Beauty and the Professor (A Modern Fairy Tale Duet 1)

“I know. Just saying goodbye.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Her laugh was cut short when he slid two fingers between her legs, testing her—and finding her, she knew, slick and ready.

Her sex still felt swollen and tender, not yet recovered from the pounding he had given her last night. Nothing like now. This was slow and lazy, but somehow just as urgent. Somehow more poignant, as he hitched one of her legs on his hip.

Only a little foreplay this time. His fingers testing her, probing her. Then he pointed his cock to her core. She wound her other leg around him, and he slipped inside. She was supported by her arms around his neck, by his broad hands beneath her ass, by the wall at her back. Held suspended on his cock, writhing and wishing and begging for him to move.

God, she needed him to thrust inside her, but she was completely at his mercy. And sometimes he could be a real bastard. A horrible tease. He nibbled his way down her neck, as if they were going to make out now instead of fuck. She wanted him so badly that she tensed up—she clenched around his cock. He growled and pushed inside her, deep and fast. She gasped from the shock and pinch of pain.

“Sorry,” he murmured, and unlike earlier, she heard true regret in his voice.

“More. Like that.”

“I’ll hurt you.”

Yes, she wanted that too. “Fuck me, Blake.”

He shuddered in her arms. He always loved when she spoke dirty to him.

She rocked her hips, the only movement she could make. “Fuck me like you can’t take it anymore.”

His dark eyes burned. Slowly, achingly, he pulled back—and plunged in to the hilt. They both moaned at the complete and intimate contact. Stuffed full of his cock, impaled on his body, and yet yearning for more. Never enough.

She whispered in his ear. “Fuck me like you’re mad at me.”

With a pained groan, he let go. He shoved her hard against the wall and rammed inside her. Her body was held still, pinned by his, her mouth open on a silent cry of painful pleasure. His cock moved inside her, invading her, hurting her—and God, she never wanted it to stop. Never wanted to feel empty and nothing and unwanted again. This was desire and craving. It was consuming.

Tendrils of ecstasy threaded through the roughness, teasing her orgasm, drawing it out until she sobbed with needing it, until she called his name. Blake, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me, Blake. It was a chant, a prayer, but he was too far gone to hear her, too far above her to answer.

He froze on a choked cry, pouring his seed into her. The twitch of his cock within the swollen tissue of her sex pushed her over. She let go in a rush of liquid and stuttered moan, tightening around him and wrenching a startled gasp from him. They held each other in the aftermath, their sensitive flesh pulsing against the other, his breath hot on her shoulder.

“Jesus, Erin.” He leaned on her a little, still rocking in a lazy rhythm. “You killed me with that. You fucked the life right out of me.”

Her laugh came out husky. “That’s because you’re not supposed to be awake yet.”

“So come back to bed.”

“I have to go to the bookstore. They’re going to have the textbooks listed today, and the professor assignments. Maybe I’ll see your name up there.”

“Don’t remind me.” He gently lowered her to the floor.

“This will be awesome, I promise. There’s still time for you to practice your lecture for me.”

“You get bored when I lose my shit about Tiberius Gracchus.”

He did get worked up over it. Tiberius Gracchus sounded like a smart and progressive leader, at least the way Blake told it, and it was pretty depressing that he’d been violently murdered for it. But Blake’s anger didn’t seem diluted by the fact that this had happened in the 2nd century BC.

“I don’t mind when you talk about it.” She blushed, remembering when he’d translated some dirty insults from Latin. “Especially if you read me more from Martial’s Epigrams.”

He snorted. “I must admit, U.S. history lacks a certain passion compared to Rome’s.”

“Come on, let me hear your lecture.”

“No way. I can make a fool of myself in front of a bunch of strangers. I don’t have to do it in front of my girlfriend.”

She couldn’t help it. She grinned, sudden and wide.

He cocked his head. “What is it? Morning breath? You should have told me.”