I opened my legs a little bit, but he jammed his foot between mine, pulling them apart further. I had to brace my hands on his shoulders to balance myself. And then I felt the tip of his finger exploring my entrance.
I bit my lip, the agony and sting not even enough to bring me back to the present. I was floating high above and never wanted to touch ground again.
Seth gently started to penetrate me with that finger, not very deep, but enough that the odd sensation, discomfort, and spark of pleasure was almost my undoing.
“So tight. So wet.” He closed his eyes. “So, fucking hot.”
A groan from me, and I bit my lip hard enough I tasted the coppery tang of blood on my tongue. I released my lip at the same time he peered down at my mouth.
And then he was running his tongue along the small wound I’d caused, pulling a moan from me that was equal parts shock and delight.
I wouldn’t last, couldn’t hold off from going over the edge. I didn’t want to. Wanted to fall over the edge and hit the bottom. I didn’t want to be whole, not where Seth was concerned.
As he pushed that finger in and out of me, he ran the pad of that digit over the bundle of nerves, using his hand in unison to get me off. My head was lying against the wall, my eyes closed. I couldn’t open them, couldn’t look at him even though I wanted to. I wanted to see what he looked like while he got me off.
And then I felt his mouth latch on to my neck, his tongue gliding over my pulse. The rough sounds that emerged from him urged me on, had me achieving my release faster than what I thought possible.
“I need you to come for me, Grace. I want you to get off all over my hand.” His words were harsh. “I want my fingers soaked from your orgasm.”
“Oh. God.” I tried to be quiet, didn’t want anyone to hear us. But it was virtually impossible with the way I felt, with the way Seth made me feel.
“Now, Grace. Come for me now.”
I curled my fingers into my palms, thrust out my chest, and moaned. The thrill raced through me so fiercely it stole my breath, had my heart halting in my chest, and had my legs shaking. All I could do was ride it out.
And that’s what I did. For long-drawn-out seconds, I let myself be absorbed by the euphoria. Never once did Seth stop touching me. He took me to new heights I’d never imagined myself going to.
As the pleasure started to wane and reality set back in, I realized I was grasping his biceps, my fingers curled around his arms, my nails sinking into his flesh. I was panting, the sound so loud it filled the room.
“Look at me, Grace,” Seth said in that deep, authoritative voice of his.
I opened my eyes and pushed myself to gaze at him, feeling light-headed, ecstatic.
He stared at me for only a second before he curved his hand around my nape, leaned in, and pushed his lips to mine.
He kissed me softly at first, passionately.
I placed my arms around his shoulders and squeezed hard. He stepped closer to me, and I felt the hard contour of his cock through his jeans. A surge of moisture flowed from me.
I was ready for him, prepped.
I inserted my tongue between his lips and moaned, and as the kiss got even more passionate, as Seth ground his cock against my belly, I knew that if I let myself, if we both let ourselves go right in this moment, he’d consume me over and over again.
And I’d let him because I really wanted all of it.
Then the sound of three knocks on his office door had my entire body freezing and my heart halting. I broke the kiss and looked toward the door, starring at the handle and expecting it to turn, expecting someone just to rush right in, demand to know what we were doing.
Seth still had his hands on me, still kept me tight. I looked at him and saw how serene he was, no fear carved onto his face, no concern flowing from him.
He moved his hand and cupped the side of my face, sliding his thumb along my lip, softly drawing the flesh down and letting it go so it went back into place.
“Professor Baldwin? I have those files you requested.”
I knew that voice, knew who was on the other side of the door.
It was his TA, Amy.
Fear and concern at being caught and Seth getting in trouble coursed through me. But when I peered into Seth’s dark eyes, his composure further relaxed me. He leaned forward and kissed me lightly. This kiss wasn’t sexual. It was a signal of ownership.
