It was the softest thing I’d ever heard. And the sexiest.
She was beautiful. So damn beautiful. And feeling her like that, knowing it was me making her shake, making her breathe like that, making her lose control… It did something to me. Something dangerous.
The moment she broke in my arms for the first time was the closest thing to heaven I’d ever felt. I held her through it, kissing her shoulder, her jaw, her cheek, because I just had to touch some part of her.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this,” she murmured.
She looked at me with those soft, dazed eyes, and I swear something in my chest squeezed so hard it hurt.
Lila wasn’t some random hookup.
She was the thing I wanted even when I knew I shouldn’t.
And now? Now that I’d had her? Now that I’d heard the sounds she made when she fell apart in my hands?
There was no going back.
No chance in hell.
When she finally caught her breath, she slid her palms up my chest and rested her forehead against mine.
“You okay?” I asked, voice low.
She nodded. “More than okay.”
My stomach flipped, and my cock grew impossibly harder.
“Good,” I whispered, brushing a kiss to her temple. “Because I’m not done.”
She squealed as I scooped her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist instinctively, and I pressed her back against the wall, holding her there with my hips and hands.
Whatever control I’d been clinging to snapped.
She was already so wet, so ready for me that I slid into her again with almost no resistance. She tensed around me immediately, and I had to shut my eyes for a second because it felt unreal. Too much, too good. I started to move, slow at first,like I was relearning her body inch by inch. But the way she pulled me in, the way she clung to my shoulders, the way her breath broke against my mouth… I couldn’t keep the pace gentle for long.
Our kisses turned messy and desperate. She tasted like cherries and heat and something I’d wanted for ages without admitting it.
“Brock,” she breathed.
“Lila.”
“Call me Professor Carrington,” she begged.
I felt myself smile as I drove into her. “You like that?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“You like how I’m fucking you… Professor Carrington?”
Her eyes widened with new pleasure, and my own excitement flared anew.
She was right. It was so much hotter calling her Professor Carrington.
Every soft sound she made pushed me toward the edge, and then suddenly she tightened around me—hard—and I felt her come. Her body shook in my arms, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tried to muffle the sound against my neck.
“Brock!” she cried out, head tilting back against the wall.
That was it for me.
