Page 28 of Student Seduction
His mouth came down onto mine and I was lost in a swirling sea of lust and need and confusion. His lips were firm, but soft. The entire kiss was a contradiction. Rough, penetrating strokes of his tongue, following by gentle closed mouth kisses that turned back to nipping, biting. Giving and taking. Soft and hard, in equal measure.
Like him.
He tasted so good. Sweet like sugary gum and minty as if he’d brushed his teeth or used mouthwash recently. The deeper he kissed me, the faster the world spun around us.
His hands gripped below my ass, the sting of Derek’s assault nearly forgotten, and lifted me from the ground. I wrapped my legs around him and held on for dear life.
He pulled his mouth away, leaving me gasping for breath far too soon.
More, I wanted much more.
“I know what you need. Get in the back.” He opened the door and sat me inside as if I weighed nothing.
I climbed in the backseat of my history teacher’s Jeep without hesitation. There was no time to think. I cut off communication to my brain and forced my body to function and do what it was told.
I heard him toss his gear behind the seat just before he climbed in beside me. His strong hands reached for me just as I launched myself at him. I was wet and throbbing, adrenaline fueling my body, causing it to run a million miles ahead of my brain.
All my mind could process wasthis is happening, this is happening, holy shit, this is really happening.
For a split second, Aiden’s eyes met mine and the full weight of what we were about to do, the line we were about to cross, slammed into us both.
Shadows of doubt clouded his gaze.
It was the moment where I could put the brakes on this. Where I could remain safe from whatever the aftermath of the oncoming onslaught would be.
There were two clear paths I could choose and he was waiting for me to make the choice—reigning in his own need to be sure we were on the same page. I took a quick glance at the two roads dividing before me. The one where I handed over everything I was and risked him shattering me into a million pieces. And the one where I didn’t, where I laid in bed tonight wondering what if.
The second road would be smarter. Safer. Easier.
I reached for him instead.
With a growl of appreciation, he took my mouth again.
At some point, we worked together to removed my jeans. With them, came my panties. While his tongue explored my mouth, my neck, and my breasts, his fingers grazed my bare thighs, causing me to jerk violently against him. I moaned loudly as he slid his hand up my clit, back and forth against the heat inviting him inside. Muscles constricted inside me, muscles that were strong from wanting, from clenching on emptiness so often.
When his fingers plunged inside I made a noise that was new to me. Half pleasure and half pain, he pulled back and I thrusted forward to get more.
“Please,” I begged, unsure of what exactly I was begging for. There was a delicious pinch of pain but beyond that, a promise of intense pleasure like I’d never known.
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know. Just please. More. Don’t stop. I need…” My voice was desperate, low and breathy. Foreign to my own ears.
“Shhh. I’ve got you. I promise.” His warm hands radiated heat as they spread my thighs open wider.
I watched wide-eyed and awestruck as he folded himself into the floorboard and lowered his head. When he placed his mouth between my thighs, I flinched at the contact of his warm, wet tongue against me.
He used his left hand to hold me in place, while the other hand stroked and dipped inside of me. Once my body relaxed a little, he licked me again. Gently at first. Tender and tentative until I was aching for more friction.
“Damn you taste good.”
All I could manage in response was a moan.
His expert fingers began what felt like a pulling motion while his tongue circled, stroked up and down then left to right, and teased me relentlessly. The pressure built to a combustible point and I finally understood what he was pulling from my willing body.
My orgasm hit like a category five hurricane, rattling my teeth and turning my bones to jelly.
I heard noises, mine and his. Mewling. Growling. Pleading. Thanking.
