Page 11 of Broken Truths

And there’s that little bit of fear, too. Will someone hear? Anyone could look over and spy us. What if a colleague or student knocks on the door? It all adds to the mix until I can feel my orgasm hovering just out of reach.

As if he can read my body, he releases my stomach and hair and grips my breasts, squeezing while he continues to stroke inside me in a flurry of movement.

“I’m going to come inside you. You milk me so fucking good.”

He punctuates his words with the slamming home of his cock.

“Are you going to come for your professor? Are you going to be a good little girl and take all of me?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. My pussy reacts to his words, tipping over the edge. He quickens his pace, and it’s like I’m hanging on the precipice for a few long moments, taking in crash after crash of pleasure.

Just when I think I’m almost done, he empties himself inside me with a howling groan that sends aftershocks through my body—tantalizing teases that make me wish it wasn’t over.

I slump against the desk, and he follows after, his heart beating like mad against my back. “Fuck me,” I whisper. I have no recollection of any noises I made or thoughts I screamed but my voice is a little raw. “That’ll never get old.”

He moves, and I sigh in response as my pussy tries to clench onto him again. “Mmm,” he moans, then pulls out of me. I don’t have time to mourn the loss of him before he has me turned and lifted onto his desk again, a firm hand between my breasts and lowering me back onto the wood. He picks my legs up by the ankles and then guides my knees to the hard surface.

His open shirt shows off his muscular chest. The gleam in his eyes as he takes in my pussy makes me squirm. “I like looking at you after you’re freshly fucked. Whether it’s me or Oliver or Leo…”

The reminder of my other two boyfriends makes my core clench in need. Alaric lowers his mouth to my clit, and I stiffen before he swirls his tongue around my sensitive flesh. His chest rumbles. “We taste good together…you and me.”

My gaze darts out the window. The two of us standing together was one thing. We could’ve explained it away, but now my professor is eating me out while I’m spread over his desk, and I’m not so sure there’s an excuse in the world that could make this go away.

I like the wrongness of it. I like the fear and the trepidation, but overall, the thought that we shouldn’t be doing this. Not on school property. Not with my professor. Definitely not when he just fucked me so hard and now he’s tasting his cum in me, too. I want to ask him if he’s sure he wants to, but on the other hand, I don’t want him to stop. Plus, Alaric Barclay is a big boy, he can make his own decisions, and I certainly don’t need to second-guess this one.

I work my fingers through his dark brown hair, pulling him down. “I’m horny again, professor. Grade me?”

He mumbles out a curse, then grips the side of the desk as he devours me with his tongue and lips. My thighs tense, squeezing his head, yet he still doesn’t stop. I make myself pull them back to the hard surface while he works me over again and again, sucking my clit into his mouth with a delicious bite of pleasure.

I start to shake uncontrollably. The pleasure is almost too much to take in. The sensations coursing through me are short-circuiting my body’s normal functions until my body lives for Alaric’s tongue. Every short flick. Every long drag. Every cell that makes up that skilled flesh and muscle.

My body drives toward the precipice, and his name flies out of my mouth. “Alaric.”

He groans into me, and I come apart under his mouth. Rolls and rolls of pleasure expend from me until I’m breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling, my lids fluttering closed.

Alaric rests his head against my stomach. “You passed with flying colors, Astor. As always.”

4

Eden

When I step out of Alaric’s building, I immediately spot one of Oliver’s Mini Coopers in a nearby parking lot. It sticks out amongst the other cars, kind of like the owner itself.

Despite just being warmed straight to the core, the icy weather freezes me a little more. I burrow down in my jacket and make the trek across the open area, forging my own little path until I hit the plowed pavement of the parking lot and Oliver steps out of the rear of the car.

I bend to find James at the wheel, facing straight ahead, his hands firmly on ten and two. A lot of times, I wonder what Oliver would do without him.

“How’s the professor?”

Oliver’s question takes me out of my reverie, and I meet his thoughtful stare. There’s no jealousy there or spark of betrayal. There’s just concern that lights his gaze. I shrug as he moves out of the way, allowing me space to slide across the back seat. “He’s worried about going back in.”

“Of course he is,” Oliver states. “Leo’s the only fucked-up one who’ll enjoy it.” I don’t react to his words, and after they hang between us, Oliver sighs. “I’m bloody trying. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I am.”

I scoot closer to him as James pulls away from the four spots he was taking up. Automatically, Oliver moves his arm around me and secures me to his side. “I know you are. Are you okay?”

He smiles, his lips barely tugging upward. “What’s not to be okay about when the girl I’ve loved for years decides my dick isn’t enough for her?”

My heart seizes like the chill has finally gotten to it. Slowly, I peer up at him to find him smiling wider. I don’t think what he said is funny at all. “Oliver…”

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