My eyes close to the feel of my desire.
“Maddox,” I cry out, sliding my hands over his chest and around his neck.
I’m desperate and I know this won’t last long. I won’t last.
“God, Amber, what have you done to me,” he husks. “Cum, sweetheart, give me all your sweet sugar. Wet my hand with all your juices. Give me everything you have.”
There’s a power in making a man lose control and seeing him turn weak for me makes me crazy, stupid happy.
I buck my hips faster as he strokes my clit with the heel of his palm while his finger rims my virgin hole, teasing me. Every stroke has my walls clenching and ready.
“You have such a beautiful, greedy pussy,” he murmurs against my lips, breathing as hard as I am.
My head is spinning. Hell, the whole truck is like we’re caught up in a tornado of emotions.
“Maddox I... I’m going to cum.” I pant against his lips. I put my hand over his and buck harder and faster. The hot burn is delicious and consumes every part of my body, and for once I stop thinking and let my body take over.
My panties tighten around my hips as he pulls them back for better access. I’m past wanting him—I’m so damn hot right now I want to rip off our clothing and ride him cowgirl style.
I’m virgin tight, so when dips his thick finger into my velvety walls I gasp, suddenly hungry to feel more. To have him stretch my walls and take me like a man takes a woman.
I’m trembling against him, cursing the narrow space we’re in.
“Cum, now, Amber.” The command in his voice reaches into a part of me I had no idea existed, and my dripping, wet pussy obeys instantly.
Shock at the sudden flame of my release hitting my core has me tightening my fingers in his hair.
He’s rough, hungry like a beast, and I love how he takes control over my body. His lips crash into mine as he devours my moans, and I cum all over his fingers in the middle of our school parking lot.
Ragged breaths tear from me as he strokes over my clit tenderly, easing me down from the quick burst of my orgasm.
Still shivering, he leans in, running his nose over my pulse point and the fine line of my jaw. “Mmm…I had no idea it could be so good,” I say against his lips.
“Me? I knew exactly how sweet you would be.” He pulls his hand free and sucks his finger clean. While his eyes say he loves every drop of my girl cum on his lips, those hard lines and creases along his forehead are back front and center.
So why didn’t he sound happy about that?
I go to ask, but he must have anticipated my question because he’s buttoning my jeans and moving me off his lap.
“This never happened, Amber.”
“Oh, but it did.” And something tells me this won’t be the last time either. I’m going to make sure of it.
He’s leaning in close and reaches around me. At first I think he’s going to throw me out but he’s only pulling the seatbelt around me. With a firm hand, he takes my chin and drops his forehead to mine.
“No, Amber. It didn’t. Remember that for both our sakes.”
Damn it. Why does he have to pull away? I want the anger and frustration. The reaction. If he would only give in to his craving. There’s no one here to see. But I can see he’s already shut down and refuses to follow his through with what he wants. Me.
I know I should agree with him and not push but after having such a body-shaking orgasm under his touch I want more. The connection was real and what’s so wrong about exploring that desire if no one knows, right? It’s not like we would be doing the dirty in the middle of the campus entry.
The sound of the idling engine and the pattering of rain on metal fills the sobering silence between us. That and the burst of rapid-fire heartbeats in my ears.
He doesn’t say anything else for several seconds, just holds me there breathing the same air with his nostrils flaring as if he’s trying to make his mind up about something.
“Where are you taking me?” I finally ask when he pulls away, dropping his hands from me.
“Home.”
I purse my lips. “Uh, I don’t know if you realized it or not, but I don’t exactly have one of those right now.”
He doesn’t answer, only hops out of the truck into the pouring rain again as I look on. He’s back in less than thirty seconds with my purse and a small satchel I had of toiletries in the front seat.
“Will this do you for now?”
I nod, taking the bags from him.
Back in the truck he does a fine job of ignoring what just happened and pulls out of the parking lot.
I turn back to catch the fading view of the empty school parking lot, all my dreams of being something better than where I came from washing away with the rain.
“Don’t worry about your car. I’ll recover it tomorrow for you. Right now, you’re coming home with me while we figure out our next move.”
Home? Our? I’m not sure why he’s extending a hand to help me, but I don’t have it in me to argue and it’s not like I have a lot of friends lining up to help. None, in fact. But I do wonder at the peculiar use of the words our next move. I wonder…have I finally pushed him over the edge.
I guess I’m about to find out.
Chapter Five
Maddox
What the hell have I done? I never lose control and here I am jacking her off and drinking her sweet cum the second she’s close to me. Close. I placed her in my lap, for god’s sake. What the hell was I thinking?
I dwell on that for all of two seconds. Could be worse, I guess. I could have done it with her on my desk and legs spread wide open for me. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it every day I’ve been dean of BU.
I swing the truck around and point us east and toward my house on the outskirts of town. I take the long way around so I can get my head straight, but the twenty-minute drive isn’t nearly long enough for that to happen.
The green glow of the dashboard shows her pulling her plump bottom lip between her teeth, and up to the moment, neither of us has spoken. Part of me wants to pull over and take advantage of the deserted back road we’re on and take her right here and right now.
Jesus Christ, where the hell is all this coming from?
The answer is obvious. Her.
The bite of fire roaring through me has ignited every cell in my body. I want more of her. I can still smell her orgasm in the cab of the truck, and it has my dick fighting for release and my balls drawing up tight. It’s going to be a long ass night.
I pull into my driveway and kill the engine in a bit of a haze on how we got here. How can one little sweet thing like her cause so much inner chaos? I look at her and feel a spot in my chest warm. What the hell has she done to me?
“This way,” I say with little emotion, reaching up and helping her from the cab. She’s half my size when her feet hit the loose gravel of the driveway and when her hand settles into mine, it’s shaking and triggers a deep-seated need to calm her.
I don’t expect the overprotectiveness that grips my guts and hits me full force. A wrecking ball has more finesse, honestly. It takes all I have not to bend and pull her into my arms and tell her the world is not as scary as she may think and that she’s not alone. Not when she has me.
I shut that train of thought down fast and let my nearness to her do all the action for me. It will just have to do for both of us.
I hold the door and follow her sweet, tight young ass over the threshold of my home and turn the lock securing us inside for the evening.
Sensor lights flicker on to reveal a spacious open-style living area that seems to please her.
“I don’t have much furniture. Not a lot of time on my hands since moving here.”
“You don’t need a lot. Less is better, in my opinion. Too many people clutter their homes up with things that just collect dust.”
Her eyes are taking in everything as she turns in a slow circle. And I take in the real beauty. The thought of another man
touching her kills me, and I’m not sure where that comes from all of a sudden.
“I had no idea being the dean of a university paid so well. I might need to rethink my life goals of becoming a lawyer.” She gives me an approving smile. Her sweet, soft laugh is filled with a nervous tenor, and there goes that damn need to wrap her in a shield of armor again.
“I take it you like the view?”
When they showed me this house, I instantly fell in love with the same view she can’t take her eyes off.
Beyond the full-length windows spanning the north side of my home is a valley coming to life after a harsh northern Maine winter. Greens of every shade you can think of. Professors Elliot and Samuel, my best friends, live on the other side of the valley facing me. They’ve recently found a new shared love with a student half their age, but just because it works for them doesn’t mean it will for me. I’m not into sharing what’s mine, but that’s not what this is about. Taking someone who has barely started their life and throwing them into the deep end of adulthood wouldn’t be fair. Not in my eyes. Layer on the fact I’m the dean and we’d both be slapped with rule books. Then after that humiliation, she’d lose her scholarship and me my job.
I might be one of the youngest deans Blackthorne has seen since being established almost sixty years ago, but the fact still remains I’m sixteen years her senior.
Me, I can handle the judgment that would come down on us and the punishment in its tow, but I’d never let that happen to Amber.
She turns and comes over to me eagerly, the softness of her hair brushing over my forearms where I’ve rolled my sleeves back. She’s so close that to kiss her, all I’d have to do is lean down and take. No, claim my inner voice screams.
She raises her gaze to mine and places her hands on my chest, the wetness of my shirt making the material stick to my skin. The sides of her lips tilt up. “Like it? I honestly can’t say I’ve ever seen something so beautiful. It’s breathtaking.”
Either have I, but I’m not looking at trees right now.
Her expression lights up with a million stars in those pretty eyes and something inside me cracks.
I force myself to take a step back. “Let me show you something,” I lead the way through the sliding doors, and she follows me out onto the wrap-around deck.
Massive oaks and pines are bathed in the milky light of the moon below us but when the sun hits at high noon, that’s my favorite time. “You can see the long stretch of the river and all the nature one can take in from up here, but it’s the quiet that is the real treasure. Do you hear that? Not a horn or motor at all. There’s not a neighbor for miles around us either.” And that’s probably for the better, but don’t bother saying so. She has enough to worry about without adding nosy ass people to the list.
But I’ll sleep better knowing there isn’t a soul out there that will be peeking over any fences to take back news I just walked one of my students through my front door.
“After years in LA and now college and all the hustle and bustle, it’s hard to think that there are places like this in the world.”
My eyes meet hers. “Indeed. Come. Follow me and let’s get you warm and dry.”
I turn and lead her upstairs to the one bedroom and bathroom with a shower. This place is the perfect bachelor pad with a deck, pool—the works—but not great for guests.
“After you’ve taken a shower and are warmed up, feel free to grab some clothes from my closet. T-shirts are in the top left drawer with sweats and socks under that. When you’re ready, come down and I’ll have something for you to eat.”
Her eyes are locked on the floor with her hands clutched together in front of her.
She nods. “Ok. I won’t be long.”
I wince. Her voice sounds lost and is angel-soft to my ears. It’s getting harder to listen to the rational voice in my head telling me to keep my hands to myself. To see her bubbly spirit broken crushes me.
“Take your time. We’ll talk some more after you have a minute to yourself.”
With a dip of her lashes, she hides her eyes from me and I feel the loss instantly.
“Thank you, Maddox.”
I hiss quietly. God, those three small words from her lips might as well be grenades detonating one by one inside me. I don’t hesitate. I step in, raising her chin with a light touch and when I see unshed tears in her eyes, my arms are pulling her into my body. Her small frame melds to my larger body. Her dips and grooves finding mine like we’re made for each other.
Blood thunders in my ears, and the thought of making her forget all the bad no matter what it takes has my cock jerking with renewed need between us.
“Maddox?” She groans. Actually groans, her delicate hand resting on my back holding me just as tight.
I can feel the hammering of her heart and my lips are on hers kissing her, devouring the sadness I can sense inside her. Her hands slide down my sides and she has those perfect fingers of hers wrapping around the thickness of my cock, stroking me through the material of my slacks before I can stop her. Not that I want to. No sane man would.
Precum slips from the tip of my cockhead to wet the silk of my boxers, causing me to growl into her sweet mouth.
She takes that as a sign and has her hands buried in my hair and mine hers in the next second.
So fucking wrong and good. But all I can think about is wanting more. More of her mouth all over my body, her pouty pink lips wrapped around my pulsing cock and her swallowing every last drop of my milk down her queen-like throat. She’d suck the soul out of my body if that ever happened and has me ready to lose every ounce of control I have and shoot off in my pants. I want her young, tight, unprotected pussy sliding down every inch of my cock as I find out if her nipples are as delicious as they look.
But I can’t forget the stigmas of society which state what we are doing is wrong. It doesn’t matter what I think or how we feel, this can’t happen.
Somehow with the help of some unseen force, I claw my way out of the lust-filled haze fogging my brain. You’d be the fucking devil’s only weakness,” I say, pulling my lips from hers.
I put space between us before I lose all my control and take her on my bathroom counter. “Amber, this can’t happen.”
Her eyes are glazed over with the same desire running through me and a pretty pink flush over her cheeks.
“Professor?” She looks at me in surprise.
I scrub a hand down my face. “Shit. I’m sorry, Amber.” I stumble back and hit the bathroom door. “That shouldn’t have happened. None of it should have,” I mutter between clenched teeth.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I grit my teeth and clamp my jaw tight, my hands falling to my sides. We lock eyes, and there’s no hiding the shock and confusion on her face that I put there.
“I’ll be downstairs,” I grate out before closing the door behind me.
I need a better plan than have all that temptation at my fingertips but right now I just need to get through the night without sinking my cock between my student’s irresistible thighs and fucking her until we both can’t stand.
Chapter Six
Amber
Taboo is never a word I thought would apply to my life but after seeing the dean lose his control and kiss me again, and after feeling his impressive cock in my hands, I know there is no way either of us will walk away. Not without taking what we want. Something is going to happen between us, it’s only a matter of time. I’m sure of it.
One thing is for sure—I no longer have to wonder if he wants me. Tonight proved that fact no matter how much distance he wants to put between us.
I rinse the shampoo from my hair and savor the fresh scent. His scent. Nothing special or fancy, but I’ll always associate the smell of tangy citrus with Maddox after this.
It doesn’t take me long to work in the conditioner then lather my body. At the slightest touch, my nipples peak beneath the bubbles, eager for attention. No surprise. After feeling Maddox’s strong hands on my bo
dy and his firm lips taking mine, I’m surprised I didn’t tackle him in the middle of his bathroom. I run my hands down lower and glide the pad over my clit. I stroke the tiny pleasure nub and pant into the steamy air. I’m slick in seconds and ready for penetration, but I can’t seem to make myself reach the climax I feel building inside me. My body wants to feel the masculine touch of Maddox again and not mine.
I give up and rinse, but the hum is still there, hovering just out of my reach.
Ten minutes and I have my hair towel dried along with the rest of me. I find a brush and run it through the long tresses taking in my pink-tinged cheeks and glow in the mirror. And the nice golf ball-sized bruise on my cheek. Maddox’s eyes had a hard time staying off it.
I return the brush and make sure I leave the bathroom as I found it. There are two doors. One I don’t know where it leads to. Another room? The hall? So I take the other, which opens up to Maddox’s room bathed in warm light from the two floor lamps on either side of the room. Seeing his most personal space gives me a new excitement, and I’m surprised to see it so tidy. But what really has my attention is the large king-sized bed in the middle of the room. I know I have no right to think or feel the jealousy clawing at me, but I can’t help but wonder how many women he’s invited to his bed. I kind of like the idea of being the only one he craves and desires, fleeting fantasy or not.
“Silly,” I murmur. But still…
There’s a thick, black comforter folded back to reveal snow-white sheets. The crispness is inviting and part of me wants to climb in and snuggle.
To my right is a tall set of drawers with several bottles of cologne arranged across the top in a silver tray. I take a minute to smell then one by one.
Each is as luxurious as the last and so much Maddox. Strong, but not overbearing. Heady and lust-inducing. Or maybe I’m just hypersensitive after that soul-searing kiss he gave me. I’ve never been kissed with so much need from a man that I can still feel the humming through every cell of my body. If I wasn’t already determined to push aside all the pesky ‘rules’ he wants to keep like a wall between us, that kiss would have shoved me over the line for good.
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