Page 69 of Academically Yours


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“Matthew,” I gritted through bared teeth as I tried not to cry out at the pressure of him against me as his tip entered me. Matthew pushed in slowly at first, giving my body time to adjust to the feeling of him, and even with how wet I was, it was still a tight fit. I tilted my hips up to try to accommodate his length better.

“Noelle, fuck,” he growled back, thrusting into me, fully this time, causing me to give a small shriek at the feeling when he hit just the right spot.

“Goddamn.” I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore, I just knew that I was being filled up, fully, completely—and if he didn’t move soon, I was going to fall apart—

“I’m going to move now, okay?”

Oh my god. He hasn’t even moved yet and I’m already on the verge of another orgasm.

I nodded as Matthew used his hands to position me even better, the new angle filling me even fuller before he started to thrust his hips against me. I bit my lip to try to stop from crying out at his movement. In the silence of the room, there were only the noises of our bodies melding together, the occasional whimper I gave, or the grunt Matthew made as he pressed further into me.

“So big,” I moaned. ‘S—fuck, Matthew.”

“You’re taking me so good, pretty girl,” he said, “like you were made for me.”

His hands moved from my waist to my breasts, covering them, fingers pinching my nipples as I cried out from the sheer pleasure of it, the pain leading to a warmth that spread through me, and I felt like I was absolutely floating on air.

“Yes—yes—fuck—”

He closed his mouth around my nipple as he rocked into me, tongue lapping at it before his teeth grazed over my breast, and then he was biting, licking, and soothing, and I thought I might break if he gave me anymore, his thumb still brushing over the other side as he continued to pound into me. I moaned, deeply, throwing my head back, and he halted inside of me, breath ghosting over my neck as he leaned into me.“What do you want, sweet girl?”

“I need to come, please, please,” I begged, pulling my lip in between my teeth, and inhaling deeply, fingers digging into his skin as my bare ass moved on the desk, wrapping my legs around him to push him into me deeper.

“God, Noelle. Fuck. You feel so good,” he said, and then his thumb was back on my clit, rubbing it in circles, and I sighed under his touch, his big strong hands coaxing me into another orgasm as he pulled out and rammed back into me.He continued his pace through my orgasm, whispering pretty things into my ear that had me moaning under his touch, and God, I needed to be quiet, because if someone heard—

Matthew’s big hand wrapped over my mouth, and I squealed against him for a moment before I regulated my breathing through my nose, eyes locking with his as he thrust into me.“Shh, sweetheart, what did we say?”I just shook my head. If he wasfucking me like this, I thought would forget my name, let alone whatever command he had given me. Still, he grunted as he pulled out completely once more and then pushed all the way to the hilt— “Fuck, Noelle. I’m gonna come.”

With his free hand he gripped my waist, roughly, and as his eyes rolled back, he lost himself inside of me. As he grew still, the grinding of his hips startling to a stop, I peeled his hand off of my mouth. I was panting heavily from the way he had fucked me, hard but so delicious.

I could have stayed there forever, like that, with the way he was holding me and looking at me so reverently, but then Matthew pulled out of me, and I whimpered—actually whimpered, despite myself. I was already feeling the absence of him, a lack of the pressure I had grown used to. He tied off the condom and threw it in the trash, and God if the sight of him like that didn’t make me lose my breath all over again.

“That was… wow.” I hopped off the desk, found my shirt on the floor and picked it up, watching as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“Noelle, I—”

“I know,” I said, standing and buttoning my blouse, adjusting my skirt around my hips, and pulling the socks back up my calves.

“I—This—But we shouldn’t do this again… not in here.” He looked around his office with a grimace before pulling me closer to him. “I don’t want anyone to hear you.”

And if we got caught—both of our lives, our jobs—would be in jeopardy. I knew that, but still…

I sagged a little against his body, hating that he was right, that we could so easily be discovered if we did this again in his office. Even if it was the hottest sex I had ever had, it couldn’t happen again. “You’re right.”

He sighed. “But… when can we—”

“God, Matthew. Are you already asking me when we can fuck again? Because I know that was good, but…” I stuck my tongue out at him. As if it wasn’t the best damn sex I had ever had.

“Noelle,” he groaned.“I was just going to ask when I could see you again.” He smoothed his hand over my hair. “Not seeing you this weekend was torture.”

He was breathing deeply as I leaned against his body. I curled my hand against his chest, my fist balling into his shirt. “Whenever you want, babe.” I got up on my tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. When I pulled away, his eyes were still closed. He chuckled then, and I couldn’t help the warmth that I felt spreading across my chest. Whatever this was, whatever we were… even if it was sort of wrong, I loved spending time with him. “We still have the whole week until Spring Break, after all.”

“Sure,” he mumbled, one of his signature grumpy glowers taking over his face. I wanted to kiss it off of him, but I did have to go, so I settled for a kiss on his cheek, and then I was off, leaving Matthew standing in his doorway.I didn’t look back to see the smile on his face, the way he ran his hands through his long, blonde hair, ran his hands over the short beard.

But God, if I had seen it… he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen, especially when he smiled, and I knew that was true.

I couldn’t stop replaying the moment as I walked to my car in the dark. Us, together on his desk. The way he wanted me. The way he called me baby. And… he said, you’remine, hadn't he? Had he meant that or was it just an in-the-moment, caught up in the good sex kind of thing? I didn’t know. Was there any way this was going to end well for either of us though?

As I hopped into my car, I realized that dammit, I had forgotten my underwear.In his pocket. He kept my panties. I groaned, hitting my head against the steering wheel.

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