Chapter 16 #2
“You go first,” I say, smiling at him and hoping he can’t read my discomfort. Not knowing what he wants or where this is going between us is fucking with me. He nods and then motions me to the living room. I sit on the couch, and he follows, parking himself beside me.
“I wanted to talk about what happened yesterday.”
“Okay,” I reply, unsure of where this will go. Part of me hopes that one moment isn’t all I’ll get.
“Sorry, I don’t normally…” He looks away, running a hand through his hair, and I take in the man before me.
Gone is the no-nonsense professor from class.
Gone is the man who fucked me senseless yesterday.
Today, he seems kind of unsure. When his eyes finally settle back on me, he says, “I’ve never slept with a student before, so this is all a little… ”
“Weird?” I supply, making him laugh. With all of my doubts and worries, I hadn’t considered what he might be going through. I’ve been looking at it from my shoes without considering where he’s coming from, and suddenly it’s all a little more clear.
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’ve never slept with a professor before either, so at least it’s strange for the both of us.”
There’s a moment of silence where Lucian takes a deep breath, then says, “This is your last semester. I understand if you don’t want to do anything that might jeopardize that. What happened yesterday can just be a one-time thing, if that’s what you want.”
My chest aches at the thought, and without considering my reply, I blurt out, “Is that what you want?”
His chuckle is humorless and full of a self-loathing that I don’t understand.
“I’ve tried very hard to keep my distance from you, Cara, and now that I’ve had you, the last thing I want to do is let you go. But I will if it’s what you want.”
It’s like he plucked the words from my mind. I don’t think I can give him up, either. Which is honestly crazy. I barely know him. How can I feel this strongly?
“You could lose your job,” I tell him, wanting him to understand the reality of what we’re facing. As bad as it would be for me if we got caught, it would be infinitely worse for him.
“Or I could lose you. Only one of those would keep me up at night.”
His words and the conviction I sense behind them make my heart stutter. How can we be this drawn to each other so quickly? But I guess if I’m really honest with myself, I don’t care too much about the how or why.
Letting whatever this is between us go isn’t something either of us wants.
I twist to face him more fully, and then it’s like our movements are synchronized.
His lips find mine, and the kiss is explosive.
I moan as he tugs my hair, giving him the perfect angle to deepen the kiss.
We’re finally together in a place I don’t need to be quiet, not that I did very well with it last time. Now there’s nothing to worry about.
Only us.
I break from the kiss to lift the shirt over his head and run my hands over his bare chest. The chain he wears is warm beneath my fingers.
God, he might just be the most attractive man I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Holy shit. He’s all sculpted muscle, and I have to wonder if he was doing push-ups before I got here or if this is just his constant state of normal.
Not fair.
Lucian pushes the cardigan off my shoulders, and I shiver at the ghost of his fingers on my collarbone. I can still remember the feel of his teeth grazing me in a near love bite.
“I think I owe you something,” I tell him, dropping to my knees on the floor. He doesn’t move to help me, just watches as I pull his shorts and boxer briefs off. His cock is as perfect—and massive—as I remember it.
As I grip the base of his shaft and lean forward to drag my tongue along its length, he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Don’t think this means I won’t be making you scream.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease. He lets me go just as his phone vibrates on the couch. He ignores it, and I focus on the glorious cock in front of me.
Swirling my tongue around the tip, I keep my eyes trained on him, loving the way he watches and groans.
Blowjobs are hit or miss for me. They’re great if the guy is vocal and reciprocates the love, but once it becomes an expectation, I lose all interest. Lucian feels like a challenge, and I want to bring him to the brink of oblivion just to watch him shatter.
His phone vibrates again, and he curses, finally looking at the screen. I continue my slow licks and kisses of his shaft, balls, and thighs.
“Fuck. It’s my friend. He won’t stop until I answer.”
“Go ahead,” I say, not minding at all. In fact, this could be fun.
He sighs and then answers the call. “What is it?”
I don’t hear the reply, and maybe Lucian doesn’t either, because I use that moment to wrap my lips around his tip and suck. His sharp intake of breath makes me smile around him.
“Lucian, are you there?” I hear a male voice ask as I take him deeper, only stopping when he hits the back of my throat. I keep him there and stare up at him.
“Fuck,” he growls. Then, to his friend, he says, “Look, I can’t really—” but his words die as I move. I give him the blowjob of my fucking life, desperate to get him off while he’s on the phone. This power I feel, controlling his ability to speak, to concentrate, it’s heady.
My phone vibrates too, but I ignore it in favor of making this man fall apart. His friend is still talking, but I don’t think Lucian is really paying attention. My jaw aches, but I don’t let up, not until I feel his balls tightening beneath my palm and I know he’s close. That only spurs me on.
I hollow out my cheeks as my hand strokes his cock when suddenly his hand grips the base of his shaft. Following his lead, I return to cupping his balls, loving the brush of my lips on his knuckles as I take him deeper.
When the first spurt of cum hits my tongue, he tosses his phone and roars out his release. Internally I squeal, giddy with the thought that I can make this strong man fall apart. To my surprise, his cock doesn’t soften, and his hand remains tight around the base.
“Cara,” Lucian says, making me shiver. There’s a promise in his voice.
He reaches for me, but I lean back to glance at my phone, which still hasn’t stopped vibrating. It’s my mom. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
I look up to find Lucian’s worried gaze. The lusty glow is still there but kept in the background.
“It’s my mom,” I say, getting to my feet and searching for my cardigan. “She’s in the lobby.”
“Can she wait while you sit on my face?” I expect to see anger, maybe even disappointment in his eyes, but he only stands there, holding out the cardigan for me to slip my arms into.
“God, I wish. I’m so sorry, but she never comes here. I’d much rather sit on your face, it’s just… I have to go.”
“Nothing to apologize for. I’ll just owe you a few extra orgasms next time, and trust me, I’m very much looking forward to that.” He grabs me by the two sides of my cardigan and pulls me forward until our lips meet in a kiss that’s anything but simple.
“Mmmm,” I groan, then pull back. “You’re too tempting.”
He only smiles, but there’s something to be said about the way he can switch between horny and concerned without making me feel bad about it. It seems foreign, like maybe I’m reading the signals wrong, but then he’s dressed and smiling and fucking thanking me for sucking his dick.
Is this even real?
“I’m sorry, again,” I tell him as I walk to his door, but that only makes him roll his eyes.
“No more.” He slaps my ass playfully, letting his hand linger there so he can press our bodies together. His dick is still rock solid against me. How the hell did he even get it back in his pants? “Take care of your family stuff, and maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“I’d love that.” I kiss him again, barely letting our tongues meet before I pull back and force myself to exit his apartment.
As I’m running down the stairs to the lobby, my phone vibrates again. Thinking it’s my mom, I pull it out to see what it says, but it’s not her.
Lucian: “When you touch yourself later, it better be my name that passes those pretty lips of yours.”
Fucking hell.
If only he knew his name was on my tongue long before this started.