Speak No Evil: A Secret Society Student Teacher College Romance (The Society Book 3)

by Ivy Fox

“Do you want me?”

  God yes.

  I nod.

  He sinks his teeth into my neck from behind, sucking on my flesh as he rubs his cock on the crack of my ass.

  “How much do you want me, Em?”

  I bite into my lower lip, unable to stifle the desperate whimper that comes out. His hands go to my wet pussy, the evidence of my want right at his fingertips.

  “Answer me. How much do you want me right now?”

  “So much.”

  “Do you want all of me? This is it, Em—your last chance to tell me to stop. Tell me. Tell me you want me.”

  “Yes,” I beg, not able to fight it anymore.

  “Then you have me,” he groans before thrusting his huge cock inside me.

  “Oh, my God!” I yell, my core stretching invitingly to his huge length.

  “Almost there, baby,” he grunts, trying to go in slow, aware that his size is too much to take in all at once.

  “Don’t call me that,” I wail softly, loving how full I feel right now.

  He chuckles in my ear as he enters in further, my eyes squinting at the delicious pain of it all.

  “No, baby. Got it.”

  When his cock finally is at its hilt, we both moan out. Colt grows serious as he starts to thrust inside me, his lips latched onto the crook of my neck.

  “Jesus, this pussy, Em. If I knew this is what it felt to fuck you, I’d have done it sooner.”

  “Don’t stop,” is all the fortitude I have to say.

  Colt grips onto my hips as my nails scratch his car’s paint job to keep me steady. He fucks me hard and ruthlessly, taking weeks, months, years of frustration out on my body. All I can do is take his punishment, my teeth slicing into my bottom lip to keep me from screaming out in utter rapture. My temple falls to the car door, bending my body halfway so he can dive in deeper inside me. When he uses this position to his advantage, the head of his cock hitting that one spot inside me that has eluded all other men before him, all my futile attempts to keep quiet disappear.

  “Colt!” I scream out, my entire body shaking, threatening to explode at any moment.

  “Em,” he rasps raggedly, wrapping my hair around his wrist, pulling it back so he can eat my wails with his mouth.

  The symphony of our bodies brutishly slapping against each other only heightens my need to come undone. Unable to contain it any longer, I wail out my release, Colt’s punitive onslaught increasing my orgasm tenfold.

  “Em!” he growls just before following me over the cliff, his tongue seeking refuge with mine. He promptly turns me to face him, slamming me onto the car door and kissing me with such need, I almost combust again. When he ends the kiss, I’m left in a pool of desire.

  “Is your place close by?” he asks, rearranging my skirt before taking care of his condom.

  I nod.

  “Good. Get in the car, Em.”

  A gorgeous smile plants itself on his lips, making my whole body quiver. He takes me by the hand and walks me over to the other side of his Bugatti. He opens the door for me, fastening my seat belt and brushing his lips on mine before he rushes over to his side. We take the five-minute drive to my place in silence. The only sound I can focus on is how my heart beats erratically as Colt keeps squeezing my thigh with his hand. Once he’s parked the car on my street, he leans in to unbuckle me.

  “You really are an extraordinary woman. I’ll make sure to remind you of that tonight.”

  My heart jumps up to my throat, grabbing his wrist before he opens the car door.

  “If we do this, we need ground rules,” I tell him, trying to minimize the repercussions of this situation somehow.

  The smile he throws me is just as addictive as the man himself, a silent warning that I don’t hold a shot in hell in denying him anything anymore.

  “Whatever you need, Em.”

  The gentle way he says my name obliterates whatever defenses I have left. He gets out of the car, strutting with the utmost confidence in what we are about to do. When he pulls me gently by the hand out of my seat, hesitation digs its ugly claws back in me.

  “We’re being reckless. I’m being reckless. Maybe you should just leave, Colt.”

  “I could do that. But I won’t,” he whispers ever so tenderly, leaving just a tiny sliver of space between us. “You fought against this long enough. Just let go, Em. I’ll catch you. I promise.”

  “I wish I didn’t believe you.”

  “You’re scared,” he hushes, caressing my cheek with his knuckles.

  “Aren’t you?”

  “No.”

  “You’re young. Too young. You have youth to use as an excuse for your rash choices.”

  “Em, look at me.”

  My eyes soften as I stare at him.

  “Age has nothing to do with what’s happening here. I want you. I can’t make it any clearer than that. Now, do you still want me? Or are you going to let a little thing like fear get in the way of this? Of us?”

  “There isn’t an us. This is just sex,” I lie, wanting to kick that amorous notion as far away from me as possible.

  Colt lets out a chuckle, entwining his hand in mine and placing a gentle kiss on my wrist.

  “You’re laughing at me again.”

  “No, babe. I’m not. I’m laughing at how similar we both are. The whole ride over, I kept telling myself this is just sex, too. Guess we’re both liars.”

  My brows crease to the middle of my forehead.

  “Don’t call me babe, either.”

  The broad smile that splits his face in two has butterflies in my stomach, taking flight and turning me into a hot irrational mess of a woman.

  “Got it. No babe and no baby. Any other requests?”

  I shake my head.

  “Good. Now, are you going to invite me in, or will I be driving back to Asheville?”

  I tighten my hand around his and start walking toward my apartment building. I don’t even have to look at him to feel his triumphant smile kiss my skin. The five-story ride in the elevator cackles with nervous electricity, promising that after tonight nothing will ever be the same again. Once we’ve reached my floor, I walk over to my apartment, my hand trembling so hard I can’t even get the key in the lock.

  Get it together, Em.

  It’s just sex.

  It’s just meaningless hot sex.

  Seeing the difficulty I’m having in getting into my goddamned apartment, Colt gently pulls my house key away from my grasp, opening my door on his first try. My back flushes up against my wall while Colt takes center stage in my living room. Compared to his home, my apartment isn’t as lavish or exquisite, yet somehow he looks more in his element here, amongst my humble things, than he did in the place he grew up in. My heart drums madly inside my chest as he strolls over to my bedroom, not even waiting for me to lead him there. Like a lamb to the slaughter, I follow the sinful wolf all too willingly, counting down the seconds for his sharp teeth to sink into my skin and eat me whole.

  Colt is already seated at the edge of my bed when I reach my room’s doorway, palms faced down on either side of him, legs sprawled wide.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he praises, as his eyes skate down my body.

  My breasts feel heavy just with his lingering gaze on them, my core clenching in anticipation for a repeat of our parking lot rendezvous.

  “That outfit suits you, Professor. But I want it off you now,” he commands, chewing the corner of his mouth.

  I keep the small distance between us as I begin to unbutton my blouse. My eyes never leave his as I pull the satin material off my shoulders, dropping it to the floor, my gray pencil skirt following right behind it. I slip out of my heels, his emerald eyes sparkling as I unlatch the hook behind my bra.

  “Is this better?” I ask defiantly, letting him take in every inch of my naked form.

  “Come here.” He slaps his knee.

  I walk over to him, his greedy hands immediately reaching out and pulling me hurriedly against him
. His gaze continues to rake over my body, considering all his options, making me ache for him even more. Although I’m impatient to feel the weight of his body on top of mine, Colt seems to have other plans in mind.

  In the parking lot, the way we fucked was fast and intense. Now it’s clear he wants to savor each second, making each caress and kiss count for something, prolonging this magnetic tug and pull between us a little longer before diving in and succumbing to its power.

  And I’ll let him torture me since I’m no longer able to resist him in any way.

  I gasp out when one of his hands grips my breast, pinching its nipple with his fingers. He pulls me to settle on his knee, his mouth sucking on my tender nub. His teeth scrap over my sensitive nipple in such a way that he has me seeing stars up on my popcorn ceiling. I run my fingers through his lush dark hair, loving the feel of it on my skin. His mouth switches to my other breast, lavishing it with the same care and devotion as its twin. I’m gasping for air by the time his hand brushes up against my wet folds.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he mumbles to himself as he kisses his way from my neck up to my cheek and then my lips. I let the kiss wash away any scrap of lingering logic I may still have that tells me that what we are doing is wrong. It can’t be. Because in this very minute, all of this feels too right to be condemned. I kiss him fervidly, mimicking his hungry tongue, stroke for stroke, my core drenched with desire. He plays with my clit, adding pressure to it until he’s made sure to have me whimpering and gasping for air.

  Playing my body like his own personal ragdoll, his two brawny hands lift me off his lap to settle my legs around his waist. Colt stands up only to lay me down with care on my mattress, never once breaking from our heated kiss. I push my open palms on his chest to push him away, and he obeys my command not to come any further.

  “Take off your shirt,” I command.

  His predatory grin comes out again as he pulls himself off me and back to his feet. He unbuttons his shirt, dropping it lazily to the floor, revealing mouthwatering six-pack abs that I fully intend to lick all over before the night is done.

  “Now your pants.”

  The devious tug to his upper lip has me biting my inner cheek. I grope my breasts in each hand, captivated by the show he’s giving me. Colt pulls his pants down, black briefs with a noticeable sized bulge underneath them.

  “Do you want me to go on?” he teases.

  “Yes.”

  He pulls down his boxers, kicking them off to the other side of the room, his cock bobbing freely and hitting his navel.

  He really does have it all.

  Looks, wealth, and a cock that would make most men weep with envy.

  He strokes his steel shaft in his hand, his eyes searing through me.

  “Open your legs, Em. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

  I lie on the bed, my elbows pulling me up as I widen my legs so he can have a good hard look at what he’s made of me. He groans when I begin to play with my lower lips.

  “Taste yourself. Tell me how sweet you are.”

  I do as he says, humming in delight as I suck each finger.

  “I don’t believe you,” he grumbles. “I need to see for myself.”

  On bended knees on the bed, he pulls me closer to him, a loud wail ripping out of my throat when his mouth meets my pussy. In long hard strokes, he laps me up, my heated skin singing in utter bliss. I hold onto his hair for dear life and keep his head exactly where it always ought to be, right between my thighs.

  “Fuck,” I growl, which gets an amused snicker out of him.

  But he doesn’t quit. Only when I cum on his tongue does he slow his brutal assault.

  “Lie back, Em,” he orders.

  I crawl up the mattress with my elbows, waiting frantically for him. He looms over me, nibbling his way up my body until his mushroom head reaches my breach.

  “Condom,” I yell at him, slapping his shoulder, so he can give me enough room to open my bedside table drawer.

  He laughs, picking up a condom from my stash and dropping it next to the pillow beside my head.

  “In due time,” he taunts, sliding his impressive length against my slick folds. The crown of his cock rubs against my clit so deliciously that by the time he gets the condom, I’m all nerves and live wires.

  “Put it on me,” he orders, placing the edge of the sealed square in my mouth.

  I slice through the wrapper with my teeth and then sheath him with it. I want to taste him again, but the need to have him stretch inside me is all I can think about. When his cock pierces through, in one fast thrust, we both cry out in elation.

  “Fuck.”

  “Jesus, Em. How can you still be this fucking tight?” he grunts, thrusting deeper inside me.

  My nails dig into his shoulder blades as he starts to slowly fuck me senseless, his measured tempo making me lose my goddamned mind. His leisured thrusts added with the way he keeps kissing me with such fervor, decimate all my walls. I’ve never felt this full before. This wanted and desired.

  This is not just sex.

  This is adoration.

  “Harder,” I beg, wanting to be back on familiar ground, one that I can control.

  “Fuck,” he grunts, diving in deeper.

  All my senses are consumed with this man, as he pounds into me more than just his hard cock.

  “Harder.”

  Frustrated tears fall to my pillow, unable to keep my heart from being entangled in our reckless lovemaking.

  “Colt, please.”

  “I know, baby. I know,” he whispers, licking my tears with his tongue.

  In my tormented lust-filled haze, I don’t even have the will to reprimand him for the nickname. Grasping that this has become too much for me to take, Colt pulls my legs over my head and wraps them around his shoulders. He begins ramming into me with such drive I forget my own name, let alone the unnamed feelings bubbling inside me.

  “That’s it. Let go, Em. I got you. I got you.”

  Just as he calculated, in this position, composed thought becomes an impossible feat. All I can do with my ankles locked behind his neck is surrender to the myriad of sensations coaxed by being wholly dominated.

  The thing that finally pushes me to the point of no return is Colt’s ragged breathing against my calf, kissing it with the same passion as my lips. The loud wail that erupts from my chest vibrates through the room, my core clenching around him in a vise grip, ensuring that we both cum simultaneously. I hear Colt call out my name in the distance as he pounds into my pussy once more before shattering on top of me. The blinding light that washes over my body and soul is so devastatingly profound that in my head, I reach out to grab hold of it before it vanishes into thin air.

  And in my euphoria, all the stunning colors that took over seconds ago fade into a never-ending black.

  Chapter 21

  Emma

  I’m not sure how long I’ve slept for, but when my eyes finally slid open, the sense of inner peace still flutters through me. No longer conflicted with what transpired in my bedroom with my student of all people, I inch in closer to the crook of Colt’s neck, who is still wide awake and lightly running his fingers up and down my back.

  “There you are,” he coos once he realizes I’m awake. “You fell asleep on me, Em.”

  “Don’t sugarcoat it, Colt. I blacked out. You can say it.”

  “Nah. It would sound too much like bragging.” He chuckles, caressing his nose with mine, before kissing the tip.

  “What about you? Did you sleep at all last night?” I ask, rubbing the remaining vestige of sleep away from my eyes.

  “Not really, no.”

  “Why not?”

  “Nothing you have to worry about.” He offers me a soft smile.

  I stroke his chest while Colt moves his feather-light touch from my back to run his fingers through my hair. Needing to have a clear view of his face, I move on top of him. I purchase my chin on his chest as he plays around with a lock of my hai
r.

  “Are you going to tell me to go home now, Em?” he asks, his jade-colored eyes as clear and tranquil as a green meadow on a spring’s day.

  I shake my head.

  “Why not?”

  “You know why.”

  “I do.” He smirks. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear you say it.”

  “Because you were right. I’m done fighting this.”

  His jeweled eyes take a whole new shine to them with that same intricate feeling I refuse to give a name.

  “Hmm,” he hums, his thumb now trailing over the outside of my cheek.

  “What?”

  “I like that you’re the first face I see in the morning.”

  “Is that supposed to mean something?”

  “Does it have to mean anything for it to be true?”

  “No,” I reply softly, understanding him perfectly, all the while wishing I didn’t.

  He lets out another heartfelt chuckle, warming my insides with the sound alone.

  “How about a shower?”

  I nod, thinking that preferable to continuing this line of conversation.

  He pulls the sheet off us, picking me up into his arms and walking us over to my ensuite. He places me on my feet to turn on the showerhead, and once he’s happy with the temperature, we both slip inside. He pours some liquid soap into his palms and begins to wash my aching limbs as the water cleans last night’s sweat off our bodies.

  “That feels good,” I confess, closing my lids to enjoy his tender ministrations.

  Once he’s finished washing my body, he turns me around to face the shower tiles and moves onto my hair next, kneading my scalp until I’m so relaxed I run the risk of falling asleep standing up. The only thing that keeps me alert is his bobbing hard-on pressed against the crack of my ass.

  You can’t beat the stamina of a twenty-two-year-old, I guess.

  Once he’s finished rinsing all the shampoo from my hair, I turn around to face him.

  “My turn,” I order, switching places, so he’s the one under the falling stream of water.

  His Adam’s apple bobs furiously away as I wash every speck off his body, from his luscious dark brown hair down to his taut, hard abs to his impressive muscular forearms. Once his torso is fully clean, I go to my knees.