Chapter 7

Seven

Amber

I jerk awake, not sure what has me sitting up in bed, clutching the sheet.

Then I hear it again, and for a brief moment I think I hear my father. He's found me or my landlord has broken into my apartment and has all his trash friends with him. I'm gulping for air as the room comes into view. I left a light on in the corner and I start to breathe again when I realize where I am and whose bed I'm snuggled in.

There it goes again. Faint and deep, almost breathy.

I guess I'm still half asleep when I reach the middle of the stairs because I don't fully understand what I'm hearing until the very deep and utterly pussy-clenching grunt reaches my ears.

And just like that everything I shoved to the back of mind so I could grab a few hours of sleep comes roaring back to life in a wave of heat, and my panties are instantly drenched.

Masculine grunts and groans carry over to where I stand now at the foot of the stairs, my hand gripping the railing for support.

My breath catches in my throat at the beautiful, erotic view I find in the middle of the living room. Moonlight spills through the skylights overtop the sofa where Maddox lays sprawled out naked. Silver light kisses rippling muscle and the rock-hard cock in his hand.

Oh God. This is bad. I know this is a private moment, but I can't help but watch.

My pulse hammers erratically and shoots a bolt of electricity to my clit, making the little nub throb.

And then he does the unthinkable and I hear the last thing I expect.

"That's it, my sweet sugar. Take my cock in your mouth. Lick it as you suck. Draw my milk out."

Heat tingles through me, starting near my heart and working its way south from there. Was he talking about me? Is someone else in the room that I can't see? I step closer only to find the space in front of the couch bare of anyone else.

"Fuck, yeah, Amber, take all your professor's big cock in that hot mouth and drink every drop down that beautiful throat. That's my girl, lick me clean."

Every single muscle in his body is strained, tight and bulging. His angry cock looks ready to explode in his hand, but he hasn't reached that point yet. But he's close.

His veined shaft is raging hard in his hand as he pumps the full length from root to head, causing a rivet of cum to spill from the slit. He's picking up speed, aiming for a fast release. I lick my lips and slide my fingers into my panties. He's jerking off to a fantasy of me. Oh my God. I've never seen anything sexier.

Do I go to him? Help relieve the pressure or hold myself back and pretend I don't see him working his beautiful cock?

My nub is throbbing and the second my finger touches the bundle of nerves buried between my folds, I cry out into the night. Everything in me comes alive. My nipples harden, and liquid spills over my fingers as I stroke myself.

My gaze shoots to his over the edge of the couch and even in the pale light I can read the fire and heat in his gaze. His expression is an odd mix of pleasure and fury. "What the fuck are you doing, Amber? Go to bed!"

I can tell he's angry and probably embarrassed, but right now I don't care and I am about to make him not care either.

I'm on my knees beside him, ripping my shirt off and taking his cock in my hand before he has a chance of protesting further.

"I need this. I need you , professor. Please. It must hurt. Let me…" I whisper, flicking my tongue out to catch the pearl of cum cresting the fat, bulbous head. I brush my lips over the silky flesh, and his cock grows bigger in my hand.

His chiseled abs are quaking with restraint as he holds himself in check, but I want nothing more than to make him lose his control.

He's gripping the base of his shaft right beneath my hand, holding my gaze for half a heartbeat when he points the milky tip toward me.

That's all the in I need.

He gathers my hair in his hand and moves the long, dark locks to the side.

Without looking away, I open and sink my mouth over the thick, heavy length of him, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. I pull out and do it all over again. Working him with my hand around his thick girth as I swallow him whole again and again.

His fingers tighten in my hair, and I love the bite of pain. Sweat beads across his body and his jerking hips.

He comes off the couch and grows impossibly harder. The sticky, suckling sound of him fucking my mouth fills the silence and the eroticism has my hand under the dainty band of my panties again. This time when I cry out he's right there driving into my mouth faster and harder, and I can taste him on my tongue. I circle my clit in time with my strokes of his cock, grinding my hips and desperate for my own release. My pussy clenches and juices spills over my hand as I shove two fingers in, uncaring of my virginity as the first hot rope of his cum hits the back of my throat.

"Take it all, sweetheart, swallow me and let me see those beautiful eyes as I shoot my load into the fucking perfect mouth."

My cheeks hollow around him and I do as he commands, but I can't find my own release.

He moves quickly, pulling his spent shaft from my mouth as I swallow the last of his cum on my tongue. In two seconds I'm on my back replacing him on the couch as he kneels his big body over me. Without a word between us he rips the lacy panties from me and tosses them on the floor with my borrowed shirt.

"Lie back," he commands gruffly, "…and spread your legs." He's clenching and unclenching his fingers at his side.

The rough, primal anger in his voice tells me this is going to be hard and fast, but I'm going to love everything he's about to do to me. His powerful shoulders force my legs apart when I don't move quickly enough for him.

I'm spread wide open for him to see each and every naughty bit of me in the moonlight.

"Maddox, hurry. It hurts so good. It's burning. Help me." Every word comes out as a barely whispered plea each of which do not fall on deaf ears.

His tongue is on me licking and probing my tight virgin cunt. No easing me into anything. Not tonight. The hunger is too raw and powerful. Something I didn't think was possible before now.

I trail my fingers over my nipples and down my tummy in search of my throbbing, aching clit as he devours the rest of me. I've never wanted a man so much as I want him right now and my clenching pussy craves to know what it feels like to have a man take me there.

I arch when he drags his tongue through my pouty pink lips and continues on until I feel him rimming my ass with the tip of his tongue. He wraps his arms around my legs and holds me to him, eating me out like I'm his last meal and this is his last day on earth.

"Maddox," I scream, feeling the same desperation from the last time he made me cum. It's as tangible as the heady lust hanging in the night air. Desperation to have, to taste, to consume until we both feel satisfied.

"Fuck me, please give me all of you." My head is thrashing from side to side.

This time my words have no effect on him. He continues to eat my ass and then work his way up, nibbling on my swollen lips and then wrapping his lips around my nub and sucking.

A burst of sensation rains through me, bowing my back off the cushions and into his strong hands the second my climax hits me with the strength of a sonic boom. He flicks his tongue over the tiny bud a few more times, causing pulsating waves to ripple throughout my body. Hot cum spills from my center, and he catches every last drop I have to give, as greedy as I was for him.

Hard, burning waves of arousal are still lapping within and I'm still coming down from my release when he takes me in his arms and carries me back to his bed in silence.

He tucks me in, taking care not to touch me once I'm out of his arms and safely under his covers.

"This didn't happen and won't happen again." He states matter-of-factly.

I smirk. Nice try. There's not a cell in my body that isn't humming with pleasure from the climax he gave me, and his dick is already hanging hard and heavy between his thighs again.

Try ignoring that.