One Taste

“You’ll get cold,” Professor Vale said matter-of-factly. Then the next words nearly stopped Eva’s heart. “We should get you out of these clothes.”

Eva’s eyes widened as his hand slipped under her T-shirt.

The professor was kneeling right between her knees, staring straight into her eyes.

“Don’t you think?” He brushed her bare skin, and the skin-to-skin contact nearly melted her. Eva knew for a while that her feelings for the professor were not that simple, but right now the fire she felt caressing slowly under her skin, kindled by his touch, was something otherworldly.

The professor’s hands traveled to her back, to her waist, then down to just the curve of her butt. With every caress, her eyes kept widening, and her back arched at his touch. Yet the focus of his eyes never wavered from hers. It was a question and a demand at the same time. Meanwhile, what should or shouldn’t be warred inside Eva. He pulled her closer, guiding her to the edge of the couch, and her knees bracketed his below his waist. She curled her hands on her own shoulders, wary that the desire to touch him would win against logic.

He leaned closer, and she stilled, locking every muscle in her body so the temptation wouldn’t make her do something stupid. The professor’s eyes tore from hers finally as his lips settled on her ear. She closed her eyes as his breath brushed the shell of her ear.

“Let me,” he whispered. Her heart shuddered. “It will be easier,” he said as he pressed into her soft flesh. Eva nodded as a shaky exhale left her.

He felt her movement of agreement. She let her hands fall to the side, shrinking herself small in the comfort of his all-encompassing heat.

Sebastian moved slowly, with deliberation. He leaned back to meet her gaze first, and when he saw only anticipation, nervousness, and even a little pleading, he pulled on her hem and took off her T-shirt. Her wet hair gathered on her shoulders and then lay over her black lace-covered breasts. Sebastian swallowed at the sight of her. She was flushed, and the black color of her bra was in direct contrast with her red-tinted pale skin.

He brushed her now half-dry brown hair to the side and off one of her bare shoulders. Goosebumps erupted across her smooth skin. His finger traveled from her shoulder to the neckline of her strapless bra, and her gaze fell to where he was touching her.

She squirmed.

Sebastian was lost to the feeling of warm, soft skin under his calloused fingertips. He should not be allowed to touch her like that, but she was right here—half naked, all open and vulnerable for him. His hand fell to her stomach and then to the button of her jeans. He looked up to meet her gaze once again. Eva’s cheeks were blooming with patches of red, her neck was flushed crimson, and her breath hitched as he unbuttoned her jeans. He moved back a little, and his hands came to her thighs.

“Stand up for me.”

Eva followed the soft command, unable to think as her skin felt too tight for her body and blood rushed to her ears, making her feel a little dazed.

Sebastian unzipped her jeans.

Eva’s eyes snapped down and saw him looking back at her as he pushed them down. His eyes were completely dark now, the upturned corners a little red as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her overheated skin on her lower stomach. A helpless little sound left Eva, and she closed her eyes. He helped her gently out of her wet jeans. The fabric made a slight squeaky sound.

She stepped out of them with shaky legs. Sebastian gripped her thighs to steady her, but at the bare contact on her oversensitive skin, her breath stuttered.

Sebastian’s hand traveled up to her black panties and pulled them down as well. Her heated core was bare to his gaze, and he leaned in to press his lips to her inner thigh. Her knees buckled and she stumbled back onto the couch. Sebastian shot up and caught her, her petite, slender figure covered by his broad shoulders, lean frame, and muscular arms. His hair fell from its bun, and her brown hair spread over the green velvet surface of the couch.

Eva looked up to meet his gaze, startled at the turn of events, as he crawled over her slowly like a predator. She was pushed flat against the couch. Her hand went to his shoulder, feeling the now half-dry fabric. The light in the office shadowed his handsome face as she touched his smooth jawline.

“Are you alright?”

The tight grip in her lungs from before loosened a little at the plain concern in his voice.

She nodded, acutely aware of her nakedness. She parted her lips to say something. She should protest, but she couldn’t string a decent thought together as Professor Vale’s hands went to her back, slowly tracing up her spine. Their eyes locked.

“You said—” The words broke as he gently pressed his fingers on her unsuspecting flesh. “Professor—” Her voice broke.

“Yes, Miss Jade,” his voice thick and raspy, like he was trying to breathe but the only source to do it right was her as his eyes fell on her lips.

“You said this won’t happen.”

“I did,” but he sounded lost as he breathed heavily, his fingers reaching the hook of her bra and her back curving against his touch. “But—”

“But?” Eva whispered in question, lost in his touch to truly question anything.

“One taste, just once,” he begged, and she couldn’t stop the sound that trembled out of her.

Hearing that little helpless sound, something broke inside Sebastian and he unfastened her bra. Her breasts bounced free as they were released from confinement. Sebastian lost any control he had previously held. He took it off, threw it on the floor, and the absolute want in his eyes made Eva meet him halfway as their lips met—heated but clumsy at first. She sighed into his mouth in relief. For days she had wanted to feel those soft, full lips that usually sat in a neutral curve but smiled at her often, even just a little, and always filled her with joy. Right now, Eva tasted that joy on the tip of her tongue.

Her arms came around his neck, pulling him closer, and her legs came around his waist, pulling him in. The kiss was slow but deep, and every brush of their mouths made Eva shudder and her blood sing deliciously. She pressed herself closer and closer, trying to relieve the ache building inside her. Right now there was no other thought in her mind—only that this felt too good to let go when his clothed hardness pressed against her wet, sensitive center. She gasped, and Sebastian invaded her mouth with his tongue. She rubbed herself desperately against him. One of his hands went to the back of her head, tilting her at the right angle so his tongue could taste the roof of her mouth and suck her tongue. The action sent a current straight to her core and she moaned into his mouth. His other hand came to palm her breast and his fingers found their way to pinch her nipples. The fire in her blood felt like it would burn off her skin at this rate as she arched into his touch, ready to abandon all thought.

Eva’s other hand searched for more of him to press against, and she unbuttoned his shirt while struggling to breathe from the kiss, but neither of them were ready to release the other. She pulled on his shirt impatiently and the buttons gave under pressure, revealing the smooth, muscled chest beneath her inexperienced, wandering hands.

Eva’s touch made Sebastian groan, and he released her from the kiss. She breathed heavily, her full concentration now on pulling his shirt off. He complied, leaning back to remove it while her warm brown eyes, wide and dark with desire, took him in. Her hands came to his chest, then down his defined torso, making him close his eyes as he reveled in her touch. Eva swallowed to wet her dry throat. As she felt the smooth expanse of pale skin and rippling muscles beneath her touch under his loose, modest clothes, she couldn’t be sure what was underneath—and now she was speechless at what she was seeing. She sat up and pressed a kiss just above his belly button. Suddenly she was pinned back with a groan.

“Eva!”

A giddiness bubbled inside her at hearing it. She tried to touch him again, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Not now,” he warned, and his eyes fell to her heaving breasts as she tried to catch her breath.

His mouth descended on her breast. Nothing about it was gentle. His teeth sank into her flesh with ravishing hunger. It knocked the breath out of Eva as she held onto his shoulders to brace herself. His arms came around her waist, hoisting her up as he licked and bit her again. She moaned, the overwhelming sensation making hot liquid leak through her. Sebastian sucked hard on her nipple, then pulled with his teeth.

“Ah!” she whined, half in pain and half in pleasure. The back of Eva’s heel pressed into him to draw him closer. Without warning, his other hand found its way to her center. His mouth moved to her other breast. He bit first, then licked, then sucked hard. Eva threw her head back on the sofa, one hand in his hair, pulling on the silky strands while she was overwhelmed by everything her body was going through.

She felt something thin and slender enter her. When she realized it was Sebastian’s finger, his tongue was already licking its way up from her breast to her neck, sucking and leaving open-mouthed kisses.

“You smell so sweet and taste even sweeter,” he hummed against her skin as he held her tighter while she tried to squirm. Eva felt like lava rushed in her veins with no air in her lungs to cool her, and then Sebastian added another finger and bit down on her neck.

“Professor!” Eva moaned. “Ah!” The teeth sinking into her untouched skin were painful, but the pleasure had taken over every cell in her body. Pressure built as Sebastian started to move his fingers inside her, then curled at a particularly sensitive spot. She arched into his touch and thrust onto his fingers.

Her lungs burned, her breasts stung from the rough treatment, and her core throbbed as he kept thrusting. Eva didn’t know what to think. She could only feel, moan, and whine as he leaned back from her neck and looked down at her with a burning gaze, thrusting harder, slick and wet on his fingers. He pinched her clit, rolling it between his fingers. He lost his rhythm a few times, but his gaze never left her as she closed her eyes, thrusting herself onto his fingers, chasing her release. He brought her right to the edge, then pulled harder on her clit. Her whole body tightened, her insides clenching around his fingers, making him groan. He kept thrusting.

“Professor… professor… please, please!” she sobbed as she came undone around his fingers.

Eva felt like she had been burned alive as she came down from her high. She ached in a way she never thought possible. She felt wet, sweaty, and wrong—but oh, so right. When her eyes opened, she saw her disheveled professor, half naked, looking down at her with his hand glistening with her release. He palmed his hardness with the same hand and Eva shuddered under his gaze, her insides clenching at the emptiness. She was naked and spread open for him while he stared like he had never seen anything so beautiful before.

He rubbed his still-clothed hardness while Eva tried to gather the courage to touch him. She was still shocked at what had just happened—like a fever dream. She tried to get up when a knock came at the door.

Her eyes widened and she sat up straight, curling in on herself to cover up. Sebastian froze for a moment before getting off the couch, picking up the shirt from the floor.

“Who is it?” he asked neutrally, while Eva buried her face between her knees, burning with embarrassment. What had she done? What if someone had walked in on them? It was a good thing the professor had closed the door. Her heart pounded painfully with anxiety.

“It’s Yura, Professor. There’s an urgent staff council meeting. They’re asking for you, sir.”

Yura was Professor Vale’s TA.

“Alright, I’ll be there in five,” he answered.

Sebastian’s gaze fell on Eva, who didn’t dare to look up. What had he done? He should have had more control than this. He closed his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts.

“Alright, sir.” They heard Yura’s footsteps fade away.

The fire in the air sizzled out and the world slowly came crashing down on both of them. The air tightened with tension.

They shouldn’t have crossed this line. There was no going back from here.