Chapter 19

ANYA

He didn’t need to command me because my knees spread on their own, inviting him to take the space between them. His mouth brushes mine again before pressing onto it a hard kiss.

I melt instantly, my body meeting his as our mouths collide in hunger. The kiss between us is sloppy as my hands fist his shirt, deeply creasing the ironed white fabric.

His hand moves from my throat to the back of my head, its thick digits curling around my strands as he tilts my head for a better angle of access. The taste of him—bitter and sweet all at once—floods my tongue, uprooting my senses and sending chills down to my very toes.

We kiss needily, our bodies bucking against each other in a perfect rhythm as the sound of our mouths working together fills the silent room. My need for him rushes right to my clit, causing my arousal to soak my lace G-string and drip down my legs.

Dimitri tears his mouth away, his breaths heavy as he presses his forehead to mine. “You’re anything but available, Anya,” he rasps against my lips. “~You’re mine~.”

“Prove it.” My challenge makes the corner of his lips twitch.

His fingers rake up my outer thighs and curl around the waistband of my panties. Keeping his eyes on mine, he peels the damp fabric off my body, but because my legs are spread, the strings cut into my skin.

I hiss from the pain, and he steps back to allow my legs to close as he kneels and takes them off. When he is done, he balls the material and shoves it inside his pants pocket. His hands then run up my legs, bunching my skirt around my hips.

“Damn it, baby girl. Spread your legs.”

Trembling with desire, I give him a glistening view of my wet pussy.

His pupils dilate further, his fingers dancing along the skin of my inner thighs. “Fuck… This pussy…” He hums in appreciation. “It’s beautiful.”

I watch him with panting breaths and anticipating eyes as he drags me to the edge of the desk, his hot lips replacing his fingers to breeze along my thigh. My mouth shapes into an ~O~ when his mouth nears the spot where I need him the most.

His kisses are gentle touches, teasing me and eliciting strange noises that are tinged with eagerness. Soon, his mouth lands on my core, and he grabs one of my knees to hook my leg over his shoulder, spreading me for him more.

When his breath grazes my clit, I buck against his mouth, and the tickling sensation builds.

“Who does this belong to?” he asks, nipping at my clit with his teeth.

~Damn, this man always knows how to get me so worked up.~ “You,” I say with a heavy exhale. “If you treat it right.”

He growls. “I’m gonna treat it very right.” With that, his mouth descends on me, devouring my pussy.

I throw my head back, the sensation of his mouth ravaging me as hot as ever. My fingers find their way to his hair, grabbing the strands tightly and tugging harshly.

His hands lift my ass off the desk, bringing me closer to him, which seems to give his tongue better access to enter me. The muscle with that piercing teases my walls so softly that my thighs hug his head, the erotic sight of my professor between my legs undoing me.

“Yes… This feels so good,” I squeak out, sounding like a mouse that suddenly learned to speak.

“This is my favorite place to be, Anya,” Dimitri murmurs. “Between your legs. Did you know that?”

“I assumed.” I smirk at him when his eyes flash to mine.

He gives me a punishing slap on my mound, making me grind against his mouth. “Brat,” his muffled voice says.

“Bastard,” I respond.

His tongue parts my folds, and he fucks me with it, licking my every spot greedily. The slurping sound he makes causes me to squirm and tremble as it echoes off the walls of the room.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes…yes, Dimitri!” My voice becomes louder with each suction of his mouth on me, with each flick of the tip of his tongue on my clit.

“Shh… You need to be quiet if you don’t want us to get caught,” he warns, not sounding sincere at all.

I remind myself that I am in his office, on campus, and that anyone can walk in to talk to him at any moment. What we are doing is insanely wrong, which makes it even more stimulating. I keep my mouth shut, even though it is a struggle.

The magic Dimitri’s mouth works on me is transcendent. His grip on my ass tightens as he devours me, switching his tongue between flicking my clit and thrusting inside me. When he enters me again, he curls its tip and touches it to my walls, which is the last straw for me.

Slapping a hand over my mouth, I bite on my bottom lip as my orgasm explodes within me. The euphoria that rushes through me has me fighting to stay quiet, so I clamp down harder until a metallic taste coats my tongue.

I cry and whimper as I gush all over his tongue, but I can’t keep still anymore. Pulling his head toward my pussy, I force him further against my sex to keep him licking and sucking me with his manly power.

Dimitri says something, but his face is so buried between my legs that I can’t make out his words. I can, however, feel the deep rumble of his voice vibrate my clit as he speaks, and that is enough to pull another orgasm from me.

My body goes limp, and I recline on his desk. The books that dig into my back are hardly a nuisance in my post-orgasmic state.

After he licks me clean, Dimitri clamps my ankles and pushes them up, guiding my ass back as he rests my feet on the edge of the desk. Excitement builds within me as he stands, and, still panting, I prop myself on my elbows to better see him.

Dimitri’s lips glisten with my juices. As he locks eyes with me, he rubs his thumb over his mouth and then sucks it in. The erotic sound he makes has my legs spreading and my eyes begging to have him inside me.

With a knowing smile, he places his thick bulge at my entrance and grabs the buckle of his belt. Just as he is about to undo it, footsteps ring out as they near the office, followed by a turn of the handle, a rattling of the door, and a rapt knock.

“Dimitri? May I come in? It’s Sage,” Miss Winslow’s voice comes through the wood. “I think you locked the door.”