Page 43 of Crown of Thorns
“No. I’m your professor. You cannot…”
“Shut up. Drop everything and come crawling to me,” I rasp. It’s provocative and I don’t expect him to do as I say, though my dick is definitely game, hard as fuck and only barely hidden under that book.
“No.” He’s raging now, panting loudly and barely keeping it together. He wants it. Just like that time in The Black Cat, I see thick desire in his eyes. And I want to break him open, completely, beautifully, irreversibly. His eyes betray him. With barely a thin layer of gray left, his pupils are blown, dark withemotion. There’s conflict, too. Whatever tortures his mind is eating him from the inside.
“I am Louis Deveraux, heir to Deveraux Holding. My father is on the board of Saint-Laurent. And you, Professor Montague, came down my throat. You wanted me. Even if it’s officially not illegal in this country for a professor to have sex with a student, you and I both know it would ruin your career. I gave you an option, but you backed out. And you know what that means? That you saw something you shouldn’t have.”
He just glowers at me, his eyes broadcasting every single emotion. Disgust, betrayal. “You brought me there.” His voice is low.
“Did I? I don’t recall.”
He stiffens. My smirk is victorious.
Slowly, I slide the book away, exposing my hard as rock dick and heavy balls. Licking my fingers, I wrap them around my girth and give myself a lazy stroke. Noah gasps again. “Now, c’mere.”
Shaking his head, he walks toward me, but something in him fractures mid-step. His eyes flicker between rage and longing. The briefcase slips from his fingers and hits the ground with a hollow thud, like a verdict passed.
He should walk away. Every line in his body screams restraint. But it only takes a breath, a twitch, before his knees hit the floor.
No warning. No words.
Just his pride folding like paper under the weight of us.
He kneels.
It’s not a fall. It’s a choice. And it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
My cock twitches at the sight, at the power in that unraveling.
“Crawl between my thighs. Take your time. Suck my cock nice and slow.”
“You are crazy.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You’re disrespecting the rules. Not the school’s.” I lean in, voice rough with want. “Ours.The ones your knees already agreed to. The ones your mouth keeps pretending don’t exist. Come on, Professor, lose control. You’re so fucking sexy when you do. I see you want it.”
“I shouldn’t…” he mumbles, but he’s breathing hard already, shoes off and doing exactly as I say.
“I know. You shouldn’t. But here you are. Again.” The bed dips when he crawls on it. “God, baby, you are perfect. Just fucking perfect.” I grab a fist of his shortened hair and pull tight. “Look at you. So beautiful. Let it all go, Professor, you’re not the one in control here. I am, and I will take good care of you.”
He complains with a groan, his demons glaring at me through his pupil-blown eyes. They don’t scare me, those fuckers. I’m officially on a hunt, and I won’t stop until I’ve ripped them out and crushed them to utter destruction.
I should give him space. I should slow down. But my body won’t listen.
“I want to see you cry for me, Noah.” Our mouths touch. “I want to see you fall apart for me.” I lick the seam of his mouth, humming. “Open.” His lips part on a shudder that I feel all the way down to my groin. My tongue spears inside at the first hesitation he shows.
His chest heaves when our tongues meet, and I seduce him into a kiss that’s sweeter than I’d anticipated, because I missed him. Fuck, I missed him that much that I’ve been stalking him like some pathetic asshole. And though that was entertaining, I want that to be over. I want him to be mine.
When I finally pull back, his lips are wet and pink. Unfathomable emotions flicker in his eyes, emotions that are as foreign to me as the whisper of his breath on my lips. I pull him down on a feral growl, barely unable to fight my readiness. I’vebeen fucking ready ever since I set eyes on him. The moment his mouth connects with my dick, I jolt as if hit by electricity. Every line I’ve crossed leads to this. Every obsession justified. He swipes his tongue over my crown, licking up the precum that’s oozing out, and hums.
“Fuck me.” My head lolls back, but I keep my grip firm on his nape, making sure that he won’t make a run for it, not even in our current state.
He hums. “You taste so good.”
“Yeah?” I smile at the ceiling. Butterflies have claimed victory in my chest. His mouth goes back to work, taking its sweet time to discover every ridge, every patch of skin it can find.
He sighs, then takes me in deeper. Clutching the sheets, I let out an unhinged moan, rolling my hips sluggishly in search of more friction. Fuck, his touch is heaven. A hand fondles my balls, and I press my lips in desperation, not ready to show him how embarrassingly quick he’s got me falling apart. Grabbing his book, I go for the distraction. “So, stars, right?” I rasp. He smiles around my cock and I’m so fucking gone. “That won’t do.” Gripping the sheets for balance, I pull him off my cock and get up on my knees. Noah’s eyes are glassy and wild, his lips puffy. “Get comfortable, baby. Let me take care of you, too.”
He lies down on his back while I climb over his body. With my ass directly in his face, I spread my legs a bit more around his shoulders. His pants and briefs roll down his knees easily. Such a gorgeous gift to unwrap.
