Professor Cline Revealed (20 page)

It was part of his personality I was getting used to.

He walked to a cherry wood cabinet off to the side of the room that held a decanter of brown liquid and poured it into a tumbler. He threw it back in one gulp then poured another glass. He grabbed it and walked in my direction as I stood there, watching him approach.

He stopped when he was mere inches away from me. I tilted my head back to look at him, wondering what was going through his mind. I was amazed at how his presence could change so drastically and yet, I wasn’t fully uneasy. That was the Mason I was used to, the brooding, domineering side, the first side I’d gotten to meet, and it was such a turn-on.

Lifting his hand, he dipped his index finger in the brown liquid and then brought it to my lips. I took shallow breaths as I looked into his eyes, not knowing what he was doing. But then he leaned down slowly, his gaze never wavering from mine, and licked the liquid off my lips.

My eyes closed at the sensation and my first instinct was to lift my arms and wrap them around his neck to kiss him, but I held back. I knew what this was. He was exuding his power. Showing me who was boss, his controlling ways wanting to take over.

“These lips,” he said softly, running the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “These beautiful lips could seduce any man.”

I darted my tongue out, licking his thumb and the remnants of what his tongue left behind.

He looked into my eyes before slowly lowering his lips to mine, holding my chin in place.

As soon as the taste of him entered my mouth, I lost all sense of what was right and wrong. I couldn’t help it. I knew I couldn’t deny my feelings, and resisting was futile.

I lifted my hands to unbutton his shirt as our mouths devoured one another’s. Then he reached behind me and unzipped my dress, making it fall like a puddle at my feet.

I moaned into his mouth as I ran my hands over the contours of his chest while he undid his cufflinks, letting them drop to the floor. It was the first time my fingers had touched him, the heat of his skin warming my fingertips.

I pulled away from him, breaking our kiss so I could look him over. Running my hands up to his shoulders, I pushed his shirt so it would fall freely to the floor. My heart was racing as my eyes roamed over his body, which I wasn’t permitted to see before. I let my mouth hang open so I could breathe him in, the smell of scotch and his cologne attacking my senses. He was a breathtaking sight. His body was built like a runner’s, lean and muscular. I let my hands glide over his skin so I could outline every curve as I made my way down to his abs. My favorite part was the “v” leading down his pants. It was like a beacon, pointing to the most precious part.

I tilted my head down to kiss his chest when his hands wrapped around my wrists, causing me to jerk my head up and look at him. I gazed into his hooded eyes and waited. I waited for him to move, to say something, to push me against the wall, to kiss me, anything, but he didn’t. We just stood there and stared into each other’s eyes.

He continued to stare at me, looking over my face, at every feature as if to lock it into memory. I remained still and let him. I wasn’t sure what was going on in his head, but I didn’t want it to stop. No man had ever looked at me as if I was his treasure, something precious to hold onto. It meant something. I wasn’t sure
what
, but I could feel it.

Lifting a hand, he ran his knuckles down my cheek and I closed my eyes and leaned into him, savoring the feel. It was the kind of tender touch I’d been aching for, one I wasn’t expecting to get from Mason, and it caused butterflies to form in my stomach.

His hand disappeared from my cheek and I gasped in shock as he grabbed my ass and lifted me, making me wrap my arms and legs around his body.

He walked forward and pressed my back against the wall before bringing his lips down to mine once again. I could feel his erection grinding into my core and I moaned at the sensation it was causing.

“Mason,” I panted as he pulled away from my lips and kissed down my neck. “I want you,” I moaned as he nibbled on my collarbone.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, and looked into my eyes. He didn’t say a word. His piercing blue eyes searched over my face as I rubbed my thumbs along the stubble on his jawline.

Then without warning, he pulled me away from the wall and walked toward the stairs, keeping his eyes on mine the entire way to the room. It was like he was lost in lust or stuck in a daze and I was the only focus, the only thing that mattered.

Coming to a stop in front of the bed, he slowly lowered me, letting me rest upon the soft comforter. I licked my lips and panted with need as he pulled away from me, running his hands down my body. His touch alone was putting me in a sexual trance, my core pulsating harder the further his fingertips traveled. He circled my bellybutton with his fingers and then quickly lowered them to the strings at my hip, pulling them from my body. The cool air hit my wetness and I sucked in a breath as his fingertips glided over the smooth skin of my lips.

The teasing was becoming too much and my body was starting to move on its own, begging to be pleased.

He stretched up onto the bed and I felt his hot breath as he bit my ear lobe.

“Do you want this?” he breathed, parting my lips with his fingers and gently stroking my clit. I let out a heavy breath and nodded as my body moved closer to his. “Stay still, princess,” he demanded as he pulled his fingers away.

I groaned quietly but looked up to see him wrap his arms around me and unhook my bra, removing it from my body and tossing it to the floor. His mouth instantly attached to my right nipple as his fingers pinched and tweaked my other.

I moaned in pleasure at each pull, but inside I was begging for him to touch me in other places.

“Open your legs for me, princess. Let me feel how wet you are,” he requested, his voice low and velvety, flowing through me.

I bent my knees and opened my legs for him, the cool air hitting my wetness causing me to clench down below.

“Fucking beautiful.”

I bit my lip at his complement, a flush taking over my body. With any other guy I would’ve been embarrassed, but he made me
feel
beautiful exposing myself to him.

The bed dipped as he moved between my legs, and the anticipation built in my core. He caressed the tops of my feet and slowly made his way up my calf to my inner thighs, pushing me open further.

“I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy, princess,” he said as he blew air on my core, causing me to gasp with want. “Lift your arms and grab on to the bed,” he commanded. “And don’t let go.”

I lifted my arms obediently and grasped onto the cold metal.

“You let go…I stop,” he stated as he kissed his way up my inner thigh.

My body started to move on its own accord and he chuckled at my actions.

“Do you need my mouth on your pussy, princess?”

“Yes,” I whispered as I gazed down at him. I was so aroused I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to reach my peak.

His mouth was on me in an instant and I threw my head back with a moan, his tongue licking up to reach my clit. My hips bucked to meet his mouth and his hand rested on my lower stomach to keep me in place.

I let out pants at every single flick of his tongue, wanting to grab onto his hair and grind into his face, but I didn’t. It took everything I had to keep my hold on the bed as he teased me, licking around my clit, not giving me what I wanted.

“Please,” I begged. “So close, so close, so close.” I pushed against his hand, trying to meet the friction I needed.

Then I felt his fingers enter me, pumping me in a slow, steady rhythm. The sensations built to the point I couldn’t keep my body still. I writhed against his hand, waiting for his mouth to join back in.

I needed it. I wanted it, so badly.

Then it was there, his mouth on my clit. He nipped and sucked and it was all I could take. I yelled out and groaned as my muscles tensed, my orgasm taking over completely. I clamped my legs around his head to hold him in place as I squeezed the hell out of the bars on the bed. He continued to flick his tongue against me and I lifted to meet his assault. The intensity was amazing, a feeling I didn’t want to go away, until the high dissipated and my overly sensitive nub was still being assaulted.

“Wait,” I requested, out of breath, trying to move away from his tongue.

He licked up my juices and flicked against my clit again, causing my body to jump.

“I can’t, I can’t,” I breathed.

“Oh, but you can,” he said as he rubbed his tongue against me again. I was on fire, the heat from the intense orgasm causing my body to sweat. “And you will.”

His mouth disappeared and I felt a finger glide through my juices. I moaned at his gentle touch, but immediately tensed up when I felt his finger go further south.

“Shhh,” he said as his thumb circled the area. “Has anyone ever fucked you here, princess?”

I bit my lip and breathed “no” as I readjusted my hands on the bars.

He pushed slightly against the opening and I was almost ashamed that the sensation was bringing me pleasure. I’d never let anyone else try it due to the embarrassment. In my mind it was never a hole for penetration, but Mason was bringing me to new heights, making me experience things I’d never thought I’d enjoy.

His mouth was on me again and he flicked his tongue against my clit. I wasn’t as sensitive as I’d been before, but I still jumped at the touch, letting out a moan of pleasure.

He lowered his tongue down to my opening and pushed inside before retreating and pushing back in. He did it again and again in a steady pace as if he was fucking me with his tongue. All the while, his thumb circled my ass.

My breathing picked back up as the new sensation brought me to an arousal I didn’t know existed. I found myself pushing against his thumb, needing something, anything to take me over the edge.

He jammed his tongue inside me over and over, his nose barely touching my clit, but it didn’t matter. I could feel myself starting to clench as the sensations built. He pushed on my ass and I pushed back until I felt his thumb breach the puckered flesh, and it was all I could take. I yelled out as the most intense orgasm I’d ever had took over my body. He jammed his tongue into me at a faster pace and I bucked wildly against him, no longer able to keep my hands in place. I grabbed onto his head and gripped his hair, pulling him down, rocking myself against his face. He ceased his movement and let me ride out the pleasure.

When I was finally coming down from the high, I dropped my hands from his head and he slowly removed his thumb. I looked up to see a smug look on his face and I couldn’t help my smile as he leaned down to kiss me. His mouth was wet with my release and it only fueled me to kiss him harder.

Running my hands down his chest, I grabbed onto his dress pants and undid his button and fly so I could reach in and grab his hard length. I squeezed and pumped my hand on him, causing him to moan into my mouth.

“You keep that up and I’ll come in my pants, princess.” He pulled away from me as he slowly got off the bed. “Roll over onto your stomach and put that ass in the air for me.”

I blushed at his words, but did as he instructed. I positioned myself on all fours and slowly lowered my top half to the bed, making sure to wiggle my ass in the process.

I felt the bed dip again and the sound of a foil wrapper being torn open. Then the sting of a slap as his hand connected with my ass.

“I’m going to fuck you, princess, and I’m not going to be able to hold back,” he stated as he rubbed his length along my wetness. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, rocking into me.

I moaned at his actions and gave a breathy “yes” before he immediately slammed into me, causing me to yelp out at the sensation. I was slick enough that I didn’t need time to adjust to his size, and I moaned at every deep thrust. It hurt, but the pain felt good. He was bigger than any man I’d ever been with and the way he was pounding into me was brutal, almost unbearable. I couldn’t control any noise that escaped my lips. Every thrust forced it out.

I grabbed onto the bars of the bed for support from the intensity, squeezing them to the point of pain as I buried my face into the bed. He grabbed onto my hips and continued with his pace and I could feel the spark of an orgasm building in my core. I never would have thought that kind of intensity would cause me to get off, but he was triggering something and it felt amazing.

I was clenching around him in anticipation of release when I felt his hand move off my hip. He inserted his thumb back into my ass and I lost all the control I had. The orgasm was so intense I couldn’t even scream out.

He stilled, letting out a long groan as he leaned into me. The euphoric feeling flowed through my body until all of my energy was drained.

I’d never in my life experienced anything like it. I felt so weak that all I could do as he pulled out of me was roll to my side and catch my breath.

I felt him fall to the bed beside me and say something, but his words sounded mumbled as he grabbed onto me, pulling me close to his body. I was in a pleasure coma and it was then I realized we’d just had sex without a blindfold again, something he said he never went without. I smiled to myself at the thought that I was different, that he’d changed his rules for me. It was like he used the blindfold as a security blanket and he’d finally discarded it, for me.