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  “I know. I don’t know why. I’ve probably done all the things you plan to do to me in here.”

  As soon as she said the words, her face flamed. Wow, her slut factor just kept rising, didn’t it?

  “I doubt that.” He licked her ear. “I have very…diverse interests.”

  Jacy bit her lip around a smile. The sensual promise in his voice had her wondering exactly what nasty things he imagined doing to her.

  One of his hands slid around to her chin, holding it tilted up, while the other slid down along the slope of her ass. He fisted the skirt of her dress, pushing it to her waist. She wriggled against him, and he ground himself into her, working the hard ridge of his cock along her crack.

  “Spread your legs.”

  The sheer command in his voice sent a wave of drugging lust through her. Jacy couldn’t resist goading him. “Make me.”

  Wright let out a dangerous rumble that weakened her knees. He kicked her legs apart, and fisted the back of her panties. “I don’t like repeating myself, young lady.”

  Excitement electrified her at the implications. “Are you going to punish me, Tyson?”

  “Damn right.” He shoved her to the edge of her bed and bent her over it. Her blood turned to liquid fire. Jacy held herself up on her hands, tried to straighten, but he shoved her shoulders down. His other hand jerked her panties down from her ass.

  “I only say things once. The second time, I tan your ass. Understand?”

  “Oh fuck. Kinky professor.” She gave a nervous chuckle.

  His hand collided with her ass, hard. Jacy cried out, pleasure and pain zinging across her cheek.

  “You have no idea.” He smacked the other cheek and she whimpered, pussy clenching. He slid his fingers up and down her core, letting out a soft moan. “Nice and wet for me. Lie down on the bed.”

  Jacy bit her lip. So much more fun to rile him. She tried to straighten and turn to him. “Fuck you.”

  He snorted. “Wow. All right then.” His palm slammed into one globe of her ass, then the other, each with an erotic crack. “That’s fine, it makes me harder when you resist.”

  Jacy closed her eyes. The threat of a thorough, vicious fucking nearly made her come.

  Tyson shoved her onto the bed, pinning her with his frame in such a fashion that her legs hung off the side. His huge hand drove into her hair, pushing her cheek into the mattress, while the other slid between them. She felt him working his belt and fly.

  Instinctively, Jacy tried to get her footing, to regain some measure of control. He took it too easily; she needed to show him she could handle him. She tried to push her shoulders up. He put one arm across her shoulders pinning her down, and ground his cock against her ass.

  She froze. “Wait a second, don’t you need lube?” Nervousness wound through her at the thought of taking something as big as he felt in her ass without anything to lubricate her.

  Wright licked his way along the arch of her bare back. “Mmm. I should fuck you without it.”

  A twinge of fear bit into her and for a fraction of a second, she wondered if she’d taken on more than she could handle. Yet she shivered with delight at the threat.

  “Tyson…please, don’t.” Her breathing quickened.

  He stopped. She relaxed. He ran one hand over her hair, stroking it back. His mouth brushed her ear.

  “Jacy. I will never hurt you, unless you want it. I’m not that kind of asshole.”

  She grinned at his implication. He was an ass, just not that kind. She nodded, affection for him blossoming. The protectiveness, the compassion in his voice made her stomach flutter. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl. Where is your lube?”

  “In the drawer of the nightstand.”

  Tyson lifted off her. She turned on her side, watching him as he hunted up the lube in the small drawer. His cock bobbed above the line of his pants, pulled only to his hips. Fuck, he was huge. Deliciously long and thick. Her mouth watered to suck him, and disappointment nicked at her she wouldn’t be able to. They’d both agreed there wouldn’t be another night like this.

  “You’re not taking off your clothes?”

  “Nope. Turn over.”

  Oh yeah, she loved the clipped, matter of fact command, the implication he was there to fuck her and nothing more, but the inequality of him remaining more clothed than her offered the perfect reason to rile him.

  “Take off your clothes, Tyson.”

  He was on her in a second, spinning her into her stomach, pinning her shoulders to the bed. His palm came down on her ass and she squealed.

  “What did I tell you? I want you on your stomach. This is how I want to fuck you, so this is how you get fucked.”

  Holy hell. Jacy clawed at the bed, lowering her forehead to the mattress. “Yes, sir.” This man was just all kinds of fuck-me hot.

  “Good girl.” He tore her panties off and jerked her dress down until it slid off her legs. Then he pulled her to the edge of the bed so that she hung off it at an angle that allowed for zero control.

  One of his hands gripped her shoulder, a firm, stabilizing hold. A moment later, she felt something slick on his fingers working into her tight hole.

  When had he even opened the lube? She heard him working it over his cock. Then he lay over her, his hard chest easily crushing her to the mattress. God, his weight felt amazing and powerful. His cotton shirt rubbed against her back.

  Tyson slid one finger into her ass, and she gritted her teeth at the hint of pain that came with the volts of pleasure. Her last boyfriend had liked anal as much as her, thankfully, so it didn’t usually hurt much. He pushed his finger in up to the second knuckle and she hissed through her teeth.

  “Oh, fuck, Tyson…”

  “You like that?” He took his finger out and a moment later, his cock pressed at her back entrance. His breath fanned her ear. “Good. Cause there’s nothing better than a tight ass, Jacy. You’re gonna feel so good.”

  The hunger in his voice nearly sent her over the edge. She’d never heard a man need so much. He slid slowly into her, and pure, raw pleasure raced through her like fire. A lusty growl left him and slid in and out, his thrusts firm and possessive without being rough.

  Jacy tossed her head back, grinding her ass into him hard, fisting the other end of the bed.

  “Oh, god, fuck, Tyson, don’t stop.”

  “I don’t plan on it.” His hand shoved her face down, his palm hot against her cheek while he drove in and out of her in long, deep strokes. She fucked him back, loving every stretch, every slow thrust. He slowed down a little more.

  “God, Jacy. You feel so damn good. I could live inside you for a lifetime.” He drove in deep and let out the sexiest groan from deep in his throat.

  What was it she heard beneath the desire in his tone? Longing, or something more? For an instant, the promise that what they shared this night would mean nothing slid away from her, and something much deeper for him than lust washed over her. Jacy shut it down. He couldn’t feel the same way, not for someone as young and inexperienced as her. And even if he did, it couldn’t lead anywhere beyond this.

  All the same, when he kissed his way along her shoulders and down her back, taking her with slow, savoring strokes, she was sure she sensed something in him. The way he groaned, the way his hand cradled the top of her head, this went beyond a mindless fuck.

  “Tell me what you like, Jacy.” A husky rasp. “Tell me how to fuck you.”

  His need to please her sent her desire to a feverish height and she rocked back into him. Until now, he’d talked like he would have swatted her for telling him what she wanted.

  “God, Tyson, I need to come. Fuck me harder. I need to come.”

  “It’s two hours until midnight. Maybe I shouldn’t let you come until later, hm?”

  She chuckled. “Don’t you dare.”

  “Excuse me?” His hand slid over her ass, threatening.

  “Um. I mean, please let me come, Tyson.”

  “Bette
r.” He grabbed the back of her hair, yanked her head back, and the pain went right to her neglected pussy. Tyson’s pace quickened so suddenly she cried out. He lifted up on his arms and fucked her hard and fast. When she drew close to the edge, he smacked her thigh and the bite of pain pulled her back down.

  “Oh, fuck, no.” Frustration roared in her and she whimpered, grinding against him, clawing for release.

  Another hard clap on her thigh and she stilled. “Behave yourself. You come when I’m ready.”

  “Let me come.”

  She expected him to stop or otherwise punish her. Instead, he let out a greedy grunt, lifted up, and jerked her hips up to the right angle. He took her savagely.

  “Christ, Jacy. So damn good.” His hips smacked hers with a swift, violent rhythm that made every stroke of his cock frantically erotic. “Yeah, oh shit. Come!”

  Jacy spiraled over the edge in a frenzy, clawing at the mattress, tossing her head.

  “Oh, god, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!”

  Tyson jerked her head to the side, savaging her mouth. His tongue marauded, he bit her lip hard. He slammed into her three or four times and rumbled his release into her mouth.

  When he pulled out, he turned her gently onto her back. He laid her across the bed properly and settled himself gently over her.

  “Wow.” She grinned up at him. “If there was any question as to why I like older men, there isn’t now. That was fucking incredible.”

  He laughed softly. Then he looked at the clock and scowled. One hand brushed her bangs from her forehead. It’s almost ten. Two hours left.”

  Disappointment rode her hard, but she shut it down again. She wouldn’t ask him to stay. Wouldn’t even bat an eye when he left. Still, it was nice to hear the regret in his voice.

  “I know.” She lifted her arms and slid them around him. “Lots of time.” She cocked her head and let her lips hover close to his without touching. “Lots of time for you to do whatever other nasty things you want to do to me.”

  A pleased sound left him and he bent, running his tongue between her lips. His lips teased and brushed, slow, sensual. When he drew back a little, his brow furrowed.

  “Jacy.”

  “Mm.”

  “Where did you learn to fuck?”

  She rose a brow at him. He sighed.

  “I didn’t mean that to sound so crass. But you’re very…skilled.”

  “I am?” Her heart buoyed. Her last boyfriend had always said the opposite.

  “You are. Answer me, young lady.”

  She licked her lips. How much to tell him? Would he hate her for what she’d done? Oh, she knew experience in a woman wasn’t a reason to feel ashamed, but part of her always felt a little shame about her first time.

  “When I was sixteen, I went to a summer camp. A counselor and I had…a thing. He was…experienced.”

  “Older.”

  “Yeah.”

  Tyson ran his palms slowly over her shoulder, down her back. So slow, so tender. Loving. Her throat tightened. This is where most men brought up her age. And then hightailed it.

  “How much older?”

  “Ten years. He liked to experiment. Show me things. I have…um.” She looked away. “I can’t get off with guys my age. Because of him.”

  “What happened?”

  “My age got in the way. He decided he wanted someone more mature.”

  Sympathy darkened his eyes. Jacy shrugged and twisted to roll onto her stomach before he could console her. Tyson’s hand took her shoulder, firmly keeping her on her back. He turned her face to him. Opened his mouth to say something, then closed it.

  “Come here.” He kissed her long on the mouth.

  What had he been about to say? What had she seen in his eyes? Whatever it was, it was gone when he lifted his head. Jacy panted, staring up at him. How could he think she was experienced? Every touch from him sent her reeling.

  “I want a shower.” He stood up and pulled her to a sitting position.

  “Tyson.” She pulled her hand out of his, worry eating at her. She didn’t want either of them getting too comfortable before her parents came home.

  “Relax.” He smiled. “We have time. Come.”

  She rolled her eyes, but let him pull her to her feet. The promise of seeing him fully naked under the spray was too much to resist. He pulled her into his arms for a long moment, tipped up her chin, and kissed her again. Long, deep, slow. Her senses spun. Jacy licked at his mouth, loving every heated stroke.

  “You’re never going to want to let me go, Jacy. After tonight, you’ll never be able to forget me.”

  Her heart squeezed, but she plastered on a smile. “Wrong, sir. You’re the one who’s never going to forget me.”

  He bent to her ear and his breath tickled it. “We’ll see, young lady. We’ll see.”

  Damn him. He was going to make this hurt, wasn’t he?

  No. They had two hours left, and she was determined to enjoy them. Tomorrow, her heart would break, just like it always did, but for tonight, she’d love being his.

  CHAPTER 4

  Jacy thought they’d spend as little time in the shower as possible, given their limited timeframe. As Tyson rinsed the last of the shampoo from her hair, she leaned against him, letting the heat of his body mingle with the steam and heat of the spray. His mouth and tongue left a fiery trail along her shoulder, sucking the spot on her neck below her ear until she whimpered.

  “God, Tyson, I need you again. Take me back to bed.”

  “Not yet.” He spun her to face him and shoved her against the back wall of the shower. One of his hands slid over her throat, not with any force, but the heat of his palm reminded her of his control. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. A spear of need lanced straight to her pussy and she dropped her head back, gripping the back of his hair on a moan.

  Hot and demanding, he sucked hard, then his tongue flicked and swirled until the nipple hardened to the point of pain. She arched into him, panting, trying to guide his wicked mouth.

  Tyson tightened his hand on her throat a hair until she relaxed against him. He switched to the other nipple, sucked, lapped at it until she squirmed.

  “Fuck, please.”

  “You want to end up over my knee, Jacy?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Behave.”

  He slid his hand between her legs, dragging his finger over her clit until she hissed and bucked. One finger slid into her sheath and she rocked her hips, intense need ripping through her.

  He removed his fingers. Would he turn her around and fuck her ass again? Hard and fast, like before?

  Instead, he shut the water off. When he straightened, his gaze bored into hers. He traced her lips with his thumb. Her juices coated her lip.

  “You’re so gorgeous. I love your confidence, the fearless way you take me.”

  She smiled at him, hoping he couldn’t tell her heart skipped a beat at his words. “You aren’t falling in love with me, are you, Tyson?”

  “Never.” But his smirk was playful, and there was softness in his grey eyes she’d never seen before. When he drew back, she slid her nails lightly down his chest. His cock bobbed, pointing up at her.

  Mouth watering, she kissed her way down his chest. His muscles flexed and jumped at her touch.

  “What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”

  She dropped to her knees, grinning up at him. “Didn’t you promise to put my mouth to good use?”

  Tyson chuckled and buried his hand in her hair, guiding her lips to him. She took him in her mouth, running her hands up and down his stomach and chest while she sucked him deep and hard, loving the long, iron-like length of him. His essence coated her tongue and she swallowed it eagerly, then sucked harder. Tyson bucked into her mouth on a grunt.

  Jesus. If someone had told her she’d be sucking Professor Wright’s cock tonight, she’d have burst into laughter. It baffled her that such an incredibly sexy man would even look at her. It
was liberating, knowing he wanted her as much as she’d longed for him.

  His hand drove into her hair and she let him take her mouth hard. “Oh, fuck, yeah. You got a nice, sweet mouth, don’t you, Jacy.”

  She moaned, eating his cock, licking, bobbing her head fast.

  Hands tightening in her hair, his cock jerked and became harder if that were possible. The muscles in his arms corded under her fingers.

  “Enough. Come here.” He stepped back and jerked her to her feet. She chuckled at his obviously fraying resolve.

  He took barely a minute to dry them both off before pulling her back into the bedroom again. He lifted her onto his hips and walked to the bed, spilling her across it.

  “I’m already ready for you again.” She ran her hands over his chest, ran one up and down his huge, steely cock. He was as hot as she’d expected, with just the right dusting of hair across his chest, pointing the way to his vivid erection.

  “God, I want to eat you until you come in my mouth.” He kissed his way along her neck.

  “So do it.”

  He shoved her hands into the mattress above her head and looked down at her. “No way. I won’t last, and I need you again.”

  The easy admission warmed her heart. “So fuck me, sir.”

  He moaned and devoured her mouth. She raked her nails down his back. Tyson reared up, and his eyes darkened with need. His cock pressed against her core and he slid slowly into her, the muscles in his arms and chest bunching powerfully.

  God, he felt so good, every time would be like the first time with him. He filled her, stretched her perfectly, like he was made for her.

  Tyson slid his arms under her legs, spreading her for him, and thrust slowly in and out. Jacy clenched around him, rocking her hips up into him, high and hard, letting him hit every part inside her.

  “God damn, Jacy. I could do this for days.” He cupped her ass, lifting her pussy high and taking her at a new angle. His cock hit her at the right spot and she cried out.

  Release rolled closer and Jacy slammed her hands into the headboard, bucking into him like a fiend.

  Tyson’s pace turned frenzied, and his fingers bit into her hips while he drove into her, harsh and greedy. Jacy threw back her head on a scream.