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I want to tell him it’s none of his business, I want to tell him I can do what I want, but I’m in no state to play games right now.
He was right, I am at his mercy.
“No,” I whisper.
He rumbles approvingly, the vibrations in his chest reverberating through my back. He angles my face towards the rows of desks.
“Look up,” he commands, his finger leaving my pussy and dragging up my folds to my ass. I stiffen when I feel his finger rim my dark hole and then hiss when he pushes it past my ring and into my untried channel. “I want you to imagine sitting in your seat on Monday,” he purrs against my ear as his finger pushes deeper inside me. I suck in a breath as he gets in to the second knuckle, immediately pulling out just to bury himself all the way. “Remembering how you stayed bent over this desk and spread your legs for me so I could finger your ass.”
“Tristan,” I breathe as his finger starts a slow rhythm of pulling out and pushing back in. It burns and stings but behind it there’s twisted pleasure. My legs shake and I push my hips back into his hand.
“Remembering how you fucked your ass back on my finger like a greedy little slut.”
My cheeks flame at his degradation, but my body sings.
More.
A second finger pushes in beside the first as he speaks, eliciting a cry from my lips. The stretch is too much, the sensations too overwhelming. He caresses the skin of my tender rim with his thumb, his lips kissing the sensitive area behind my ear.
I think about the picture we must be painting right now. My professor bent over me, with his fingers in my ass as he whispers dirty things in my ear. The taboo nature of this entire moment lights my spine on fire until I’m craving more.
He peels himself off me and drops back between my parted legs with his fingers still inside me, his mouth finding my sopping center.
“Remembering how I buried my face in your dripping cunt and licked your sensitive pussy.”
He takes his fingers out of my ass, pushes them into my pussy, and then buries them back into my back hole to the webbing, his tongue never leaving my clit the entire time.
Holy fuck.
I try to shoot off the desk but his other hand keeps me firmly in place. When he puts me out of my misery and bites my clit, I can’t help but come with a garbled, unintelligible cry. My entire body spasms, at the mercy of the orgasm as it wrecks through me. He licks me relentlessly through the entire climax until I feel like I’m going to come again if he continues.
But then he pulls his fingers out of my sore ass and stands, and I hear the telltale sounds of a belt being undone. He rips it through the loops and grabs my hands, pinning them on my lower back. He wraps the strap around my wrists and tightens it until they’re trapped behind me.
“Remembering how I fucked you while your hands were tied behind your back,” he finishes, his own hands landing on my hips in a claiming grip. He mutters jumbled praise as his hands caress the still red skin of my ass. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes,” I say, as I try to catch my breath. “But get a condom.”
“No,” he answers, categorical. “I haven’t fucked anyone since we met. I’m clean.”
I have no right or reason to be territorial over him, but knowing he hasn’t slept with anyone since me has possessiveness filling my mind and drowning out all rational thought.
He takes my silence as uncertainty and continues, his tone luring and his freed cock rubbing up and down my folds.
“You understand the avalanche of shit I’ll be buried under if anyone ever learns about this? If they find out how you let me tie you up, shove my fingers in your ass and fuck you bent over some random professor’s desk?” He groans, getting turned on by his own words. “As much as I’m attracted to you, and fuck knows I am, this is just a one-time thing. It can’t happen again after this.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t get attached,” I answer, flippantly. The combination of his dick rubbing against me and his words telling me this will never happen again is completely surreal. I can’t let myself think about tomorrow, or even an hour from now, not when he has me teetering on the cliff’s edge. “I told you, I’m not interested in anything serious.”
He grunts behind me, the sound angry like I didn’t just tell him exactly what he wanted to hear.
“I want to feel your tight heat. I want to feel how wet and warm your pussy is, how it clenches around me when I make you come. How it takes my cum,” his voice sounds pained with the effort of restraining himself and it’s pure venom when he speaks again. “Nothing’s getting in between my dick and feeling all of you when this is the last time I get to fuck you, so no condoms.”
Oh, God.
I want everything he just described, every salacious part of it.
I nod, tongue tied and delirious with lust.
“Ask me to fuck your pussy,” he demands, placing his hard cock against my entrance.
