“I get it.” I rest my head on the arm he has draped behind me.
“There is nothing I want more than this, but you deserve more.” He sits up, pulling me with him and turning our bodies on the couch until we are face to face. “I can’t take you out to dinner or hold your hand on campus. Everything we do has to be in private. You deserve to be with someone you don’t have to sneak around with.”
“I don’t need those things. I don’t need a public relationship. I just need to know you’re there for me.” I lean closer to him. So close our lips are nearly touching. “I just need you.”
OLIVER
Ishouldn’t be here. Neither should Madison. She should be out, at the student party, celebrating the first few weeks of semester with her friends.
“I just need you.” She whispers the words right into my mouth, and they take every decent thought I have with them. Blood charges through me, my hands tensing against the couch either side of Madison’s thighs.
I want her so bad I can’t breathe. I need her more than I need the oxygen in this room. The memory of the rhythm our bodies made when we were together surges through me, urging me to close the tiny gap between us.
“Please.” Her voice shakes.
Fuck it.
I close the gap, claiming her mouth and pulling her onto my lap. Our bodies press together, chests rising in sync. The longer we kiss, the more frenzied we become. Tongues tangling, we get lost together. My hands are firm on Madison’s waist, holding her close.
We fall into place, Madison tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. When she grinds her hips, I groan into her mouth.
Everything she gives me will never be enough, but I plan on taking it anyway.
Hands under her waist, I stand and she wraps her legs around me. Walking to the bedroom, I pause by the mirror in her hallway. Her skirt has bunched around hips, and I have a delicious view of her ass in my hands. Round globes, scarcely contained by the red lacy panties. I nip at the delicate skin below her ear, grabbing firmly where my hands meet her flesh. My fingers stretch to pull at her panties. Tugging them to the side with one hand, I trail a finger through her soaking folds.
She makes a whimpering sound in my ear that pulses through my cock. I thrust my fingers into her, causing her to moan. With the memory of how she feels wrapped around me, I pull out my fingers and race the last few steps into the bedroom. Dropping her on the bed with force, I reach for the buttons on her dress.
Madison sits herself on the edge of the bed, pulling at the elastic band on my sweats. Her eyes stay on mine as she tugs at the tie and lowers my pants. My cock bounces free, so fucking close to her perfect mouth. Wrapping her hands around my length, she pumps hard. A glistening bead forms at the tip, until she swipes it with her thumb.
She brings her hand to her mouth, licking me off her fingertip. Her lips turn up, a cheeky twinkle in her eyes as she spreads her legs. I step forward, finding my place between them as I unbutton her dress. I massage the mounds of her breasts, pulling her bra down to pinch at her nipples. The sensitive buds are already firm, and she arches her back, forcing her breasts deeper into my hands.
Everything about this moment is perfect. I can feel the warm air from her mouth on my cock. The sensation sends lightning down my spine. I reach down to cup her cheek, tilting her head up to look at me.
“Show me what a good little student you are.”
Her tongue wets her lips, and I can feel the warmth spread through her body. I can see the pool of wetness forming in her panties.
“Yes, professor.”
Her eyes are still locked on mine as she opens her mouth and drags her tongue from the base of my cock, right up to the tip. She smiles as she tastes the pre-cum that’s leaking out.
With one hand on my balls, the other guides my cock into her gorgeous, open mouth. I groan at the tight wetness of her lips. My hips unintentionally thrust at the feeling. Madison swallows me deep, her mouth hollowing out as she takes me back into the depths of her throat. I try to pull back, but she holds me there, humming as she relaxes around my firm length.
“Good … fucking … girl.”
The words are strained as I fight the urge to pull at her hair and take control. Her moans vibrate along my shaft, sending a fire through my veins. She bobs her head, massaging my balls. The pressure builds to an intensity I can’t keep up with. I need to slow down because I want more than just her mouth. I want everything.
Pulling away, I lift her legs to rest them over my arms. She falls back on the bed and her blue eyes meet mine, I see through the moment into the soul of the woman I love. And I realise that there is no escaping this for me.
Reaching for the bedside table, I pull a condom from the drawer. I tear the foil wrapper with my teeth before hastily rolling the condom down my aching length.
My fingers coast along the seam of her panties, now drenched with her need. Yanking the red fabric to the side, I tear them off her. The slight gasp that escapes her surges me forward. I drive into her in one swift movement, before pausing. Buried deep inside her is the best place imaginable, and I never want to leave.
“Move, please.” She pants, bucking her hips. “Professor.”
The word has me thrusting, consumed by the forbidden nature of our relationship. Hooking both of her legs over one shoulder, I reach down to rub her clit with my thumb. Her walls constrict around me, dragging my orgasm along with hers.
“Fuck, Madison.” I groan as we come together.
