Page 23 of Learn Your Limits
The man who wasn’t my professor.
His eyes flick between mine as his brows furrow, seemingly fighting an internal battle. He’s at war with himself; he wants me as much as I want him. I can see it in the way he looks at me, feel it in the way electricity fills the air whenever we’re alone, but he refuses to give in. He’s set on torturing us both, and though I understand his reasoning, I fucking hate it.
With a heavy sigh, I press my hands to the wall and begin to push myself up, resigned to leave here an even bigger mess than when I came in. But Milo’s hand is suddenly at my throat, forcing me back as a whimper escapes me. He closes the remaining distance between us with his body, his lips crashing into mine, taking me by surprise.
My heart jolts in my chest, electricity zapping across every inch of my body. A soft gasp escapes me as his tongue swipes at the seam of my lips, and I moan from the sensation. Milo’s tongue traces mine, claiming every inch of my mouth with his touch. When his teeth sink into my lower lip, I’m fucking gone. My hands are immediately at his waist, pulling his body against mine.
I want him to feel exactly what he does to me.
His lips devour mine in a heated frenzy, built-up tension and desire finally exploding into an all-consuming kiss that sends spark after spark of electricity directly to my heart. Kissing a man, kissingMilo, is nothing like I imagined. It's so much more. The scrape of his facial hair, the grip of his strong hands, the way his body presses into mine—all of it sends a fresh wave of arousal zipping through my veins.
I'm burning up from the inside, the fire quickly becoming a blazing inferno.
With every swipe of his tongue, another pulse of heat flows straight to the base of my spine. Pressure builds as I roll my hips forward, grinding into his while his hard cock rubs against my inner thigh. My grip on him tightens as I desperately try to pull him closer, but there’s no room. His body is as close to mine as it can possibly be without him beinginsideme. The thought has pre-cum beading at the tip of my cock, seeping into the thin fabric of my shorts. Another groan emanates from my chest when Milo breaks the kiss and looks down between us, resting his forehead against mine.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need and use my body to make you feel better,” he rasps. I slip one hand between us, aching to feel him, but Milo catches my wrist and pins it to the wall. “No,” he snaps. He doesn’t elaborate, but I know he’s desperately trying to maintain some semblance of a boundary between us.
My mind is racing with all of the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this. He’s my professor. He’s fourteen years older than me. I have no clue what I’m doing. My father would be pissed. Milo would lose his job if someone found out.
None of those reasons are enough to pry my body away from his.
Tilting my head, I claim another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip as I grind into him, frantically seeking the heated contact and friction only he can provide. Milo’s hands move to grasp the globes of my ass through my shorts, groaning into my mouth as he pulls me impossibly closer.
I want to come. No, Ineedto come, my body practically demanding it.
I don’t fucking care that we’re in his office. I don’t care that someone could hear us. I don’t even care that he hasn’t actually touched me.
None of that matters right now.
Milo is holding me and kissing me and pressing his body into mine, and it's everything I've wanted for weeks.
Reaching up, I card my fingers through his dark hair, holding his mouth to mine as the tension building at the base of my spine becomes unbearable.
“Milo,” I choke out, breaking away from the kiss just enough to whisper the words against his lips, my orgasm dangerously close to the surface. I roll my hips, feverishly rubbing my cock along his through our layers of clothing. “Milo,” I try again in warning.
“Let go for me,Muñeco,” he groans, the nickname slipping off his tongue. Lowering his mouth to my neck, he begins to trail heated kisses along the sensitive area, nipping and licking at my skin as though he's trying to memorize the way I taste, the way I feel. It sends me over the edge as my release rushes to the surface.
I moan as my climax takes hold, falling forward to muffle my cries into the crook of his neck. Stars burst behind my eyes, waves of ecstasy rolling through me as my release coats the inside of my boxer briefs.
My breaths are coming out in quick pants as I fight to come down from the euphoric release.Holy fucking fuck. If he can do that to me without even touching me, I can't wait until I can finally feel his body on mine without clothing separating us.
“Reid...” he starts, and the tone of his voice has my spine straightening against the wall. I press my hands to his chest and gently urge him away from me, suddenly feeling like all of the air has been sucked from the room.
I can't breathe.
The way he said my name. The tone of his voice. He’s going to say this was a mistake, that it shouldn't have happened, and I refuse to stand here, listening to his lies.
“I have to go,” I mutter, slipping around him and adjusting my clothing as best I can. Not even the blooming stain on my shorts can keep me in this office right now. I unlock the door before my hand pauses on the handle.
I can't believe that just happened, that he finally allowed his walls to crumble, took control of my body, and kissed me as though those stolen moments were all we would ever have.
He finally kissed me.
I need to get out of here before he utters some bullshit apology. I need to leave before I say something stupid or risk propositioning him for more.
His defeated sigh hangs in the air behind me, but I don't bother to glance over my shoulder before turning the handle and slipping out of his office.
Chapter twenty
