Page 28 of Falling for Mindy

I had thought I was playing it cool saying he could kiss me, when what I had wanted to say was, please kiss me I’m dying from wanting you so bad! Then when he did, my whole body felt like I was plugged into the electrical mains or something. I tangled up in him, clung to him, kissed him back with all the passion he was showing me. As hot as I’d thought he was from the minute I saw him on the dance floor, it was nothing compared to what it felt like to be kissed by him. It went on and on. Before I knew it, I heard him whisper to me.

“Come home with me,” and I opened my eyes.

“Yes,” I said.

He led me to his car, and I climbed in. While he drove, his hand rode high on my thigh, making me tremble with excitement and anticipation. My pulse raced as he sped toward his house. I looked at his gorgeous profile as he drove, the straight nose and square jaw cast in the golden light from his dashboard. He was so handsome, and his kiss had been so toe-curlingly perfect. I couldn’t wait to get to his house, to be naked with him in his bed. Maybe this was a bad idea because he was my professor, but I wanted it so much I didn’t even care anymore about what was proper, or what was breaking the rules.

We reached his house, and he pulled me to the door and unlocked it. He drew me inside, his hands on my hips. We were all over each other. I didn’t look around. He didn’t turn on the light. It was just the door shutting behind us, his keys clattering to the floor as he swept both hands through my hair. His mouth covered mine again, and I felt how much he wanted me. A jolt of pure lust rolled through me when his thumb brushed over my nipple through my shirt. I shuddered and a sound came from his throat that was greedy and smug at the same time. He knew exactly how he was making me feel.

In seconds, he had me on a couch, my back to the cushions and his fingers unzipping my jeans and peeling them down. Shivering, my hands in his hair, I wanted all of it, everything he could do to me, every way he could touch me. His hot mouth was on the curve of my belly as I tugged at his hair, my hips lifting in anticipation. My professor was about to go down on me. Professor Kyle Quinn was going to eat me out on his sofa. I felt a zing of pleasure at the filthy, forbidden truth of that. Then the zing was burned up by something so much more powerful as his long fingers worked through the wetness between my legs, tracing the outline of my sex that was already flushed and pouting, wanting his touch so desperately.

Kyle swept one long finger down my seam, my body bowing up in response. His touch was like electricity to my spine, making me arch and jerk and roll my hips. He worked his finger in my tight hole, stroking and stretching me until I was so wet and desperate for him. He thrust another finger into me, making me ready for him, and rubbed his thumb over my clit, insistent. He made relentless tight circles over that sensitive bud. I tried to twist away from him because the pleasure was too much, too intense, but he showed me no mercy.

He fucked me with his fingers and worked my clit until stars exploded through my body, and I moaned and cried out, a long orgasm rolling through me. I was panting for breath when I opened my eyes. He drew his long fingers out of my still-clenching pussy and licked them, tasting me for the first time. It was lewd and shocking, and I couldn’t look away. It made my belly flutter to see him do it, to see how filthy he was, how he was going to wreck my body and break my heart like this.

His shirt was hanging open. I may have ripped it open and sent buttons flying. I didn’t know. I was just shaking from the way he made me come and ready to beg for more. I reached up and stroked his chest, all that hard muscle, so perfect and strong. I sat up a little and licked his abs, his chest, the way I’d wanted to since I first laid eyes on him. I looked up at him, palms on his delectable chest. He pulled me to him, crushed me against that muscular chest and held me for a moment. I felt his lips brush against my hair. Then he grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and dragged it over my head. My nipples pebbled in the cool breeze from the air conditioning. Part of me wanted to cover myself shyly, so I put my hands over my bare breasts.

Kyle got to his feet and pulled me up to stand. He gently took my palms away from my breasts and covered them with his hands instead, fondling and stroking, making my breasts grow heavy and achy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he dipped his head to take one nipple in his mouth, to roll it with his hot tongue, to scrape his teeth gently along I until I writhed with pleasure.

He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his hips instinctively. He carried me back toward a bedroom while I clung to him and he sucked first one nipple and then the other, one big hand in the small of my back. When my back hit the mattress, all I wanted was his cock inside me. It was all I could think about--my professor’s long, hard dick spearing me. I breathed hard, panting, because I was so desperate for him.

He was on the bed with me, and he crawled up my body, pausing to press hot kisses to my thigh, my hip, my belly. I grabbed the front of his open shirt and pushed it down his arms. My body curved up, and my lips pressed against his bicep, my tongue flicking at the line of a tattoo I saw there.

My brain couldn’t handle how smooth and tan his skin was, how his torso was stacked with perfect cut lines of muscle, and now there was a narrow line of ink snaking across the bulging muscle of his bicep. I almost bit him when I saw it, a spike of desire kicking up inside me, stoking that fire even more. I stopped yanking on his shirt while my eyes devoured the tattoo, the jagged outline of a mountain peak with numbers and apostrophes—geographic coordinates scrawled beneath it. I kissed his tattoo, then my mouth moved to his neck.

I kissed and licked, tasting his salty skin, thrilled by the trace of sweat at his throat, ecstatic that I had him so worked up he was sweating. I nipped his earlobe and he groaned. It was the sweetest, roughest sound I’d ever heard, and pleasure speared through me. I squeezed my thighs together, the wetness between my legs almost embarrassing in reaction to the noise he made.

Kyle shrugged off his shirt and my hands were on his back, my head tipped back as he nipped at my neck, his teeth raking the sensitive flesh of my throat. All I could do was moan because it felt so good. I lay there, arching my body into his, and he kissed my neck and collarbone, down the slope of my breast until he was mouthing my nipple again. I writhed beneath him, frantic. My body seemed taken over by a live wire that thrashed and made me whimper and moan, lost to all human speech. I couldn’t even beg him.

When he put his mouth on mine again, it was such a sweet relief. Our tongues stroked each other, mating, my hands in his hair. I loved the possessive way he palmed my thigh, the way he angled my body so the coarse hair on his chest scraped my tender nipples, and the ridges of his abs rode along the soft curve of my belly. He was as lost to reason as I was.

I saw his fevered eyes, honey gold and molten, and I kissed his lips again. The roughness of stubble along his jaw was paradise against my tongue, as his thumb brushed across my nipple, taking me higher. Pleasure bloomed in me, more and more, until I felt dizzy with it. My head fell back over his arm, my chest heaving with the effort to even draw breath. Sharp jabs of white-hot ecstasy kept seizing me until I bucked in his arms. He buried two fingers inside my pussy then, plunged them in and worked me until I came, thrashing and screaming, riding his hand and creaming all over him.

Shaking, weak from my second climax, I wrapped myself around him, arms and legs, and he held me and kissed my neck. Kyle sat back on the bed, pulled me into his lap. My thighs were spread across him, my naked breasts against his chest. I looked up into his face, awe filling me. What a lover he was, how fierce and tender and masterful. I struggled to catch my breath. Everything he had done had been for me, to give me pleasure. Now it was his turn to be burned up with desire, to feel that maddening ecstasy rip through him. I wanted him, and I wasn’t even close to finished with him. Not by a long shot.

I kissed his chin, loving this face-to-face position he’d put us in. After turning me weak and helpless and wanton, he had set me in his lap and given me power, given me the chance to guide how this was going to go. And it was going to, that was for sure. There was no chance I was changing my mind. If he thought I’d back off now that he’d made me come twice like it was effortless, then he was crazier than I felt.

I rocked against him, rubbing the fat, hard erection between us that was still covered by his clothing. I kissed his shoulders and neck, stroked his chest and his arms. I ran my fingers from his shoulders all the way down his thick biceps and his muscled forearms, until I ringed his wrists with my fingers. I raised an eyebrow at him as I cuffed his wrists with my hands. I put his hands on the curve of my ass and then reached between us to unzip him. What spilled free into my hands was way more than I bargained for—a good nine inches of dick as thick as my wrist, iron-hard and glossy at the tip where wetness was smudged. I drew a long breath, jolted by how much I wanted that big thing in me. He might rip me in two with it, and I felt a pinch of fear as well, but mostly greed to be filled by him.

I grabbed his face and made him look at me. I kissed his lips, my eyes wide open. I nodded my head, yes, made sure he knew that I wanted this, wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything. The kiss he gave me burned away everything, left nothing but ashes in its wake. His tongue and teeth claimed me, and his big hand pulled my thigh higher. He rolled me onto my back and the hard heat of him rubbed between my legs, leaving me gasping, my head going back at the alluring promise in the sensation. Without a moment’s hesitation, Kyle penetrated me, thrust half the length of his big cock right inside me. I was wet and slick, easing his way, but that didn’t change the fact that half of his length was still bigger than anything I’d ever had in me before. My body spread, stretched and then gripped him like a fist.

One inch at a time, my slickness making it easy for him, and his patience so strong, his control practically superhuman. I kept dragging air in through my open mouth, open from shock at his size, from wonder at his skill, his deliberate choice to take it slowly. I rocked, trying to get more of him inside me. I wriggled, pushed my hips forward and tried to take in more of him. He held back, stroked my face and nipped at my lips with sensuous kisses that made me tremble with arousal. I rocked on him, a smile on my lips as I kissed his cheek and his temple. My fingers tangled in his hair, and the wrench of pleasure that he dealt me every time he thrust made me pant for air.

Kyle worked his way inside me, his hand gripping my hip, dragging me down his length. He held himself above me on his forearm, his mouth on mine. I couldn’t fathom the physical strength in that incredible body, the shiver of excitement as I thought of how those intense eyes had rested on me in his class, seeming almost to regret I was there. He had wanted me from the beginning, just the same way I had wanted him.

I savored the feeling of his body joined with mine, of the forbidden thrill of being completely naked and at his mercy, of knowing the same hand that kneaded my ass and tilted my hips to so he could hit a place inside my pussy that made me scream—that was the same hand that graded my essay in class. His cock brushed a spot inside me that made me see stars. I met his eyes, and I knew mine were wide with shock. He gave me a smirk, his face so serious with concentration but with a shadow of that crooked grin because he knew now, the place to stroke so deeply inside of me.

He held my gaze, and his thumb brushed the corner of my mouth. I turned toward his hand and pressed a kiss on his thumb. His long thrusts grew uneven, and he gave it to me harder. I fisted the sheets in one hand and held on to his back with the other. I felt the heavy rolling pleasure along my spine and down in my belly. My legs went out straight and my head tipped back. He kissed my chin and my neck, and then with one long stroke that dragged the length of his cock along that sensitive place inside me, he stiffened and jolted, pouring out into me. The first liquid rush of his climax sent me over the edge. I screamed, my nails scoring his back as my body bowed off the bed in the kind of ecstasy that made everything fade to black.

When I came back to myself, I was breathing as hard as if I’d run six miles. I was in his arms, my head on his chest. I looked up at him and saw his handsome face, saw the harsh rise and fall of his chest from the exertion. I snuggled closer to him and laid my hand over his heart. He covered my hand with his and held it. Before I could think of anything to say to him, sleep dragged me under.

I stirred and woke later, cold from the sweat that had dried on my skin. I slid away from him, careful not to wake him. I hastily gathered my clothes and put them back on. I found my phone and ordered an Uber to take me back to my car. My mind was reeling. I couldn’t begin to think about what we’d done. I just wanted to go home and shower and get some sleep.

Even once I was home and the hot water poured over me while I shampooed my tangled hair, I couldn’t stop smiling. I was shocked that I’d gone home with my professor, perhaps even more shocked that he’d asked me to. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was more satisfied than I’d ever been in my life.

CHAPTER 16

KYLE

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