Page 75 of Bonds of Magic
My surprise turned into pleasure, and I let him take control, setting the pace of our kissing as his hands slid down my sides. When he kissed my jaw, I let him, and I smiled when he reached my neck. It might be more than just Cory who had a hickey tomorrow. Which could make classes awkward, but I wasn’t going to worry about that now. I was enjoying this too much—until Cory began to slide lower in bed.
I put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him up. He looked confused.
“Not tonight,” I told him.
“But I want to. I mean it, I really do.”
Maybe he did mean it. But I didn’t feel right about letting him suck me off. He was still high on post-orgasm bliss. He might change his mind later and regret it. And I didn’t want him to regret anything about me.
“I know.” I stroked his cheek. “But not tonight.”
His lips quirked up at the corners. “Does that mean there’ll be another night?”
I realized suddenly that was exactly what I’d implied. Hell, it was what I’d been thinking. But in truth, there shouldn’t be another night. We needed to keep things from getting more complicated than they already were.
“Come here.” I smiled, pulling him in for a kiss, and hoped he wouldn’t ask more questions that I didn’t have answers for.
We kissed for a minute, gently, almost chastely—or as chastely as we could, considering Cory’s cock was still free. I planned on slowing things down even further, on telling him it was time to walk him back to the manor. But he slid a hand to my waist again.
“Can I at least touch you?”
My head warred with my heart as I tried to force myself to say the right thing. His hand moved to my thigh and began to travel inwards. I closed my eyes, willing myself to be responsible.
“You made me feel so good,” he whispered. “I want to make you feel good too.”
He brushed across my cock where it pressed hot and hard against my joggers, and I knew I didn’t have the strength to say no. Not when he was offering himself to me, begging me to let him touch me.
“Yes.”
I breathed my answer into his mouth, our lips crushed together. His hand slid under my clothes. He gasped as his fingers touched my cock, a gasp that turned into a long exhale as his hand ran down the length of my shaft.
I was so fucking hard, so desperate for him, that I wasn’t going to last long. I shoved my boxer-briefs and joggers down to mythighs, freeing my cock. I pressed my lips to his, then covered his hand with my own. I guided him, showing him how fast to go, where to touch me, how to bring me right to the edge.
His hand was silk against my skin, and he took my guidance so well. I shifted, hooking a leg over his thigh to bring my body closer. Our hands moved together in the tight space between our bodies. A fire started in my core, spreading outward, waves of desire and pleasure building until I reached the point of no return.
Sweet release overwhelmed me as I came. Cory’s hand caught most of it, but some ended up on my fingers too, and on the hem of his shirt.
I hugged him to me, breathing heavily as I came down from my orgasm. He tucked his head under my chin, his breath warming my neck. It felt right, holding him close, our bodies moving as one as we breathed in the silence of the cabin.
I don’t know how long we lay there, me floating on a cloud of pleasure and release after finally getting what I’d wanted for so long. But when I finally came back to earth, I realized that perfect as this night was, it came with consequences.
I was Cory’s professor. His mentor. I didn’t want to think about the age gap between us. For all I knew, we were only attracted to each other because of the shared incubus connection.
He’d asked if there would be another night. He was the one who had been pushing this whole time. And against my better judgement, I’d let it happen.
God, I’d fucked up.
Tonightwasperfect, but I couldn’t let it happen again. Cory’s safety was my number one priority. And anything physical between us could jeopardize that. Cloud my thinking. Someone needed to be responsible here, and as the older of the two of us, that job fell to me.
I leaned down, trying to find the words to tell him we had to get back to the manor, that this night could never repeat. But he’d fallen asleep again, cradled in my arms. He looked so peaceful, and I didn’t have the heart to wake him.
Tomorrow, I told myself.I’ll tell him tomorrow and he’ll understand.
I just wish I believed that.
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CORY
