“Jesus Christ.” He grips my hips, presses my legs open with his broad shoulders and buries his mouth against my spasming flesh. “You’re a miracle. My miracle.” His tongue parts my sex in one long savoring drag. “Sweet. Sweet girl, Iris. Come for your man. However you want, whenever you want. As long as I’m here to lick it up.”
“Oh my…oh my…” I whimper, my fingers finding purchase in his hair. Holding him closer. Scooting to the very, very edge of the desk and writhing, lifting, so I can feel more of his tongue. I’m blind. I’m shaking. I can’t believe how good it feels. God oh God oh God. “Teddy. More.”
His licks turn frantic.
Desperate.
He uses his fingers to spread me open and he flattens that tongue against me again, again, again, making me gasp and sweat and sob, another powder keg of sensations preparing to detonate inside of me. And this time, I know how incredible it will be. I trust Teddy is there to catch me, so I race toward it, screaming behind my teeth when he tucks his tongue just inside of me and rotates the tip quickly, quickly, waking up nerve endings I didn’t even know existed.
“I want to fuck you,” he grates against my femininity. Lapping, lapping.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.” Any way to feel closer to him. My boyfriend. My savior.
“No, you can’t. You can’t.” He seems to be arguing with himself. Then to me, he says, “I’m saving such a fat nut for you, honey. It’s going to look like someone spilled a gallon of milk on this virgin pussy when I finally get into it.”
With that, he closes his lips around this place, this spot he’s been licking that feels so incredible and he gives it a raspberry, suctioning lightly, and my back arches involuntarily, another, more powerful tidal wave of pleasure pulling me down into a whirlpool of blind sensation, my sex tightening and releasing, releasing wetness, my secret muscles screaming with relief and shock. “Teddy,” I whine, voice jagged, high pitched, fingers yanking on the ends of his hair while lust makes me its prisoner. And then I finally collapse, limp on the desk, once again boneless in his presence, just like last night.
He wraps me in his powerful arms, picks me up and sits down in the professor’s chair, rocking me in his lap. I feel his hardness beneath my bottom and I want to ease that pain. I don’t know how I’m so positive there is pain involved. Maybe it’s the rigidity of his muscles or the way he’s still breathing hard. But I want to be his antidote. My gut, my soul, my mind are telling me he’s my responsibility. I’m his and he’s mine.
Somewhere in the room, there is something buzzing. A phone?
Teddy seems to know who is calling and why, because he sighs into my hair. “It’s probably my coach. I’m late for practice.”
I nod, starting to sit up.
He pulls me back into his embrace, tighter than before. “No.”
“No?”
“No leaving me. No sneaking out of our bed in the morning. Just no.” He kisses a path from my shoulder blade up to my ear. “I’ve never felt anything like this, didn’t even know I could, so try and be patient with me. I’m possessive as fuck over you. I know what it means to be abusive, Iris, and Jesus, everything I want from you fits that bill.”
Concern sweeps into my chest, battling with joy. I don’t understand these conflicting emotions. What is wrong with me? How is this happening so fast? Yesterday the most important part of my life was an education. Now he’s blocking out the sun. Demanding every ounce of my attention. “What do you want from me…that’s abusive?”
“For one, I just interrupted your class and carried you out of there without permission. Did it last night, too. I’m controlling you. I’m taking up all of your air and I…like it. Love it. I want to be the center of your universe because you’re the center of mine.” He breaks off, shuddering. “Goddammit, I need to fuck you so bad. I want that cherry dripping down my cock. My thoughts are sick when you’re so innocent. Young, too. Eighteen.”
“You’re only four years older than me, right?” I breathe, threading my fingers through his hair. Driven to comfort him, even as he details his “abusive” behavior. The fact that he doesn’t want to stop. Warning me that it will escalate. Why is excitement fluttering in every cell of my body? I need to get control of this. Of myself and him, before this gets carried away. “You can’t take me out of classes anymore, Teddy. You have to let me learn.”
Soulful eyes lift to mine, perturbed and slightly dangerous. “There are men in your classes, Iris.” His chest rises and falls faster. “Sitting close enough to smell you. I can’t stand it.” Thoughts churn behind his light brown gaze. “I’ll let you go to classes if I can spray you in my cologne in the mornings. And you wear my jacket. All day, no taking it off.”