Chapter 8

Eliana's POV

I knew I was in trouble as soon as Professor Matthews announced that he couldn't find the spare key. But there was nothing I could do about it.

When he offered to pour me another glass of wine, I jumped at the chance immediately. The wine had some kind of soothing effect on my nerves and at that moment, my nerves needed a lot of soothing. Being trapped in the office with Professor Matthews wasn't the way I had expected that night to go at all.

My plan had been very simple; drop the assignment and head back home immediately.

But here I was, trapped with him with a bottle of wine and thoughts that were becoming wilder by the minute

He'd looked very tired when I walked into the office but that had only added to his appeal.

Now that I was trapped in his office with him, I wondered what was going to happen next.

As if to give an answer to that, he got up from his chair and came towards me. “I don't think there's a need to pretend any longer, Eliana,” he said and my heart started racing.

I knew exactly what he was talking about and I had the feeling that he was about to do something about it.

“We'd be lying to ourselves if we said we didn't notice what was happening between us. And I'm going to say it's been a real pain in the ass having to pretend like it wasn't there.” His voice was hoarse and his eyes were dark with desire, raw and demanding.

Standing before me, he offered me his hand. I took it and he pulled gently to my feet. There was barely any distance between us and my heartbeat quickened at that.

“I'm going to kiss you now. You can stop me if you want.” With that, he lowered his lips to mine and I felt my own desire heighten just before our lips collided. He tasted even better than he did the last time and I shuddered a little as pleasure rippled through me.

The kiss started off slow, then he deepened it and I parted my lips for him when his tongue started probing. My mind was screaming for me to stop and run out of there but my own desire trapped me in place, finally getting the release it had been craving for more than a week now.

He took my waste in his hands, kissing me even deeper and as he did that, I tightened my arms around his neck and let out a soft moan. All the frustration and anticipation I'd been feeling evaporated as his lips ravaged mine. A sudden hunger took their place and I pressed myself against him, wanting more than I was getting at the moment.

His hands slid down to cup my ass and fondle them gently. I moaned against his mouth again and his tongue took advantage of that, sliding into my mouth like it was familiar territory.

All manner of electric currents shot through my brain and I pressed harder against him. Suddenly, he broke the kiss but he didn't walk away this time. He spun me around, sat on the chair I'd been sitting in previously, then he pulled me gently until I was sitting across his laps.

Shutting my eyes again, I lowered my mouth back to meet his own. Warm pleasure spread through me as he continued kissing me and at some point, I was sure that my lips had become swollen. As he kissed me, his hands pushed my jacket away from my shoulder and it dropped softly onto the floor.

One of his hands found its way to my lap and it continued sliding down until it got to the hem of my gown. Slowly, he tugged it upwards until it was bunched around my thighs.

His mouth left mine to plant quick, hot kisses on my arm and everywhere he kissed immediately became covered with goosebumps.

I shuddered in anticipation as the hand on my lap began tracing it way up my inner thigh. A small fire started in my belly and it slowly began making its way to other parts of my body.

His hand drew small deliberate circles on my inner thigh and I squirmed against him, aching for it to reach its destination. He kissed the side of my breast through the fabric of my gown and as he did that, I felt my nipples harden slowly. I wanted to feel his mouth on them. I wanted to feel his mouth all over me. I wanted him to douse the fire that was rapidly burning through my veins.

He kissed my arm again a few times and before claiming my mouth again, his tongue immediately seeking mine. The hand on my thighs continued drawing circles until it got to the middle of my legs then it stopped abruptly. When I felt it again, it was shifting my panties aside and teasing its way up the side of my pussy.

I shuddered and moaned against his mouth and I moaned even louder when his thumb found my clit. He stopped kissing me then and he brought his second hand up to cup my chin.

“Look at me,” he demanded with a whisper.

My eyes met his own at the same time he started teasing my clit. My brain exploded with desire and I felt something warm and sticky pool between my legs. As he was massaging my clit with the pad of his thumbs, one of his fingers slipped into my wet pussy. I almost collapsed from the pleasure that rippled through me.

It felt as if all my body was on fire and the only thing that could cure it was lying right under me. I could feel it hard against my ass, begging to come free.

In gentle motion, he slipped his finger in and out of me while he trapped me in place with his other hand. I bit down on my lips to hold back my moans but they forced their way through as he increased the movements of his finger. Then, just as I was getting used to the finger inside me, he slipped another one in.

Tears welled up to my eyes before I knew it and I nearly cried out in pleasure. He was still holding my chin and staring into my eyes and I moaned helplessly as his fingers slid in and out of me in rhythmic motions.

Gradually, he increased his pace and I grabbed onto his shoulder as tension began building in the pit of my belly. His thumb continued massaging my clit as his fingers continued their sweet torture and held onto him tighter, my nails digging into his skin.

The tension in my stomach rose up to my throat and with one last, loud moan, I came onto his fingers.