Page 65 of Wicked Ends
I yanked at my wrists and to my surprise, one of them gave. I wrenched my hand free and quickly untied the other bindings.
Fleeing to the bed, I slid my hand under the pillow and closed it around the hard object I’d stored there before.
Marcus hadn’t known what else was in the bag. He’d had no idea. But I knew. I’d counted every single thing, laying them out and looking at them. I’d stashed all of it away in the bus station locker, except for this… this one thing I’d wanted to keep hold of, in case someone from my past came searching for me.
The bathroom room opened, and Marcus stepped out the second I twisted around on the bed and leveled the gun at him. It wasn’t loaded, but he didn’t need to know that. Maybe I was more competitive than I’d ever thought I was. I wanted him to see my next move. I wanted to play on his level. I wanted to impress him, God help me. I was having fun, and the very idea felt like a crime.
He whistled lowly, his eyes fixed on the gun.
“You are full of surprises, and I don’t hate it. You certainly keep life interesting. So, you’re going to shoot me if I don’t leave you alone?” He raised a rakish eyebrow at me.
I shrugged. “Yeah, maybe I am. So—you should listen to me and stay away.”
He considered my words for a moment and then laughed. “No, I don’t think I’m going to do that… because I don’t think you mean it, and I seriously don’t think you’re going to shoot me.”
He advanced toward the bed, and I gripped the gun tighter.Fuck.He wasn’t falling for the bluff at all.
I scrambled back. He arrived at the foot of the bed and quickly stretched a hand out, snagged my ankle, and yanked me down toward him. I nearly dropped the damn gun as he slid his hands up my bare legs, forcing them wide.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“Finishing what we started,” he growled at me. Then he leaned up and reached for my arm. I thought he was going for the gun, but he wasn’t. He only grabbed my wrist and guided the gun toward his head. He pressed the muzzle against his temple.
“I’m going to eat you out until you sing for me, and then I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget you didn’t want me… you’ll forget everythingbutme,” he said, staring me right in the eye.
But I did want him. I had then, and I did now. Telling him that was hardly a good idea right now, so I held my tongue.
“If you want to stop me, shoot,” he said, his eyes dancing with the wicked kind of amusement I usually saw there.
Then he yanked my panties down. I yelped, excitement laced with the rush of doing something forbidden racing through me. He was my student. This was wrong. And yet… and yet…
He pushed my legs wider and licked his fucking lips when he took in my pussy, bare and wet.
“All for me? Professor, you shouldn’t have.” He smirked and swooped in and licked me.
I jerked when his hot tongue sank right inside me, only to be replaced by his thick fingers. His mouth traveled up to my clit, which he rolled between his tongue and his lips. I saw stars. The gun was still in my hand, loosely pointed in his direction, but the bluff hadn’t worked, and we both knew it.
He didn’t care if I threatened him. He wasn’t worried about the money. He knew he could get me to break. He wasn’t going to stop.
It was an odd and new feeling. A reassurance I hadn’t known I was seeking. New feelings, strange and precious and terrifying, flooded me. Marcus licked and bit and circled my clit, his fingers pumping into me. I was so wet, I could hear every thrust of his slick digits.
I rose quickly, the gun falling harmlessly to the carpet with a muffled thud. He pulled my knees onto his shoulders, fastened his arm around my thighs, and ate me alive.
I screamed his name when I came, flooding his face and my own legs. I was still coming when he shoved down his jeans and boxers and sank inside me. He was fully fucking dressed, pinning me to the bed, naked and wet and still coming.
When he was inside me, the world stopped spinning.
He filled that empty place, warming me from the inside out. He cupped my face and kissed me when he was sunk deep, his balls against my ass. His long, thick dick was stretching me, pressing so far inside, it should have hurt. It would have hurt, had it been anyone else, but this man was different. A man who made my body so elastic and pliable. A man who melted away my resistance and my discipline and my fucking good intentions into a putty for him to play with between his talented fingers.
“You’re not wearing protection?” I panted, dangerously close to falling over the edge again and coming embarrassingly fast.
“I’m clean, Professor. I don’t fuck raw—never have—and we test for everything under the sun every season, thanks to Coach.”
“You’re fucking raw right now!” I cried, my toes curling with the way his cock seemed to brush something deep inside that sent heat flooding through me.
“Yeah, but it’s different.” Marcus gave me a heart-stopping grin. “It’s you.”
His comment sparked a rush of butterflies in my stomach.
