We’re both so close to coming that we’re shaking. The feel of that heat and silk gripping my cock is too much. I can tell by her breathing that my girl is almost there. Almost ready.
I slap her pussy, not hard, but she stiffens and shrieks with a shockwave of pleasure so strong I can feel it. Slapping her clit again, harder this time, and then once more and we’re both coming, she’s convulsing against my cock, squeezing the comefrom me and I flood her. She’s moaning into my mouth and I wrap my arms around her tightly, holding her up.
“No other man will ever have the honor of knowing what your pussy feels like,” I say hoarsely, “Only me. It will always be me.”
Her breath draws in like a shudder, like a sob and she wraps her arms over mine.
Mala…
Cormac holds my pitiful, limp body up in the shower, carefully washing the sweat and our combined slick from me. I let him run a soapy sponge down my skin as I half-doze against his warm, strong chest.
“My lips ‘r numb…” I mumble sleepily.
“Adrenaline rush and multiple orgasms,” he says casually.
“You doan’ have to sound so smug, ash… hole.” I can feel his chest shake with laughter as he finishes the shower and dries me, putting me on the couch in front of the fire, wrapped in a nice toasty quilt. He’s moving around the kitchen but I’m too sleepy to see what he’s doing. In minutes, there’s a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of stew in front of me.
“This is the classic American comfort food, yes?” He drops a kiss on top of my head.
“Oh, you are the sweetest man in the world,” I sigh happily, biting into the sandwich. The thick, crusty bread and sharp cheddar are perfect and I realize I haven’t eaten since last night. I’m tearing into it like a seagull going after a stale bagel and I’m not ashamed.
Cormac watches me eat for a moment with a little smile.
“Stop it,” I said, mouth full of stew. “You’re making me self-conscious.”
With a chuckle, he starts eating.
“What do you think Doku is doing right now?” I said, finally slowing down enough to view the scraps left on my tray.
“I’m thinking he’s in hour four of cleaning guns,” he says calmly. “Ivan likes you, so he’ll be riding him pretty hard.”
“What does Doku think I’m doing?”
“Wiping down every mat in the gym with antibacterial spray.”
“Oh, thank god I’m sleeping with the professor, then,” I say fervently. Those mats are disgusting. I mean, truly horrific.
Cormac laughs, but points his fork at me. “If you really misbehaved, you would be spraying and wiping mats as we speak. Fucking your teacher wouldn’t keep you from proper discipline.”
Unbelievably, my exhausted and sore center is tingling. He’s got to stop saying “proper discipline” in that sexy Scottish accent. Forcing myself to pull away from my filthy thoughts, I blurt out, “This is important! In class today, Professor Fitzgerald had us conduct an interrogation exercise where-”
“She sent me a message about the disciplinary action and explained what happened in the class,” he nodded.
Staring at him, I try to force my brain cells back into some kind of functioning lump. He has to stop saying ‘discipline.’ He’s killing me. “Uh… yes. But here’s the thing. I don’t know much about the two Chechnyan families who send their kids here, but I thought they were rivals. They certainly stick tight to each other here at school for syndicates battling for supremacy.”
He leans back, lacing his fingers together. “Go on.”
“My challenge was to find out if Doku had ever killed a family member who betrayed their syndicate,” I explain. “Doku hit me right out of the gate with… Michael’s death. I went after him by questioning why neither he or his brother got into the Leader’s division. Here’s the interesting thing. Doku started getting upset but I could see Musa Varayev - from the rival Chechnyan group - out of the corner of my eye. He was really agitated as the questions went on, to the point that the guy next to him had to keep him in his seat. Why would he be so upset at this line of questioning? I’m sure the professor told you the response, but it’s clear someone else killed his oldest brother. Someone outside the family. It must be the Varayev family, which means Doku’s people owe them a huge debt.”
Cormac is running his fingers over his closely-trimmed beard, listening carefully.
“Then Doku, who’s completely lost his shit by now, gets close to me and whispers, “Why did you run instead of trying to save your brother?” My throat closes up as the familiar shame floods me, but I breathe deep and push it away. “Musa was shaking his head, trying to get Doku to shut up.”
Looking up at Cormac, looking so concerned and fierce, I ask, “How could he possibly know what happened to Michael unless his syndicate or Musa’s were responsible? They have to be in this horrible alliance.”
He leans forward, capturing my face in those huge hands and kisses me soundly. “You are courageous, little fox. You’re strong. Most people would have crumbled after he hit you with your brother’s death. I’m so proud of you. I must take you back to student housing now. But first…”
He heads into the kitchen and returns with a spray bottle.
