Professor

“No, being afraid is the last thing I feel.” God, could he tell how thick my voice had become, that my desire was right there at the surface? I found myself lying back on the bed, staring at my ceiling again, thinking about how this would all play out.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” he said deeply, a sound that had my entire body becoming even more alive.

I started moving my legs back and forth against each other, my cheap cotton sheets seeming almost like silk as they slid against my skin. Every part of me felt on edge, ultrasensitive, and I knew if he was here, touching me, I would go off like a rocket.

“I’m not thinking of anything,” I said, my voice nothing more than a whisper.

“You’re lying.” His voice was dark … aroused.

Was that what I heard when he spoke, that dark purr laced within his voice that had me acting out of character as I slipped my hand down my stomach and played with the button of my pants? I was so wet, my panties becoming soaked as my desire rose.

“Tell me, Grace,” he demanded gently. “Tell me what you’re thinking about right now.”

I sucked in a breath, the way he spoke causing me to feel so much lust I couldn’t even think straight, couldn’t breathe. But what I did know was that I wanted to tell him exactly what I was thinking … exactly what I was doing. “I’m thinking about how all of this is kind of crazy and unbelievable, how my professor told me he wanted me and I don’t know how to think about all of that.”

“But how do you feel? How do I make you feel, Grace?”

My mouth was so dry. “You make me feel…” God, could I really say the words? “You make me feel alive.” There, they were out there.

“What else, baby?” He had a groan laced with those words, and the endearment had my clit tingling. I wanted to touch myself so bad. No, I wanted him to touch me.

“You make me feel things I didn’t know I could feel. You make me feel arousal the likes of which makes me dizzy and breathless … makes me want to feel all the things, Lucian.” His name rolling off my tongue had me becoming wetter.

“That’s it, Grace.” I heard more shifting, more rustling of sheets. “Touch yourself, Grace. Let me know what you’re feeling, how it feels to have those fingers moving between your thighs, baby.” He groaned again, and I heard the sharp inhalation as he took a breath.

Was he touching himself, too? Was his hand wrapped around his dick right now? Was he stroking himself, thinking about me, jerking off to the thought of me with my fingers between my thighs?

Another guttural groan left him, and I couldn’t stop from moaning in return.

“Touch yourself, Grace. Tell me how good it feels.”

I moved my hand under my pants, beneath my panties, and parted my legs right as my fingers slipped along my cleft. My clit throbbed, the slightest touch of my fingers against that bundle of nerves causing me to gasp.

“Are you touching yourself, Grace?” His voice was low, causing the heat in my body to rise.

I was a volcano about to explode. I hadn’t even fully touched myself yet, and I knew I could’ve gotten off just from hearing the deep timbre of his tone.

“Yes.” A gasp left me as a shock wave of pleasure slammed through me.

He growled, that sound vibrating through my entire body. I closed my eyes and started rubbing my clit faster, harder. My pants were in the way, inhibiting me from really working myself over. In a matter of seconds, I had the phone wedged between my shoulder and ear, shimmied the pants and panties down my thighs, pulled one leg out, and spread my thighs.

Then I had my hand right back between my legs, slipping my fingers through my slit, gathering my wetness and bringing it back to the hard little bundle of nerves at the apex of my pussy.

“Tell me what you’re doing. Describe it to me, baby.”

I didn’t even know if I could fully form words at this point, not as I knew my orgasm was dangerously close to the surface already and I had just started touching myself.

“How does it feel?” His voice was so heavy, his breathing so hard.

“It feels good.” My voice hitched, my breath sawing in and out of my open mouth.

“God, Grace. I wish I was there right now. It’d be my hand between your legs, my fingers rubbing that little clit of yours.”

My eyes were open, widened as pleasure shot through me.

“And then I’d part your thighs even farther, move down your body, and latch my mouth right on your center. I’d lick and suck on you until you ground your pussy against my face, until your wetness slid down my throat. I’d get you off, taste your orgasm, claim it as mine.”