“You’re close, aren’t youpiccolo bacio?I want you to come for me,” I said hoarsely, “you juicy, perfecttesoro,my treasure.” Her eyes are closed, her mouth open and I take her chin in my thumb and forefinger. “Look at me. I want to watch you soak my cock.”
Her knees tighten around me, her fingers digging into my back.My girl likes the dirty talk,I thought,I can work with that.
“You’re going to let me do anything I want to your delicious body, aren’t you, baby?” I whisper to her, thrusting faster. “I’m going to spank you and fuck you. You’re going on your knees to take my cock down your throat. I’ll tie you up, blindfold you, and stuff your panties in your mouth to keep you quiet when you come. And I am going to make you come so much and so hard you’re going to be addicted to my cock, the way I’m addicted to this perfect, tight cunt.”
Her sharp little nails are going to leave some marks on my back. I wince slightly, pounding harder and losing my mind, feeling nothing but her heat and the snug fit of her pussy, and when my sweet girl lets out a strangled shriek, she clamps down on my cock the instant it swells to spurt inside her. It is like nothing I’ve felt before and far past pleasure.
The room is silent, aside from our harsh breaths, and I stroke my fingers along her skin, kissing her while she recovers. She’s so beautiful, my Tatiana.
Mine.
Chapter Eighteen
In which we are introduced to the Leader’s Challenge. Most of it is painful.
Tatiana…
How is he still hard?
Lucca’s panting, holding most of his weight off me with his arms braced on the mattress. He’s still inside me, hot and hard and even as weak as I am right now, if he started moving I’d probably come again and I don’t think I have any fluids left in my body to do it.
His nose is buried in my hair, and his chest expands against me as he breathes in.
“Are you huffing me?” I laugh weakly, “Like glue, or something?”
“Maybe,” his voice is muffled. “You could be my drug of choice.”
You’re already mine,I think, stroking the back of his hair.
Three days later…
“I think we can all agree that Professor Fukumoto is a sadistic swine and whatever he’s planned for the challenge is going to be horrible.”
Liam O'Neill is a sour and superstitious Irishman who is often right about how bad things are going to be, according to Lucca. But he still wants Liam on his team because he’s exceptionally strong, and Fukumoto warned that strength would be important.
This makes me question what I have to offer if everything is based on muscle mass.
“Liam, it’s not just Fukumoto,” Lucca says, “Dean Christie’s in on this one, and that woman can be evil in a way that even the male professors don’t have the imagination for.”
There’s some uneasy stirring from the group at that observation.
This is my first time meeting some of these students, several are juniors and seniors, but their obvious respect for Lucca makes me proud of him. He’s also picked Ania Jankowski who still scares me a little, and Jun Chen.
We’re crowded into Lucca and Konstantin’s place, Kon having taken his team elsewhere to make a plan. Lucca confidently goes through the group, discussing everyone’s greatest strengths. We’re all wearing black suits, some kind of tough mesh-like material that’s easy to move in, and some sturdy boots. I’ve pulled my hair back in a tight braid to keep it out of the way and I’m terrified. Not exactly about getting hurt during the challenge, but failing Lucca. This is his first real test as a Leader. I don’t want to be the reason he loses the competition.
“Go grab some breakfast,” he says, “we’ll meet out on the north field in one hour.”
Everyone bolts out to carbo-load in the dining hall and Lucca looks back to see me still huddled on his couch. “You need sustenance for this challenge,” he scolds me, striding over to haul me up.
“Maybe you should have let Mateo put me on his team,” I blurted, “I could have sabotaged him with my lack of experience.”
“Not every student at the Academy has participated in one of these challenges,” he said. “Relax. Even if I wasn’t having sex with you, I would have picked you for your sniper skills, I know we’re going to need you.”
“Even if you weren’t boning me, huh?” I said dryly. “You smooth talker, you.”
Lucca’s hands slip to my waist and he lifts me, feet dangling, so he can stare at me, eye to eye. “If we don’t win this challenge, I’m going to edge you for a week and not let you come. For a week. So go find your confidence and get moving.”
Staring at his narrowed gaze, I nod a little too fast. “I’ll just go grab a granola bar or something.”
