Chapter 24 The Professor’s Game
The Professor’s Game
Idashed around my room lighting candles until the whole room was bathed in a warm, mellow glow before returning to stand in front of Daire.
He had wanted the lights on but agreed to the compromise of enough candles to host a seance.
“Well, Professor? Is this acceptable?”
“It’s perfect. Let’s get you out of your clothes and out of your head, hm?” He smiled down at me.
I laughed ruefully. “I’m not sure anything can take me out of my head.”
“I’ll do my level best,” he promised before stripping me down and laying me out on the bed.
Down to his briefs, Daire stretched out beside me. “We’re going to play a little game.”
“A game?” My eyebrows rose.
“There are only three rules.”
“I can handle three rules,” I asserted with a smile.
“The first rule is you must not speak.”
“Uh oh.”
He laughed and nodded. “Yes, I suspect you may have trouble with that one. The second rule is you must lie perfectly still.”
I gaped. “While you’re touching me?”
“Most decidedly,” he teased.
“What’s the third rule?” I asked grumpily.
He grinned. “The third rule is I can change the rules at any time.”
“You look pleased with yourself,” I accused.
His eyebrows shot up. “Can you blame me? I’m relaxing in my baby’s fluffy bed with her spread out naked beside me. What could possibly make me happier?”
I quirked a brow. “Maybe if you were spread out naked for me?”
He shook his head. “No, but good try.”
I opened my mouth to speak but he interrupted me. “Game starts now.”
I pressed my lips together and looked up at the ceiling.
“You have a burning question,” he laughed.
I pressed my lips together tightly and nodded.
“Out with it.”
“What happens if I break the rules?”
“There’s no if, you will break the rules, and every time you do, I stop everything and add five minutes.”
“Five minutes to what?”
“You’ll see.” He stroked my eyelids down. “Close your eyes for a bit. Just feel.”
I lay stiffly on the bed. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t monitor his face to see his reactions to my body.
But slowly, with the smooth sweep of his hands over every inch of my skin, I melted back into the bed.
He swept his hands down to my wrists, lifted my arms up over my head, and uncurled my fists.
I listened as he moved down and off the bed, my eyes jerking back and forth behind my lids as I attempted to track his movements.
Beginning at my waist, he ran both hands down the outsides of my legs to my ankles. “Be still and feel how sweetly your curves fill my hands.”
Did he really like my curves? All of them? My thighs were chunky. I knew that. Could he possibly like those as well?
He picked up first one calf, then the other, his strong fingers stroking the tension from the muscles. “These legs in high heels make me crazy.”
I smiled internally. With all the walking I did, I had great calves.
The arch of each foot received a kiss before being placed back on the bed, his gentle fingers blazing a trail up my inner thighs. “But nothing on earth will beat these thighs wrapped around my head.”
Chill bumps raced over my tummy and tightened my breasts. It took every ounce of my control to stay still. My thighs buzzed with the desire to spread wide and invite him in. I swallowed the moan trapped in my throat.
I breathed deeply and evenly as he lulled me closer and closer to that zone where there were no thoughts, no worries, no past, no future, nothing save the pleasure of the present moment.
My ears perked up when he crawled back up beside me, but he only resumed his gentle ministrations around my shoulders and between my breasts before palming my belly.
His tongue traced the shell of my ear, his whispered promise leaving me breathless. “This sweet belly will carry my babies one day soon,” he whispered reverently.
My head sunk back on the pillow, my entire body going limp with his promise.
Hot and hard, his mouth came down over my nipple.
My eyes popped open. “Argh,” I cried out in a most unladylike manner, arching my back to push my breast further into his mouth.
He released me with a pop. “That’s five additional minutes.”
I opened my mouth.
He slanted me a look, half warning, half challenge, and I shut it again.
This time, I was keeping my eyes open.
He delivered the same sensual onslaught as before, this time when he tongued my nipple, I breathed deep and compelled myself to relax.
“Perfect, baby,” he breathed against my skin.
Kneeling between my legs, he leaned onto his hands and hovered over me. “Remember, don’t move. Not even your mouth.”
He gently kissed my face, my temple, the line of my jaw and that oh so sensitive spot at the base of my throat.
I breathed through it, unmoving. But when he reached my mouth, his lips brushing over mine, nipping gently, coaxing my tongue oh so sweetly to come out to play, I couldn’t resist.
For one brief moment his tongue teased mine before he pulled back once again.
“That’s five,” he whispered against my mouth.
I nodded. It was worth it.
Equal parts frustrated and fully committed to this game of which I was so obviously the winner, I determined to see it through this time.
Five minutes later, when he pulled my nipple into his mouth, I took it.
When his long, talented fingers found my slit and drew my arousal up around my clit, I breathed deep and took it.
When he praised me for doing so well, I promised myself I’d take it all.
Then he knelt between my thighs, parted me with his thumbs, and licked.
I desperately wanted to lift my head to watch. My stomach muscles clenched.
He paused.
Oh, please don’t stop.
I forced my muscles to relax.
He dipped his head.
And I took it.
Unwilling to move and break the spell, I focused on his lips, his tongue, his gruff, satisfied groans as he worshiped my center.
My legs began to tremble. I prayed he would continue, the pleasure he delivered so sweetly erotic I wanted to cry.
With my brain focused and engaged on the insane task of remaining still while he tortured me, he set me free to feel.
And what a feeling it was, heat bristling at the apex of my thighs and billowing outward.
His mouth hot and open over my sex, the flat of his tongue laving my clit.
My legs quivered uncontrollably.
He soothed me with a sweep of his hand but did not let up with his sweet mouth, gently sucking my flesh into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my sensitive opening, and returning to gently tap my clit with the tip of his tongue while I broke apart, unmoving, save for the violent shudder that overtook my entire body.
Flying, floating, sailing, so high above the ground I might never have come down.
My mind free.
My heart full.
My eyes welling with emotion as my body went lax.
Abruptly, he covered me, his mouth on my mouth, his tongue lashing mine, my taste on his lips.
I lay open and willing beneath him.
He praised me between kisses. “You did so well, little spitfire. I’m so proud of you. How do you feel?”
“Daire,” I breathed, still flying. “Thank you.”
My body was not my own and yet it belonged to me at that moment more than it ever had.
I was beautiful.
What he did to me was beautiful.
He chuckled gruffly and kissed me again, deeply, sweetly, as he drew my thigh around his hip. With one long, slow, push, he entered me and stilled.
His thumbs caressed my temples as he stared down into my face.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rougher than usual.
“The way you look,” he pressed deeper inside me, “the way you taste,” his hips jerked, “the way you respond under my hands,” he closed his eyes and began to move inside me. “I’m addicted to you.”
He dropped his forehead to mine. His hair fell around us like a curtain.
I wrapped my arms around his back, palming the lean muscles flexing along his spine as he slowly and steadily drove into me.
His hands tangled in my curls.
My pussy fluttered around him.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Yes, little spitfire. Give me one more.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I rasped.
My eyes closed. My hips canted upward, and I gasped at the electric points of pleasure unlocked along my channel with every caress of his body deep inside me.
“Your body tells me otherwise,” he murmured against my throat.
I dug one heel into the bed, the other into the back of his thigh. If he wanted me to come again, I’d do my best.
He stopped moving, lifted his head to look at me while his hand came down on my knee. “Relax, let me see to you. Let it happen. Surrender to me. Give it to me.”
I nodded.
Closed my eyes.
Made no demands of myself other than giving myself over to him.
“Fuck, yes, Harley,” he groaned, rubbing his nose along mine. “That’s what I want from you. You’re so fucking tight around me.”
I could almost feel the blood flow engorging my sex. My eyes sprang open at the sudden flash of tingling heat. “I think I’m going to…”
“I feel it,” he gritted out, his pace steady and purposeful.
I lifted my head from the pillow and sought his mouth.
He kissed me with a ferocity that took captive every passing thought. Dirty, messy, unhinged kissing, his tongue filling my mouth. The kind of kiss that doesn’t let up or let go but pushes you onward and upward.
My body exploded and I ripped my mouth away from his with a harsh cry.
His hand clamped down hard on my hip, pinning me to the bed as he hammered into me, sweat rolling off his back, taking his pleasure.
Everybody boneless.
A good goal.
Joy bubbled over inside me like champagne. I laughed out loud.
“Somebody’s feeling good,” he teased.
“Wonderful. Boneless,” I teased back.
He flexed his hips and grinned. “Me too…almost.”
Caressing my face with the tips of his fingers, his eyes smiled into mine. “Are you ready to get cleaned up?”
Back in bed, only one worry preyed on my mind. “Will you be here when I wake up in the morning?”
His voice was deep and sleepy in my ear. “You couldn’t get me out of here with a crowbar.”
I smiled as I nestled my ass into the cradle of his groin. I took a deep breath, and with my exhale my body melted into his.
Approval rumbled in his chest as he wrapped me up tighter. “That’s perfect, little one. Now, sleep.”