Page 77 of Revere

“Someone could come back. You could lose everything.”

He shrugs. “You’re worth the risk. Now come here.”

Jacob stands tall, watching me as I do the same. My cheeks heat as the vibrator continues to rub against me, even though he’s turned the setting to a slow, torturous buzz. I circle the desk, and he presses me against it, pushing his thigh between my legs.

One hand snakes up my back until he’s tugging my ponytail and forcing me to face him.

“Oh, god.” My fingers grip his sides.

My hands run along his tapered waist while I clench my thighs around one of his. I’m burning up, unable to help that I’m rocking my hips on his thigh unapologetically. I’m no longer in control of myself as I ride through the waves.

He presses the button to increase the speed, and I crest over the final hill. Then I’m plummeting. Sinking into the pleasure as it pulls me under.

“That’s it, baby.” He caresses my neck. “You need to be nice and wet if you’re going to take my cock.”

I shiver, losing all control. It’s so incredibly wrong, and yet, it makes me want him even more. My core clenches around the toy, and I unravel. I’m crumpling while Jacob holds me in his arms.

Only then does he press the button to turn off the toy, setting the remote aside.

“Come.” He holds out a hand, and I take it.

I’m still in such a fog that I don’t grab any of my things. I’m barely coherent as he guides me, on wobbly knees, to the front of the classroom. There’s a door at the side that leads to an office he rarely uses.

We cross the threshold, and his control snaps. The moment he shuts the door, his lips land on mine. He devours me in a kiss like a man obsessed.

Like he can’t get enough.

I can’t either. My arms wrap his neck as he locks the door and spins us so I’m sitting on the desk. My legs wind around his waist. A battle of nails and teeth and desperation as he claims me. We break the kiss long enough for him to strip off my shirt, and my bra is tossed aside a moment later.

Unlike the first time, I don’t pull back or worry what he’ll think as he undoes my pants and tugs them off me. As he strips me down to my scars. He’s seen it all, and he’s still here. He still wants me.

Finally, he reaches between my legs and pulls the toy out, setting it aside. I’m empty for only a moment before he sinks his fingers deep, curling them inside me.

“Jacob.” My nails dig into his arms.

“I’ve been dying to taste you since you started squirming in class.” He lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks me off them. “My needy girl. You taste so good.”

“Oh yeah?” I hitch an eyebrow. “When do I get to taste you?”

His jaw turns rigid as his green eyes darken. “Are you asking to suck my cock, Ms. Lancaster?”

I bite my bottom lip. “Please, Professor.”

A growl rumbles in his chest as he takes a step back.

He glances at my scarred knees for a split second, snapping his mouth shut as he seems to reconsider something. Then, in one swift move, he slides my ass farther back on the desk.

“Lie back, baby.” A single finger trails down my throat, between my breasts, pausing at my belly button.

When I slowly lie back on the desk, completely naked, he moves his finger lower, tracing me. Skating a path to my hip, cascading over one side, then the other, until he’s skimming it on the inside of my thigh and slowly moving between my legs. But he doesn’t add pressure. With a feather-light touch, he drags his finger over my mound and then runs it along the slit, teasing me before he pulls away completely.

For a second, I think he’s done, but then he snags my hand from my side and lifts it to his lips, sucking my fingers into his mouth. His tongue slides between my fingers until I’m clenching my thighs.

“I want you to show me what feels good for you, Patience.” He lowers my wet fingers to my pussy, lacing his with them as he shoves us both in. “Have you ever played with yourself?”

“Yes.” My voice cracks with my answer as pleasure starts to shoot through me. “I have.”

“Show me how.” He steps back, pulling his hand away so I’m on display for him.