Page 53 of Whirlwind

She’s stunning, and I can’t believe she agreed to be here with me after how I’ve been acting. But I’m done questioning if what I feel for her and what we shared yesterday is right or wrong. I’m over trying to fight my feelings for her. Fuck my job and all the bullshit that comes with it.

Finley is everything I want, the woman I didn’t know I’d been searching for. I didn’t realize it before, but I’ve been chasing her for the last year. And Joey is right: I’d been risking my job already. I have been from the moment we started flirting, since the moment she walked into my classroom. It makes me wonder if teaching is even something I care that much about after all. Because if it was, I would have never dared to cross any sort of line with her to begin with.

Yep, I’ve been an idiot, but that’s over now. I want to focus on Finley and how we can move forward together, because Iknow there’s no way I can forget what we’ve shared and simply be friends. It’s impossible. Zero probability.

“Professor West?”

My gaze snaps to Finley’s hooded stare, her sultry tone heating my blood and giving my cock its own heartbeat. I clear my throat. “Yes, Ms. Buckley?”

She grins coyly. “Are you going to stare at me all night, or are you going to fuck me?”

Goddamn. I practically pounce on the overly hard bed, her body bouncing from the force and the springs squeaking beneath our collective weight. She giggles, that sweet sound I love that sends more blood rushing south until my dick tents my jeans.

Someday, I’m going to take Finley back to my home and fuck her on my nice bed, a soft bed that doesn’t have starchy sheets and cardboard pillows. But for now, at least we have a bed instead of a muddy ditch.

I situate myself next to her and rub my thumb over her flushed cheek, tracing one of the scratches she received yesterday. “I’m going to kiss you again,” I tell her. “Then you have three choices after that.”

She bites her lower lip, but before she can brutalize it, I tug the flesh between my teeth and kiss her hard and fast, tasting her on my tongue again and again until our chests are heaving and I swear the room temperature has gone up by ten degrees.

Her fingers begin to play with the buckle of my belt as she pulls back. “Are you giving me a multiple choice test, Professor?”

I groan, pressing my thumb into her pouting lower lip. “This isn’t a test, simply a question. And all the answers are right.”

She hums and sucks the tip of my finger between her lips before pulling back. “What’s the question?”

“Do you, A, want me to lick your pussy until you’re begging for me to fill you with my cock”—a small whimper escapes her lips—“B,want to grip the headboard and ride my face until you suffocate me with your sweet cunt—”

“Ryker,” she moans, her hips rubbing against my jean-clad thigh.

“Or, C, want to get on your hands and knees and let me fuck you so hard our wall neighbor, who happens to be Ezra, will call the front desk to give them a noise complaint.”

Her hot pussy thrusts against my leg, and I can’t resist pressing my two fingers against her wet tongue, enjoying the way her pupils blow from my combined words and teasing.

“Can more than one be correct?” she asks once I remove my fingers.

My lips tip into a lopsided grin. “Anything you want, baby.”

“A and C.”

“Good answers.” I get her to lie flat on her back before I roll over and straddle her, easily discarding my shirt and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Her eyes eat up every muscle and plane of my chest hungrily, and her lips part as she takes me in. I see her smile when her eyes land on the tattoo of a violent storm spanning my right pec.

“It suits you,” she says, reaching an arm up so her fingers brush over the bottom of the tornado, causing me to shiver. “Now, take off your pants.”

A breathy chuckle loosens from my chest. “Anything for you.”

She grins cheekily as I unbuckle my belt, the sound of the metal jingling before I tug down my zipper. The action only excites her more, and her hips gyrate under me. I move off of her briefly so I can remove my jeans, then she adds, “Boxers, too.”

“Hmm, I like you bossy.”

She shrugs from the bed, her eyes on my crotch. “Not bossy. I know what I want.”

The skin at the corners of her eyes crinkle with amusement as I hook my fingers in my waistband, discarding my boxers so I’m completely naked. Her eyes study me like I’m a storm cellshe’s set to chase, and I want to preen from the voracious way she’s taking in every aspect of my form, particularly my erection that stands ready and leaking precum between my legs.

With her eyes never leaving mine, I resume my position on top of her, prowling over her carefully as my lips find hers again. My cock rubs against her pussy that I know is soaking her clothes, the stiff fabric and the thoughts of tasting her making me groan into her mouth.

Finley attempts to thread her hands in my hair, but I stop her, moving them up and over her head so her wrists are pinned to the creaky bed.

She pulls away from my lips. “I want to touch you.”

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