Page 22 of Ruthless Temptation
But then I take a breath. It rattles my shoulders and sounds like a fucking sob. I wish the ground would open and swallow me. My stomach is filled with dread when his grip moves to my shoulders, and he peels me away from him to look at me.
Professor Holmes’ pale face is flushed. I can’t read his expression—it’s one I’ve never seen on him before. He looks like a man who has just ventured into unknown territory. I try to hide my face from him, but he won’t let me.
“I don’t want you to see me.” I finally found my voice, but wish I hadn’t. It’s weak and mousy. “I’m sorry for crying.” It sounds pathetic even to my ears.
“Don’t apologize for feeling, little one,” he says, cupping my cheek. “It’s normal to cry after an orgasm.” He leans down and licks a salty tear from my cheek. I’m too stunned to move. “I like it, actually. I’ve always loved that about you. How raw your emotions get.”
I suck in a breath, but there isn’t enough air in the room. I stare at him for a long moment.
All my life, I’ve been told I was too much. My mother told me I was too loud, my father told me I was too ambitious. When Nico raped me all those years ago, he said it was because I was too much of a tease.
The fact that anyone, especially a man like Professor Holmes, could not only like me despite butbecauseof my huge personality both thrills me and scares me. It feels like I’ve found exactly what I want at precisely the wrong time.
“Nobody has ever liked that about me,” I say softly.
Professor Holmes answers me with a kiss that’s filled with all the other words he didn’t say. I taste his reverence and adoration, and find myself disappearing into him. It might be the wrong time, but everything about this feels right.
That’s all I care about.
Professor Holmes pulls me into another hug, this one softer. He’s warm and strong and…safe.My eyes start to burn again when the thoughts hit me. I feel safe in his arms, and I’ve never felt this way before. I never thought it was possible for me, not after everything I’ve been through.
He rests his chin on the top of my head, trailing a finger along my spine. It’s a soft, sensual movement that has me curling into him more, wrapping my arms around his strong waist. I’m not sure how long we stay like that, just cuddling.
But I find myself wishing that in a romance novel somewhere, a character just like me gets to have her happy ending with a guy like him.
8
Followingour encounter in the botany building, Professor Holmes and I have met up every single day for the past week—sometimes twice for the day.
The first few times, it was in the botany building. Another time, he gagged me with his tie and fucked me over his desk during his office hours.
One evening, we even had sex in his car in the teacher’s parking lot.
We came close to getting caught that night, as the Dean pulled into the parking spot nearby while we were in the middle of things. Following that close call, Professor Holmes decided to take our trysts somewhere a little more private.
When he told me he leased a cabin a few miles away from campus for us to use, I expected something more along the lines of a rustic getaway. Instead, the cabin turned out to be a 10,000 square-foot architectural masterpiece, with a jacuzzi, a heated pool and sweeping views of the mountains and woods.
With five bedrooms and seven bathrooms, it was more than adequate.
Presently, I’m on my knees with his huge cock in my mouth. The size of him tests my limits every time I give him head, butthe practice I’ve had has made it a little easier. He’s sitting in the plush loveseat across from the crackling fireplace, his arms slung across the back.
The flickering light makes his green eyes shine, and casts warm rays over his tanned skin. He’s started taking off his shirt now, which gives me the chance to appreciate his well-toned body more. For a man of almost forty-years, he’s so much fitter than the younger guys I’ve seen.
“Fuck, you’re so good with that mouth,” his voice is trapped deep in his throat, which tells me he’s close.
I watch him from beneath lowered lashes. Each flick of my tongue and stroke of my hands has him twitching and moaning. I’m naked except for the necklace of human teeth around my neck, and I’m so aroused that I feel my wetness painting my thighs. I love pleasing him.
One of his huge hands move to grip my cheek, while the other spears through my hair. He guides me along his cock, and I take him deep, until I can feel the swollen head of his shaft in my throat.
“You look so pretty with my cock stuffed down your throat, little one,” he says.
I take him just a little bit deeper. He grumbles. I twist my hands to match the motion of my mouth, flattening my tongue and swirling it against his shaft.
He shouts a curse, and I feel him stiffen in my mouth. He pulls himself out of my mouth, and I open expectantly. Professor Holmes groans and splatters my face and breasts with thick ropes of his cum. It’s warm on my skin and salty on my tongue.
With his eyes squeezed shut, he takes a deep breath.
Seeing him like this is my reward. In the moments right after his orgasm, he’s always quiet and pensive. At first, I thought it was because he was angry. Now I can see it for what it really is. He’s overcome with emotion.
