“That’s not it at all,” I say, focusing on her so she knows I’m serious. I reach my hand out and brush her forearm. I’ve probably just crossed my first boundary. Her skin is soft, like silk. “It made me uncomfortable to stay in the room because,” I clear my throat, “you’re—”
She sways closer to me unintentionally as though she’s desperate for what I’m about to say next and for a brief second, I wonder if maybe she wants me to tell her I want her. Her lips part and her gaze meets mine, then drops to my mouth for a second before lifting again.
Am I reading this all wrong? Does it matter?I need to stop, either way. But my brain has just jumped on a train straight to hell and I’m pretty sure my cock is the conductor.
“What?” she says, almost begging. “I’m what?”
My heart clenches as I watch the thick vein in her throat beat. I want to run my tongue over it and kiss her slow until the rhythm eases.
“I…” I bite my lip and turn away. This is it, Gage. It’s the last call before the train leaves the station.
A growl dislodges from my throat and I’m suddenly helpless to the words flying from my lips. “I think you’re beautiful.”
She hides a smile and looks down again, wetting her bottom lip before looking up.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, “and seeing you naked was doing things to me that aren’t right.”
She stares back at me with a hunger I’m sure I’ve never seen. A hunger I’m desperate to rescue her from.
I’m an educated man and I’ve spent most of my life building a career based on integrity and trust. But at this moment, none of that matters. She’s awoken a reckless beast, a carnal desire, a primal instinct so overwhelming that before I have another rational thought, a growl bubbles up my throat and I tangle my hands in her hair, pulling her into my office as I grip her close and press my lips to hers.
A long aching sigh leaves her lips as she returns the touch and her books drop to the floor. Her hands plunge into my hair and pull gently as we touch, kissing one another as though life depends on our breathless survival.
My cock hardens and presses forward, poking at her stomach as she twists and moans in my arms.
Fuck. It’s happening.I suck the lobe of her ear and groan out in pleasure as I hold her close. “You tell me to slow down, and I’ll slow down.”
“Don’t stop,” she moans, quietly. There’s discretion in her voice, like she knows this isn’t right as well. The sounds of people passing in the hall beside my office door is ever present. Anyone could be on the other side of that two-inch door from other students all the way up to the dean. If they knew what was going on behind this locked space, I’d be fired. The thought is almost enough for me to stop, but I don’t. Doors slam and the bell rings for the next period to begin, and I grip Raven tighter. I hold her against my body as her curves melt into me and I lean her against my desk.
“I need to come,” she begs. “I’ve been dreaming about you making me come all semester.”
She’s been dreaming ofme?
“Oh, fuck. I had to escape to this room just an hour ago. I left to jerk off. I can’t even look at you without my cock going rock fucking hard.”
Our gaze meets as my words complete. Part of me expects her to be repulsed. I’ve shared too much. But she isn’t. Her eyes light with a new kind of excitement.
“I want you, Professor Hill.”
“Gage, call me Gage.”
“I want you, Gage, but I’ve never um…” She looks away again, that nervous look back. “I’ve never done this… any of this before.”
A long second goes by before I realize she means she’s a virgin. Fuck. A virgin. Blood rushes in my ears as I try to calm myself, but it’s no use. I’m not sure what to do or say, other than, “We should stop. You have your whole life ahead of you. You don’t want your first memory of sex to be some dirty fling with an old professor in some windowless office.”
“I do. I mean, not that you’re old. But I mean… you’re older than me, but you’re not old and I really want you to touch me. I just thought you should know that I don’t really know what I’m doing.” Her hips rock against me as she speaks, threatening my cock with a tight little virgin pussy.
Fuck.
“If you don’t want this, I need you to stop, because I’m about to lose control.”
Her lips press into mine with an eagerness that somehow swells me further as she lies back onto my desk and looks up at me with desperate anticipation.
My hands graze up her smooth thighs and against the lace of her panties.Fuck. How am I touching her panties?Twenty minutes ago, I was going to carry my darkness alone. Now, I’m about to paint her walls with it.
I pull the lace down her legs, then palm her soaking wet core.
Her scent is soft and sweet, making me hungry. She rocks her hips and sways as I dip into her entrance. She’s so fucking wet. Soaked, like silk and chaos against my fingers. I thrust inside of her, feeling the tight walls of her core stretch ever so slightly.