Pushing the Limits(40)

"That's a one-way fascination. Not mutual. Never was nor will it be.  Also, I had to leave after the gala because someone unexpected showed up  the night of the gala, and I wanted to avoid any drama."

"You mean your girlfriend showed up? That was the unexpected guest, right?"

His brow arches, and I know I've got him by the balls.

"Stop acting like you're so innocent in all of this, Professor. I only  kissed you with the assumption that you were single. But after hearing  about Natalia, it's pretty clear you're just like the rest of them. I  may sleep around, but I don't mess with other women's men."

"For starters, I don't have a girlfriend. I haven't had a girlfriend in  the five years since I left. I told you that. As far as Natalia goes,  she's my feisty eleven-year-old niece who lives with me. My brother's  daughter." He arches a brow and the realization hits me smack in the  face.

"You're raising your brother's daughter?" My brows lift. "Why haven't you told me?"

"I was going to. I just thought until we established what this-" He  waves a hand between us. "-was that I should wait before telling you  something like that."         

     



 

He takes a step closer and grabs my hand. "I swear, Aspen. I'd never  hurt you intentionally. Things between us are going to be complicated as  long as you're my student and I'm your professor. But I'm willing to  try because I want to make this work with you." His words are so genuine  and his eyes are so soft, I can't help but want to push him away.

"You hardly know me."

He pulls me against him, our bodies both drenched and clothes soaked  through. "You've let me in more than you realize. I know about your  pain, your past, your heartbreak. I know you're guarding your heart in  every way possible. I see it in your eyes when you paint. The only time  you're unguarded is when you're creating a piece of art. Your paintings  reflect everything you won't let people in to see."

"I'm more broken than you realize. I've told you I'm a mess. Probably more than you can handle."

His other hand caresses my cheek and wraps around my neck as he leans in  and slowly kisses my lips. My body relaxes and leans into him, allowing  his kiss to take over.

"If you'll let me in, I promise to give you everything you need."

My eyes are still closed, the rain covering our faces and lips. "I don't  even know what I need," I admit. "I've never done this before."

"Then we'll find out together." His lips cover mine again as my arms  wrap around his body, holding onto him with every possible ounce of  strength.

"Come home with me," I say breathlessly, practically begging.

"I thought you'd never ask." He smiles against my lips.





I barely pull my keys out of the door before his lips and hands are on  me again. He blindly kicks the door shut and wraps his arms around my  waist, covering my mouth with his then trailing kisses down my jawline  and neck.

"You're shivering," he whispers in my ear. "You should really take off  these wet clothes." I smile and nod my head in agreement. "And probably  take a hot shower," he adds, curling his fingers under my shirt and  lifting it up.

"You should, too. Wouldn't want you to get sick or anything," I say,  grabbing for his belt and undoing the buckle. "Better yet, we should  conserve water and shower together."

He reaches around and undoes my bra. "I like the way you think."

I unzip his pants and pull them down. He kicks them off and presses his  body to mine again. His fingers fidget with my jeans, but the dampness  makes them stick to my legs. I break away quickly and yank them down,  tossing them to the floor and clinging back to his lips.

He wraps a hand around my waist as I pull him toward the shower. His  other hand palms my breast and squeezes. I moan my approval into his  mouth and kiss him harder, deeper.

I push the bathroom door open and reach for the light, but before I can,  he wraps both arms around me and lifts me up. He sets me down on the  counter and pushes us against the mirror, sliding both hands up to my  breasts and pinching my nipples between his fingers.

My head falls back as I release a loud moan. I absolutely love his hands  on me and could never get enough. His lips suck on my collarbone as his  fingers twist my nipples. I almost can't take it and need him to stop,  but then he brings a hand down my stomach and in between my legs.

"Baby girl, are you wet?" I hear the excitement in his voice.

"Is that a trick question?" I nearly gasp as his fingers rub over my  pussy through my panties. His hand moves faster and harder, forcing my  hips to roll against him.

My back arches as his lips whisper over my ear. "Tell me, Aspen. Say it."

"Take my panties off and find out, Professor," I challenge, feeling his fingers rubbing even harder.

He pushes them to the side and slides a finger inside.

"Yes," I gasp, arching my hips to press against his hand harder.

"Like this?" He pushes a second finger in as his thumb rubs against my clit in a perfect rhythm.

"Yes, yes. Just like that!" I scream, wrapping a hand around his arm and  holding myself up with the other against the countertop.

His fingers push in deeper as he speeds up the pace. I can hardly take  it anymore as he rubs his thumb faster. I'm so close, about to explode  before he pulls his fingers out and wraps his lips around them, sucking  the juices right off his fingertips.

"Mm, you taste incredible." He exaggerates his voice, pushing his tongue in between his two fingers.

"That was cruel," I hiss.

An evil grin spreads across his face and deepens his dimples. "What did I  say about calling me professor outside of the classroom?" He arches a  brow.         

     



 

"Oh, is that how you want to play? Because I'm the queen of delayed gratification."

"Is that so? Sounds like a challenge to me."

"Just don't forget who you're playing against. I once painted for eleven  hours straight without eating or taking a break." I pucker my lips and  lean toward him as I continue. "Standing up."

He leans in and pulls my lower lip in between his teeth, biting gently  before releasing. "Now the smell of your arousal is on both of our lips.  How long do you think you can wait before feeling me inside you?"

My body shivers at the thought of his cock deep inside of me. I've  dreamed and fantasized about it, wondering how it'd actually feel. Now I  was inches from it.

"You're enjoying this way too much, Professor. Whose rules are you  willing to bend?" I challenge as my body buzzes, anxious for him to give  in.

"The only thing I'll be bending is you over this countertop. I plan to  rip your panties off, pull your hair, and fuck you hard." His voice is  seductive and heavy with promises that I'm begging for him to fulfill.  Perhaps I'll let him win this time.

My eyes light up as a smile pulls from my lips. "Show me."

His mouth covers mine in a heated frenzy. I wrap my legs around his  waist and pull him between them. I feel his erection against my pussy  and moan. "Tell me what you need first, Aspen."

His hands grip my waist, keeping our bodies locked together. "I want  your hands on me. Attack my tits like you own them," I beg. "I like it  rough," I admit.

His head bends and leans against my shoulder. "Jesus fucking Christ." He  growls. He lifts his head again and sucks along my neck and jaw. His  hands slide up my chest, and he cups my breasts, digging his nails into  the skin as hard as he can. Already primed from his wicked fingers, I  nearly explode at the way he does exactly as I asked.

I clench my thighs, trapping him closer. I want him inside and can't wait any longer.

"Morgan," I whimper. He rocks his hips harder against me, letting me  feel exactly what I do to him. I reach for him, but he pulls his hips  back where I can't reach. "Morgan!" I scream, louder. I know he likes it  when I say his name, so I scream it over and over until he gives me  exactly what I want.

He pulls away and hooks his fingers in my panties. I can feel my arousal  dripping down my leg as he slides them down and lets them drop to the  floor. Instead of taking his boxer shorts off, he kneels down and  spreads my legs wider.

"Keep screaming, sweetheart. Let me know exactly how much you like it."

Before I can protest, his mouth covers my pussy. His hands wrap around my thighs and pull me closer to his lips.

I gasp and scream as his tongue fucks me better than I'd ever  experienced before. I always figured he'd be good, but never imagined  this good. My fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing and scratching his  skin the as sucks and licks. His lips wrap around my clit while he  pushes a thick finger inside. He finds a perfect rhythm, and soon, I'm  screaming and clenching my thighs together in a heated frenzy.

"Fuck, Morgan … oh my God … " I pant unsure if I want him to stop or go faster. I can barely take any more.