Page 22 of No Way Out
He started slowly at first, until the head had fully pushed past the tight ring of my ass.
I gasped noisily, shaking my head. “It’s too much!” I protested, but his mouth found mine.
I melted at the soft warmth of his lips distracting me as he continued to stuff me full with another man’s cock.
He stilled inside of me, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he stared into my eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been waiting for too long to tell you that.”
A tear fell from the corner of my eye, dropping down my temple. He didn’t wait for me to respond, pulling halfway out and thrusting back into me, urgent grunts escaping his throat as he got closer to the edge.
“Say you’re mine,” he whispered, a desperate sound coming from his throat as he used my pussy for his pleasure. “Say you’re my dirty little whore, using a dead man’s cock to make you come.”
“I’m yours. I’m yours,” I offered back, my voice breathy, shaky, like this promise would mean so much more than just tonight.
He moved in and out of me, setting me on fire from the inside out, my pussy drenched, a dripping mess stretched over his fat, veiny cock. His mouth pressed to me again, his tongue dancing with mine as he held me tight, my body seizing in one, final orgasm. I felt his hand press over my mouth to muffle out my screaming, my cum gushing out of me in a force so powerful, it pushed him out of me along with Zeke.
He chuckled, fisting himself a few more times, his cock coated in my cum, entering me only halfway before he spilled his release inside of me.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, his cock jerking in and out of me still, like it had a mind of its own.
I laughed, unable to do anything else with my spent body as he wrapped his arms around me and rolled us back over to his cloak on the ground. It wasn’t much, but this hay was unbearable, and anything would prove to help protect against it.
Demetri pulled me into his side, where I draped one leg over his, and we stayed frozen for a moment in time, staring at the stars.
“I just fucked my professor,” I whispered, like I was telling him the biggest secret of my life.
His response was a crooked smile, but he didn’t turn his face to look at me yet.
“Don’t think this means you don’t owe me that thesis.” His voice was deep and authoritative, but I could hear the playfulness behind it.
He finger-walked his hand down my belly and across my hips before sliding down between my legs again, the shreds of my panties provided no barrier as he scooped his cum dripping out of me and pushed it back inside. My breath hitched, my thighs squeezing together as if to help.
I smiled the biggest most genuine smile I’d probably let out in three years. Dropping my ear to his chest, I let the soothing melody of his heartbeat calm me down. It felt like an hour, though probably only a few minutes had passed, when all the blood and cum began to dry over my skin and itch like a fucking nightmare.
Dark haired girls were normally blessed with extra body hair, and I wasn’t going to be able to just pick or rub this shit off of me unless I was going for a wax-job.
“I guess all good things must end.” He let out a sad smile, coming to a stand before extending his hand to help me up.
We brushed the loose hay off, knowing it was the only thing we really had control over now.
It was time to face the music.
Time to go back to reality.
“Whatareyoudoing?”I watched from a few feet behind as he took a lighter from his pocket and held the flame up against Ezekiel’s clothing.
“Fixing this,” he said with little inflection, as if there was a part of him that had been activated to take care of moments like these.
Like this was something he was good at.
He moved around the corpse, letting the flame touch everywhere it could so the fire could build as fast as possible. Within seconds, Ezekiel’s entire body was up in flames, the smoke becoming too heady for us to stay in that segment of the maze.
“We need to get the fuck out of here,now,” Harkins commanded, his tone of authority much like the one he used in his class. It always did something to me.
Even more so now that I knew what he felt like inside of me.
He grabbed me by the hand, fingers wrapping tightly between mine as he pulled me through the maze. There was no confusion in the way he moved, knowing which turns to take and which ones to avoid. I’d recognized so many of the landmarks from when I wandered the maze, lost and desperately hoping for a way out.
That’s when I realized how clean the maze was, how he had pulled the bodies out of sight, deep into the corn. For me.
