CHAPTER NINE
LEIGH
The culmination of events that led to a naked Heath Davis in my bedroom disappeared into fuzzy darkness the moment he slid the tank top over my head and murmured, “Wow.”
This hulking beast who represents everything I hate has want etched into every crevice. It’s the hunger that catches me off guard, that ultimately pulled me to him when it was someone just like him who was going to ruin my life.
“Turn that brain off.” His lips press against my temple as his fingers graze across my skin, memorizing my body like he would a new field.
“I don’t know how.”
His grin is infectious and arousing all at once. “Looks like it’s my turn to teach you.”
His kiss claims me whole, leaves me panting and delirious, but he continues his in-depth study of my curves. I want the quiet he promises. I want his body to engulf mine and make the world disappear into darkness. Each stroke of his tongue on mine fuels a frenzied fire in my veins until I’m breathless, clinging to his broad shoulders and mountainous arms.
Hazy explosions in ring in my veins as Heath’s fingers drag across my thighs and stomach until finally, finally, he grazes the swells of my breasts. I freeze in desperate, aching wait. He traces them with a touch soft as a whisper, but stops just shy of where I need him to be.
A groan of frustration escapes me and he laughs against my lips. “Now, Leigh, you need to wait for instruction.”
“I don’t need instruction.”
Slowly, so slowly, he runs his fingers across my nipples and lowers his head to my chest. His soft hair tickles my collar bone until the world stops moving when his hot mouth claims my breast. Tiny pieces of me are reincarnating after a long slumber.
"Everyone needs a little instruction." His hard cock presses against my legs, long and thick like every other part of him. The promise of utter destruction in the sweetest, most delicious way. “If you behave, then I’ll reward you.”
The wicked look on his face would have been enough to make me wet if I wasn’t already drowning. Nothing mattered anymore except the two of us, in this room, to satiate and fill the holes we were tired of hiding.
I guide his cock to my center, the hottest part of my body desperate for contact. His breath catches in his throat as I rub my body across his, feeling the rigid length of him against all of me. His fingers dig into my arms and then I'm beneath him on the bed, his greedy mouth traversing the terrain of my body.
Every kiss sends my body further into chaos, but it is when his mouth hovers over my center, the most secret and tender part of me, that I nearly fall to pieces. His tongue is rough but gentle, frantic but steady. I don't know how he manages to be so many things at once, but he pulls out a full-body shudder before I'm ready to melt in his mouth.
He licks and sucks on my clit as his fingers finish their exploration, of every whole and crease left unchecked. My ass is cradled in his hands and my mind is free from memory and all that matters is the motion. Maddening little circles, driving me further off the cliff of sanity in the very best way.
And then it all stops. Cold.
I can't bear to open my eyes and see him running away, but then something soft and warm presses against my lips. Heath straddles my chest, holding his weight off my much smaller frame, but his massive cock presses its way into my mouth. I can see every muscle ripple as he grips the top of my headboard and performs a series of shallow thrusts into my waiting mouth.
"Sitting on one's face is not just for girls." Heath's voice is as thick as his cock. "And while I love a tight body riding my face, there is something unbearably sexy about you being trapped under me."
The utter frenzy flooding through me can't argue. I am trapped beneath him, completely subjected to his will, and yet I've never felt freer. I massage his balls with one hand and my clit with the other. Every moan of mine is stifled by his length and makes him grunt and his eyes flutter.
I've got some control over him, this massive man in my bed. He may hold the reigns, but I can push him exactly where I want to go.
My hips jut upwards against my fingers, catching his attention. A heady growl escapes his lips, lust carved into him. A well-placed nibble has him shuddering, a warning of sweet things to come. Instead, Heath slides off me and fumbles for his pants pocket.
"Teachers are supposed to be prepared." I wave a condom at him from the drawer of my bedside table.
"I like to see my students take initiative."
He rips the package open with his teeth and slides it on one handed. Watching him further stokes the fires within me. He looks so powerful, so certain, taking control of himself. Pleasuring himself in the precise way he likes. That's exactly what he is: raw power.
Heath pulls me in for another kiss and hauls me off the bed. In a fluid, undoubtedly very experienced, motion, he spins me around so my back is pressed to him. One hand massages my clit, the other has my nipple, and I am in euphoric heaven.
"What do they call this move?" I gasp as he slides just the barest tip of his finger into me.
"Preparation." He growls in my ear. Before I can ask, I'm bent over the bed, his hand pressing my head into the rumpled duvet. He guides himself into me with a single, hard thrust.
My body shakes from the shock of him. He feels impossibly big and yet I want nothing more than to devour him. He gently rocks into me, allowing my body to get used to his size. He makes my dildos look almost child-like. It is terrifying and arousing all at the same time.
We fall into a dance of thrusts and moans and hunger. His fists are in my hair and his fingers are on my clit and I am still so trapped by him I can barely move. Every time I thrust back into him, he smacks my ass with a heavy thwack. It doesn't hurt so much as it drives me crazy. It's another layer of deliciousness that I want to drown in.
When his hands slide off my head, I pull away from him. He grabs my ankle and pulls me back to him, again turning me over. Pressed to him, legs in the air, I raise up my pelvis and let my body swallow him whole.
"This way." My fingers again find my clit. His stubbled chin runs down my calf and he bites it.
It only takes two thrusts for the tightness to take hold of me. Heath can see it in my face and thrusts harder, his thumbs knocking mine out of the way. I can only take hold of my breasts and hang on for dear life as the crushing waves of an orgasm rocket through me.
There is no being quiet, restraining the power taking hold of me. I cry out and gasp and moan. I thrust back into him, riding each cresting wave as if it’s the only sustenance in life. And then he lets out a heady groan and thrusts hard, panting through his own destruction.
I could listen to him come all day. The sensations heighten, threaten to break me, as I watch him fly apart.
Heath lays next to me, hands in his hair, breathing heavily. I'm still coming down from my own orgasm, but all I want to do is climb atop him and do it all over again. Every pretense is stripped away. We are no longer the jock and the nerd, the football player and the waitress, the failing student and the tutor. We're two souls desperately clinging together for relief.
My chest tightens to tell me maybe it's more than just relief. I shove that aside and lean over to kiss him. He presses his hand against my back so I can't move, and the soft kisses turn deep and just as hungry as moments before.
"Class is not dismissed."