Chapter 32 #2
I lean back into him, trying to take comfort in his words, but feeling so sad that Wes is not listed as one of my team members.
Still, nothing to be done about it at the moment. We just have to keep working.
Huh, something occurs to me. “Can you translate what Professor Amos was talking about now?”
“One moment, pulu, sorry.” Alexis has gone really pale, and now he sways, eyes drooping.
“Are you sick?”
“The shift was challenging.” He grits his teeth as he talks. “But I’m fine.”
He’s not. I can tell he’s in real pain. Why? Cosmo, Ludo and Donovan weren’t in agony after their first shifts.
Even as I’m thinking that, Alexis slides sideways off the small sofa and collapses onto the floor with a grunt.
“Lexi?” As I drop to my knees beside him, the sound of the library door opening has me leaping up again.
“Theo? Professor Feniks?” Mr. Quinlin calls into the gloomy room.
“Hi!” I wave, hurrying to meet him at the door.
Shit, if he moves to the left, he’ll see Alexis passed out and start asking questions. I shift slightly, almost penning the librarian into the door frame. “Do we need to pack up? This has been so helpful, and I feel like we might be getting somewhere.”
The librarian takes a step back, not enjoying me encroaching on his space. Sorry, Mr. Quinlin, but needs must.
“Erm, no, that’s what I wanted to tell you.” He shakes his head. “Professor Feniks can use his master key to lock up the library, so I was going to tell you to work as long as you like. But close up securely when you leave?”
Yes! “I could kiss you,” I tell him. “Thanks for trusting us.”
He takes another step back, looking even more startled.
“Well now, Professor Feniks is faculty, so I'm hardly risking my career for this,” he replies gruffly. “Anyway, have a good night. Goodnight, Feniks,” he calls into the stacks.
As soon as he’s gone, I rush to Alexis. At least his eyes are open again now.
“How can I help you?” He’s clammy, and his breathing is shallow. On instinct, I reach my arms around him and try to direct my Lumina to help him.
“I’m fine.” His body convulses, and he lets out a groan. “Love…” The next second, his eyes are closed again.
“Alexis?” I push more and more of the golden light into Alexis until I’m almost spent. He’s still unconscious, but breathing more peacefully now. Shit, that was exhausting. As the adrenaline drains from my body, I realize I’m completely knackered.
A nap couldn’t hurt.
It’s been a long few fucking days, and right now there is no one I’d rather be sleeping beside.
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“Theo?”
I snuggle further into the hard, warm pillow underneath my cheek, trying to stay asleep. It’s too early.
“Theo?”
Oh wait. Alexis! I’m asleep on top of my beautiful fake professor. I wriggle a little and open one eye. “Hi,” I say.
“Hi.”
My brain is only functioning at twenty percent capacity, so I wriggle around a little more, driven purely by comfort, trying to find the perfect way to sink further into my human man-mattress.
“Pulu?”
This time, I open both eyes. I meet his gaze, and the dreamy fog instantly clears. His fierce face is filled with desire. “You keep squirming around like that, and it’s going to become increasingly difficult to remember that we are on the floor of the library records room.”
His words make me jiggle my hips again. I can’t help it.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can feel the heat pulsing from your vittu.”
“Vittu?” I giggle like an idiot, but I can’t stop myself. I feel giddy right now. “What’s a vittu, Alexis?”
"Your cunt," he growls. With one smooth motion, Alexis grabs my waist then rolls us over until I am pinned underneath him.
Holding his weight off me by his elbows, he grins down at me, his eyes dark with intent.
“Let me tell you all about your vittu. It is a warm, dark place that I am one hundred percent certain tastes like heaven. When it gets excited, the glistening walls get even plumper and fatter, eager for attention. The vittu has a peak that every adventurer longs to explore. Mount Klitoris.”
Alexis pauses his unbelievably hot speech to lean down and kiss the side of my neck. “Did you know the Greek word for clitoris is kleitoris,” he murmurs between kisses, “which comes from the Greek word kleis, meaning key? As in, the key to all sex is the pleasure point for a woman.”
“I didn’t know that,” I reply, my aforementioned ‘kleitoris’ aching hotly inside my panties. His voice, his vast knowledge, his hard length pressing into me—it’s all intoxicating.
“Also, some ancient medical texts mention the Greek verb kleitoriazein, which means to touch or titillate lasciviously.” My uniform skirt is completely pushed up and his hand begins to caress my thigh.
“That’s very interesting, professor. You like research, don’t you? Maybe you should follow the instructions in those texts and do some clitorizing of your own.”
I don’t feel a moment's shame for my brazenness.
Alexis’s leg slides between my legs and presses deliberately against my core. “You want me to Kleitoriazein your kleis?” His rich, accented growl sends a delicious shiver rolling down my spine, and I lose track of the conversation.
My brain is collapsing into a single, simple thought. I can't hold it in anymore.
“Alexis,” I whisper.
“Yes, pulu?”
“I have something to tell you.” I feel heat rise in my cheeks, suddenly shy.
He doesn't move, just looks down at me, his eyes gentle. “You can tell me anything, especially something that makes you blush like that.”
I squirm a little until, finding the courage, I take a deep breath. “Alexis, my professor…”
“Theo?”
Another deep breath, and then I let out the simple truth. “I’m in love with you.”
Letting the truth free makes space in my body for the totality of my love to expand to its fullest. I am swimming in it; it’s warm, dreamy, and completely right.
Alexis traces a finger along my face, stopping at my bottom lip, pulling it open slightly.
Then he leans over and kisses me along the jawline until finally capturing my mouth with his.
I open instantly to his probing tongue, and I feel an overwhelming joy at how thoroughly, how completely he kisses me.
It is more than desire; it is like a fundamental click of recognition.
“If it’s not obvious, pulu. I’m in love with you, too.”
I pull at the buttons of his shirt, and trail my hands over his chest. Alexis stills as my fingers graze the terrible scars on his arm. "I’m not like Donovan, a golden boy, whole and healthy, Theo," he whispers, his voice rough. "Under these clothes, I am a map of scar tissue."
Like I care about that! I pull the shirt down his shoulders, revealing the mess of silver lines scars that travel from his arm and across his flank, then lean up and press a kiss to the worst one, right beside his heart.
“You're perfect," I tell him against his skin. "And you're mine."
His fingers skim under my own shirt, and I quiver at the contact. “This here is perfection.” A calloused palm cups my breast.
My core heats to molten lava level as once again he claims my mouth.
And now one of those magical fingers on his other hand trail along my inner thigh.
The touch seems to leave a trail of fizzing bubbles along my skin.
Finally, a gentle wisp of pressure strokes across the outside of my panties, directly over my clit.
I let out a sob as my wetness grows. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
He teases me again with the merest tiny touches, so light they could almost mistake me for an accident. “Alexis…”
My hips rock towards him again, and as his fingers give me just a little more friction, his mouth descends onto my collarbone, biting and sucking.
“Oh, Gods.”
Alexis sets a pace to his strokes, still so delicate and never breaching the layer of cotton. It’s perfect, it’s exquisite. It’s tantalizing and desperation-making.
My core throbs. “I’m dying here, professor,” I groan.
Finally, he pauses, using one hand to push down my underwear.
“Please…” I become even more desperate as his finger starts trailing lightly against my labia.
“You sound like you need something, pulu. Do you need to come?” his husky tone sends me even more towards the edge.
“Yes, for Gods’ sake, yes, yes.” I have no pride.
I thought he said I’d never have to beg! Liar!
A solitary finger dips into my entrance for a moment, circling lightly, then pulling out again, and bringing with it pools of my arousal. He slides my own silky wetness into the folds, skirting each side of my clit. Why won’t he touch it?
Then, there it is, finally. A finger finds my nub.
My eyes close in bliss.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You like that?”
I can’t answer because I’m there, there, there. Ahhh,
Electricity fills me? No, it's brighter than that. It’s Lumina. As I shatter, the golden light inside me rushes to meet him, wrapping around his soul. It’s not just pleasure; it’s a claiming. I am marking him as mine with this perfect, crystalline, beautiful ecstacy.
As I come, it’s as though the purest note of music fills my veins. Zinging through my body, the orgasm curls my toes and zaps my scalp.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I grab hold of his face, sucking at his mouth, drinking in the soul of my beautiful professor.
On and on the glass bells chime until panting, I collapse back onto the wooden floor.
“So beautiful,” he tells me, at the same time removing his hand from my panties and bringing it up to his mouth.
I watch as Alexis drags glossy fingers across his lips, then opens his mouth and sucks them clean. “Just what I expected,” he whispers. “Divine. Fuck, pulu.” He moves to lie on his side and strokes my cheek. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I sigh, my whole body feeling like jelly.
“Is that going to happen every time I admit that I’m in love with you?”
Alexis curls a lock of my hair around his fingers. “You were a very good girl to tell me of your love, and good girls always get rewards, my little pulu.”
I pull his head closer to mine. “What does pulu mean? You call me that a lot.”
He gazes into my eyes. “It means, my dove.”
“Oh.” My stomach swoops with emotion, and then something else as I feel a huge iron rod still pressing against my body. “Can I reward you, too, professor? I’d very much like to continue being a good girl.”
The groan that leaves his mouth is animalistic. “Fuck, you drive me completely wild. But I’m not fucking you on a splintered wooden floor, however interesting the genus of oak is.”
“Or, I could….” I do a double eyebrow wiggle, but at the same time, a yawn escapes my mouth.
“What you can do, my pulu, is go back to sleep. It’s three in the morning. We can sleep for another couple of hours, then get out of here before anyone else is about. I selfishly want you in my arms for the rest of the night, and don’t think I can get away with that in student dorms.”
He wraps me up tighter in his embrace.
“OK, I like this plan too,” I whisper, eyes already closing.
“Love you, my professor.”
“Love you too, my pulu.”