"I don't think that's true."
"Stop!" She lightly pushed my chest.
I grabbed her hand. Fuck, why was it so hot when we argued? I pushed her back against the elevator wall and lifted her hands above her head. My kiss was possessive and intense, leaving my dick straining against my pants. Every inch of me felt alive. When the door dinged open, I pulled away.
"Oh God,” she said.
I smiled at her and she blushed. That fucking blush. I needed her right now. I needed to remind her that I was the only option. I was enough. I tossed my jacket on the floor and pulled off my t-shirt. "You have a way of crawling under my skin."
"I don't mean to."
"Yes, you do."
"Professor Hunter, I need to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk." I walked over to her and pushed her shirt up the sides of her torso, my fingers skimming her soft skin. There was only one thing on my mind. And it certainly didn’t involve any more talking. We’d done plenty of that. This was how I knew we were okay.
"But I have something important to tell you."
I pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. Her nipples were so hard that I could see them through her bra. "It can wait." My lips were on hers before she could protest. And whatever she wanted to say dissolved in our kiss. She felt this too. That a sour mood could turn heavenly sweet as soon as our skin touched. From cold to scorching in a matter of seconds.
I pushed her down onto my couch and climbed on top of her, balancing most of my weight on my arms. My tongue swirled around hers as she moved her delicate fingers down my six pack. She traced my happy trail with her fingertips and grabbed my erection through my jeans. I groaned into her mouth.
She fumbled with the button and zipper on my jeans and wrapped her hand around my length. She moved her hand up and down my shaft.
Fuck. "I know that you're angry with me." I unhinged her bra and gently pulled it down her arms, exposing her perky tits.
"No, it's okay," she panted.
I leaned down and kissed the bruise I’d left on her neck. Mine. All mine. I moved down, leaving a trail of kisses across her breasts, sucking hard on each nipple. Her skin was so sweet. I swirled my tongue gently around one of her nipples and then kissed down her stomach and past her belly button. She lifted her hips so I could pull off her leggings and thong with one swift movement. And then I spread her knees apart and slid my hands up her silky thighs.
She gulped.
"I want you to be angry. That'll make this even better." I brought my lips down to her clit and sucked hard.
"Professor Hunter!" She arched her back.
God, she knew just what to say to pull me closer. I sucked again in response and let my tongue answer her needs. I pushed her thighs farther apart, shoving my tongue deeper inside of her. So fucking sweet. The taste of her was enough to drive me insane.
"Yes! I need you," she moaned. "Please."
With my free hand I pushed my pants and boxers to the ground. I’d give her what she craved. But first I needed her sweet lips around my cock. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to a seated position, shoving my fingers deep inside of her.
She gasped with pleasure.
That noise. God, that intoxicating sound. I shoved my thick cock into her open mouth and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Take it. Take all of me. Remember who you belong to.
Her perfect mouth mimicked what my fingers were doing inside of her, sliding up and down my shaft faster and faster as I moved my hand quicker. She tightened her lips around me and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. My fingers swirled around her wetness and then she grabbed my ass and pushed me all the way into the back of her throat.
Jesus. I groaned and pulled out of her mouth. "I don't want to cum in your mouth. I want your pussy clenched around me, with you screaming my name." I pulled my fingers out of her and she groaned in protest. "Baby, we're not even close to being finished."
I pulled her off the couch and bent her over the armrest. "Spread your legs, Penny." She followed my instructions and then I just stood there, mesmerized, studying her perfect body.
My fingers brushed against the back of her knees and she arched her back. So responsive. My fingers ran up her thighs and over her ass. She was so perfect. I slid my hands to her hips and gripped them tightly as I plunged myself inside of her.
"Yes!" she screamed.
My cock pounded relentlessly, filling her, stretching her until I knew she could barely take any more. So carnal. So raw. So fucking right. Despite what anyone else thought, we were right. When we were together everything just made more sense. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to a standing position, tilting my cock and hitting the spot she loved.
Penny gasped.
The sensation was too much. I pulled out before either of us could come. Not yet. I pushed her back down onto the couch. "Roll over," I demanded.
She turned. "Professor Hunter, I'm so close," she panted.
"I know." I got down on top of her and grabbed her ass, lifting her legs into the air. And I waited.
"Please," she begged.
I wanted her to say it. I wanted the filthy words to fall from her lips. I raised my left eyebrow.
"Please, Professor Hunter. Fuck me!"
Good girl. I thrust myself inside her again. She gyrated her hips, almost making me cum right there. My hands slid to her hips to stop her movement. I gripped her hips firmly as I began to move slowly in and out of her. I rocked back slightly and then pushed myself deeper, all the way to the hilt, filling her with every inch of me.
And she exploded into a million pieces as my hot cum shot into her. Again and again. I collapsed beside her and pulled her tight against my chest. Her heart was racing. She tilted her head back and I kissed her softly, waiting for her heartbeat to slow. I could have fallen asleep right there with her in my arms. Quiet and sated with all my worries at bay.
Chapter 41
Wednesday
"You called me baby,” she said.
I looked down at her. Apparently she didn’t have sleep on her mind. "I'm sorry, did you not like that?"
"No I did,” she said. “You've just always called me Penny. Or Miss Taylor. Everything you say sounds sexy though. You could call me anything."
I smiled. "And you've always called me Professor Hunter."
"I think you like that I keep calling you that,” she said.
"You do, huh?" I really fucking did.
"It makes everything sexier. Mysterious and forbidden. Wrong but so right."
"Nothing is wrong about you and me." I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Melissa said something after I left, didn't she? I can tell that something is bothering you."
"No, it's not that.” But she didn’t offer any more.
I wanted to reassure Penny, but I couldn’t do that if she didn’t tell me what was wrong. Maybe a distraction was a better idea. And I had a feeling I knew how to get her mind off whatever was bothering her. I’d been waiting all night to be alone with her. "Hold that thought." I slowly rose from the couch.
Her eyes dropped to my cock.
"What, have you not had enough?"
"I'll never have enough of you."
I smiled and zipped up my jeans. "I'll be right back. I have something for you." I walked into my bedroom and grabbed the box Ellen had left wrapped on my nightstand. I almost laughed, remembering what Ellen had said the other day. That she thought all the clothes I’d asked her to pick up were for Jen. I looked down at the box. Why would I buy my sister this? That would have been seriously weird. I couldn’t help but laugh. Hopefully Penny would find my good mood infectious. When I came back out, Penny was wearing my shirt.