Page 28 of Dark Ink

But he was too strong. Too consumed by me. Too desperate to throw us both off the edge. He growled against my pussy, “Come.”

That single command. That was enough to free me from sin.

My back arched off the floor, crumpled pages sticking to it, as I came. I’d never felt such an intense pleasure, such an all-encompassing bliss. My vision flashed white and I lost myself completely as Rian licked me through wave after wave of intoxicating heat.

I barely realised that my own hands were travelling all up and down my body. Palms skimming over my achingly hard nipples. Fingers tightening and releasing and tightening again around my throat. I pressed my hands down my stomach, ran my fingertips along my thighs, sucked at my pointer finger with wet pops. I didn’t realise I was doing any of this, lost in the pleasure that my body could give me, till I heard the frantic scratch of a charcoal pencil on paper.

I opened heavily lidded eyes to find Rian sketching me. It was different from last time, though he worked quickly for both. Now he had a strange urgency, like I was a sunset quickly sinking. It was different, too, this time, because I could see what he saw. I was beautiful, stunning, worthy of being captured on the page. The pleasure I’d received was something transcendent.

And I lay there, watching him, letting him capture me on paper.

So he could keep me.

So at least in one way, I could be his.

Rian

I showed up to class a full ten minutes late.

I opened the door and the quiet chatter immediately stopped. A few chairs screeched on the old wood floors. There were a few coughs, the opening of a notebook or two, a whisper here, a whisper there and then silence. I kept my chin against my chest as I crossed the short distance to the lectern. I kept my gaze away from the eager students all staring at me as I arranged my papers across the smooth panel of well-worn wood. I adjusted my pens. Made sure they were side by side. Perfectly straight. Caps all facing the same direction.

Only then did I look for her.

The dozens of faces blurred from one to the next as I searched row after row for her. She’d been all I could think about the past two days since she ran off after we got caught in the classroom across campus. She’d given me more of herself to draw. More of herself to obsess over. I’d anguished over the curve of her mouth as she came, over the exact shade of her pussy lips for hours upon hours. I’d missed work. Avoided calls from Mason, from Conor, from Aurnia. All I thought about was how to get Eithne to let me in. How to open her up. How to get close enough to her.

My only connection to her was still just the class. The one place I knew she would be. Had to be, if what she said about her major, about her goals was true. It felt like she was a vault with one door. And this class was that one door. What I said to her during this hour lecture would gain me entrance. Or lock me out forever.

The rest of the students didn’t matter. The boys and girls that my eyes moved over faster and faster as they each one after the other proved not to be her, didn’t matter. Nothing that I was about to say would be for them. It would all be for her. My Raglan Road girl. She alone would have my focus. If the others complained, then fine. I’d take a termination. I’d never teach at the university ever again in my life if it meant getting just one hour, just thirty, just fifteen minutes to speak to her without her pushing me away, without her running from me.

I scanned the top room of the lecture hall and reached the very last student there by the rear exit and it wasn’t her. I scanned the class again just to be sure, but I knew…

She hadn’t come.

She’d snag my gaze like a nail on an old sweater: tearing me in two, ripping me apart, ruining me forever like she already had. I looked once more, but it was as I suspected.

Eithne was not there.

I cleared my throat and said something like, “Today’s lesson is that sometimes life doesn’t turn out the way you thought it would.”

I stacked my papers again as a dissatisfied murmur went through the lecture hall. Fuck them. Fuck them all. They knew nothing. And they never would, no matter what I said or didn’t say.

“Oh, don’t be such fucking ba—”

I was cut off by a hand on my groin. Whatever I was saying trailed off as I looked down between me and the lectern. I immediately recognised the milky-white skin poking out from the end of a scrunched-up old grey hoodie. It was all I could see of her, the rest hidden, lost in shadow. But it was all I needed to see. Her fingers brushing against my rapidly engorging cock was all I needed to feel.

Eithne had come.

I cleared my throat and looked up to see a lot of rather confused faces watching me intently. Half the students had already begun packing up as well, seemingly having given up on me. Those were the smart ones. If I ever had any intention of actually doing my professorly duties and passing out grades, I might have noted which ones were already halfway to the door. But I hadn’t. It was hard to think when the zipper of my pants was inching down prong by painful prong.

“Is everything alright, Professor Merrick?” someone asked.

I struggled to maintain composure as I stepped a little closer to the lectern and said, “What I meant by that was that a lot of you probably thought I wouldn’t just come in here and teach a lesson, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do so…”

Everyone who had been heading toward the door nearly tripped over themselves trying to get back to their seats. The ones who hadn’t yet moved gave the others self-satisfied smirks. If they only knew I had nothing at all to say to them.

I tightened my grip on the sides of the lectern as Eithne finally reached the very bottom of the zipper. I stared up at the high auditorium ceiling as Eithne tortured me with slipping the button through the hole so carefully and so slowly you’d think she was disarming a bomb. I wasn’t exactly sure how I was supposed to put together coherent sentences while she did what I was sure she intended to do. I refocused on the words I’d written for her. But just when I got ahold of them, the button came loose and the relief of pressure in my groin made the words blur and swim away.

“Um,” I said as the awkward silence in the auditorium grew more awkward. I had to say something. Anything. Before someone came over to check me for a stroke and found a student hidden beneath the lectern with my cock headed toward her outstretched tongue. “Um…”

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