“Good boy.” His thumb traces my wet lower lip. “Now it’s your turn to make me proud.”
He finally releases my hair and steps back, his hands moving to his belt. The clink of the buckle is obscenely loud in the quiet crypt. When it hits the ground, my stomach drops with it.
“Haven. On your knees beside him.”
She slides off the sarcophagus on shaky legs, dropping to her knees next to me. Her skin—fever-hot and slick with sweat—brushes mine.
Rooke’s cock springs free when he shoves his pants down.
“Open.”
If his eyes hadn’t moved to Haven, my lips would have parted. I can feel them wanting to, even as I crush them into a thin line.
Haven opens her mouth on his command.
Our professor feeds his cock past her lips, one hand cradling the back of her neck as he watches his shaft disappear into her mouth. Haven’s eyes squeeze closed, a moan vibrating in her throat.
“Eyes on me, girl.”
Her lashes flutter open. Those blue eyes, glassy and wet with tears, stare up at him as he fucks her throat with shallow thrusts.
“Get your cock out, boy.”
My hand is already on my cock before the words finish leaving his lips. I finally—fuckingfinally—wrap my fingers around my aching shaft, groaning at the relief.
“Keep pace with me. I’ll show you how this little slut likes it. If you apply yourself, you might get to fuck her mouth too.”
I force myself to match his rhythm, stroking when he thrusts, pausing when he pauses.
It’s fucking torture.
Heady, filthy,disgustingtorture.
“You want this, don’t you?” His dark eyes find mine, gleaming with so much power and control that my stomach flips. “You want my cock in your mouth again, don’t you?”
The answer is yes, and we both fucking know it.
But I can’t say it.
And thank fuck, I don’t have to.
Rooke pulls out of Haven’s mouth with a wet pop. Her lips are swollen, chin slick with spit. She sways back, looking high and drunk and giddy with lust.
“Finger yourself,” he tells her. The roughness is gone from his voice—he’s back to his calm, collected, authoritarian self.
I never realized until now how much that commanding tone affects me. I used to fight it, maybe because I knew what would happen if I let it take over. But now? All that confusion and fear is gone.
Everything’s so fucking simple now.
Rooke commands.
I obey.
Haven shuffles her knees apart, her hand between her legs and a moan already falling from her lips before Rooke turns to me. His cock bobs inches from my face, his musky, salty scent making my mouth water.
“Open.”
My jaw unhinges.
