“That’s for being evil when I was trying to be so good.”
Oh, God. I felt a surge of wetness between my legs and gasped. He leaned over, covering my body with his, and pushed my hair to one side to kiss the back of my neck. I could feel his arousal at my ass, even through the jeans he still wore. His hot breath sent a shiver through my body.
“You liked that, didn’t you? I’ll remember that.”
Then suddenly he straightened, and cool air hit my body. His fingers slipped under my G-string, and he dragged it down my legs until he was kneeling with the material at my feet. “Spread wider.”
He dipped down and came up with his mouth directly between my legs. I whimpered and hoped my knees didn’t give way as he buried his entire face in my pussy. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate and rough. He sucked hard on my clit and lapped at my arousal like I was his last meal and he was starving. I felt my orgasm build faster than it’d ever happened before, and I thought I might not be able to maintain my balance.
“So fucking sweet…” Caine groaned. “So fucking wet for me.” He pushed two fingers inside, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
I moaned. “Caine.”
He pushed in and out. “So fucking tight.”
“Caine.” My cries grew desperate. “God, Caine.”
He answered by standing and leaning over me again. The hand that wasn’t inside me pulled my face to the side, and his mouth crushed to mine. His fingers never stopping, his tongue joined in unison. It was all so fast—too much. His hard-on pushed against the hot spot his hand had left on my ass, his fingers moved inside of me, his mouth, his tongue, his smell—all of it. My orgasm hit me violently, a series of whimpers swallowed by Caine as he kept going and going until I could barely breathe.
We both panted wildly, him still bent over me. Every breath tickled the goosebumps that had formed under the sheen of sweat on my skin.
“You okay?” he asked.
I answered with a goofy smile. “Oh my God, yes. Never better.”
He chuckled. “You want to finish against the wall or in your bed?”
“Finish? I thought I already did.”
“No, Feisty.” He stood and scooped me into his arms. “You’re just getting started.”
If that was the truth, I was a little scared, because what already happened had totally kicked my ass. He must’ve read my mind.
Caine kissed my lips as he cradled me in his arms. “Bed. We’ll give your legs a rest.”
I liked that choice. Leaning my head against his chest I let him know. “I can definitely use a rest.”
“I said your legs were getting a rest—not the rest of you.”
Rachel
I leaned up on my elbows, enjoying the show.
Caine caught me watching and smirked. “You know, you could help me out a little and undress yourself while I’m getting undressed.”
“But I’m enjoying myself just fine watching you.”
He shook his head and continued to unbutton his shirt. His jeans were unfastened and had slipped down a bit on his narrow waist. My eyes were glued to the deeply carved V on display as he finished and tossed his shirt to the floor.
“You should teach with no shirt on.”
“I’m sure administration would like that.”
“They’d like the increase in enrollment from all the women who would transfer from colleges with ugly, old professors.”
“Is that so?” Caine’s lip twitched, and his hand went to the zipper of his pants. He tugged them down and stepped out. My eyes dropped to his boxer briefs—or rather to the thick bulge on full display. I knew he was watching me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Since I was enjoying the show so much, Caine must’ve decided to really give me one. His hand wrapped around his thick arousal, and he stroked up and down through his underwear.
“If I’m going to teach shirtless, I might as well leave off the pants, too.” He squeezed, and when I looked up at him, our eyes met.
I swallowed. “I think just no shirt would be better.”
“Oh yeah. Why is that?”
I licked my lips. “Because that’s mine.”
Caine’s wicked smile said he liked that comment. He hooked two fingers into either side of his boxers and bent to step out of his underwear. His thick cock bobbed high onto his stomach.
“Jesus Christ.” I thought I’d only thought it, but apparently I said it out loud.
Using his teeth and one hand, Caine opened a condom I hadn’t noticed he was holding onto and sheathed his length before raising one knee to climb onto the bed.
“Don’t worry. We’ll go slow. That re-virginized pussy will be sore tomorrow, but only from multiple rounds, not from me taking you too fast. Now, let’s get you out of this dress.”
Caine took the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. With my underwear long gone, I was left in only my bra and shoes. Reaching around, he unhooked the clasp with one hand. Tomorrow I’d probably obsess over the fact that he had more experience removing a bra than I did, but right now I was only grateful he didn’t waste any time fumbling.
He leaned back to take me in. “You’re beautiful.” He cupped one of my breasts, stroking the nipple with his callused thumb. “These tits. They’ve been making me insane for weeks. I can’t tell you how many times I lost track lecturing when I looked over at you and saw them poking through your shirt.”
His mouth lowered to my breast, and he lashed it with his tongue before sucking my nipple deep into his hot mouth. He looked up at me as he licked and nibbled, our eyes locked while he took in exactly what caused different reactions. Caine’s intense attentiveness was finally making me squirm for much more enjoyable reasons.
Cool air hit my hardened nipples as his mouth moved up to my neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin below my ear while my hands explored his body. When he bit down on my earlobe at the same time he pinched my excruciatingly hardened nipple, I dug my nails into his back.
Caine groaned. “We’ll get to that later. Once I’ve broken you in, we’ll explore how rough you like it. I bet you’ll like your hair pulled while you’re on all fours with a red ass and my cock filling this sweet little pussy.” Caine’s hand lowered, and he ran two fingers over my slick center before dipping them inside. “Soaked. You like the thought of that, don’t you?”