“Just like that. You’re riding me so well.” Praise made her quiver and clench tighter around me. It wasn’t long before I weaponized that knowledge. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you? You’re going to be the best girl, such a good girl, when you come on my cock. Fuck, you’re utterly soaked for me. You love bouncing on this cock?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted.
She might have been riding me, but I was still in control. I lifted my hips to meet her, fucking her ravenously. The slap of our bodies, the moans, the slight creaking of the car were all facets of a song coming together alongside us.
“This cunt is mine from now on, do you hear me?” I fisted her hair and her head snapped back. Her eyes were glittering with a galaxy of bliss.
“Yes, sir. Please, yes. Don’t stop.”
“Mine to fuck, to ruin, any time I want to.” My words sent her into a spiral. Eyes cinched tight, she suddenly seized on top of me. “Are you coming? Fuck—fuck—”
Ophelia collapsed on my chest, hot breaths panting against my neck and her body quivering atop me as her orgasm rendered her a mess. And I wasn’t far behind. Her pussy was so tight and wet, the flutters of her climax dragged me into my release.
She was a melted puddle in my lap. I caressed my hands up and down her spine, still inside her and feeling my come dripping out the longer we remained connected. If I could have had my way, she’d never sit anywhere other than my lap ever again. Even during classes, and that was a dangerous thought.
18
Monday afternoon I rushed from my last lecture of the day to Professor Quinn’s office. I’d quickly gone from intimidated by him to ceaselessly charmed, in an unhealthily wanton way. Despite the fact that he was nearly old enough to be my father, I couldn’t get enough of my time with him. It made me furiously eager to race to him whenever I had the chance.
To my chagrin, he’d dropped me off at my car on campus with a brief goodbye. The invitation to follow me home and join me for the rest of the night had lingered on my tongue, but the cage of my teeth kept it barred, and the offer soured. Instead, I’d gone home alone with ripped tights and a pulsing, satisfied core. My head had thumped on the steering wheel, listening to the crunch of tires on gravel as he peeled away.
Perhaps it was for the best in the long term he didn’t linger. The gap in our ages wasn’t the only thing that made our trysts illicit. I shouldn’t have been dallying with my professor at all. But I’d succumbed twice now, and couldn’t seem to control my desires where he was concerned.
Being my personal addiction suited him quite well.
In my excitement, I crashed through the office door. Professor Quinn was already there, standing behind his desk and holding a folio. Ocean eyes rolled up quickly, assessing me standing frozen in the doorway.
Eyes that were framed.
Glasses.
He was wearing glasses.
And they shouldn’t have made him more attractive. But fuck did they.
Professor Luther Quinn already carried an air of sophistication. He had that sensual, aristocratic aura patented, easily flaunting the tempting professor image.
The little dark curl laying on his forehead drew my eyes from the glasses, and that was how I noticed his brow flick upward.
“Miss Ashcroft?” he drawled.
“Glasses,” I sputtered back.
Eloquence, I hardly knew thee.
His lips twitched.
I hurried to my usual seat before his expression morphed into a full smirk at my expense. That didn’t stop my overactive anxiety from controlling my tongue. “It’s just that—I mean—I didn’t know you wore glasses. It was surprising.”
I dumped my bag onto the seat facing his desk before looking up.
When I chanced a glance at him, he was already folding the spectacles and tucking them into the front pocket of his coat hanging over the back of his chair. His hands moved so precisely, so methodically. My eyes helplessly followed those dexterous fingers before roaming up his forearms. His shirtsleeves were rolled up to the elbow, revealing the mouthwatering sight of flexing tendons.
“Not always.” The sound of his voice snapped me out of my daze. I met his stare, flushing bright red at his pleased expression. “Just for reading.”
“Ah, right.” I went about collecting where I left off the last time I was there, pretending I hadn’t been checking him out. It didn’t help that the memory of bouncing on his cock wouldn’tstop harassing me as if his presence triggered the most erotic impulses I had.
Down, Ophelia. If my thoughts continued running rampant, I was likely to fling myself across the desk and start humping his leg.
