my hands on her thighs, preventing her from moving.
“Not done with you yet,” I said.
“Vincent, I’m getting a bit too sensitive— oh .”
I shifted position, working my jaw deep into her. Sucking at her folds, swirling my tongue over her clit.
One orgasm wasn’t enough. I wouldn’t stop until she was boneless and babbling, completely out of her mind before I slid my cock inside her. Elle’s hand flew to my head, clutching a fistful of my hair until my scalp burned.
A second orgasm barreled through her, more intense than the last one. Her thighs squeezed so tightly that my ears started to ring. She convulsed, absently trying to shy away from my mouth. I wouldn’t let go.
“One more,” I said.
“Jesus. Vincent—give me a second to—I can’t—”
Elle broke off with a gasp as I sucked at her clit again.
I made her come on my kitchen table. I made her come in the library. With each orgasm, my self-restraint evaporated a little more until I couldn’t stand it any longer. My appetite for this woman was insatiable, and tonight, I intended to feast until I had my fill.
I scraped my teeth on the inside of her thigh with a light pinch.
“Are you telling me to stop?”
Elle glanced down at me. Her silence was deafening.
I smiled to myself, diving in again. Her arousal coated my chin, slick and hot and sweet. My fingers pressed into the soft, plump flesh of her ass as I held her in place, nibbling and sucking at her pussy like she was the ripest, juiciest piece of fruit.
It took longer to get that third orgasm I craved, but it was worth it. My jaw ached. My cock had recovered, painfully hard now and leaking on my stomach. Elle writhed above me, rolling her hips. I dug my heels into the bed for leverage, driving my tongue inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Elle squealed.
A thrill of primal, beastly satisfaction surged through me as she gushed. My gorgeous girl was a squirter. I knew she had it in her.
“Enough,” Elle breathed, tapping my shoulder.
Gliding my hands up her back, I eased her down to the bed. Her limbs trembled and her skin was flushed a furious pink. Elle hooked one leg over my hip and snuggled in tight against my chest.
“I’ve never done that before either,” she said.
My cock rested an inch away from her soaked pussy. All I had to do was angle my hips upward and I would finally be buried inside her. But I cupped her face in my palm and kissed her softly instead, plying her mouth open with my tongue so she could taste herself.
Maybe some small part of me had been unconsciously holding back. Waiting for Elle to change her mind. Waiting for her to fall for a boy closer to her age.
I didn’t feel that way anymore, with her wrapped up in my arms, skin to skin. As long as we kept our relationship a secret until after she graduated, I wouldn’t lose my job. Although my chances of becoming Dean one day would probably be destroyed as soon as word got out that I was dating a former student.
Elle traced her fingers down my chest and kissed my neck. Her lips quirked up in a small, contented smile.
I didn’t give a damn about losing a shot at the Dean position as long as this woman was mine.
The first blush of dawn filtered through my curtains, bathing my bedroom in a golden light. I turned my head to see Elle beside me, the sheets pooled around her waist, bare back exposed with her cheek pressed to the pillow. Last night’s activities must have exhausted both of us.
I sidled closer, trailing my fingers down Elle’s spine. If someone had told me I would fall in love this hard with a younger woman in the span of a month, I wouldn’t have believed it for a second.
Leaning down, I pressed a kiss between Elle’s shoulder blades. Her skin was warm, smelling faintly of sex, her flowery soap, and my cologne.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” I whispered.
Elle stirred, squinting in the morning light. I slipped one hand under the sheets, smoothing over her ass and sliding two fingers between her thighs. She made a soft muffled noise into her pillow.
“Still wet for me,” I murmured against her skin.
“If you’re going to make me orgasm three times in a row again,” Elle mumbled. “I need electrolytes or protein or something. My legs feel like rubber.”
I chuckled as I pushed the sheets aside, exposing her sleep-warm body.
“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t have to move an inch. I’ll take care of you.”
Retrieving a condom from my nightstand, I gave my cock a few quick pumps before rolling it on. Kissing my way down Elle’s spine, I settled over her, grasping her hips.
“Take a deep breath,” I said.
Elle inhaled, ribs expanding. I rubbed the head of my cock back and forth through her folds, coating myself in her arousal. When she exhaled, I pushed in easily with a slow, languid drag.
“Oh, God,” Elle said. “You’re thick .”
I lowered my chest to her back, pinning her to the bed as she adjusted to my size. Cupping her throat, I turned her head to the side, nuzzling at her ear.
“Taking every inch of my cock like the hungry girl you are.”
I pulled out and thrust back in, savoring the way Elle’s mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled back.
“You like it nice and deep, don’t you?” I said.
Elle nodded, fingers curling into the sheets.
“You earned it, love,” I added.
I sat back, kneading the flesh of her ass as I watched my cock slide in and out, her pussy gripping me tight. Elle shifted her legs further apart, pushing her ass back to meet my thrusts. It didn’t take long before my cock was coated in her creamy slickness.
Settling over Elle again, I crushed her beneath me, burying my cock up to the hilt inside her throbbing pussy. My balls pressed against her stiff clit. The noise that tore from her throat was pure ecstasy.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she pleaded.
Blind with the all-consuming need for my woman’s pleasure, I pounded deeper and harder. I closed my eyes, surrounded by her scent, her skin, the sounds of bliss that spilled from her mouth mingling with the sloppy sounds of her pussy.
Elle’s body contracted under me, winding tighter and tighter. Ready to snap and tumble over the edge at any moment.
It took every ounce of self-control to pull out.
“Roll over. I want to watch when you come all over my cock.”
Elle moved onto her back. Without prompting, she hooked her hands behind her knees and spread her legs wide for me. I hummed with approval.
Smoothing her hair away from her damp forehead, I covered her with my body, driving into her pussy with one thrust. Elle placed her hands on my chest, greedily tracing every straining muscle of my torso. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, pinching it with my teeth.
She shattered so perfectly, squeezing my cock with a vise grip. Throwing her head back, she hooked her arms around my shoulders, clinging to me for dear life as pleasure coursed through her.
I followed her over the edge, delivering a few stuttering thrusts before I buried my cock deep in her silky, scorching heat with a groan. When I slumped against Elle, she wrapped her legs around me, clinging like a koala.
“Let’s hear it, Professor,” she said lightly. “Did I get an A in class?”
I chuckled and sucked a kiss to her breast.
“Haven’t decided yet. After breakfast, I think I’ll put you through one more lesson.”
Elle grinned and wiggled her hips, flexing around my cock.
“I’m looking forward to it.”