He leaned forward and said, “Professor Carrington.” His voice in my ear was thick and hoarse. The desk creaked slightly underus, and the sound sent a fresh wave of panic and desire through me.
Jace slammed forward again, and I lost the ability to think. The pleasure that had been coiling inside me finally snapped. Stars burst across my vision as the release tore through me in a shaking, unstoppable wave.
My back arched, and I knew another scream of ecstasy was going to escape my throat, but his palm covered my mouth once more. I let it all out, the sound muffled by his hand, as his thrusts intensified in time with his finger on my clit.
“Still worried about getting caught?” he murmured.
I responded by tugging at his shirt, pulling him in, the two of us tangled in a mess of whispered curses and half-formed pleas. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, and he bit back a groan, pressing his forehead to mine.
My whole body shook as he claimed me, thighs trembling uncontrollably, that desperate, aching need tangling with the raw terror of being caught. I gasped as his fingers dug into my thighs like steel clamps. His thrusts sped up, his cock jackhammering into me so hard that my ass slid on the stack of exams, sending paper in all directions. He pounded harder, relentless now, hips snapping with wet smacks that had to be audible through the thin door. I clawed his back, moans leaking out despite me biting down on my lip.
“Hurry,” I begged him. “Come for me. I want to feel you.”
“Where do you want me to come, Professor Carrington?”
The way he said my name sent a new wave of pleasure through my core.
“Inside me,” I said without hesitation. “Come inside me.Fillme.”
Ecstasy flared like fire in his eyes. Another climax gathered low and fierce, winding tight like a fuse ready to blow. His thrusts grew erratic and urgent.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, eyes widening. “Professor…”
I drank in the sight of his pleasure. “Yeah?”
“Oh God… Professor,” he repeated. “Professor Carrington!”
“Jace!”
We both fell over the edge together, my walls milking him for every last drop. His mouth fell open in a silent cry of bliss, and I pulled his lips back to mine. Our tongues danced together as his hard length exploded inside me, pulse after pulse of it, another aftershock of an orgasm shuddering into me as time blurred.
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Lila
When it ended, when I finally sagged against him, trembling, breathless, and overwhelmed, he held me for a long moment. One of his hands cradled the back of my head, the other steadying my waist.
The office was silent except for our breathing. Outside, students laughed and teased each other as they walked by.
Nobody knows what we just did.
After a moment, he pulled back just enough to look down at me. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were molten brown.
“Well?” he asked.
“Well what?” I managed to say.
“What’s my grade… Professor Carrington?”
Jesus. It was shocking howhotthat sounded on his tongue, a reminder of the forbidden nature of our act.
“A,” I replied. “A-minus.”
I could feel his cock trembling inside me as he chuckled. “Really? Not even a firm A?”
“There’s room for improvement,” I teased, although right then I couldn’t think of anything that could have improved the three orgasms I’d just experienced.
“I guess I’ll have to study harder next time.” He leaned in and kissed me softly. The tenderness contrasted delightfully with the intensity of our earlier kisses, filling me with joy and making me feel almost lighter than air.
