Eyes wide, head falling back onto the cushion, my inhales sawed out of me and my chest heaved with the effort. But the hyperventilating had slowed as a desperately greedy mouthtrailed along my jaw to a spot under my ear that made me squirm.
What on earth…?
Professor Quinn smelled familiar. Not even from the month working together in close quarters, but from our repeated sensual encounters. Sweet tobacco, spices, woodsy vanilla. It was intoxicating, and his scent pinned my panic to the back of my skull and nailed it there.
But I still felt obligated to flee and escape. That primal prey animal fear had threaded through me, and it was manipulating me like a puppet on a string.
I squirmed against him, but it only encouraged Professor Quinn to press his body into mine, effectively caging me against the couch cushions. His lean, toned body fit between my legs, and even from his knees we were still eye level. One of his large hands gripped my waist, and the other braced on the couch beside my hip, leaning into me as his mouth nipped, licked, and nibbled at my throat like a vampire seeking a pulse.
This couldn’t be happening. How had I gotten there? How had we gotten to that point? Those thoughts flew out of my ears when the hand on my hip squeezed. And then all I wanted to do was melt into the physical comfort he offered.
“Breathe, sweetheart. Come on, you need to keep breathing,” that low, baritone voice urged. It was like a shot of whisky to the veins.
His tongue laved over my collarbone, and I gasped, arching into his body. The frisson of excitement that rippled across my skin seeped into my flesh and blood, burning me up from within. I closed my eyes, whining as I rocked against him, causing my hips to grind against his abdomen. He shifted between my parted thighs, pressing closer and closer, and still it wasn’t enough friction.
“Pro-professor…”
“Relax and keep breathing.” His hands dropped to my hips, fingers hooking in the denim then yanking. My eyes flew open, and a yelp lurched from me as jeans and underwear bunched around my ankles.
“Wha-wait, what?” My fingers gripped the edge of the seat, and my breathing went quick and shallow again as Professor Quinn curled long fingers around my hips and pulled my ass to the very edge of the cushion. My insides quivered, watching stunned as he pushed my legs into my chest and sank lower.
“That’s better, sweetheart. Don’t stop breathing.” He released my legs, and they dropped onto his broad shoulders. Sitting with my thighs wide open and my cunt exposed and vulnerable drew an involuntary whimper from me. His hot breath panting over my pussy sent wanton shivers down my spine. And he looked at my cunt with those deeply captivating ocean eyes like he was starving.
He licked his lips.
My cunt clenched around nothing.
Professor Quinn dipped his head, warm breath caressing my center before his tongue followed, slick and firm as it parted my folds and targeted my clit. Stars sparked behind my eyes, and a shivery jolt ran through me. His tongue swirled in expert circles, and he groaned as if savoring the taste. A reedy mewl escaped me as a thick, calloused finger circled my fluttering entrance.
“Calm down. Look at me and calm down.” He sucked my clit into his mouth and rolled it on his tongue at the same time he thrust his finger inside me. “Oh, fuck, this pretty little pussy is going to kill me.” And he dove back in, licking, sucking, lapping, moaning while stroking a finger against that sweet spot that made my eyes cross.
He was wonderfully, wholly devouring me. I’d never been eaten so thoroughly in my life. Not in that toe-curling, lip-biting, leg-shaking way. Yet there I was, bracing his ears with my thighsas my back arched off the couch and I pushed my cunt into his face while he finger-fucked me into oblivion.
“Keep breathing, sweetheart. You don’t come unless you’re breathing,” he said into my pussy.
I hadn’t realized when my moans had morphed into stuttereduh, uh, uhs.
I sucked in a breath, and he pushed a second finger inside me.
“Oh—oh, yes!” My inner walls pulse around his fingers. The wet squelching noise of his fingers fucking into my pussy and his tongue lapping at my clit filled the room like an erotic symphony. I felt myself gushing around his fingers and dripping down his chin as he luxuriated in eating me like his last meal.
So close… I was rising on a tide of euphoria and seconds from falling into that golden abyss—when he withdrew his fingers.
“No—ah!” A long string of saliva connected his mouth to my pussy. The sight of it before he licked it off was utterly obscene. Almost enough to make me come without stimulation.
“You’re going to come on my cock or not at all. Understand?”
I managed to nod my head, but my eyes were drawn to his masculine hands yanking off his belt and unzipping his trousers.
He didn’t give me the opportunity to ogle his cock. Instead, Professor Quinn manhandled me like a doll, grabbing me and flipping me over so that my knees were on the plush carpet and I was bent over the couch. And he was behind me, taking up space in my periphery and inside my mind. He was everywhere.
I turned my head over my shoulder a half second before his cock shoved into me. The stretch and glide of his shaft plunging inside my pussy knocked a high-pitched whimper from my lips. My eyes widened, and my mind struggled to catch up with what was happening.
Professor Quinn had his head thrown back, mouth open and expression relaxed as if he was in the throes of ecstasy. My inner walls fluttered around him as I enjoyed the erotic sight of him savoring the feeling of my cunt wet and tight, wrapped around his cock. Then the corner of his lips quirked when he felt my body’s reaction.
“Keep breathing, and I’ll let that pretty pink cunt come on my cock,” he said.
I took a deep breath and rocked my hips back to meet his first true thrust. Not a single shred of resistance existed within my body. All I could think about was how every nerve and muscle inside me wanted to submit to the control and pleasure offered by my professor. My mind was so overwhelmed, and this… this fucking as a distraction from panic, was somehow exactly what I needed.
