I reach up and gently lift his mask, tossing it to the ground.
It’s him.
A rush of emotions hit me at once. Relief. Triumph. Hurt. Confusion. Elation. Lust. But I don’t have any time to process them when he reaches out and cups my cheek.
There’s a boyish eagerness in his gentle brown eyes as he peers down at me. I’ve never seen my uptight professor look like this, like he’s unsure how this could play out, worried I might reject him.
He swipes his thumb back and forth as if I’m the most precious thing in the world to him. I cover his skull tattoo with my hand, pressing my palm against his flesh as his rapidly beating heart vibrates under my touch. His eyes are full of hope and longing, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as much as I was.
“I hoped it was you.” I barely get the words out before he’s pulling my mouth to his, threading his hands in my hair as he grips my neck and tilts my head so he has better access. His tongue thrusts against mine, and I remember the way it felt just like this when he kissed me in the club. He feels comfortable and familiar, yet new and unsure at the same time, and the dichotomy sends a bolt of lust straight to my panties.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that. To kiss you, claim you, without some stupid mask in the way.”
His words are a balm to my soul. And I revel in them as he licks and nips at my neck.
“I don’t want anything between us. No more mask, no clothes, nothing else.”
He cocks a brow at me. “Nothing? What are you implying?”
I smile and nod. “I’ve never done this before, but I’m on birth control.” He claims my mouth in a bruising kiss.
“Are you sure?” he asks against my lips between kisses.
“Yes,” I moan as he licks a path down my neck.
“I get tested regularly for the club, and those have all been clear, but I haven’t had sex in at least six years,” he says against my shoulder.
I pull back, unsure if I heard him correctly. I’m not one to talk, I’ve never had sex, but the thought that this man who dominates women in a sex club has been celibate for years is unbelievable.
“I told you, I don’t fuck subs. What I do at Pulse is about more than just sex. You are the only person I’ve been intimate with there. The only one I’d break the rules for.”
He picks me up, carrying me to my bed as he gently sets me down, taking his time to undress me. When he pulls down my panties, I grin at the look of pure adoration on his face. I’m tempted to say something cheeky, but decide against it, not wanting to spoil the gravity of the moment. He kisses down my stomach and around my hips causing me to buck and squirm.
When his head pops up, he locks eyes with mine. “Stay still, pet. I want to take my time worshipping this body knowing I’m the only man who ever has and ever will. And then I’m going to devour this perfect virgin cunt so you’re ready for me.”
“I want that too,” I murmur as he continues licking andkissing me. It’s so hard to stay still, but I understand why he needs this, needs me to submit to him. I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing myself to focus on the stroke of his tongue against me and I gasp in surprise as he slowly moves lower, hovering just over my clit.
With just one lick up my slit, I’m a shuddering mess, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as I fight the urge to writhe under him. “Yes. Feels so good, sir,” I moan.
He pulls back just an inch, and I look down at him for approval. “I can feel how much you’re trying to be good for me, and it makes my cock hard. Now I need you to make a mess of my face, pet. Use my lips, my mouth. Ride them how you need. Make yourself come and fall apart on my tongue. Show me how bad you need it.”
And then he descends on me, licking and sucking and it all feels so good. Just when I think it can’t get any better, he pushes two fingers into me, crooking them against my inner wall as he rubs and pulses them against my G-spot.
“There!” I cry as my orgasm builds and I close my eyes, tiny spots of light dancing against my eyelids as white-hot pleasure pulses up my spine. His tongue flicks rapidly against my clit as my orgasm barrels through me like a train at top speed. I’m powerless against it as I buck and cry against him.
“So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me,” he says against my skin, kissing my thighs, my hips, as he works his way up my body. He stops when he gets to my breasts. “You never cease to amaze me, pet. When I first saw these perfect tits, and realized they were pierced? Fuuuuck.”
The coarse hair of his beard tickles my skin as he licks around the fleshy parts of my breast, taking his time to tease and nip at the skin, without touching me where I want him most.
“Tell me what you want, pet.”
“I want you to play with my nipples. Tease them, lick them,suck on them until I can’t take it anymore,” I say in a rush, surprising myself with how forward I’m being.
A cocky grin lights up his handsome face. I’ve been staring at this man in class and in rehearsals for almost two years, wanting him more than anything, and not realizing who he really was.
He pulls a nipple into his mouth, using his tongue to slide my piercing back and forth, while his other hand pinches and plays with my other nipple. “Oh, sweet cheese and rice,” I gasp as he sucks harder.
I can feel him chuckle against my skin. “I think I’d lose my mind if I heard you moan ‘fuck.’ But it would undo me if you moaned my name,” he says, leaning over my face. “Can you do that for me?” His face is earnest, full of longing as he slowly leans down to kiss me.
