Page 38 of Crown of Thorns
I hate that he’s aware of it.
He has me hating myself for everything, fucking everything my body feels right now.
A desire so untamed it has me losing control.
The warm water sluicing over his skin mixes with the sharp scent of citrus and sweat, sending jolts through me that I’m barely able to contain.
Contrast the heat of the water with the cold edge of my racing mind.
“That’s it.” I pull my shirt over my head and throw it on the pants I’ve already discarded, and head for my undoing. Louis’s eyes widen when I open the glass door. Black with golden flecks glimmers at me, and he smiles, revealing that boyish grin.
“Came to punish me, Professor?”
“Is this what you want?” I snarl, grabbing him by his throat. His face turns red and it makes me fucking squeeze harder, transmitting the rage I’m feeling. “You have no right to be here. We had a fucking deal. Yet here you are, invading my shower, my home.” The water cascades down his body, dropping on his flawless skin, embracing all the dips and valleys of his muscles. I want to smack away his gorgeous grin. At the same time, he’s got me panting, unable to drag my gaze away from his handsome features, elated that he’s here, with me, bathing me once more with his all-consuming attention.
It’s flattering. Fuelling this insane hunger he has introduced into my life after years of successful denial.
“You wanted to know what it was like for me. Being introduced to your precious brotherhood.” I push his head back against the wall, then do it again for good measure. He grunts in pain but it doesn’t erase his fucking smile. Still lethal in its provocation. Still destructive in its beauty. “It was sick. All these guys making out with each other, fucking around while others watch. It’s insane, and I won’t ever come with you again. Consider me out. I won’t do it. I won’t even talk about it.” Fisting his head, I’m not sure what to do next.
Nothing can calm this rage I’m feeling, this helplessness. I hate Louis. Hate that he’s texting me every day like he cares. Hate that he’s working his way inside my life, a life that has been so well-preserved until recently, and that he threatens to force open a box that has been safely tucked away.
I can’t let him. But I can’t stop myself. Can’t stop my finger as it hungrily traces down Louis’s curvy throat, down to those sexy nipples. I take one between my fingers and twist it. My cock jerks when he groans. It’s a low rumble that promises nothing but filth. I do it again, twisting and stroking his nipple, releasing histhroat to give his other nipple the same treatment. He squirms in my hold, cock hardening until it points right at me.
“Look at you, Professor. You can’t win, can you?” His chuckle makes me see red, but before I can choke him again, he switches places. Fisting my hands, he holds them above my head, pressing them against the wall. Pressing a thigh between mine, he rubs it against my throbbing cock. We hiss at the same time.
“I didn’t think you were a quitter, Noah. One gathering and you run off with your tail between your legs. But these private classes you provide? Can’t run away from those. My father booked me in.”
“What?” My cock pulses against his wet flesh. “That’s not going to happen.”
“It already is, baby. You and I will spend a lot of time together. It will be so good.” He places soft kisses on the corner of my mouth that make me shiver. “Want me to ride you, Professor? Want to fill my cunt up with your fat cock?”
“No,” I choke. Jesus fuck. My dick jerks in reply and while there might be some restraint left, it’s not enough to refuse Louis.
“No?” He grins knowingly.
He’s a walking sin, and like this, wet and hard and offering himself like it’s the most common thing in the world, he is everything my dreams were ever made of. But I can’t take him.
Can’t forget my position.
Can’t allow myself to fall for him.
But I need more of him. I can’t…not.
“No,” I say again. He laughs when I dip my chin and latch onto his mouth. Desperation courses through me. He’s got the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted. He brings out the worst in me. He makes me lose all sanity, strips my self-protection, and leaves me a pleading mess. I want to explore every single patch of skin my mouth can find, drink him in like he is the sweetest of treats.
He lines his dick against mine, uncapping the lid of a bottle of lube that sure as hell isn’t mine. But I crave his touch, I crave it so badly. And that pisses me off.
“Come on, Noah, let’s just enjoy this moment together.” His voice is nothing but a low tease. Louis dribbles the lube in my palm and tosses the bottle to the side. Arching my face for better access, his teeth nibble on my lip.
That’s it. I’m done for.
“You just won’t stop, will you? You keep on going and going until I…”
“Until what?”
Until I lose it. I growl at him, and he hisses when I slick his already wet cock with the lube before grabbing both our dicks and pressing them together. His skin is so smooth, yet everything else is so hard and unyielding at the same time. “Why did you have to come to my house?”
“Wanted to see you, baby.” His large hand curls around my shoulders, and he presses me closer, rolling his hips against mine for more friction.
