Page 102 of Love, Academically
“Hi.” There was something about this Rhys – with his eyes growing darker and the way the muscles in his jaw tightened, looking all hard-edged and dangerous standing in her soft, cosy, colourful office – that was insanely attractive. She couldn’t help but notice how his grey trousers and crisp white shirt completely contradicted the shabby, tasselled cushions piled on the sofawhere he’d held his seminars, and yet he didn’t look out of place. His presence was electrifying.
His eyes leisurely traced from her eyes to her lips, then lower, caressing down her neck, across her collarbone to her breasts. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, and she swallowed, her breath turning shallow. This man, with his dark, hungry eyes, was making heat coil low in her belly and her nipples harden against her lacy bra.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
Rhys let his gaze linger on her chest, lips turning up in a smirk because he could obviously see how turned on she was, and just by him looking at her. This man was seduction itself, and she felt desired and worthy, a heady combination that made her feel flushed and beautiful.
“Looking at you.” His voice was smooth and low, muscles in his jaw flexing with restraint. “I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything this morning.”
Lila swallowed heavily. “Oh?”
“Emails, marking essays, my Fellowship application, prepping for my meeting with Professor Painter,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “Not dealt with any of it.”
“Why?” It was little more than a wispy breath.
He closed the door to her office with a soft click and prowled forward, steps slow and measured, his erection bulging hard against his trousers, and oh my God, that was all forher. Being the object of his obvious lust heightened the tightness in her belly and the heaviness in her breasts. She squeezed her thighs together.
“Because I know you’re here, wearing that sinful green bra that barely holds your tits in, and I’ve been thinking about all the ways I could make you come.” He stopped half a step from her, resting one hand on the filing cabinet behind her, and the other on the windowsill, caging her in. He bent closer, and she wassurrounded by his masculine scent and it was all she could do not to bury her face in his chest and huff on him like an addict.
“Rhys,” she started, but her voice trailed off when his hot breath puffed across her neck. This was dangerous, his filthy words making her so hot, desperate for him.
“I could work my way under that long skirt, push your knickers aside and fuck you with my fingers,” he whispered, lips just a fraction from the burning skin of her neck. He held himself back, deliberately staying just a breath from her, waiting for her to come to him. “Or, I could bend you over the back of the chair and make you come on my cock.”
Oh my God.
A raspy, pleading noise came from her throat and she pressed her thighs together harder.
“Someone could come in,” she breathed. Rhys trailed his nose up her neck, leaving a trail of delicious shivers in his wake.
“There’s no one there, it’s lunchtime. And I don’t care,” he whispered, pressing hot kisses to her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access, and threaded her fingers in his hair. He didn’t care, and she wasn’t sure she did either. “I don’t think it would take much, would it? You’re already wet for me.” It wasn’t a question.
Yes. Wet and ready for him.
“I—” she started, but the words wouldn’t come.
“It wouldn’t take me long, I’ve been thinking about your pussy all morning.” He pulled back to look at her, desire vibrant in his eyes.
He hadn’t been able to concentrate because he had been thinking abouther, and that made her feel beautiful and powerful. She reached for the button of his trousers, and he hissed out a breath. Slipping her hand inside his boxers, she gripped his hard length, sliding her hand up and down. Hisjaw muscle pulsed and his eyes fluttered shut briefly, the arms caging her in shaking with tense control.
“Bend me over the back of the chair,” she breathed across his lips and his eyes snapped open, darkening with primal need.
He grabbed her waist, spinning and pressing her against the chair. Lila moaned as he pushed up her skirt, hands shaky and urgent against her skin. Rhys cupped the hot wetness between her legs and the noise she made was more animal than person.
“Lila, you have to be quiet,” he ground out, pulling her underwear to the side and swiping his fingers through her sex, and she bit her lip, hard. “Fuck, you are so ready for me.”
There was a tearing of a wrapper and a quick fumbling behind her, and then he was back on her, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. She pushed her hips back, desperate for him. It took one thrust for him to be deep inside her, and the delicious stretch and fullness of him was nearly too much.
“Fuck Lila, you take me so well,” he rasped as he withdrew and slammed back in. This wasn’t slow and sensual, it was hard and fast, his fingers digging into her hips, driving into her faster and faster. The moans she was trying so hard to keep in became louder, and she couldn’t bring herself to care because the heat of her orgasm was building so quickly, so intensely.
“I fucking love the sounds you make,” he said through panting breaths, “but I’m going to cover your mouth. You want me to stop, you tap my hand.”
She nodded and his strong hand closed over her lips. His other arm wound around her hips, dragging her back towards him so he could get deeper, the wet noise of flesh on flesh the only sound other than their harsh pants. Even with the submissive position she was in, the hand over her mouth, him taking and taking, she felt safe and in control. She had the power.
“Give it to me, come on my cock.” His voice was low and strained.
The danger of being caught, the eager, frantic pounding of his cock and his words brought her to the edge, and one more deep thrust had her clenching hard around him, her cry muffled by the hand clamped across her mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed, driving into her one final time, before collapsing over her, his hand slipping from her lips. “Fuck, Lila. You are so good.”
