Professor, page 10
When that was off and in a pile with the shirt, I took a step back and watched her remove her heels. I was tempted to tell her to keep them on as I took her.
And then there she stood in only a pair of plain, innocent little white panties.
“Perfection,” I said out loud, not meaning to. This obscene need filled me, and I found myself reaching down and palming my cock through my slacks like a dirty bastard. “Grace.” Her name came from me on this strangled whisper. I was left there with my heart in my throat and a hard-on so fucking big I was surprised I didn’t come from the sight of her alone.
“Touch me, Lucian. Please.”
I reached out and cupped her breasts, gently curled my fingers around the mounds until she closed her eyes and started gasping like she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.
I was already at my breaking point as I kissed her.
Moving my hands lower, I wrapped them around her hips and down to her ass, the mounds perfect as I cupped them through the cotton material of her panties. My cock throbbed, my balls drawn up tight. I looped my fingers under the hem of her underwear and moved them inward so they were bunched in the crease of her ass.
For a suspended moment, all I did was hold the globes while I kissed her, fucked her mouth with mine.
“Christ,” I panted. I was so damn hard, harder than I’d ever been in my life, like granite. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need you, Grace.” We were both breathing so hard. “I need to be inside of you now.”
She shivered in response. “Yes,” Grace whispered. “Take me.”
Any amount of control I’d had evaporated in that moment. There was really no fucking going back now.
20
Grace
Lucian kissed me hard, holding on to my ass like he wanted to leave bruises on my flesh.
God, I want that.
The underwear was between the cheeks of my bottom, and with every passing second, Lucian moved his fingers closer to my pussy. It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of him, like he couldn’t control himself and wanted me to know that.
And I was more than willing to be his prey.
He had his big body pressed against mine, the feel of his erection prominent, causing a gush of wetness to leave me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight. And when he moved his hand between us, I felt like I could have climaxed from that alone.
“Tell me what you want,” he grumbled out.
“You,” I said without any hesitation.
“I want you so fucking badly,” he said against my neck, licking, sucking, and leaving his mark on me.
Before I knew what was happening, he had the panties all but torn from me, sounds of rending fabric filling the room, causing my arousal to climb even higher.
And then I watched as he got undressed.
Pulse rapid. Breathing shallow. Desire blooming.
He was a work of art with lean, defined muscle. Lucian was powerful, strong, and beautiful, like a statue.
We were both naked now, the hard, heavy pants coming from us identical. Beads of sweat covered the valley between my breasts. A part of me said this might ruin things, that this might be a bad idea. But another part, the stronger side, the one that didn’t care what happened because I was finally going to be with the man I loved, wouldn’t let me focus on anything else but being with Lucian.
His cock was like a steel rod between us, pressing against my belly. I felt wetness at the tip of his shaft, pre-cum spilling from him because of how worked up he was.
There was no stopping this, but God, I didn’t want to.
I’d been hiding, holding on to my feelings for so long that having them actually free felt invigorating, and so pleasurable. It was exciting and exhilarating. Right now all I could think about was our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together.
“That’s it, Grace.” He was gently pressing his erection against me, as if he couldn’t help himself. “Christ. You feel so good.” He had his hands on my bare ass, his fingers clenching on the mounds repeatedly. I wanted him to take control, to do with me as he pleased.
He removed his mouth from my neck and started kissing me again, but at the same time lifted me off the ground and held me easily in his arms. When I moaned, he grunted in pleasure and held onto my ass even harder, almost painfully. But that discomfort felt so damn good. He was so strong, holding me up as if I weighed nothing, the strength pouring from him and making me feel so feminine.
His cock was a hard length between my thighs, hot and monstrous, making my insides clench in need and apprehension.
“Take me,” I whispered unabashedly.
He grunted and thrust his hard cock against my pussy.
“Please.” I didn’t care that I was begging, that I sounded desperate. Right now I just wanted to feel him pushing into me, stretching me, claiming every inch of my body.
I was ready for Lucian to claim my virginity.
I wanted to feel so full I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t even breathe.
“Are you ready?”
“I am so ready for you, Lucian.”
“No more waiting. I need you too fucking badly.”
He kept one hand on my ass and moved the other between our bodies. It was a testament to his power when he held me up easily with only one arm, and damn did that make me wetter.
He had me on the bed a second later, the sheets so soft and cool against my overheated, ultrasensitive body. For a second he just stood there and watched me, his gaze heavy as he raked it up and down my length.
And then he was climbing onto the bed like a predator stalking me, about to devour me.
Lucian moved his hand along the arch of my foot, over my calf, up my thigh, and closer to my pussy. With his other hand he took hold of his cock and stroked it a few times. “Spread wider for me,” he said gruffly. And when I did, I watched as he zeroed in on what was displayed between my legs.
“Fucking perfection.”
I actually saw the control leave him, like an animal ready to pounce. He was on top of me a second later, kissing me, wedging his body between my legs, his cock resting against my slit.
He never stopped kissing me as he reached between us and grabbed hold of his cock, placing the tip at the entrance. He rubbed his cockhead along my cleft, up and down, bumping my clit with every upstroke. Lucian pulled away enough that he could look at where he was lodged.
We held each other’s gazes for several long seconds.
I was at the point where I wanted him shoved so deep inside of me nothing else mattered.
“Be with me.”
“There’s no going back. You never stood a chance once I saw you, Grace.”
I gasped at his words. They were so profound in that moment. But I didn’t want to go back, even if going forward was just as scary.
And then, as he watched where he was lodged, Lucian started pushing into me. The tip of his cock was now fully wedged in my body, and we both breathed out roughly, neither moving.
“I’m going to fuck you until you realize you’re only mine.”
“I only want you. Only you.” I whispered that last part.
And then in one fluid motion, he thrust his hips forward, pushing another inch into me. Lucian groaned and closed his eyes.
“You’re so fucking tight. You’re so hot and wet.”
He pushed yet another inch into me, and the burning sensation took root, the stretching, discomfort, and pain of him taking my virginity, claiming me.
My inner muscles clenched around him involuntarily.
“I’m sorry it hurts,” he groaned.
“Don’t stop,” was my reply.
“Never.”
He rested his forehead against mine, and we panted against each other’s mouths. “It feels so fucking good, Grace. So good.” He was out of breath, just like I was. In one swift move he was buried fully inside of me.
“Just like that.” He pulled out an inch and thrust back in. He started moving in and out of me, faster and harder, but all the while looking right into my eyes.
“Watch me. Look right at me as I fuck you.”
“Lucian,” I mewled out.
“Christ, baby.” He went slow and easy, in and out, gentle and thorough, but as the seconds moved by, his motions became frantic.
He was so far inside of me there wasn’t a part of me Lucian wasn’t touching. I couldn’t even think straight, let alone form words. The sounds of our flesh slapping together, of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, had my pleasure mounting. The pain and discomfort had vanished, and in its place was bone-searing ecstasy.
The sounds that came from me were low, erotic, and would have humiliated me if I wasn’t so turned on, so aroused.
“I love you.” The words spilled from me on their own.
The root of his cock rubbed against my clit every time he slammed into me. He pushed fully into me, stilled, and swiveled his hips slightly, causing a different kind of sensation to fill me.
“Squeeze that pussy around me, Grace.” He ground the words out.
Never had I thought I’d see this side of Lucian, but in the throes of passion he was uninhibited.
Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low, animalistic sound when he pulled out and then slammed into me especially hard. With each passing second he took me to new heights of pleasure until I felt my climax mounting.
“I want to see you come for me.” He let a moment of silence pass before he spoke again. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock, milking the cum from me.” He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing the bud back and forth while he tunneled in and out of me.
He stared into my face for only a second before leaning down and running his tongue along my bottom lip, over my cheek, and licking at the shell of my ear. His breathing was short, hard pants, and I knew he was close to getting off, too.
He slammed into me again and applied more pressure to my clit, until I was about to explode for him. But when I was right there on the precipice, he slowed his motions. I wanted to cry out from desperation, from frustration, but before I could do or say anything, he grunted against my ear, clearly barely holding on as well.
“Tell me you’re mine, Grace.”
That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
He thrust in and out of me like a madman now, and I got so lost in the sensation, that I felt myself falling over the edge once more. There was no hesitation when I said, “I’m yours.”
“Come for me,” he demanded.
And I did just that. I came long and hard and heard him groan against my neck.
I knew this one night would forever shape our future.
“I’m yours, Lucian. I’m only yours.” I gasped when he slammed into me so hard I moved up an inch. I was in a fever pitch. The world fell away, but I didn’t care. I only cared about right here and now.
Lights flashed in front of my vision as I came, and I forced my eyes to stay open through my pleasure. Seeing Lucian get off was unlike anything I could have ever envisioned.
I felt his cock swell inside of me, felt him get impossibly harder, and I parted my mouth at the sensations. The feeling of him coming, of his seed filling me, was hot, erotic, and had my pleasure climbing even higher.
“Mine,” he growled out, and I felt him gently bite the side of my neck. I cried out as more pleasure slammed into me. It wasn’t until he pulled out of me, rolled to the side, and brought me in close to his body that I took a stuttering breath in. I felt his hand go between my thighs.
“I want every last drop inside of you,” he said as he cupped my pussy.
He was wild and intense, masculine and powerful.
He was mine.
I didn’t know how this would all play out, didn’t know if I was even making the right decisions, but in this moment it felt like perfection.
21
Grace
I didn’t think I could’ve moved even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. Having my body pressed against Lucian’s, our skin slightly damp, his arm resting over my shoulder, keeping me close, and my head on his chest made me feel safe. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
I had my hand on his abdomen, the muscles underneath slightly tense as he lay there, his chest rising and falling as he breathed evenly.
We’d been lying like this for the past hour, neither of us moving or speaking, the atmosphere content and relaxed, the soreness between my thighs a steady reminder of what we had done, what I’d given him.
My virginity.
My innocence.
I shifted on the bed slightly, so I could tip my head back and look into his face. He had his eyes closed, one of his arms bent and tucked under his head, and if I didn’t know any better I would have thought that he was asleep. But the way he moved his fingers up and down my arm, how he refused to let me move away, told me Lucian was very much awake.
I rested my head back on his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart beating. I closed my eyes and just absorbed that sound, feeling like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
How strange things worked out. How funny I’d never seen myself in this position, thought Lucian would love me back.
Yet here I was, in bed with my professor, my love for him as strong as his love for me. It had all been a fantasy, the wishful thinking of an inexperienced college girl.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked softly, my hand on his abdomen, his six-pack these rolling hills underneath my palm.
He didn’t answer for a moment, but he tightened his arm around me, holding me to him possessively. The sound of his even breathing lulled me. We were in this safe spot right here and now, nothing able to touch us.
“I’m thinking about the future. I’m thinking about everything I missed out on before you came into my life.”
The breath caught in my throat at his words. It wasn’t exactly what he said, but the way he said it, the pitch and tone of his voice, the way I felt his muscles tighten against me.
“In that first moment I saw you, I knew that there was a chance for me to be happy, that I’d found a piece of myself I hadn’t known was missing. Crazy as it may seem, love had never been something I saw for myself.”
I felt him shift, and I opened my eyes, leaning back slightly so I could look into his face. He moved onto his side, reached down and pulled the blanket over us even farther. For long moments all he did was stare at me, taking in every aspect of my face, as if he were memorizing every part of me.
How was it possible for one person to look at me and make me feel like I was their entire world?
“I’m thinking about how much of a selfish bastard I am where it concerns you, that my love for you is so profound that it’s changed the man I am, the person I thought I was. It’s made me better, Grace.” He moved his thumb over my cheek in a gentle sweeping motion. “I’m thinking about how I would kill anyone who tried to take you from me.” He said that so soft I almost didn’t hear.
And then Lucian leaned in and kissed me softly, the scent and feel of him dragging a small moan from me. Never breaking the kiss, he slid his hand under the blanket, moved it along my belly, and slipped it between my thighs. I was already wet for him, so needy.
“Look at that,” he murmured against my mouth. “So ready for me.”
“Always,” I whispered.
And then he was moving on top of me, his big muscular body pressing me into the mattress, the weight of his power making me feel wholly feminine.
And it was the feel of him placing the tip of his erection at the entrance of my body, of him sliding deep within me in one fluid motion, that had everything becoming crystal clear.
We were one, and without Lucian I’d be nothing but a shell of a person. I felt that so profoundly that a tear track down the corner of my eye.
I held on to him, telling myself I’d never let go.
22
Grace
I sat on the living room floor, textbooks scattered around me, loose-leaf papers crumpled up in balls beside the small trash can I’d brought in. They were my notes, but tonight they sounded like gibberish to me, my mind so preoccupied I couldn’t concentrate.
I was studying for an exam, yet my mind wasn’t on any of this. My thoughts were consumed with Lucian, with everything we’d done, everything we shared.
It had only been a few days since he’d taken me to dinner and then back to his apartment, where he claimed my virginity and opened himself up to me. For the short amount of time we’d been seeing each other, I’d never felt closer to anyone in my entire life.
And yet I hadn’t known I’d been missing anything until that very moment when he looked into my eyes and told me he loved me.
I picked up one of the textbooks, brought my pencil to my mouth, and started chewing on the end as I read over the required reading. But still I couldn’t focus, couldn’t concentrate.
I don’t know how long I sat like that, but I found myself smiling intermittently every time I thought about being with Lucian, and the memory of how sore I’d been after he’d taken me.
A flush stole over me at those images of his big, hard body atop mine.
The sound of a car pulling into my driveway, then of a door opening and closing, had my heart racing. Of course it probably wasn’t him, not at this hour, but still I fantasized it was.
I walked out to the living room window and pulled the curtains aside, but it was too dark to see much of anything. And then the sound of three hard knocks on the front door had my heart racing. I looked out the peephole, feeling confusion at who stood on the other side.
When I opened it, the wide smile on my mother’s face had worry filling me right away. She held an overnight bag in her hand, the grin on her face looking forced.
“Surprise,” she said a little too enthusiastically.
