Professor

He started pressing the keys harder, my fingers sinking farther against his, my mouth opening even wider. I felt light-headed as my pleasure climbed. God, what was happening to me?

The sound of him breathing calmly, as if this didn’t affect him, turned me on even more. Knowing he could have self-control in a moment like this had me climbing higher.

And when he pressed himself a little more firmly against me, a soft moan escaped as I squeezed my thighs even harder together, moving them together slightly to add friction to my clit.

He started to breathe harder, the deep sound slipping from him and sending vibrations right through my body.

I came, exploded. Lights flashed in front of my eyes, my vision wavering as the pleasure consumed me. I curled my nails into the tops of his hands as the ecstasy was never ending. And all the while he still played, still had his body pressed right up against mine.

It wasn’t until my orgasm dimmed that I realized he’d stopped playing.

I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them, and blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision.

For a moment I just sat there, unable to move, aftershocks of my pleasure slamming into me. And then I felt fingers gripping my chin, gently forcing me to turn my head. I found myself staring into Lucian’s dark eyes. I couldn’t breathe, my entire body aching for so much more.

He ran the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip, staring at the act, almost transfixed by it. He gently pulled the flesh down, letting it go back in place.

“Lucian.” I whispered his name, my rapid breathing the only sound filling the room. “Kiss me.” I felt like I’d said that in my mind, but the low sound that left him told me I hadn’t.

“I’m so hungry for you,” he said in a steady, deep voice.

In the next moment he leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine, giving me what I wanted, what I needed. I went to wrap my arms around him, but he made a gruff sound against my lips.

He smoothed his hands down my shoulders, gripping my wrists and holding them gently but firmly. He ran his tongue along the seam of my lips and I opened for him, gently touching the tip of mine to his, needing more.

And then it was as if something snapped inside of him and I found, with pleasure, that his self-control had slipped.

He groaned roughly and tilted his head to the side, pushing his tongue in and out of my mouth, fucking me there. His hold on my wrists was tight, unyielding, a force, a show of dominance.

In this moment he held the power, he held the control. And I was more than happy with that, more than willing to submit to him fully.

18

Professor Goode

I could feel her hands curling against mine, as if she were trying to grab me, grasp for something solid to hold on to, use me for strength.

Control. Find it.

I let go of her wrists, and she immediately held on to my biceps, digging her little nails into my skin, causing a flash of pain to mix with my pleasure. I cupped one side of her face as I tipped her head to the side, making her take my kiss, forcing her to suck on my tongue.

She was soft … all the things I envisioned innocence would taste like.

I was collected, calm on the outside. But on the inside I was this raging storm, this turbulent weather moving through, causing destruction, consumption. I wanted her desperately, wanted to just take her on top of the piano until she cried out for me as she came, as my cock was deep in her body and I marked her from the inside out, a show of ownership.

I broke the kiss to look into her face, to see the ecstasy cover her expression, an outward appearance of what was going on inside of her. “You’re sweeter than the hold you have over me.”

Her eyes were closed, her head was tipped back and to the side slightly, her mouth heated. The air came out of her in little pants, her lips swollen and glossy, a sliver of light from the moon making it seem as though they glistened.

I held my control, made sure she didn’t know how close I was to breaking. It would frighten her, the potency, intensity with which I wanted her.

And as much as I told myself I should stop this, should walk away, go slow, I couldn’t. As much as it was the right thing to do, to let her walk away, to not get involved, I was too selfish.

My need for her was too strong. I wanted her too desperately.

I was hungry for her.

I loved her.

Never had I felt something so profound, so consuming.