CHAPTER 54 #2
I swallowed past the lump in my throat, unsure about my next words. All I knew was, I didn’t want him to stop. In spite of his warning, I still wanted it. Him . I was desperate to sate this curiosity burning inside of me. This cliff dive into unknown waters. “Then take what you want.”
Brows furrowed, he stared down at me. “You’re certain of this.”
“Yes. I’m certain.”
Lowering his gaze, he rolled his shoulders back, seeming to mull it over. Undoubtedly calculating risk and consequences, as his analytical mind would.
A hard thunk beside me was the heel of his palm hitting the desktop, and on a growl of frustration, he straightened himself, the clink of his belt a small victory. He unfastened his pants, and it was then I realized this was really happening. I was about to fuck my professor.
He pushed down his pants and sprung that monstrous cock free.
I swallowed a gulp as I stared at it, standing tall and erect, heavy and ready to plow into me.
Physics told me he’d never get that thing inside of me without some serious damage.
The way he casually held it in his palm like a lethal weapon, taunting me with it, left me both desperate and terrified to know what it would feel like moving inside of me.
“I can assure you, this isn’t going to last a minute and a half.
I’m not some adolescent boy who comes the moment his dick gets wet.
I’m a man who fucks hard and thoroughly enjoys the torment of delayed gratification.
You’re going to be sore. And I really fucking hope you want this, Lilia, because you’re going to hate me when it’s over. ”
“Why? Are you going to ghost me, too?”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from you after this. But let me be very clear,” he gritted through clenched teeth as his hand gripped my throat. “I don’t share. If anyone else so much as looks at this pussy, I’ll take pleasure in dissecting him, starting with his eyeballs.”
It seemed the jealousy of Spencer’s uninvited kiss hadn’t entirely faded just yet, and like before, his psychotic comments shouldn’t have sent a flutter to my stomach.
The possession in his tone should’ve had me running in the opposite direction.
But I’d known bad guys my whole life. The skeevy, slimy types who took from girls and ultimately didn’t give a damn about them.
I knew boys who hurt girls for their own selfish pleasure.
Who cast them aside afterward, as if they were useless, used-up rags.
Devryck was a different breed altogether.
As he’d said—a man, not a boy. The kind who broke the rules in fucking his student, but was courteous about it–giving pleasure before taking.
Bad, though? I supposed that was yet to be determined, but I was willing to take the risk.
I was willing to lay my pride down just to feel the kind of passion I’d only ever read about in books.
I wanted his rough hands and teeth, and to feel his sweat against my skin.
When I reached for him, he gently batted my arm away and stood stroking himself in front of me, drawing his hand up and down his cock in a way that had my thighs trembling in anticipation. “Show me what I shouldn’t want. Make it hurt.”
Swallowing hard, I slid my fingers over the throbbing ache between my thighs. Eyes on his, I plunged two fingers inside of me and watched the veins in his neck pulse to the surface.
Still pumping his stiff cock, he licked his lips with a ravenous glint in his eyes. “What do you think about at night, when your fingers are knuckle deep inside this pussy? Tell me what you want.”
A voracious need curled inside my belly like hot coils. “I want …”
“Your thighs are trembling. Say it.”
“I want your cock.”
“That’s exactly why you wore this skirt, isn’t it? Why you tease your professor to the point of madness. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
From his pants pocket, he tore a condom out of a package, and I watched with fascination as he smoothed it down the length of his swollen and hungry cock. It was when he lined himself at my entrance that he paused and lowered his head. The conflict clear in the tensing of his muscles.
“Do it. Please.” I wanted him so badly, it physically hurt.
“Goddamn it, Lilia. Goddamn you.” He notched himself inside, and a mewling whimper escaped me. He trapped the sounds behind his big palm, and I breathed hard through my nose. “Shhh. Take it a little at a time.”
Hands balled into fists at my sides, I nodded.
“I’m gonna go slow. I promise I won’t push all the way until you’re nice and stretched.”
I panted through my nose as he kept his hand held over my mouth. Little thrusts at a time, he tunneled himself deeper. Deeper. My muscles keening with his rigid intrusion.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” he said on a ragged breath. “Take a little more.” Inch by inch, he filled and stretched me, the pressure inside of me swelling, reluctantly welcoming him, until at last, on a painful sting, he was fully seated.
Hands balled to tight fists at my sides, I continued to breathe hard through my nose as I took in the dizzying fullness of his cock inside me. My body had tensed so much, I felt light-headed by the time my muscles eased up. God, don’t pass out.
Bent over me, he stilled, resting his head against my shoulder, his muscles rigid and vibrating with what I imagined to be pent-up energy and frustration ready to tear through me. “Are you okay?”
At my whispered, “Yes”, he lifted his head and drew his hips back, then drove forward again.
“I needed this,” he rasped, his jaw tense and flexing, as he ground his hips into me so deeply, it stole my breath. “I can’t tell you how badly I needed to fuck you, Lilia.”
A tortured sound ripped from my throat, captured by his palm, and he rocked in and out of me again with rough and powerful strokes. Plundering, as he’d promised, but each glide arrived smoother. I clawed at his arms, holding onto him, and something inside of me shifted.
I took in the feel of his body against me, the vigor in his tight muscles, the way his skin moved across mine, rousing a humming in my nerves.
The quiet stuttering breaths. The frantic digging of fingers and trembling of arms and legs.
He was everywhere. Across my skin and inside of me, winding himself into my bones and muscle.
Moving like the violent waves of the ocean, that deep, vacillating sea, which pulled me like the tides.
A force of terrifying strength.
I tilted my head back toward the window beside us, through which the stars twinkled with constancy in a world that felt like it was spinning out of control.
Time liquefied between us, rippling in slow currents that bent and swayed with our sweat-slickened bodies.
I was slipping, falling, tumbling into feelings that I’d never felt with anyone.
The tightness in my chest promised implacable pain, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. Needed it. Even at the risk that he’d cast me aside too.
And I hated myself for that. Hated that I was so hungry for passion, starving for the need to feel so much at once, that I could even fathom letting him slice me open that way like one of his dead corpses, somehow brought back to life by his skilled hands.
It was too much and not enough.
The commotion of everything I felt right then sprang forth a mist of tears. What were these strange, foreign feelings taking hold of me?
“Lilia,” he whispered, the hand that had quieted me stroked the top of my head, and I lowered my gaze to find his eyes brimming with concern. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. I didn’t … I feel … so much.” A tearful chuckle slipped out as I tried to reel in my emotions. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do with it all.”
“Sex should always make you feel something. Just let go.”
A tear slid down my temple, and I gave a nod.
He thumbed away the moisture and resumed his thrusts, holding my head in place. “Keep your eyes on me, Lilia.”
More tears spilled across my temples, as I watched him staring down at me–our gazes locked, our bodies tightly woven together.
Could it have been more perfect? Could I have known another soul so intimately as in that moment, with the two of us wound so tightly together?
Entombed by rapture and the shame of knowing we’d breached the forbidden boundary and there was no going back.
The sound of voices and approaching footsteps brought him to a halt. The doorknob rattled, and I slapped a hand to my mouth, not daring so much as a breath.
He hoisted me up into his arms and carried me to the shadows of the room, pressing my back into the wall there.
“I thought you said no one comes up here,” he whispered.
“I’ve never seen anyone up here,” I whispered back.
The intruding voices grew louder, telling me they were just on the other side of the wall now.
Devryck slid his hand over my mouth, holding me propped against the wooden surface that pressed into my spine, his tip prodding my soaked entrance.
“There’s an entire collection on Dracadian history up here,” one of the voices said. “I could spend hours reading through these books.”
“Ugh. You’re such a nerd.” Another voice chuckled. “What are you looking for, anyway?”
As the two prattled on, I could feel Devryck’s cock impaling me, pulsing with impatience. He rested his forehead against my shoulder, shaky, warm breath scattering over my skin.
Slowly, I slipped lower. Lower. Until his cock slid back up inside of me, and when I arched, his grip over my mouth grew tighter.
“Shhhh,” he whispered, giving small thrusts in and out of, me, his eyes aflame with a burning voracity that refused to be smothered. A feverish craving simmered in my veins, as I dug my nails into his muscled shoulders.
While the two strangers on the other side of the wall spoke of history and their class schedules, and other benign conversation, he fucked me.
I turned just enough to see the two of us in the mirror.