Page 26 of Directing You
Chapter 11
Hazel
It’s just one weekend.It’s just one weekend…
I repeated the mantra over and over in my head. And I would keep repeating it until I believed it in my heart. With the way his eyes were locked onto me, intense and sexy, I wasn’t sure he believed it either.
Our attraction to each other and the obstacles in our way were bad enough when we were simply teacher and student. But now? Now that I was the lead in his workshop? An intensive with Reid Bradley that all the women in our class were clambering over each other to get? I would be ruined if this got out. My reputation, or whatever was left of it, would be shattered.
My limbs were trembling as waves of pleasure rolled down my body like aftershocks following an earthquake. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was completely naked, and he was…not. He still had on the undershirt and pants from last night.
I wiggled against my bed and tried to pull the sheet over me, but Reid caught me, seeming to know immediately what I was doing…how I was feeling.
“Hey.” He cupped my jaw, tilting my gaze back to his. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
Those jitters were instantly muted as he stared intensely into my eyes and I sucked in a sharp breath as the aftershocks of my orgasm dissipated, leaving behind an entirely different sensation. It felt like my limbs were beneath water.
I swallowed, and instead of reaching to cover myself up more, I tugged his undershirt over his head, tossing it to the side. I gasped at the sight of his bare torso. He had now seen me without clothes on more than one occasion, but this was the first time I’d truly gotten a glimpse of his body. I sat up and admired him as he continued to strip, pushing his pants to the floor. I swallowed another gasp as they slid down his muscular thighs and my eyes met his heavy cock, thick and hard and jutting out toward me, a single, swollen vein running along the top.
I licked my lips, slowly raking my gaze up his body until I met his eyes once more, lifting my brow playfully. “Professor Reid Bradley goes commando?” I whispered and it was far throatier than I intended.
Lust slammed through my body despite the fact that I’d just come. I was in awe over the amount of strength and power packed into his chest and arms. He didn’t look overly ripped when hidden beneath his clothes, but now, in the flesh? He was pure, hard muscle. Everything from his thick shoulders down to his washboard abs with grooves that I easily could have strummed like the strings of a guitar.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked, chuckling.
“You have no idea.”
He climbed over me, that tight body of his inches away, and I lifted my palms, brushing them down the strong curves of his biceps. As I got more confident, I stroked his muscles harder until finally, I scraped my nails down his back, landing at his ass and pulling his body flush against me.
We both moaned with the contact as his mouth fell to mine, tongue plunging between my lips. His swollen cock pressed against my clit and nestled into the folds of my pussy while I rocked against his length, now wet with my arousal.
He tore his mouth from our kiss, a groan wrenched from his throat as he threw his head back. The sounds of the city outside my window muted. The room grew darker, and everything faded away except for Reid and me. And this moment. With the morning sunlight streaming in through my lace curtains, edging over his sharp, chiseled jaw, I studied his face. The angle of his strong nose and high cheekbones. Sharp green eyes that fell heavily closed when he was reveling in pleasure.
He was literally breathtaking—so intensely handsome that I was worried I might suffocate.
His hand scooped into my hair, lifting my head to his, and our noses brushed, pausing before he kissed me slowly. Gently. I whimpered as his tongue slid against mine, growing hungrier, firmer, and faster.
“Condom,” he whispered. “We need a condomnow.” We were in a fury of lust and hands and limbs and lips. Without removing my tongue from his neck, I reached over to my nightstand, clumsily, and yanked out a condom from the pack in the top drawer that had been sitting there collecting dust for months.
He took it from me, tore the wrapper with his teeth, and in one quick movement, sheathed his cock.
As he positioned himself at my entrance, my throat felt thick and I dug my nails into his shoulders, gripping them hard as I trembled and panted, awaiting the feel of him inside me. Without him, I suddenly felt empty. Incomplete. Hollow.Oh, God, please…I inwardly begged.
Then, he thrust inside of me. My back arched off the bed with the movement and we groaned in unison as my knees trembled. He buried himself to the hilt, impossibly deep, stretching me, filling me.
He paused only for a moment, waiting for my acknowledgment that I was okay. Which I gave him by curling my legs around his waist and digging my heels against his ass, urging him to move inside of me.
He took the hint, and with a hiss through his clenched teeth, he fucked me, thrusting and slamming in rapid movements.
Oh my God. Stars appeared in my vision as I tilted my head back, my tits bouncing against the fast, slick rhythm he set. I forgot how delicious being fucked could be.
His cock stroked me from the inside as his hands explored my body, pinching, squeezing, circling all my most intimate areas.
It shouldn’t have felt this good—but God, it did.
Then he braced his body weight on one arm while the other gripped my hip tightly. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Let me see how you play with your clit when you think about me.”
His eyes locked onto mine, and I gave him a naughty smile. As his punishing thrusts grew faster, more erratic, I dragged my hand down between my breasts, over my stomach until I reached my clit.
