Chapter 15
Cara
I shouldn’t have mentioned the pull between us. He just makes me so fucking crazed with want that I couldn’t hold it in. Still, I was a fool for bringing it up. He’s my professor, and clearly, he doesn’t feel what I feel.
It’s all in my head.
Then he mutters, “Fuck it,” and suddenly I’m in his arms, his mouth on mine, and he’s kissing me like it’s his lifelong mission.
It takes me longer than it should to break free of the shock, but when I do, I kiss him back, opening my mouth for his probing tongue while my fingers find their way into his hair. Just as I suspected, the strands are soft and silky.
This close, his scent surrounds me, and suddenly I’m too hot, like standing in the center of a bonfire, but instead of getting burned, I’m soothed.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, then presses me into the bookshelf, being careful not to hit my head on the wooden structure. His movements aren’t delicate by any means, but the way he protects me is evident in the way he cradles me.
In his arms, I feel safe.
“Lucian,” I pant as his mouth trails down my neck.
I swear I feel the drag of his teeth against my flesh, but it doesn’t scare me.
I want him to keep going, to suck and bite and mark me as his.
Never before have I experienced a connection like this.
I feel both out of control and like this is precisely where I’m meant to be.
It’s intoxicating.
I grind against his erection, eliciting a rumbled sound from deep within his chest that vibrates through me all the way to my clit.
He carries me to his desk, setting me down on the exact spot where I sat the last time I was in here.
I remember his thumb lingering against my bottom lip and how I wanted so badly for him to kiss me then, cut be damned.
He doesn’t say a word as he does that thing I’ve only seen in the movies. With one swipe of his hand, all the pens, paper, and sticky notes fly off his desk. They clatter to the floor, and I laugh at the theatrics.
Why is that so fucking hot?
He’s more careful with his laptop, and when the desk is cleared fully, he comes back to stand between my legs. The air between us is charged with so much sexual energy that I swear the hair on my arm stands on end.
Our eyes meet, and I get lost in the molten glow of his striking gaze. I want this. Need it, even. And I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperate for someone’s touch in my life.
His hands move to my hips, nearly searing my skin through my jeans with how warm his touch is, and slowly pulls me to the very edge.
Even though he doesn’t speak, I read the question in his eyes.
Do I want to do this? But it’s not even a question for me anymore, so I let my hands drift over his thighs, barely grazing the thickness I see pressing against his slacks, and tug his shirt out from where it was tucked.
Like that was the sign he’d been waiting for, he kisses me again, and I’m swept up in what I think might just be the best kiss of my life. Every tangle of his tongue sends little zings of pleasure to my core.
I abandon his shirt and unbutton my jeans, needing to remove the barrier between us.
Instead of letting me off the desk to pull them down, he pushes me back to rest on my elbows and takes them off for me.
When I’m bare, he stays there between my legs and stares at my pussy for so long I start to feel self-conscious, but then he releases this utterly animalistic growl that has me sucking in a breath as he dives forward to spear his tongue into me.
Covering my mouth, I do everything I can to block the moan from escaping, but holy fucking shit.
He’s skilled. He devours me like his last meal, flicking my clit with his tongue as he adds two fingers to the mix until I’m delirious.
The longer he eats me, the more rabid his growls become.
It vibrates through my whole body, making me quiver.
“Lucian,” I whimper. “I’m so close. Don’t—” He sucks on my clit, and I shatter, hands gripping his hair as I grind against his face and fingers while he laps up my juices.
“I could eat this pussy for days,” he says when I finally come back down from my absolutely earth-shattering orgasm.
I can’t help but laugh. “If it’s always like that, I’m inclined to let you.”
His usually light eyes darken to amber and seem to glow from within. It shocks me at first, but somehow the sight of it comforts me. The slickness of my pussy coats his lips, making them glisten. He stands, and my gaze immediately falls to the massive erection straining his pants.
God, am I…? Yup. I’m fucking salivating just thinking about his dick.
“Do you have a condom?” I blurt out like an idiot, but my brain is only focused on one thing right now.
Clearly, it was the wrong question because his face falls instantly.
No condom, then. Usually that would bother me, but not today.
Not with him. “I get tested every year, and I have an IUD,” I tell him, hoping I didn’t just ruin the moment.
“I’m clean, too.” Still, he hesitates. Something passes over his features, but it’s gone just as quickly as it came.
“That’s good,” I whisper, reaching for his belt and pulling the strap free of the buckle. “Because I don’t think I can go another second without your cock inside me.”
“Fuck,” he says as I grab him through the soft fabric of his boxer briefs.
He feels thick. Far thicker than any cock I’ve had before, but I don’t let that stop me from pulling his pants and boxers down.
When his cock springs free, my eyes widen.
That’s definitely the biggest dick I’ve ever had, maybe even seen.
It’s porn-level massive.
“Jesus.”
He chuckles, clearly finding me adorable, but I’m still over here trying to figure out if that will even fit. I wrap my hand around the middle of his shaft and squeeze, jerking up to the tip until he makes this sound in his chest that has me doing it again. God, he’s so fucking hot.
He covers my hand with his, and as one, we line him up with my pussy.
I tease myself with his tip, coating him in my arousal until he’s slick with me.
He presses in just enough to make me shiver and then stops.
My eyes fly to his, reading the question there once more.
Even now, he’s trying to give me a chance to back out, but there’s no fucking way.
So instead, I hook my legs together behind him and slowly squeeze until he’s fully seated inside me.
Our eyes lock, never leaving one another, and it’s easy to see the shift behind them.
Gone is the kind professor giving me the option to back out.
The person in front of me is more beast than man.
I swear his eyes flash gold before he tips his head back, nearly snarling, and then everything changes.
His hips slam into me, and I cry out, immediately covering my mouth with my hand to stifle the noise, but it doesn’t faze him. He takes it as an invitation for more. His eyes blaze knowing that he’s making me feel so fucking good.
“I wish I could hear you scream right now,” he says, his voice gravelly. Then he hits this spot inside me again and again and again, until my eyes roll and I bite my fist to keep quiet. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock. Fuck, you’re so damn tight.”
It doesn’t matter that I’m covering my mouth anymore; my moans and soft mewlings aren’t quiet.
He’s leaning over me, somehow managing to alternate between kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear all without losing stride.
When his mouth moves to my collarbone, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, I almost beg him to bite me.
What the fuck? But then his fingers are on my clit, and the orgasm that’s been building detonates.
This time Lucian comes with me, his cock seeming to thicken as his hot cum warms me from the inside and makes me feel more relaxed than ever. I yawn, and he chuckles.
When he stands, I expect him to pull out, but he doesn’t.
Honestly, with as full as I feel, I’m not even sure he could pull out.
He picks me up into his arms, cock still settled inside me, and sits us in the chair.
I want to tell him it’s okay—he doesn’t have to cradle me against him like this—but it feels too fucking good to deny.
Shifting my legs into a more comfortable position, I feel his cock twitch inside me. How the hell has his dick not softened yet? My inner walls are stretched tight around him, gripping him in a fierce hug. I love it.
His hand trails down my back and over my ass, where he squeezes and kneads the flesh. My pussy flutters around him, and he grunts. Lifting my head, I gaze into his eyes, my heart skittering at what I see looking back at me. His lust hasn’t diminished. Somehow, it’s only grown.
I have a feeling it’s going to take a lot to sate this man, and I’ve never been more up for a challenge in my life.
He cups my face, then kisses me, softly at first, until I open my mouth and then our tongues begin the dance that started this entire thing. His hand moves down between my legs, rubbing against my clit until I moan into his mouth.
“Lucian,” I gasp.
“Come for me again, Cara. Let me feel that pretty pussy clench around my cock.” His words alone push me further toward another orgasm, and I rock gently against his still-thickened shaft as he brushes his fingers through my wetness.
Our movements grow more frantic as we both chase our pleasure.
He licks a line up my neck, my chin, then bites my bottom lip before kissing me in a way that sends shockwaves straight to my core.
My mouth opens in a silent scream as I shatter again, my pussy gripping him so tightly that it’s almost painful.
When I come down, I feel the warmth of his cum spreading through me, but there’s less pressure and I can breathe a little easier now that he’s not so thick. Still, he doesn’t let me up. I snuggle into the crook of his neck, pressing kisses there and trying my best not to let reality in.
I don’t want to think about what happens when we get up. For now, I’m just going to enjoy the blissful feeling of his arms around me.