Hidden Skeletons 2 (Dark Wagers) - Page 4

“I’m a mess.” It hit me that I was still all dirty.

“I made you messy like that.” He grabbed my ass hard. “So, I’m glad.”

It was honestly impossible for me not to lose my mind as I stared in his eyes. That dark, hooded passion was intoxicating. He liked me, he really liked me. So much so that he was willing to risk everything for me.

I didn’t think anyone had ever cared about me that much before.

I kept my eyes on his, needing that feeling to keep me going as he pressed down on my shoulders and lowered me to my knees in front of him. Seemed he didn’t just want to cum on my ass today.

He didn’t need to tell me what he wanted—we had that intrinsic bond so I could just tell. My trembling eager fingers played with his zipper until his trousers fell apart and I could tug him free. He was hard for me; clearly he really did still ache for me just as I did him.

Maybe other people wouldn’t understand this connection that we had, but that was okay, because I got it just like Brandon did. A bond like this was worth risking everything for.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you look there on your knees,” he groaned as he knotted his fingers up in my already messy hair. “Goddamn it, I need you.”

I was ready, as he tugged my head to him, and I had my lips pursed out ready to kiss his tip. I wanted to taste his most sensitive part first, to feel his need for me.

Sweet and salty, just as I knew he would be.

It wasn’t enough though. Brandon needed more, so I parted my eager lips and let him slide between them until he hit the back of my throat. He held me there, our eyes locked in on one another, until I had to tug back ever so slightly so I could breathe.

But I didn’t want him to be disappointed.

I didn’t want to upset the professor.

So I circled my tongue around him, tasting every inch of him as I lifted my head back, before plunging him in deep once more. A pattern I repeated until I felt his thighs stiffen and I knew I was driving him closer to the edge.

I stroked my hands up his legs as I followed the movements he wanted, as he showed me by guiding my head. I wanted to explore this man, every part of him, especially the parts Professor Wilson likely didn’t show to the rest of the world. I barely even knew where I was going with this until my fingers, practically on their own accord, starting grazing over his balls.

The sensitivity was a lot for him, I could see that, and I liked it. I felt like I had all the power over this man, like he was sitting in the palm of my hand, and that was where he would stay until he lost all control.

Honestly, what the hell was I even worrying about before? Who the fuck cared what I looked like walking around the campus? When I had this man here with me like this, nothing else mattered.

“Fucking hell, Christine, you sexy bitch,” he spat out, each word filled with passionate vitriol. “I want to fuck your mouth all day long.”

He pushed me back a little until my head was resting on the bed and he loomed over me. With his palms gripping onto the sheets on either side of my head, he really got up the momentum he needed to fuck me, to the back of my throat, over and over again until everything shifted and changed.

The brand new dizziness brought with it a heat in my throat, a warm salty liquid dripping down me. But not content with simply spilling inside my mouth, he yanked out to cover my cheeks and chin with his last few jets.

I really had been claimed by the man now. He had staked his claim all over.

“Fuck me, you are sexy.” He bent down to kiss me, not caring that my lips were covered with him. “I wish I could stay here with you all night.”

“Why can’t you?” I murmured suggestively back. Better a night with him, exploring him and learning more about myself along the way, than a night of loneliness and self-doubt.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be caught in your room, do you? Much as I want to hold you all night long, we’ll both lose everything if I do.” The crushing disappointment must have shown in my eyes. “Hey, but I can take you out for a date this weekend, if you’d like? We can risk that? If you can survive until then.”

I lifted myself up so I could kiss him back. God I loved kissing him. It made me feel so special.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to,” I confessed. “But I’m willing to try.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised, his words tingling all over me.

“I bet you will.”

And then, with one last kiss, he left. He was gone as quickly as he had appeared, like a shadow in the night, hopefully with no one else seeing him. Leaving me all turned on, a little bit confused, and in desperate need of a shower.

What just happened?

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