Page 18 of Whirlwind

“Ryker, you feel so good,” she chants against my lips. “Harder.”

The base of my spine begins to tingle, and my balls draw up. “Touch yourself, Finley. Make yourself come.”

She moans a yes as I kiss her, stroking my tongue against hers and memorizing the taste of her. She gasps when she circles her clit, her hips lifting and her free hand moving to grip my shoulder.

I thrust harder and try not to close my eyes, but the feeling is too intense, too fucking good. Then Finley breaks our kiss and cries out, every muscle in her body tensing as she shatters. Her pussy constricts around me in quick flutters, dragging me over the edge and sending blinding white bursting behind my eyelids as I come. My release spills inside her as she grips me, our faces buried in each other’s necks.

My thrusts turn choppy and shallow as I ride us through our mutual orgasms, my body slowly coming down from the adrenaline of the tornado and the best sex of my life.

Sex that I had with Finley.

Sex that I had with my student, Finley.

Unprotected sex that I had with my twenty-five-year-old student, Finley.

My student, Finley.

I slip my softening length from her addictive heat and drop down beside her so our arms and legs are touching. For a while, we lay there, looking up at the dusky sky as our breathing evens out and reality crashes down around me, tightening my chest.

“Ryker,” Finley says after what seems like an hour. “Are you okay?”

“I should be asking you that.”

She shifts beside me, and I turn to look at her. Finley is the picture of young and vulnerable now that my dick has stopped thinking for me. She’s a mess and shivering, and the cut on her cheek needs to be disinfected.

Goddammit, what was I thinking? I’m her teacher, her mentor. I took advantage of her after she almost died. I should be fired for this—I wouldn’t even fight it.

“I’m fine,” she says. “More than fine.”

I avoid her eyes and look down at her body, her half-clothed body with my cum dripping out of her onto the grass. It’s lewd. It’s forbidden. I probably shouldn’t like it, even if everything inside me does. Even if everything inside me wants to put heron her hands and knees and shove it back inside her then fill her with more until she’s so full of me it will drip out of her for days.

Romantic, sexual, or other intimate relationships between faculty and students are prohibited…

“We should go check on your car.”

At my words, Finley’s demeanor changes, and she chuckles disbelievingly. “My car? Are you serious?”

“It’s probably totaled. It’s getting dark, and we need to call for help. Get you checked out by medics.”

Finley repositions, pulling up her underwear and pants, ignoring the mess of us before standing. “I don’t need a medic. Do you?”

I shake my head.

“I’m going to find my car,” she snaps before taking off toward the side of the road where her car should be but is no longer.

I stand to follow her and tuck myself in, my body sore from the literal tornado that abused it. The ground is torn up and littered with debris, including what looks to be fencing. I weave around some bigger obstructions but easily catch up to her before she gets to the road.

“Please, wait!”

When she doesn’t, I gently catch her wrist.

She whirls to face me, tugging her hand away and crossing her arms over her chest. “What?” she barks, the anger in her tone causing me to flinch.

“Finley…” Her name on my lips is quiet as more guilt wracks my body. “Please, I—I shouldn’t have done that.”

Her eyes narrow. “At least be man enough to say what you shouldn’t have done.”

I run my hand over my face. “I took advantage of you.”

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