Page 12 of No Way Out
“I need to get you out of here. We need to go, Camila.” He pulled the mask off, dropping it to the ground beneath us.
He had always been handsome enough to steal the air from my lungs, but with his hair disheveled from the burlap mask, there was something even more desirable about him. This new air of protectiveness he wore was enough to make me believe in fairytale happy endings.
Or had it always been there?
I thought back to every time I’d shown up to class with swollen, red eyes, how Harkins would somehow find a way to ‘make my day worse’ by slamming me with extra work and unnecessary research he suddenly had impossible deadlines for. He somehow understood that the best way for my brain to deal with what my emotions couldn’t handle was by simply distracting me with a harder task.
He’d keep me after labs for review discussions on days he knew I’d be in my dorm all alone while Noah would be celebrating a football victory with his Kappas. Fidelity from your boyfriend was never an expectation when dating a fraternity brother, and he’d somehow become my place of comfort, the one I instinctively went to anytime I had a problem I couldn’t solve myself.
Now, here he was again.
I wanted to be the one to protect him, to keep that asshole from ruining everything Demetri had built for himself at our school. Every thought melted from my mind once his hand cupped the side of my face, warm and reassuring.
I leaned into his touch.
Another piercing scream shot off in the distance, penetrating deep into my bones.
Then, silence again.
My eyes didn’t dare waver from his, pitch black in the night aside from the glimmering speckles of light that reflected the sky. His forehead pressed to mine and before I could speak, the warmth of his lips found me. My free hand gripped his chest, fingertips straining to hold on to his clothing as his tongue ravaged its way inside my mouth.
His free hand slid down my side, curving behind me as he grabbed my ass and pulled me against him. “Do you feel that?” he growled in my ear as the hard steel of his cock stabbed against my belly. “I’ve been like this since I got to taste your cum off my gloves.”
Hot lava seeped its way down to my core, forcing my thighs to clamp shut to relieve some of the need to feel his touch again.
“I want to feel you,” I whispered, sounding more like a plea.
I dropped the lantern, my hands shaking with nerves as I reached for his belt buckle using the faint flicker of the light below us. His hands stayed on me, fingers gripping my ass tightly with a bruising pressure as his other hand moved from my face to my neck, holding the side of my throat. His lips never stopped, his tongue exploring my mouth like he’d been waiting his whole life to get to know it.
A whimper caught in my throat as my hands found their way into his pants, his cock too thick, and unbelievably hard.
For me.
He pulled his lips from mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
I squeezed the base of his cock, a groan leaving his mouth as I pulled him from his pants. My mouth watered at the sight; even in the dim light, I could see the outline of how thick it was. My hand would never wrap all the way around.
I dropped to my knees, unprepared for the spiky ends of the hay to stab so viciously into my skin. I adjusted, blocking out the pain as I parted my lips and took my professor’s cock into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed, both of his hands gripping my hair tightly as I swirled my tongue around the head.
A salty bead of pre-cum trickled over my tastebuds. I moaned, savoring his taste as I licked the underside of his shaft all the way down to the base, squeezing tightly again with my other hand before I licked my way back up. I looked up at him, unable to see anything but the depth of his eyes and the dimples in his cheeks from the smile he must have been wearing.
“I’m tired of holding back, Camila,” he confessed.
There was something about the way he said it, like it was more than just about this very moment. I nodded, unsure if he could see my agreement before I opened my mouth to take all of him.
He was so fucking big, the corners of my lips hurt from spreading wide to make room for him, but I tried anyway, pulling back and licking at my lips before trying again to devour this beast.
The heat between my legs begged for release, but in the back of my mind, I was officially afraid. Afraid of the Coke can that was going to split me in half.
Fuck it, I’d die trying.
His hands pulled at my hair, forcing him deeper down my throat. I could feel the corners of my mouth splitting, tiny little cuts that would prove to be the only evidence of what we’d done here tonight.
I was reveling in the sound of his pleasure, his moans of bliss stuttering from his throat as he called my name everytime I pulled back before sucking him deeper down my throat. It was impossible to move my tongue; there was no room in my mouth with him occupying all the space, but whatever I was doing seemed to be enough.
Drool leaked freely past my lips down to my chin.
