Professor

“Come in, Ashley.”

I tried to keep my hands still, but they shook, the aftereffects of my orgasm still coursing through me. His TA opened the door, her attention on the files she held as she looked through the papers.

She stood by his desk, not even realizing I was sitting there, as she started talking to him about class assignments, papers that were graded, and midterms coming up. And the whole time Lucian stared right at me, a small, satisfied smirk on his face. He said something to her, but all I heard was this buzzing in my ears, drowning everything else out.

“Thank you, Ashley,” he said while still staring at me. “That’ll be it for the day.”

It was then that she looked up at him, saw his attention on me, and looked over at where I sat. Her eyes widened a little bit, and she pushed her glasses up her nose.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were in here with a student.”

I had my hands curled tightly together, hoping she couldn’t tell that I was flushed because Professor Goode had just gotten me off against the side of the wall.

I gave her a tight-lipped smile and was thankful when she excused herself and left, shutting the door behind her.

The breath I’d been holding released, and I looked over at Lucian. He still had that small smile on his face, and I felt a flash of heat start at my neck and cover my face.

And then I watched as he looked at his hand and ran his tongue across his fingers, the same ones that had just been buried deep inside of my body. My mouth parted slightly, and a small sound escaped me. He hummed low, the sound of his pleasure filling the office.

“The flavor of you on my fingers makes me never want to wash my fucking hands.”

God, the things he said to me turned me on so much.

“Tonight, Grace. I’m going to pick you up and take you out. I don’t care who sees. You’re mine. Do you understand what that means?”

I found myself nodding, realizing exactly how connected we were, how much Lucian really wanted me. There was no going back.

* * *

Professor Goode

She’d left ten minutes ago, and all I wanted to do was bring her back into my office, to finish what we’d started. I still couldn’t focus, couldn’t get back to work. The image of her in my head, the scent of her on my fingers, the taste of her on my tongue, had me feeling feral.

I lifted my hand and brought the digits to my nose, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. She smelled sweet and musky. She smelled like she was all mine.

I opened my mouth and sucked on my fingers, her flavor exploding on my tongue. I would forever know what she tasted like, the very essence of her ingrained in my cells, my very marrow.

I was still hard as fucking rock, my damn cock digging against my zipper, the need to relieve myself strong. But I wanted to wait, wanted to be buried deep between her thighs when I came.

My office door was closed, and I contemplated relieving myself just a little. I had my hand curled tightly around the armrest of my chair, my arousal so fucking far gone that I wanted to say fuck waiting and just get myself off. My balls were drawn up tight, and my desire pumped through my veins. I used my other hand to unzip my slacks, reached between the fly, and pulled out my dick.

The groan was ripped from me when I touched myself.

I moved my hand over my length, from root to tip, moving my palm over the head and grunting as pleasure and sensitivity slammed into me. Pre-cum lined the tip of my shaft, and I used it as lubrication, dragging my hand back down my dick and squeezing when I reached the base.

Fuck, I was so turned on I probably could’ve come with a couple more strokes.

But I forced myself to stop, tucked my cock back into my slacks, and zipped it up. I had both hands on the armrests now, my fingers curled around the leather, a creaking sound from the force I used filling my head.

Tonight would be the night I finally took her, when I irrevocably claimed Grace. She’d be tied to me, know that I wasn’t going to give her up.

Tonight I’d have her in my bed, my body positioned between her thighs, my cock deep inside of her. I’d make her come so many times she couldn’t stand, couldn’t sit comfortably for how sensitive she was.

I was going to devour her, and when it was all said and done, I’d do it all over again.

15

Grace

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”

I glanced over at Sherry. She was sitting on top of a stainless-steel table that was pushed up against the wall in the back room of the coffee shop.