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  Landon.

  Exhaustion tugged at my eyelids, sapping my victory and leaving me with no greater desire than to be next to my lover. With Nick out of the house, there was no reason not to.

  He was asleep in bed, the sheet barely covering his lower body, the smooth muscles of his torso proclaiming his strength even in their relaxed state.

  My heart fluttered.

  What would it be like to actually date Landon?

  There was no way to tell where this renewed fling would take us. When he woke, Landon could declare it another big mistake and refuse to see me again.

  After the first time we’d slept together, I’d known he was special. Upon spending so much time with him and fucking him again, I knew the truth. I couldn’t see myself with anyone else—no other man on campus had even come close to touching the pedestal he occupied in my mind.

  We can overcome anything together.

  I was careful to slip back into bed as slowly as possible, wanting to lie next to him for as long as possible without the possibility of him kicking me out. Once I was in place, Landon shifted, his powerful arm pulling me back against him, enveloping me and cradling me as if I were a precious possession.

  More comfortable and cared for than I’d been in a long time, I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

  ~Adeline~

  “Now slide your panties off and put them on the desk, Princess.”

  I stood in the middle of Landon’s office, facing away from his desk, where he sat in a tailored suit. After a morning full of sexy emails back and forth, my panties were drenched.

  I reached underneath my skirt and hooked my thumbs in my panties, tugging them down my creamy thighs as I bent at the waist so I could look back at Landon.

  His eyes were as intense as ever, staring at me as I obeyed his command, roving my flesh so intently that I could almost feel it. A tingle swept through my body as I stepped out of the tiny wisp of lace.

  Every day, it felt like I couldn’t possibly get more turned on than the one before. And each day, Landon proved that premise wrong. He controlled my body and mind with such ruthless precision that any time he wasn’t fucking me, all I could think about was fucking him.

  My biggest fear, that he would stop seeing me after we gave in to our urges, had been unfounded. Over the past three weeks, we’d been meeting up every day or two, sometimes multiple times in one day, unable to restrain our lust for one another.

  Sneaking around and hiding the affair from everyone around us was the hottest part of it. The thrill of sitting in Landon’s class while none of the teaching assistants or other students knew about the carnal knowledge he had of my body was unparalleled by anything else I’d ever done.

  Whenever we were in the lab alone together, his pants were unzipped and my skirt was flipped up. Despite the weather cooling down for autumn, I’d continued to wear skirts just to make our trysts quicker and easier to get away with.

  His and Nick’s house was an ideal place during the day, although the inconsistent hours Nick kept at his company made for some close calls when he came home unexpectedly.

  After three weeks, we still couldn’t get enough of each other.

  I twirled and approached the desk, laying the panties on the middle.

  Landon picked them up and felt them. “These are soaked.”

  Despite not having any real reason to be embarrassed, I flushed. He knew how much he turned me on.

  He tapped the desk in front of him. “Sit here, Princess.”

  I bit my lip and nodded. I loved the way he took control. It highlighted how much power he held over me, and it made me even wetter to please him in any way I could.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I rounded the desk and hopped up on the edge. He remained in the leather office chair before me.

  “Lie back.”

  I did as he asked and gasped as his hands slid up my thighs and spread them open, revealing myself to him. He kissed the inside of my knee tenderly, then gave a soft nibble that sent a bolt of lightning straight up my thigh.

  “Mmm, that feels so good.”

  He continued kissing and stroking the insides of my thighs. I’d grown used to his method of teasing me, but I could never get enough of it. It made the eventual full contact that much more intense, but the wait was almost more than I could bear every time.

  After a few minutes spent smothering my smooth legs with attention, Landon drew closer to my lips, and I gasped as he breathed only an inch away from my pussy. I wanted so badly to thrust up and force contact, but I knew from experience that he would only make things more difficult if I subverted his intentions.

  This was a game we’d played many times. I tried to hold out for as long as I could as he licked the inner crease of my hip and dug his fingertips into the firm flesh of my ass, but as always, his will was iron.

  “Please,” I whimpered. “Please lick me, sir.”

  I could feel the smile in his voice as he licked my hip bone and said, “There you go, Princess.”

  My hands clutched my skirt, fighting to keep from burying in his hair and forcing his mouth onto me.

  “No, not there.” My breath came in sharp pants that made it hard to talk. “I need to feel your tongue on my pussy.”

  No response except for his heavy breath teasing me with an infinitely lighter touch than any finger.

  Goddamnit!

  The lust had clouded my mind, and I could barely think.

  “Please, sir! Please lick my pussy, sir. Please!”

  When his tongue pressed against me in a broad, flat stroke, it nearly broke my consciousness from the fiery rush of sensation that coursed through my body in a vicious wave.

  “Oooh, yes!” I breathed the words, even in my delirious state aware of our precarious position in his office. “Again, please, sir!”

  His tongue returned, and this time, he was relentless. Not in force—he was surprisingly gentle—but in sheer persistence. The masterful strokes and twists of the tip of his tongue painted my passion like a master artist, drawing me further into incoherence until the only thing that mattered in the world was between my thighs.

  In what felt like an eternity but also no time at all, my ecstasy had built to incredible heights, threatening to drive me out of my mind with lust. The release followed, plunging me into a world of starburst brilliance unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  The throes of rapture robbed me of the ability to speak or scream or cry out, which was just as well considering the setting. By the time I came out of it enough for my brain to function, my sight was nearly black from the lack of oxygen. A big, gasping breath of air pulled me the rest of the way back into the world.

  “Jesus,” I said, the word a bare whisper, all I could muster. After a few deep breaths, my voice came back to me. “How the fuck do you do that?”

  When I raised my head, it was to meet Landon’s as he leaned over me and kissed me deeply. My taste was heavy on his lips, our tongues sliding sensuously across one another as I impressed on him my gratitude for his skill.

  He kissed me until I felt recovered and then broke it off. “Are you ready to go on, Princess?”

  His voice was still measured but rough. It was a tone I knew well—it conveyed his need. It was my turn to return the favor.

  “Yes, sir,” I said. After such an explosive climax, I wasn’t sure at first if I’d be good for anything else, but his expert mouth on mine had wound me up yet again. He was the most addictive drug in the world, and I could never get enough of him.

  “Good. You’ve interrupted some important work, Princess. Kneel under my desk. I want you to practice your deep throat skills as I finish up a few tasks.”

  I grinned at the order. It was a fantasy I’d confided to him a few days earlier, to be the teacher’s pet, the slut who sat underneath the desk to suck off the professor while he attended to important matters—what goody two-shoes girl hadn’t fantasized about that at some point or other?

 
With as much grace as I could muster, I slid to the floor in front of him, kneeling on the ground and backing up underneath the desk until I couldn’t cram myself back any further.

  He rolled forward in the chair, pressing forward until his bulge was mere inches away from my face. I licked my lips.

  Unzipping his pants wasn’t enough—his cock was too big to pull out through the hole—so I had to undo his belt and unbutton his suit pants. By this point, I was well-acquainted with his monster secret, but it still awed me every time I hefted it.

  Landon wasn’t looking down at me, making good on his word to attempt to attend to work while I practiced my skills.

  Let’s see if he can keep that up.

  After a few licks up the outside of his shaft, I opened my mouth as wide as it could go and took the head inside, swirling my tongue as I rotated my hands around the base, giving as much sensation as I could. I enjoyed taking my time when giving him oral, but this time, I wanted it to feel so good that he couldn’t do anything but lean back in his chair and look me in the eye as I serviced him.

  Wasting no time, I plunged down, fighting past the gag reflex as I’d been practicing until the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. With a deep breath, I pressed even harder, pushing until it slid past the tight ring of muscle and into my throat.

  A deep groan from above signaled part of my success, but Landon’s eyes were still on his monitor. I pushed even harder and took another inch, but there were still a couple left. Ignoring the need for air, I bobbed rapidly up and down, taking it further each time until my lips were almost to the trimmed hair at the base of his shaft.

  “Fuck.”

  It was barely audible, the whisper from above, but I swelled with pride at making him break his stoicism.

  Finally, I had to come up and gasp for air. My hands worshipped him as I did, enough cock for one more hand if I’d had another one.

  I slid it back down my throat, pushing to get it all the way. When it was at its deepest point, the door to the office opened.

  “Excuse me, Professor.”

  ~Landon~

  Addy’s mouth and throat drove me to such distraction that my eyes were staring past the monitor, unfocused as I concentrated on the unbelievably intense sensations surrounding my cock.

  The door opening made me snap to reality, and I watched as a familiar male freshman edged inside. I knew him, but I couldn’t place the face. “Excuse me, Professor.”

  My jaw snapped shut from where it had been hanging.

  Addy forgot to lock the door. Fuck, this is bad.

  There was no way the student could see her head, otherwise he would have said something by now. Addy hadn’t moved since the interruption, her warm mouth still around my cock.

  Her panties still lay on my desk, beside the keyboard. Hopefully, it just looked like a random pile of fabric.

  A random pile of lacy silk. Totally normal to have on my desk.

  “What is it?” I snapped. I would have recognized the boy if he’d been in my class, so I wasn’t inclined to act charitably toward him. He needed to go before he realized what he’d walked in on.

  The jumpy way the student responded to my tone of voice triggered my memory, and the next words confirmed my suspicion.

  “Sorry, sir. My name’s Brody. I’m a friend of Adeline’s. We have a group project due tonight that we’re supposed to meet to finish up, and I was wondering if you’d seen her. I know she spends a lot of time working on your research.”

  I cleared my throat. “I’m sure Miss Hudson has found a desk somewhere and is putting her head to work.”

  A short giggle from Addy vibrated through my cock, and I froze.

  Brody’s head tilted as if he thought he’d heard something but wasn’t sure. I willed him to go away.

  After an awkward pause, Brody nodded and backed away. “Thank you, Professor.”

  As soon as the door closed behind him, I pushed back from the desk, which removed my cock from Addy’s mouth.

  “Hey!” she said. “I wasn’t done with that yet.”

  “You forgot to lock the door,” I said, pointing out the obvious. “That could have ended so much worse, Addy.”

  She sighed. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, Landon. I can’t believe I forgot. I was just so wound up by the time I got here that I wasn’t thinking of anything else except getting a piece of you.”

  “I wasn’t paying enough attention either,” I said. “But I’m still going to have to think of a good way to punish you for this.”

  With a thoughtful look, she nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  I stood and strode to the door, locking it once I got there. Then I turned back.

  God, she’s so fucking sexy.

  She remained on her knees, the schoolgirl skirt and tight sweater with plunging neckline straight out of a pornographic fantasy. Her lipstick was a little smeared, and the mascara was smudged from her eyes running while she choked on my cock.

  And she was all mine.

  “Bend over the desk, Princess,” I said. “And spread your legs.”

  She did as I asked, assuming the position we’d both found we enjoyed the most. There was something so primal about taking her from behind.

  I wasted no time—we’d both been spun up enough, and she had afternoon classes to get to.

  Her pussy was so wet that I slid in with no problem. In one smooth motion, I was buried to the hilt inside her, pressing against the innermost reaches of her core and splitting her wide open.

  I took my time with her, building pace with long strokes, almost completely removing my cock before sliding all the way inside again, the sweet friction drawing us forward. When Addy moaned louder than I liked, I took her panties and gagged her with them. With a hand buried in her hair and another reaching around her body to tease her clit, she thrashed in a powerful orgasm beneath me.

  Still, I didn’t let up. I fucked her through that climax and into the next, extending her pleasure and giving her no breaks as I built her higher time and time again. After having so much sex in such a short time, my control was endless.

  Addy was coming up to a monster orgasm—I could read it in the way her thighs quivered and her muscles tensed and the aggressive way she rocked back into my thrusts. Committing fully to the end, I fucked her as hard as I could, each thrust building my pleasure until I reached the point of no return.

  Burying myself inside Addy one final time, my cock exploded within her, and her body was wracked with spasms. Despite the makeshift gag, her moans flooded the room, but I was too turned on to care.

  Holy fuck.

  Sometimes, the intensity of our fucking surprised me. No other woman had ever taken what I had to give with such determination and satisfaction and given me so much in return. What we had together was special.

  As our breathing slowed, Addy peeled her upper body off the desk and let her head hang between her arms. The panties fell from her mouth.

  “Oh, my God,” she said. “That was insane.”

  I grunted in agreement, unable to summon more of a response.

  We stood like that for another minute as we calmed down.

  “Do you have a towel or something?” Addy asked.

  “I do, but you’re not getting it. And you aren’t allowed to take your panties, either. I’m keeping them.”

  She twisted back to look at me, eyebrows furrowed in a quizzical look. “But you came inside me.”

  I nodded. “That’s your punishment for forgetting to lock the door. We could have gotten caught, so now you must go to your afternoon classes having to worry about me dripping out of you.”

  She groaned. “That’s just going to make me think about this for the rest of the day. And it'll make me way too horny.”

  “Good.”

  I pulled her off the desk and turned her head to the side so I could kiss her deeply. Her mouth was hungry, sinking into a deep kiss immediately, tongue against mine. As we kissed, I pulled out of her and let her stand
so she could come into my arms. Our kiss ended on a surprisingly tender note.

  “Is this ever going to be more than just fucking whenever we get a chance?” Addy’s face was unreadable as she looked up at me.

  I’d asked myself the same question countless times. What I wanted and what I knew must be were diametrically opposed, and I hadn’t found a solution yet.

  “We need to be careful, Addy,” I said, unable to offer more.

  She nodded. “I know.”

  With an abrupt turn, she strode to the door and unlocked it, letting herself out.

  Chapter 6

  ~Landon~

  The scents floating upstairs were heavenly.

  One of the best side benefits of living with Nick was that when the stress of start-up life became too great, he found that cooking was the most relaxing thing he could do. He didn’t just toss a couple of things into a pan either. He got downright gourmet with it, finding intense recipes that used fancy ingredients and advanced techniques.

  The more involved his brain had to be with the food preparation, the less room he had to worry about work.

  Shutting my laptop and rolling out of bed, I skipped downstairs.

  “Have a bad day at work?” I called out, rounding the corner into the kitchen. “That smells even better than usual.”

  I stopped short at the door. The ass in tight jeans bending over in front of the oven did not belong to my roommate.

  “Hey, man, that hurts,” Nick said from the living room. “There’s no way Addy can cook better than I can.”

  Addy rose with a steaming casserole dish in her mittened hands. “Okay, there, champ. You keep believing that. I’ve been learning directly from Mom for the past six years. You remember how good her cooking is, right, Landon?”

  My stomach rumbled. Their mother’s cooking had haunted my memories for years. The meals I’d spent around their kitchen table as a child were countless.