Page 45 of Almost Ravaged (Men of Evercrisp Orchard #1)

Chapter thirty-eight

Sawyer

I fear I’m out of my league as I hover on a precipice I’ve never been to before.

Mercer Eden is fucking my tits. My hands are occupied, making it impossible to touch myself, yet despite the lack of contact, I think I’m on the verge of coming.

The sight of him thrusting against my chest and playing with my piercings while he watches me with so much intensity may be enough to make me combust.

“Fuck. You feel so good.” I squeeze my nipples, the zap that shoots straight to my core making my vision hazy.

He’s long and thick, but not too girthy. Every time he thrusts forward and his crown appears, I stick my tongue out and lap at it.

I’m a mess, with saliva dripping down my chin and neck. I feel wanton and floaty, so close to hitting that dreamy headspace where the world stills and everything around me and inside me goes quiet before I come.

“Yes. Mercer. Please,” I beg as my clit pulses in rhythm with the tugs I give my piercings .

His cock hits my chin, and I whimper, desperate to taste him, to suck him through his release.

“So fucking close,” he murmurs. “But don’t try to lap it up or swallow me,” he warns.

A whine escapes me, but I don’t argue. I can be a good girl and do what he asks.

“I’m close, too,” I whimper.

“Don’t you dare come before I touch you.” He knocks my hands away from my breasts and takes over, pushing them together and rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Instantly, his movements grow sloppier.

I crane back and take him in. If I can’t come yet, then I sure as hell want to soak in every second of his pleasure.

He’s a dichotomy of power and passion, grunting, then practically whimpering as he thrusts.

I want to watch him explode. I want to see his expression when he finally unloads all over me.

“Eyes on me, Professor.”

Without slowing, he obeys, the feral virility dancing behind his dark brown irises making him look more beast than man.

His mouth falls open and his whole body tenses, his muscles hardening to stone as his cock spasms and pulsates.

Warmth oozes from the tip, allowing his shaft to glide up and down more easily.

He releases my breasts, and I quickly take over again, keeping them pressed together. Gripping himself, he paints my cleavage and coats my chest.

I collect a bit of his sticky pearlescent release with my fingers and smear it over both nipples. Before I can go back and do it again, he clutches my wrist and sucks the digits clean.

“Get on the fucking desk, Ms. Davvies.”

I scramble to my feet and hoist myself up, my breaths choppy and my heart pounding in my ears.

He stands, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, and drags his fingers up the center of my messy chest. When he cuffs my throat, I gasp.

“Lie back.” He kisses me—hard, fast, and with more desperation than I’d expect from a man who’s already found his release .

He breaks the kiss, but he remains close enough that his lips brush mine when he murmurs, “You said you were close. If I suck on your tits, do you think you can come?”

I balk. I have no idea. Nipple play is an efficient way to build myself up, especially during solo sessions. But to come? From that alone?

“I never have before,” I admit.

He raises one eyebrow and gives me a cocksure grin. Then he lowers his head, drags his tongue through his own release, and pushes it into my mouth. When he pulls back, he says, “I guess we’re about to find out.”

I swallow, and I’m still relishing the salty, tangy flavor when he clamps his teeth down on my nipple. The sensation sends a jolt to my clit that has me bucking up off the desk.

He releases me, and this time, he sucks my areola into his mouth and swirls his tongue around my nipple, then bites around my piercing. Hard.

“Come on, Little Nuisance,” he goads as he switches sides.

While he sucks my other nipple into his mouth, he deftly toys with the piercing through my already abused peak.

“Let me have this, then I promise I’ll eat your pussy so good you’ll feel the aftershocks when you’re sitting in the front row of my class.”

I tip my head back, eyes closed, focusing on the tingles in my core and warmth burning through my chest.

As my breathing picks up and the sensations intensify, I can’t help but glance down and take him in.

Mercer Eden is lapping at my tits, sucking and tweaking me into a frenzy. He’s ferocious, an unstoppable force of determination, as he winds me up, higher and higher.

The ache between my legs pulses. With a single touch, I’d tip over the edge. It’s so damn tempting to snake a hand down my body and rub a few quick circles around my clit. Or better yet, to have Mercer spread my thighs wide on this desk and do it for me.

“Your thighs are trembling. Your muscles are tensing up. Give it to me, Little Nuisance. I’m desperate to taste your cunt, but I won’t be satisfied until you give me this.”

I’m close. I’m close. I’m close. I’m—

He bites one nipple and pinches the other at the same time, erasing all coherent thought from my mind. The edges of my vision darken. Pain blooms into pleasure, and my greedy cunt spasms around nothing as an orgasm washes over me in strong, undulating waves.

Crying out, I tug on his hair. The high I’m riding is incredible, yet I still feel hollow and needy.

I crave the sensation of being filled. I’m overwhelmed but only satisfied on a surface level, my pussy still pulsating as I yearn for more.

Before I can demand he make good on his promise, he wraps me in his arms.

“Shh,” he soothes, peppering kisses along my chest and my neck. “I’ve got you.” He tucks me against his chest, providing a little cocoon of comfort I didn’t even know I needed.

Still murmuring in my ear, he drags his fingers up and down my back.

The touch is comforting, though it quickly reignites the fire low in my belly. A shudder rips through me before I can tamp it down.

Mercer hums against my ear. “Baby, what do you need?”

I need to be filled. I need to be fucked. I need to sob and be held. But I refuse to say any of that. I refuse to let him think I’m vulnerable.

So, pasting on a smirk, I pull back.

“I need you to make good on your promise, Professor.”

Pushing off him, I lie back, bracing myself on my elbows, and spread my legs wide.

He scans my body, the concern rolling off him transforming to hunger as he zeroes in on my lower half, pushes up my skirt, rips off my panties, and stares directly at my cunt.

I can only imagine how pink and wet I look right now. I’ve never felt this needy in my life.

While he takes his time adjusting himself, then zipping up and buttoning his trousers, I claw at the desk beneath me, resisting the urge to clamp my thighs together in search of friction.

When he positions himself between my legs, relief rushes over me. It’s replaced by another wave of heat when he angles over me and presses his lips to mine.

When he pulls back, he asks, “Are you on birth control?”

My heart lurches. I have an IUD and I get tested regularly, but I’m currently hovering close to subspace, and I don’t feel capable of thinking through the implications of letting my professor fuck me bare on his desk before class .

“Get out of that brilliant head of yours, Ms. Davvies, and answer my question. Are you on birth control?”

I nod slowly, trepidation coursing through me. “Yes, but—”

“But nothing,” he grits out. “I’m not planning to fuck you right now. I just want to know if I can lick up a mouthful of cum off your chest and shove it into your cunt with my tongue.”

Liquid heat floods my core.

Oh.

Fuck.

“I have an IUD,” I breathe. “And I was tested last month. I’m clear.”

“My last test was all good, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

“By all means, then.” I wave a hand, still balanced on my elbows. “Shove your cum inside me.”

With a smirk, he dives in. He licks up my chest, and once he’s collected a mouthful of his own release, he sticks out his tongue to show me.

My cunt spasms at the sight.

Kinky bastard.

He rubs his face down my stomach and along my thighs, his stubble tickling and sparking fresh desire.

Then he drops to his knees for me, spreads me open with his thumbs, and makes good on his promise by feeding his tongue into my pussy over and over again.

He prods me in a slow, sensual rhythm. He reaches deeper than I expect, taking his time to tongue-fuck me from multiple angles. When he eventually pulls away, he peers up. “Such a perfect little hole.”

I clamp my thighs around his head.

With a tsk, he pries them open and gets back to work. Once I’m filled up, he works his way up to my clit, lapping and sucking and nipping, attacking my sensitive nub.

Tide pools of pleasure collect in my core again, my pussy fluttering in anticipation with every sweep of his tongue.

When he slips one finger inside me, I buck up and cry out in relief.

“Quiet,” he scolds. Eyes sharp and focused on my face, he sucks my clit into his mouth and adds another digit.

“Fuck. Right there.” I dig my heels into his desk, bracing myself as he delivers the delicious fullness I so desperately crave .

He crooks his fingers, rubbing my inner walls with a precision I sincerely appreciate. As he presses against my sweet spot, he continues to devour that bundle of nerves, satisfying the deepest, most carnal edges of my desire.

A dual orgasm blossoms inside me. Intense pressure builds deep in my core as electricity zaps through my clit and ignites my every nerve ending.

He drives me higher, twists me tighter, until I can no longer stave off my release.

Inevitability washes over me. I give in to it completely, dropping my head back and letting go of all lucid thoughts. I’m nothing but floaty, effervescent sensation, along for the ride as the man between my legs drives me to impossible heights.

“Mercer,” I whimper. It’s the only warning I’m capable of giving.

With his fingers right where I need them, he seals his mouth around my clit to create the most perfect black hole of suction.

As the first spasm racks through me, tears spring to my eyes. I feel it from my scalp to my toes. My core erupts, fast, frantic pulses blending with deep, sweeping waves.

I cry out, my words incoherent, the overwhelming sensations sending the tears in my eyes cresting over my lashes.

In this moment, all I can do is be . All I can focus on is this.

If time passes, I’m not aware of it. If words are spoken, I don’t hear them.

Before I’ve even started to recover, Mercer scoops me into his arms and sits in his desk chair, cradling me against his chest.

I burrow my face into his shoulder, savoring the scent of salt water and citrus.

He holds me tighter, rubbing small circles on my back, keeping his arms firmly in place in a way that reaches a deeper part of my consciousness, soothing and sating my spirit.

His embrace brings with it a safety, a tranquility, I would never have expected.

The ferocity with which he’s holding me goes above and beyond any sort of casual post-coital cuddle. It smooths the broken edges I try so hard to hide from the world. It eases some of the pain I always carry and makes me feel like, in this moment, I can just be.

After several minutes have passed, he leans back and cradles my face, encouraging me to look at him.

When I oblige, he kisses the tip of my nose, my forehead, and then my lips .

“You are remarkable.” He smooths a warm palm down my bare back. “As much as I’d like to stay here all day and hold you, we have to get to class.”

The reminder sends reality rushing back.

Class.

Class, which starts in eleven minutes, according to the clock on the wall.

Class, wherein I’m the GA, and he’s the professor.

I scurry off his lap, my heart clawing up my esophagus and embarrassment washing over me.

I have no shame whatsoever regarding the sexual relations we just shared. I am, however, slightly mortified that I allowed myself to get lost in the post-coital bliss of cuddling in his lap.

Turning away, I clasp my bra and adjust my camisole, then fetch my cardigan off the floor. I spin in a circle, looking for a mirror so I can assess myself but come up empty-handed. I’ll need to stop at the restroom to check my makeup and hair before heading down.

“Sawyer.”

The use of my first name shocks me out of my thoughts and sends me spinning around.

“Before we head out,” Mercer says, his expression shrewd and his arms crossed, “I need to make one point abundantly clear.”

He stalks around the desk, and I back up on instinct. Only when he’s backed me into a built-in bookcase does he stop.

He peers down at me, then gently tips my chin up so I’m forced to look at him.

“What just occurred will not affect your position in this department in any way. There is nothing to worry about, professionally or personally.”

Relief hits me, stealing the air from my lungs.

“Also of note,” he continues. “I sincerely hope this wasn’t a one-time occurrence for us. Now that I’ve had a taste, Ms. Davvies, I’ll be dreaming of our next encounter. Ideally, off campus, where I don’t have to remind you to stay quiet.”

Oh. Okay, then.

He places a featherlight kiss on my lips, smirks, then backs up.

I stand there, stunned, but grateful, nevertheless, for the clear, direct communication.

Once he’s rounded his desk again, I spring into action, collecting all my folders and stashing them in my bag. I still need to find a mirror and get it together before class, but inside, I feel a hell of a lot calmer than I did moments ago.

“See you in class, Professor.” I head for the door, glancing over my shoulder.

His smoldering gaze meets mine and sends me soaring. Dozens of butterflies dance in my belly, then they simultaneously take flight when he replies, “See you out of class as well, Ms. Davvies.”