“Oh, fuck,” he gritted through a tight jaw. “You take my cock so well. God—fucking—damn, you feel so good for me.”
The strained, rough praise sent electric tingles coursing over my body, and goosebumps flared on my limbs. It almost annoyed me he played my body so well, but I was too aroused to think of anything other than my impending climax.
One hand gripped my waist, pulling and pushing my hips in time with his snapping into my ass and my body bouncing back on the recoil. The loud clapping of flesh and erotic echo of moaning made me delirious with need. More. More.More.
I must have said it out loud at some point.
“You need more? Is that right, sweetheart?”
“Please,” I gasped. “Harder. F-fuck me harder.”
“Harder?” His half-laugh was partially amazed and breathless. “Oh, you’re going to feel me for days when I’m through with you.”
His body bowed over mine, and his chest pressed into the length of my spine. His thrusts grew shallow, but harsh ashe rutted into me like a wild beast. Body heat enveloped me, pleasure pounded through every nerve in my body, every blood cell, and in time with each beat of my heart. My hips rotated with barely enough room to cant my hips onto his length. He had me pressed into the couch, fucking me as if trying to squish me.
Fuck, it felt so good.
“Is this what you wanted?” His voice was a rich, seductive, condescending purr. “Or is this what you needed?”
“Y-yes. B-both,” I stammered. “Both. Both. Fuck, yes!”
He withdrew and pounded into me so hard it was a miracle the couch cushions didn’t bruise my hipbones.
My eyes rolled back into my skull, my toes curled, and a supernova surged in the pit of my core. All the heat and pleasure building low beneath my navel went as taut as a bowstring pulled to its limit. I was so far gone my thoughts centered around the long, thick cock being swallowed by my eager pussy. The way it felt stroking me from within, how he hit the perfect sensitive spots, how our bodies sounded when they joined. It was all a perfect storm waiting to erupt.
Sensation swelled and fulminated within me. All my stress from the panic attack shattered, and a euphoric orgasm rushed up to replace it, casting my mind and body into an endless nirvana.
I moaned into the couch cushion, and my entire body twitched as aftershocks spasmed through me from head to toe. The professor continued pumping into me, groaning as my cunt tightened with my release. It wasn’t much longer before his movement faltered as he spilled inside me.
If not for his body going limp, draped over mine, I would have fallen off the couch into a boneless, languorous heap on the floor.
We remained in that position, motionless and catching our breaths for several syrupy-slow moments. It was the act of himwithdrawing and yanking my pants back into place that snapped me out of the delicious haze I’d slipped into.
What the fuck just happened?
21
Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Luther backed away from me.
I remained bent over the back of the couch with my pants partially lifted around my hips but still unbuttoned. I moved in a daze, turning and dropping on the cushions, watching as he finished adjusting his clothing. He ran his hands through his ruffled hair, giving me an odd look I couldn’t decipher.
“Are you…” he cleared the rasp from his throat, “Are you alright?”
The absence of his body heat and the distance between us cleared some of the erotic fog in my head. I snapped out of my daze and curled my hands into fists on my thighs. A tremor ran through me as steam whistled out of my ears.
“What the fuck was that? I mean, honestly… what just happened?”
Professor Quinn froze and his demeanor twisted. “I brought you back from a panic attack, sweetheart.”
I jumped to my feet. “Oh, so I’m supposed to think you didn’t get anything out of that? That you were just helping me?”
His brow arched. “It helped, though. Didn’t it?”
“You took advantage of me in a moment of weakness!” Even as I said it, I didn’t believe it. There were just too many volatile emotions storming through me to think clearly. The aftermath of everything I had seen, days of endless research without adequatefood, and increasing madness had combined into a poison in my blood and mind.
His entire demeanor shifted, flashing from incredulous to hard and unreadable. His fists curled before he shoved them into his pockets, and his eyes narrowed into a partial glare. The seconds stretched as he looked at me, masking his emotions before scoffing.
“Really? Do you truly think I would take advantage of you, Ophelia? At any point during that you could have told me ‘no’ and I would have backed off. Don’t insult me like that.” His eyes dripped over my disheveled appearance. “And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it—that you didn’t need it as much as I did.”
