CHAPTER 47 #3
Bramwell was right. He’d ruined me. Destroyed me from the inside out, and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I’d ever feel something so raw and thrilling and forbidden again.
I threw the pillow to the side and dared to lift my head, watching him devour me like a death row meal.
The slurping sounds and moans and growls he made were lewd and filthy, and spoke of a man who fervently enjoyed the task.
He lifted his head for a moment, his ordinarily stern eyes heavy with intoxication, while the shine of my arousal glistened across his face in a way that reminded me of an animal feasting on prey.
When he dove back in, I felt him latch onto the sensitive bud, sucking on the bit of flesh with such intensity, my hips jerked toward his face.
Strong hands held me down, as his mouth ravaged my clit with unfaltering determination.
A shocked breath missiled past my lips, and I arched back, rolling my head against the mattress, my hands mindlessly fisting the sheets, desperate to claw into something.
I’d learned how to stimulate my clit on my own, but it’d never felt like this .
An intense and delicious pull that had my belly curling, my thighs shaking.
A tearless sob broke in my throat as the tension wound tighter and tighter.
More powerful than when I’d masturbated with my pillow or caressed myself.
The pressure throbbed and pulsed, like a gluttonous beast fattening itself on my pleasure. I was about to come. Oh, God. I’d never come with anyone before. I’d only ever done it alone, and it’d only ever lasted a second, or two.
My breaths hastened. My muscles trembled and turned rigid. So tight.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
I ground my hips into his face. My professor’s face. The very thought of that had such a filthy, immoral ring to it, but I’d worry about the utter depravity of it later. Right then, I was too close to stop. So close!
He lifted his face from between my legs, holding my knees apart as he stared down at me.
“Wha … what are you doing?” I sounded drunk, intoxicated. I ground my ass into the bed, desperate for his lips and fingers and that fiendish sucking that had turned my world on its ass only seconds ago. “Please. I need–”
“You need what?” A hard, stinging smack smarted my pussy, and I twitched, moaning at the sensitivity of my flesh, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.
“I need to come. I need to come so bad!” I circled my hips as the desperation vibrated in my muscles, intensifying the ache. I thirsted for his touch like a withering flower.
The need he’d stirred with his fingers coursed through my body with a punishing violence.
“You’re a salacious little nymph, aren’t you? Turn over.” His command was terse and pitiless, and as I turned over onto my belly, he roughly yanked me up onto my knees.
“Ass in the air. Hands flat on the mattress.”
Frustrated and painfully aroused, I did exactly that, letting him position my knees apart however he wanted. I needed this. I needed him to finish me, or I’d die of agony. Was that even possible? Could someone die of the desperate need to come?
His big palms cuffed my ankles to the mattress, holding me spread open.
I waited for him to do something. To stick his fingers in me again, or drag his tongue over my throbbing clit.
My thighs trembled with a ravenous gluttony I’d never felt before.
Instead, he bent over me, those muscled arms caging me beneath him.
“I’ll bet your pussy is aching to be filled right now.
” It wasn’t a question. The sadist knew what he was doing.
The tension in the air bore teeth and claws, whose jagged edges razed my skin. I’d never wanted to be destroyed so much in my life. “Yes. Please. It hurts. Oh, God, it hurts.”
A sharp pain struck my skull as he yanked my hair, lifting my head from the bed.
“Did you think I’d feel sorry for you? That I’d be gentle?
I feel this torture every fucking time you walk into a room.
” He pressed a thumb into the crease of my ass, and I sucked in a breath as he threatened to breach the tight ring of muscles there, pushing and massaging.
“So, I don’t feel sorry for you, Lilia. In fact, it warms my dirty bastard soul to know you ache this way.
” Holding his thumb there, he alternated between licking my pussy and fingering it.
Each time I neared climax, he stopped, dragging me back from the edge, and I was left soaking wet and twice as needy.
He toyed with me like that for what felt like an eternity, never seeming to tire of this vicious little game.
I, on the other hand, clawed and scratched and pleaded, damned near sobbing.
Once again lying on my back, I wrapped my arms around my knees, holding myself open for him when he commanded I do so.
Wearing the same cold expression as before, he stared down at me while stroking his cock.
Teasing me with it. The level of control the man demonstrated only heightened my arousal, as he stared down at me with those mercurial eyes that seared my insides.
“I cannot properly express how much I’d love to shove my cock inside you right now.” The mere suggestion had his tip shining with more precum.
I wanted to tell him to do it, but the size of it scared me. Would probably split me in two. Instead, I licked my lips, wishing I could taste the fluid gathered at the head of it.
“Are you ready to come, Lilia?”
“Please don’t tease me. I can’t stand it anymore.”
“Don’t tease you ? The way you tease me every goddamn day, with these short skirts and those pouty, fuckable lips? That obnoxious lipstick that I imagine smeared all over my cock.”
“You don’t exactly dress like a priest yourself. You don’t think every girl in class dreams of fucking you?”
“I don’t give a damn about every other girl.
There’s only one who crosses my mind a fuck-ton more than she should.
So, I’m going to finish you, Lilia. I’m going to give you the release you’ve been craving, and I won’t touch you again.
But this pussy belongs to me . You let any other undeserving prick near it, and I will cut out his tongue and send it to you in a specimen jar. ”
I must’ve been sick, considering the rush of arousal that leaked down my ass as I took in his dirty and psychotic words.
As well-mannered and refined as he was, the man had a darkness about him that was absolute catnip to my libido.
He stirred an ungodly ache that sang to the deep-seated fantasies I kept in a box tied with black ribbons somewhere inside my head.
Red and swollen from his relentless sucking, I imagined myself sitting in lecture the next day, watching him in his button-down shirt and dark jeans, listening to that voice that made every girl in class wish he taught erotic literature.
I tried to imagine the terrifying feeling of knowing I’d only had him once but it’d been enough to mess me up for the rest of my life.
I couldn’t stay in those visuals, though. Because every speck of thought came spiraling back into the present when he put his mouth on me again. Gentler, that time, as if he knew it was coming to an end and wanted to savor the last bits.
With featherlight tickles, he teased and taunted me toward the pinnacle again.
My body tensed and loosened, hesitant to let him lead me up such a treacherous path, untrusting of his tricks, but he was persistent.
He didn’t move, didn’t jar my senses with some maddening switch of position.
He tickled my appetite with the same consistent flick of his tongue, until my muscles trembled again, breaths panted out of me, and my hands balled into tight fists.
Please, please, please , my head begged.
The storm inside my belly thrashed and twisted and rolled, like a tide gathering momentum.
Faster. Faster. That euphoric crest loomed over me like a wicked threat, one that would pull me under and drown me in a black squall of ecstasy.
I wanted to spit the same venom back in his face for refusing to let me come, by making him wait for the finale he so clearly sought from me with that relentless tongue of his.
I couldn’t, though. Goddamn it, the man had my muscles cramped and shaking with desperation.
He fluttered his tongue one more time, and the wave crashed down mercilessly, exploding at the back of my head. Body bowed, I screamed his name, writhing under his unforgiving mouth, as he shook his face and gave one long agonizing suck of my clit to finish me off.
He released me on a pop, and I rode out the subsequent shocks that rocked through me like tiny bolts of electricity.
It was everything. Everything I ever dreamed it would be with him, and when he moaned, lapping up the fluids spilling out of me, I lifted my head from the bed to commit the scene to memory.
Every sensation, every scent, every sound.
I wanted him in my blood, pulsing through me, heating my skin on the nights when I’d be alone in my bed, thinking of this moment. Right here. Right now. Forever.
He pushed up from my thighs, staring down at me with a look of awe that made my belly flutter again–one that begged me to look away, to avoid seeing the prideful victory creep across his face like it had with every other boy who’d felt he somehow conquered me after hooking up.
“I knew you’d be fucking beautiful when you came, but I didn’t imagine you’d look like this. ”
“Like what?”
He didn’t answer, but the carnal and possessive glint in his eyes, as his fingers dug into my skin, said everything.
Mine . With a firm grip of my ankles, he slid me down to the edge of the bed and fell forward, catching himself on outstretched arms. One hand stroked down my hair as his lips latched to my neck.
“You can shower first, if you’d like,” he said against my throat.