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You can't help but frown as you read the email again. And again. It doesn't make sense. You followed the syllabus for the paper to the letter, you had more than one published source to support each of your remarks regarding the subject reading and it's interpretation.
So how in the world had you passed the assignment by the skin of your teeth?
Grumbling as you rub your hands down your face. This hasn't been the first assignment that you got such a dismal score on, at least in this class, all of your others you were excelling as you had expected with the amount of work you were putting in.
Everyone kept telling you to relax, to have fun, how university was a chance to figure out who you were. Not to bury your nose in your studies like you had all throughout the rest of your academic studies.
That wasn't you though. You didn't like to party every weekend like some of the others you had met on campus. In fact after your first year, you realized dorm life wasn't suited to what you were trying to do and had moved into a shoe box of an apartment. Your goal was to pass with honors and get on with living your life after you were settled in your career.
Which is why you were starting to feel that bubble of frustration build inside of you at these low marks. You weren't just trying to skim by, you were putting hours of your life into this and it seemed that this one professor had it out for you.
Professor Morningstar.
Just saying his name sent of your fellow scurrying out of the way and into rooms to get away from anything to do with him. The only people that seemed interested where some of the more attractive members of the student body that all wanted one thing, to get in the sac with the man.
You could understand some of the appeal. With that thick black hair that showed a few hints of gray, the sharp angle of his chin and those intense crimson eyes of his. He was a damn good looking man. When he wasn't speaking that is. The second he opened his mouth he acted like he was the epitome of pride itself and you found it was a bit nauseating. At least he didn't try to push his own books as being part of the curriculum like some of your other professors.
Sighing you turned back to your keyboard and started to draft an email that left your stomach feeling like it had been stuffed with rocks. You asked for a meeting with the man regarding your grades.
Fuck did you pray for mercy while you waited for a response.
You arrived outside his office with ample time, standing in the hallway with your satchel stuffed full of documents. Dressed in a pair of slacks and a blouse, sure classes didn't have a dress code but you're more than smart enough to realize that if you don't treat this like an interview Professor Morningstar is just as likely to throw you out instead of listening to you, let alot take you seriously.
You have your plan on how you’re going to approach this and you think it's a pretty solid one. Taking a deep breath while you glance down at your watch. fifteen minutes until your appointment, you just need to keep your nerves from getting to you.
The door to his office slams open as another student comes rushing out in tears. Well, so much for trying to keep your nerves from getting to you.
You can hear the disgruntled sigh as your professor appears in the doorway, his eyes narrowed as if in disgust as they follow the woman down the hallway. “Another refusing to accept bribes is not the way to academic achievement.” Muttering the words under his breath. You're terrified to move since it seems he doesn't know you're standing right next to his office door.
At least not until he takes another step and the smallest tremor that you might have taken for surprise is on his pale face. Your eyes wide you try to calm your racing heart as you swallow before giving the smallest nod and manage to squeak out. “Good afternoon Professor Morningstar.”
“You’re early.” A statement more than a question as he quirks one of his eyebrows at you.
“Is that a problem?” Seeing the way his brows furrow together for a moment the fear coursing through you subsides, is he actually surprised you showed up before your appointment?
“Simply an unexpected outcome.” Crossing his arms for a moment as those crimson eyes of his seem to flash as he takes in your appearance. “As you have arrived early, would you be against getting this meeting underway?”
“No Sir.” Giving your head a shake to which he nods, holding the door open for you to slip past him and take a seat across from his desk.
It's your first time in the space and you have to admit it seems rather imposing, with the large oak desk that's perfectly arranged. The few trinkets on it clearly hold some sentimental value with the way all of them are faced towards him and not whoever is sitting across from him. “In your email, you stated you wanted to discuss your grade.” Another statement and you nod, reaching into your bag and pulling several folders from within.
“Yes professor, though since sending the request I realized it might not have conveyed my intent directly.” Focused on spreading out the first of your files you miss the way his eyes darken and a sneer starts to form on his face.
“If you're going to waste my time and try to convince me via unorthodox methods about how you deserve a better grade I'm not in the mood.” The way his voice sounds like venom has you surprised, lifting your head from the paper with a raised eyebrow of your own. The words about the other student make sense as do some of the other remarks you've heard about him around campus.
It makes you bristle. “If I thought spreading my legs was the answer to getting my credits I'd have worn a skirt.” Biting back just as hard with your eyes narrowed, well aware that it's more like a sheep telling a wolf off. “Now if you're willing to actually listen instead of making assumptions I'm happy to begin this professional meeting regarding my assignments. Professor.”
It's brief. Like a flicker that could have been easily missed but you see the surprise in his eyes. It's gone as he leans forward to rest his chin on his folded hands while watching you. “My apologies for the assumption. Plead your case.”
You're still annoyed but you go back to the first assignment. “Here I have the first assignment as well as your syllabus, I've gone through it several times and highlighted each of the points I made to correspond with what you explained was expected in order to achieve the expected result.” Sliding it across to him, surprised as he takes it and raises a brow at the way you've even color coded it to each corresponding brick in the document. “The same with the next document.” Placing another file laid out the same way “As well as the next.”
You have to swallow as you see the start of a frown beginning to form on his lips as his eyes narrow. “Based on that and the provided paperwork I see how according to my interpretation I should have almost full marks for each of these assignments instead of the barely passable mark you've given me.”
“You point being?” He raises a single eyebrow at you once more as if he's back to the disbelief that you're sitting across from him about these papers.
Forging on for what you think is going to be the hardest sell in your argument with him. “My point, is there's only two possible outcomes. One, you don't follow your own grading rubrics which given the way you teach seems highly unlikely.” Watching that frown on his face shift into a look of curiosity. “Two. I don't understand what you are asking in these assignments. Which is probably the most likely scenario.” He's blinking like mad as you swallow, your mouth starting to feel like it's full of cotton. “So I'd like to ask you to explain to me what I'm missing so I can take the appropriate action on my part for future assignments instead of fumbling in the dark.”
His booming laughter has you reeling, your head snapping backward as your hackles rise. Is he making fun of you? Reaching up to wipe at the wetness under that single golden monocle before shaking his head. “That was certainly not what I was expecting of this meeting.” A few more chuckles of laughter before he looks at his watch. “You're my last appointment for today but I have a faculty meeting in three hours. How much time do you have?”
It's like night and day as you tell him you don't have anything planned but schoolwork after this meeting. For the next two and a half hours you sit with your notebook out, scribbling madly as he speaks and goes over each assignment in tandem with the syllabus, taking the time to explain each point you missed and how you had misunderstood what he was looking for.
The longer he speaks the more it starts to make sense as you realize you had fully missed the points of what he wanted in the assignments, too focused on the wording instead of the context he wanted to see applied in your arguments. Your hand burns by the end but you nod and shake his hand to thank him for his time.
You've never felt more prepared for the next assignment as you headed out of his office. Though when you got back to your room you had to deal with the ache between your thighs first, besides, fantasizing about the man wasn't hurting anyone.
After your next assignment and checking the score on your student page, you couldn't help but grin.
Top marks.
It made you giddy as you kicked your feet and punched the air.
The next time you sat in his lecture hall you didn't miss the slightest nod of approval when those crimson eyes met yours before he started.
What did take you by surprise however was a week later an email from him requesting a meeting. What really made you do a double-take was the subject line following the request.
Potential mentorship
That had you sitting back in your chair and biting your thumbnail, you just had a golden opportunity literally fall in your lap. Yes, he was considered an asshole with his attitude, and you'd seen how much he could be one when you'd been in his office. Yet, he was well established in his field and a mentorship under him could give you even greater insight than what you currently had.
The only other problem was your potential attraction to him, if you could keep things strictly professional you think you could do it.
Still biting your thumbnail you rose and walked away from your laptop. You needed more than a few minutes to think about it and just accepting the meeting right away might have made you seem too eager when you honestly didn't know.
You did accept the meeting. You also accepted his offer as a mentor until you were done with your degree, so even after you finished your semester that had his class you still saw him once a week for your regular meeting.
It was during these times you started to learn more about him and just why he seemed like such a stuck up ass. A large part of it was his deplorable people skills, deplorable since he was anything but a people pleaser. If he thought you or something was idiotic he flat out told you. The other part, was simply that he really was a perfectionist. His believe that if you were going to do something, you did it to the best of your ability and made sure it was done correctly.
Which did sometimes leave the two of you butting heads, but you could respect his knowledge and experience to see how he could come to certain conclusions.
You just refused to let him win in his belief that you couldn't pair hot chocolate with chocolate cake. No matter how much he agreed it was pairing the same flavor together you refused to let him dissuade you from ordering the two.
You hadn't needed to worry about your attraction towards him either. Yes he was still good looking, and yes you still used thoughts of him to get yourself off, but for how much work he piled on as part of your mentorship to have discussions to help broaden your understanding of different subjects didn't win him any points. Some days you were more exhausted from that than your actual classes.
It was during your second last year that you started finding all the students who thought they could convince the perfectionist to change their grades by trying to get in bed with him the funniest.
Approaching his office to see the door swing open and a tall dark haired young man rushing out with his eyes narrowed, and to you, stinking of body spray. Lifting an eyebrow at your mentor when he appeared in the doorway. “Is that number eight or nine this semester?”
A roll of his eyes at you before motioning for you to follow him inside. “Elventh, you missed one rather boisterous blond who stated loudly enough for everyone in the cafe on campus to hear that she was going to ‘knock my socks off.'”
“I’d pay money to see that.” A sigh as he drops in behind his desk before rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Remind me why I offered to mentor you again?”
Grinning as you pull out your notes, clearing your throat to do your best impression of him. “You have potential. Waste my time and I won’t bother to help you see how far you can climb.”
“Funny.” Deadpanning before he grows serious, as do you. “Now. Under this part of your thesis…” Into your work, as you both review the latest revisions you’ve made and he picks apart your arguments to see how soundly you have your thoughts fleshed out. Once you might have cried at how harsh a critic he is, but now you know it’s the way he pushes you to strive harder.
It’s not until your final year that it happens.
“So how did someone like you end up fucking the hottest Professor on campus?” Snorting your morning coffee through your nose you reel as the inside of your nostrils burn and you scramble for some napkins to blot at your face.
“Pardon?” Giving the area above your lip a light tap with your fingertip to make sure you didn’t burn that either after trying to clean up your face.
“You heard me.” Tapping her foot you eye the blond like she’s grown too heads.
“I did.” You admit before rolling your eyes. “Except I’m trying to figure out what professor I’m apparently banging.”
She lets out a noise as if she can’t believe you. “You might like playing dumb, maybe that’s what Professor Morningstar sees in you.” You blink hearing his name. And blink again.
Roaring with laughter at what she just said sinks in. “You!” Wheezing and letting out a snort because of how hilarious this is to you, slamming your hands on your knees as you fold over from laughing so hard. “You think.” You barely get the words out, your sides starting to hurt as more and more eyes in the cafe turn towards the two of you.
“I don’t see what’s so funny.” She’s so irate, it just makes you laugh even harder and your chest is starting to hurt with the lack of oxygen. Her little foot stomp sends you into another series of snorts before you grab your nose to try and force yourself to calm down.
Wiping the tears from your eyes you can’t stop smiling as you look at her. “Honey, you are very much barking up the wrong tree.” Giving your head a shake as a few more giggles escape you. “I was gonna say you owe me a coffee but after that laugh I think I’m good.” Chucking you turn on your heels to leave ignoring her fuming behind you at being ignored. “Me banging Professor Morningstar? Oh, that’s a good one.”
You might still have the hots for the man but you aren’t dumb enough to think anything could ever come of it. Even if he does banter with you rather easily in a way when you’re alone that could be considered flirting, you’ve learned enough about the man to know he’d never date a student. Let alone have sex with them.
If the dark haired man heard about the incident he never says anything, but you can’t help but chuckle whenever you step inside the cafe for the next few weeks.
It feels like time passes in the blink of an eye even though you know it’s been a long few years, but you’re finally done. Technically you don’t have your degree but that’s because you finished with your full credits before the semester was over because of the way the timings for a few classes fell. It’s still the same thing as having that piece of paper in hand as having your email stating you were done.
You just had one more thing to do.
And it involved a certain professor.
Based on the time of day, you know he’s in his office and that he doesn’t have any appointments with students. The fear of the man that had once gripped your heart is long gone and you raise your hand and knock with the knuckles of two of your fingers against the thick door.
You can just picture the frown on his face at being disturbed but you know he won’t ignore the knock. Not when you’re pretty sure you’re the only one who knocks on his door like that.
There’s the smallest hint of surprise on his face when he opens the door, stating your name in greeting as if he had been expecting you. “Come in.”
Giving your head a shake as you follow in behind him, tilting your head as he turns to face you while leaning against his desk instead of sitting behind it. For some reason, there's a look in his eyes you can't place, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a dampness starting to coat your palms. “I came to say thank you.” Swallowing as you feel a tightness in your throat that you hadn't expected.
“For what?” Lifting one of his eyebrows as he keeps speaking. “Your achievement is your own, I had little to do with it.”
“Yes, I would have graduated but I think the reason I did so well was because I had someone in my corner to force me to work harder, to see things in a different light.” Shrugging your shoulders at him as some of the tension leaves you. “But if you don't want any thanks for that then so be it.”
“When you say it like that.” A few quick strides and he's very much in your space, those crimson eyes of his flashing with a grin that is making your heart rate start to speed up. “How were you planning to thank me?”
Well shit. You were not expecting for his voice to drop into a deep rasp, or for it to have your cunt clench. “Professor?” You had just planned on telling him you were thankful for his assistance. Not this. With him leaning into your space you can smell the hint of cologne on his skin, it reminds you of
“I'm not sure which I prefer.” That deep tone has your stomach clenching now as well and more sweat lining your palms. “You acting like a confused little sheep.” Lifting the corner of one lip in a grin that borders on devilish. “Or when you're the confident wolf laughing at people over the accusation of sleeping with their professor.”
That snaps you a little out of your stupor. “You heard about that?”
“Of course I did.” Tilting his head downward so some of his moist exhale clings to your skin, the smell of bergamot tainting the air. “I found it rather amusing.”
“Well, it's not like students are allowed to date their teachers.” Chuckling a little at him as you swallow. Fuck. Fuck. With him this close you're reminded just how many times you've used this sort of fantasy to get yourself off. Of him leaning over you and kissing you senseless before bending you over his desk and fucking you until you couldn't stand.
“Incorrect, my wolf in sheep's clothing.” Trailing one of his fingers downward along your cloth covered arm to your elbow. “I can understand your confusion. While the University doesn't have a policy forbidding such circumstances as long as the information is declared to them, I do. I see no reason to engage in a frivolous act to see to one's bodily needs, I want it to be part of a relationship.” Your mouth feels even more like it's full of cotton now. Tilting your face so you can meet his eyes, forgetting to breathe for a moment at his blown out pupils. “You cannot fathom how pleased I am that you're no longer attending this institution.”
A few heartbeats as his words hang in the air between the two of you.
To the point where you aren't sure who moves first.
What you do know is you're back is against the wall and his mouth is on yours, a brief flash of pain when his teeth knock against yours, but you are far more interested in grabbing his shoulders to try and pull him closer. Moaning when his tongue meets yours, the lingering taste of his cup of tea reminds you that you are kissing your professor like your life depends on it.
His hands trailing along your sides, trying to bunch up the fabric of your shirt as he tries to reach your skin. Your brain seems to short-circuit when he slides one of his legs between yours, using his thigh to roll against you and rub at your pussy as if you were grinding down on him yourself.
It isn't like it takes your hips long to start grinding, groaning into the kiss as your back starts to feel moisture forming. You're hot, your mind running in circles as it processes the fact that this is happening, you're making out with your professor and he's leading like a man starved.
When he starts to pull away you can't help the breathy tone of your voice. “Professor” Trying to follow after his lips to keep going.
“Lucifer.” His voice is somehow deeper as he says it. “Call me Lucifer.”
“Lucifer.” Trying his first name out for the first time, a flash of satisfaction on his face as he reconnects your lips and leans into you more so you're wedged between his body and the wall. Your chest flat to his as you keep grinding down on his thigh, moisture starting to form in your walls. One of his hands grabs yours and places it between your bodies and uses your fingers to squeeze him through the material of his pants.
It's even better than your fantasies.
The sound of his phone ringing pulls you both back to the present, his hair out of place with his pale skin tinted pink. “Give me a moment.” Stepping away from you in a manner you're used to seeing with his eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Yes?” The snap in his tone makes you jerk, something he notices as he turns towards you.
His face is impassive as he listens to the other end of the call but you can see the way his eyes light up for a different reason. Shit. Do you like the idea of him using that tone of voice with you. “Fine. I'll be there.” Removing the phone and ending the call with a look that could send anyone, the devil himself included, running.
Trailing his fingers through his hair in frustration before he turns his attention back to you. “I have a meeting in ten minutes.” His fingers start to straighten his clothes as he tries to put himself back together.
“Oh”. You can't hide the dejection in your voice as you start to do the same. “Well I-”
“I want to continue this.” Cutting you off as he taps on his phone and you feel your watch buzz as a text comes in. Looking at it to see an address. “If you'd like to continue this, that's my home. I'll have dinner ready for six.”
“Pro-”
“Lucifer.” Stepping into your personal space once more and lifting your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. “I'll understand if you choose not to come, I will respect your decision either way.” Lingering for a moment before he steps away to grab his jacket. “Just know, if you do come.” Giving the lapels a firm tug as those crimson eyes meet yours. “I won't be a notch on your bedpost, I want this for more than a single night.”
You could have come on the spot for how deep and authoritative his voice is. Nodding that you understand before stepping out of his office just in front of him.
After feeling that cock of his, well. You're pretty sure you could handle dating him, planning on heading back to your apartment for a shower and maybe getting yourself off in the interim. It's a while before six and you'll need something to help your nerves. And your libido.
At quarter to six you find yourself just outside the address Lucifer had sent you. Even saying it in your head feels kind of strange after all of this time referring to him as Professor Morningstar.
Fingering yourself in the shower had helped but now as you stood outside the metal gate that ran around the outside of his home. It wasn’t massive but it certainly looked like the type of place that fit with his vibe.
Clutching the paper bag to your chest as you took in a deep breath before approaching the gate hoping to keep your heart rate from racing out of control. Closer to it you notice the latch is undone, for some reason that has you feeling even more nervous knowing he left it open for you.
Or you could be reading into it.
Past that first divider to the outside world, your nose is twitching from the perfume of the flowers and floral hedges lining the walkway towards his front door. A massive rhododendron obscures everything on the right hand side of the pathway, and you get the feeling the front door is behind it since it’s not at the top of the small stairs.
Almost there you stop, adjusting the bag in your hands and using the time to wipe your palms along your skirt. It seems like no matter what you do there’s a thin layer of moisture lining the inside skin of your hand. “You’re about to have a sort of date with the man that’s been your mentor for the last few years and who you’ve been fantasying about for just as long. Just calm down.” Whispering the words to yourself as you take the final few steps to the stairs, sure enough your hunch about the door was correct.
Another long inhale and you press the button for his doorbell.
Even if you had wanted to there was no way you could back out now.
While you can’t hear anything, you can see a blurred darkness through the frosted window pane growing larger. Another long swallow just as the door opens.
Fuck.
Somehow he looks even better than when you last saw him this afternoon, instead of his usual suit he’s in a pair of dark slacks and a black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up revealing his toned forearms. It even looks as if he’s got some kind of product in his hair to keep the longer portion of his bangs pushed to the side. What really has your attention is the apron he’s wearing. The playful words written on the front in curled letters has you letting out an airy giggle.
“I was gonna say Hi, but now I’m wondering if I should do like your apron says and kiss the cook.” It might be the nerves but he seems almost surprised for a moment before looking down at the material protecting his clothes.
Raising his head to face you once more you watch one of his eyebrows lift and a smirk spread across his handsome features. “While unintentional, I think you should.” Reaching one of his hands out to grasp yours and gently tug you inside his home and partly flush against him. “However in the doorway itself might not be the best idea.”
This close it’s easy enough to shift your weight and press your lips against his, feeling knots in your stomach and your heart thumping erratically in your chest. The smallest pressure as he shifts to better slide his lips against yours and hum low in your throat, ignoring the sound of the door closing as one of his hands starts to roam your back.
Only to freeze at the sound of glass and feel the bag in your hands bump against his shoulder. Carefully disentangling himself from you but remaining close. “I didn’t tell you to bring anything.”
“Well.” Looking down at the floor while you feel your face start to warm. “I started to feel nervous, and then I started to question just coming myself, so I bought two bottles of wine to try and help calm down on my way here.” Even the tips of your ears feel warm as you say it, surprised by the low chuckle he lets out and the silky feel of his fingers under your chin forcing you to look upwards.
“I appreciate the thought, though I am curious as to why two bottles.” It takes you back for a moment to see such a soft look on his face while staring at you. You’re really starting to understand that whole butterflies in your stomach thing, too bad your core is already being affected as well.
“I didn’t know what you were making, so I got a bottle of white and red.” Admitting as you let him take the bag from your arm and allowing you more space by stepping away from you.
“I appreciate the thought. Now why don’t you join me in the kitchen, there’s a pair of slippers here for you.” Motioning to the footwear you slip your shoes off before sliding into the fluffy material and following behind him.
While it’s a short walk you can’t help but marvel at the space of his home, it’s not overly decorated but it’s not sparse either. Like the perfect amount of artwork and knick knacks are placed, all in a style that you very much associate with the man that had been your mentor.
Your nose twitches as the smell of aromatic vegetables simmering reaches you. “It smells wonderful.” Following as he turns a corner to see a pot of sauce and another of pasta. “Wow.” Well, this wasn’t what you were expecting, a fully home cooked meal but you weren’t going to complain about it. If anything you felt more impressed by the display.
“I used to cook for my siblings growing up, it is a rather useful skill.” Watching him turn his attention back to the stove and giving the sauce a stir before checking the pasta.
“I’m not sure I call that cooking, it smells and looks like something from a restaurant.” Chuckling a little as you look around the area, noticing where he placed the bag near an open bottle of wine next to a single glass.
“Are you able to cook?” You realize as he asks the question it’s something the two of you haven’t talked about in all the time you’ve been under him. Though thinking of being under him doesn’t help your growing arousal since now it’s at the forefront of your brain.
“I can, but nothing like homemade pasta sauce. More of a roast chicken and boiled vegetable mix.” A second wine glass in his hand and you watch him take the smallest sip with his attention divided between the meal and you. “I do agree that it is a useful skill. Even if most of my meals were noodles while at school.”
It’s the most impeccable nod, but you think it’s one of approval that you can at least feed yourself without burning your home down. “It seems I’m not being a very good host.” Moving back towards the open bottle and the empty glass. “Would you care for a glass?”
“Please.” Standing beside him and accepting it before taking a sip, it’s a lot heavier than some of the wine you’ve drank in the past but it tastes good. Noticing him watching you from the corner of your eye you smile up at him. “I like it.”
“Good. Some of it is in the sauce.” There’s an intensity in his eyes that is making you feel warm again and you have to do everything not to rub your palms against your skirt again. It’s a look that makes you want to put the glass down so you can curl your fingers into the material of his turtleneck and tug him closer for another kiss.
Yet with the sounds and smells of cooking still happening you get the feeling that that is not a good idea right now. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Trying to break the tension a little so you don’t just give in to the part of your brain screaming to kiss him like you had this afternoon. Even if he had been the one to instigate it.
“The main dish is almost done, if you could pull the large black bowl from the cupboard next to the fridge out for me that would be appreciated.” As he heads back to the stove you nod, opening the cabinet to see an array of glasses. “Down below.”
“Oh.” Opening the door you start moving things until you spot said black bowl almost all the way in the back. “You’ve got a lot of different serving stuff here.”
“I used to entertain guests more in the past. A hobby I’ve withdrawn from as of late.” That makes sense given the variety of things you see as you lean more into the cabinet after getting down on your knees to lean in to grasp the bowl.
A low hum makes you pause. “Pro-Lucifer?” Based on how large the door is and the way it swung you’re pretty sure you know what that noise was.
“Yes.”
“Are you staring at my ass?”
“Perhaps.” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice that makes you shake your head aware he can’t see it. “It does look lovely wrapped in the fabric of your skirt, a choice I will admit I find rather appealing.”
You can’t help, the words pass your lips before you can think to stop them. “Is it because it’s wrapped in a skirt or because I’m on my knees with it sticking out?”
“Both, and later I hope to see you without the skirt in the same position.”
His delivery has you jumping and almost hitting the top of your head on the edge of the cabinet. Standing with your prize and grinning at him. “Those are words I never expected to hear from your lips.” Placing the bowl near the stove so you can brush against him hoping to at least get him as flustered as you’re currently feeling. Leaning in to whisper close to his ear. “But I’ve dreamed about hearing them, and maybe a few other ones too.”
It gets you a deep round of laughter from him as he licks his lips. “Perhaps later you can whisper those words to me and I’ll indulge you with repeating them. As well as a few others that should elicit a pleasurable reaction from you.”
You had to admit, you hadn’t expected his flirting game to be this good. Not with how cold and distant he sometimes seemed while working on projects with you. Moving away from him to get another sip of wine while he started straining the pasta and working to put the main course together. At this rate, you were well aware that tonight you were definitely getting laid by your handsome ex-professor.
Watching him work you can’t help but notice how efficient he is, each movement precise as if he doesn’t want to waste effort with extra movements. In a manner of minutes he has the pasta dish in the bowl and what looks like a fresh salad out and tossing it with what seems to be home made salad dressing.
“When did you start preparing for this?” Feeling a bubble of suspicion in your gut because this seems almost planned out for what he’s doing.
“This afternoon. I only needed a few fresh ingredients for the salad and sauce, I was home by four.” Placing the tongs for the salad inside the bowl before smirking at you in that ‘I’m superior’ way of his that makes you feel giddy and annoyed all at once. “I did tell you earlier I used to like hosting.” A wink before he passes you the salad bowl. “Carry this to the dining room for me would you while I bring the pasta.”
He doesn’t leave any room for an argument as he strides off through another opening closer to the wall that you didn’t think was polite to investigate with you first arrived. When you see it you wish you had.
“You set up a candle light dinner?” Blinking at the sight and feeling like you missed some rather large sign or something from him. Sure this afternoon he said he wanted more than just a quick roll in the proverbial hay but this seems like several dates into a relationship sort of thing.
Wait.
Is this a date?
You don’t have time to ask him anything as he places the bowl on the table before moving to take the salad from your hands. “During my meeting I had some time to reflect on my actions this afternoon. Had it not been for the interruption I have no doubt I would have placed you on my desk and enjoyed you squirming for me while I sank my cock deep in your walls.” His voice is even as he places that on the table as well before standing to his full height and removing the apron from his body. “That might have sent the wrong impression.”
Tilting your head you part your lips. “From the look on your face I can see you’re confused, allow me to clarify.” Cutting you off as he placed his hand on your cheek and swept his thumb over the ridge of bone just under your eye. You can feel the hardened skin over the tips and it makes you shiver as he voice drops. “I do not want you thinking this is some fling or a one time gratification of sexual urges.” Letting out a sigh before he sends you a soft smile that has your knees knocking together. “My simmering attraction to you has been something I’ve kept in check, ever since that incident in the Cafe.”
You groan and feel the skin of your face starting to burn under his cool palm. “You heard about that?” Feeling your embarrassment build and making your arousal take a back seat.
A brief chuckle and the coaxing of his thumb along your skin has you lifting your eyes to meet his once more. “Of course I did.” He seems to almost be preening like he’s proud of how that situation played out with you laughing at that girl. For a brief moment wondering if she had been someone else to try and hit on him that he turned away. “Regardless, I made an assumption that my attraction was one sided, that you were simply a very intelligent young woman that I happened to have the pleasure of teaching.” Licking his lips before swallowing. Is he feeling as nervous as you are right now?
His deep voice cuts through your musing. “Today showed me how wrong I was. With further reflection, I realized that tonight in inviting you here, I wanted to make my intentions clear.” Sliding his hand away from your face, taking your smaller one in his and lifting it to his lips. “I wish to pursue a relationship, hence not meeting you at the door and letting it turn into us fucking like animals.” Feeling your whole body tighten as he pressed his lips to the back of your hand, you’ve gone right back from embarrassed to aroused as hell. Your heart banging against your ribs hard enough that he has to hear it. Grinning at you with a smile drenched in pride and sin you feel your core clench like a vice at the promise held in that expression. “As much as that image does make me want to try it in the future.” Lowering your hand to your side once more before stepping closer to ghost his lips over yours. Whispering in the small space with his exhale washing over your skin. “Tonight has been my attempt to shall we say, show you that I want you and not just for the physical aspect as lovely as you are.”
Stepping away from you like it pains him instead of closing the distance once more. “Now.” Letting out a small couch before heading back to the kitchen. “Shall we eat while it’s warm?” Letting his question hang in the air before reappearing with the wine bottle and both of your glasses. “If you don’t find me too forward, you’re going to need the energy for what I’d like to do to you tonight.”
Aside from the butterflies in your stomach, you can say you finally understand the meaning of the phrase ‘a fish out of water’ with how your brain is scrambling to come up with an answer to what amounts as a confession from the man. Blinking and feeling your mouth move several times without making a sound, watching as that intensity in his eyes starts to the lessen the longer you’re silent.
Fuck.
You don’t want him getting the wrong idea!
Tossing your head back as you chug the wine in the glass that was yours. “I have nothing to say but yes, yes, yes. My brain is too overwhelmed for something to even vaguely express how I feel right now other than yes!” Plopping down in the seat and making a motion for him to do the same. “Just let me eat and try to find at least two brain cells to rub together and try to come up with something even a fifth as romantic as what you just said.”
It’s his turn to look surprised before he laughs with enough force that he has to lean on the table to support himself before taking a seat, wiping a single tear from his eye. “Take your time, I’m willing to wait for you to find the right words to express your feelings.” That glimmer of a self satisfied smirk is back as he starts to serve you before himself. “Though I am more than happy to just let you say yes tonight after we eat.” A wink before he returns to being flirty with you throughout the meal, and after a few minutes you just fire back with the same playful banter.
If he’s willing to give you the time to sort it out you’ll take it, even more so if he wants to get physical before you figure it out because after that you don’t think your hand or a toy is going to satisfy the inferno starting to burn in your core.
“If you pull out a homemade dessert I might start to doubt that you’re human.” Laughing as you let him lead you into his living room after helping him clean up his kitchen after that amazing meal. If you hadn’t of seen the dishes and the refuse from the meal you could have easily been mistaken into believing he’d ordered it from a restaurant.
“I’ll have to save that trick for another time.” A soft laugh as he drops down on one side of his couch, patting the cushion beside him in an invitation you can’t ignore. Slipping down beside him so your thigh is pressed against his just enough that you hope it comes off as teasing. The smallest roll of his eyes before he takes a sip of his drink before placing it on the side table. “Trying to keep your distance?”
“Just.” Lifting a finger and placing it against your lip as you rake your eyes over his body. “Admiring the view, after knowing you for this long it’s nice to see you so relaxed.” It’s true, like this he seems like a different person as if he doesn’t have to put on a show of absolute perfection.
“The company helps.” Smirking as he turns to face you, sliding one of his hands along the back of the couch closer to your shoulder. “Though I would rather a closer view like the one I had this afternoon.” Ghosting his fingertips over your clothed shoulder while licking his upper lip. “Maybe in a different position so I can feel just how desperate you are for me. Let me take care of you tonight.”
“Oh?” Grinning as you reach out to toy with the fabric of his turtle neck in the center of his chest. “How desperate I am? Hmm.” Shifting forward so the skin of your cheek rubs along his arm. “Or maybe you’re just as desperate and trying to hide it under the pretense of wanting to focus on me?” Letting your voice drop before whispering. “Professor.”
You watch for a moment as his face splits into a devilish grin, squealing when his hands move to grasp your body and pull you into his lap so you're straddling him. “I believe I’ve made my attraction to you more than clear tonight.” Punctuating his words with a squeeze of your hips. “However, if you keep referring to me as that I might have to find a way to reprimand you.” A slight darkening of his eyes as he jerks upwards for a moment and you can’t help but moan at the slight friction.
“What if I want you to?” You might be digging a grave for yourself but it seems like a better idea than trying to find the words to respond to his earlier confession.
“You really are a naughty thing.” Using his hands to start to slide you against his crotch, tilting his head so he can nip at the edge of your jaw. “All those times you would argue with me over verbiage, I wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck the argument out of you.” Dragging his teeth along the tendon of your neck while his hands keep you moving at a steady pace.
You're panting from his ministrations, lifting your hands to place them against his chest. Trying to rub at his skin through the material of his shirt, feeling the skin along your neck pebble in the wake of his breath. “You think that cock of yours is enough to stop me from arguing with you?” Well aware of how breathy your voice sounds as your clit throbs, the fabric of your skirt starting to bunch up around your legs.
“No.” Shifting his hold so one of his hands can slip under the edge of your skirt and give one of your asscheeks a harsh slap making you gasp and arch into his chest. “But it was a thought that I used to jerk myself off in the shower more than once. To picture you squirming and whining loudly enough that anyone walking by would have heard us.” Leaning back so he can meet your eyes. “Well aware you’d have been even more argumentative with me the next time we went to review your work.”
“Shit.” Lifting a hand to rake your fingers along the shorter stands on ear beside his ear and rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “You know me so well.” Agreeing because you would have argued even harder. “Keep this up and I’m gonna cum on your lap.” Shifting closer so you can ghost your lips over his. “Maybe as hard as when I’ve used the thought of you to get myself off. Of how you’d put me on my knees under your desk and have me suck you off while you had meetings with other students that made it clear they wanted to fuck you for a better grade.” Letting your voice drop as you spoke, your other hand pushing his turtle neck down to graze your nails over his skin before kissing him.
Unlike your kiss this afternoon it’s long and sensual, like neither of you are in a hurry, that there’s time to explore the cracks in his lips and the subtle curve of them. Still grinding against him and relishing the sensation of his hard cock just under you, a few layers of clothing keeping you separated.
Jerking back when he pinches your butt out of the blue. “Maybe you’ll have to visit me next semester and live out that fantasy for real.” Stopping you from chastising him as you flush at how evenly his voice is as he teases you. “My little wolf of an ex-student listening as all the sheep cry how cruel I am.” Letting out a pleased hum as if he’s just picturing it in his head.
“Lucifer.” Whining as you look away for a moment. “Aren’t you worried we’d get caught?”
“If we were I’d just let them watch as you drained my balls, then when you were done tell them how I’ve got my partner and they could never compare.” You’re flushing again this time for a different reason.
“Where the hell was this flirting games a few weeks ago?”
“Locked up because I don’t date students.” No longer using one of his hands to help you grind against him, tugging at your shirt to pull it free from the band of your skirt so he can slide his palm along your lower back. “Which gives us a reason to celebrate your recent accomplishment of being a graduate.” Lifting one of his dark eyebrows as he tilts his head to kiss your forearm that’s near since your fingers are still tangled in his hair. “Don’t you agree my little wolf?”
“You’ve called me that a few times today.” Ignoring his comment about celebrating for a moment as you give a not so subtle hint that you want his shirt off as you start to pull upwards on the fabric tucked into his pants. “Why?”
Chuckling as removes his hands from your body and hooks his digits into the material before tugging his shirt upwards and over his head, tossing it to the chair adjacent to the couch. “Simple.” Starting to toy with the buttons of your shirt while you’re distracted with the view of his lean form. “For most people, you act demure and quiet, like a soft little sheep.” When you give him a cautious nod he starts to slowly slip the first button closest to your skirt past its fastener. “Yet I see the hint of those fangs when you snarl back, just like a wolf. Hence, my little wolf in sheep's clothing.”
“Not sure I follow your reasoning, but I do like it.” Placing your hand on his abdomen and spreading your fingers over the defined muscles you hadn’t expected to see. Tracing the lines of his abs to his belly button before lifting your eyes to notice he seems far more focused on working on undoing the next few buttons of your shirt. “Though.” Dragging out the word as you trail fingers lower to the edge of his slacks and the silver belt buckle. “I think right now I’d rather be in no clothes.”
Nearly halfway up your shirt he pauses, a slow raise of his head from the task at hand to look into your eyes. “I’m working on it.” A grin that seems far too reminiscent of the animal he keeps calling you as a nickname. “Unless you aren’t partial to this blouse.”
“Don’t you dare!” Twitching your nose at him as you pause from trying to work the buckle of his pants loose. Gasping and arching your back forward when he slips his hands under your shirt and gives your breasts a squeeze.
“So feisty, I wonder if you’ll be just as defiant later when I’m sunk deep in your core.” All you can do in response is grind down more into him as he uses his thumb to push the material of your bra out of the way to rub and stroke at your nipple. “Such a responsive girl, now can I go back to enjoying the slow reveal of your pretty skin?” The corner of his lips lifting in a smirk as he asks, making sure to work the one nipple into a pebble.
Swallowing your lick your lips. “No.” You’ve never thought of yourself as a brat but you’re going to try it for a moment just to give that defiance in what he’s asking for being denied. Quickly lifting your hands to the remaining buttons and unsnapping them without damaging your shirt and pulling it away from your skin. “I want this damn thing off. Now.”
You expected him to be somewhat upset since he did say a slow reveal but the Cheshire cat grin on his face reminds you that he had asked if you were partial to the shirt earlier. Damn. You walked right into that one. “It seems you’re just as lovely with and without your shirt.” Moving so he can brush his lips over the swell of your breasts spilling out over the material of your bra. “I’ve often wondered how you’d look without fabric hiding your chest away, as always you exceed my expectations.” Jolting as his hands grip just under your ribs to hold you in place so he can use his mouth to tug the center of the cups down before using his tongue to circle one of your newly revealed nipples.
Arching your back at the sensation of the wet muscle teasing your skin, your insides clenching from his actions and you can’t help it, you let out a noise that’s a cross between a mewl and moan. Fully aware how desperate it makes you sound. Your hands flying upwards to the back of his head and curling your fingers amongst the dark and greying strands. Unsure if you want to tug him closer so more of your skin is in his mouth or push him away with the way your stomach and sex are turning into a mess of straining muscles as your arousal grows. “Lucifer!” Blinking rapidly as the pressure grows more and more intense.
You feel as much as hear him make a noise that you think might have been a chuckle as he drags his teeth along the skin as he pulls away. “Yes?” That tone of absolute superiority back before he drags his lips along the curve of your breast on his way to treat the other nipple to the same treatment as the first.
You’re blinking again as that tongue of his goes back to work and leaves you whining while your nipple starts to harden, unaware your hips are starting to gyrate on his lap again. Lucifer is well aware of the damp fabric starting to rub against his clothed erection, the material of your skirt trapped between both of your bodies. Jerking his head back with a snap that has you wincing from the sudden change in pressure as your boob pops from his lips. “You called my name as if you had a question.” One of his hands drops from where he’s been gripping your side to take a large handful of your ass and give it a harsh squeeze. “You know I don’t like being interrupted my little wolf.”
“I, I” Stammering as you try to find the words in your scattered brain before you give up and blurt out two words. Two words that have his expression shifting from one of absolute authority to sin. “Fuck me!” It’s all your mouth can manage with the way his palm is rubbing your ass under the fabric of your underwear as he keeps rolling you along his hips pushing the garment to the side. “Please!”
The final word has him pausing before letting out a dark chuckle that makes your sex throb and gush. “Just this once I won’t make you beg too long.” You barely have time to blink before you’re under him on the couch the material of your skirt lifted up as nimble fingers hook the soaked fabric of your underwear and tug them down your legs. “Not when I’ve spent the last year using the thought of ruining to get myself off in the shower.” Tossing the material over his shoulder, uncaring as to where it might land as he goes back to studying your folds and spreading your open with his thumbs. “What a lovely wet sight, if I didn’t know better I’d say I wasn’t the only one getting off in the shower with some rather inappropriate thoughts given our professional relationship.”
You can’t help but flush as he says it, well aware your body is betraying you with the force of your walls fluttering at his words. “It’s not my fault you’re attract-!” Gasping instead of finishing your words as Lucifer shoves his tongue into your cunt, wiggling the muscle as deeply as he can with the point of his nose bumping your clit. “Fuck!” Feeling your back arch as your hands grasp his head and your hips start to jerk as you start to grind on his face. Blinking rapidly as your chest starts to heave as you try to suck air into your lungs as if you had forgotten how to breathe, every swipe of his tongue has you seeing stars and the fire in your stomach growing in intensity to the point of a thin layer of sweat forming at the edge of your hairline and along the back of your neck.
Lucifer doesn’t relent as he keeps lapping at your core like a man starved, curling his tongue and switching from fast movements of his tongue plunging into you and long languid laps as if he was in no hurry to enjoy all of your juices. All you can do is whine, aware you’re making noises for this man that you didn’t even think were possible. Your breathing growing more and more erratic while your hips undulate as if you could get him to reach deeper parts of your sex with that tongue of his that you’d seen bring other students to tears.
A harsh suck on your clit that you weren’t expecting and you’re done, a choked moan passing your lips as your body goes rigid while your orgasm rocks through your body. Slumping into the couch while Lucifer keeps his mouth on your sex, a wet messy sound that if you had been more aware you might have made the connection of him sucking your release down while dragging out your pleasure until you start to whine, mindlessly trying to push him away. Your lungs burning as your heart beats in your chest hard enough you think you might throw up.
Vaguely aware of the couch shifting and the sound of Lucifer standing, rubbing a hand down your face as you keep trying to get your body to calm down. “I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes.” Even uttering the words seems difficult, in a way you feel like you’re drunk but you didn’t drink that much wine.
“Don’t be so dramatic.” Chuckling you try to sit up to see what Lucifer is doing only to feel your brain stop for a moment. Lucifer’s pants are no longer around his hips, and you have no idea what his underwear looked like as you focus on the length hanging between his legs. “See something you like little wolf?” The smug tone in his voice is clear as he gives himself a long pump, making a show of sliding the extra skin near his tip in a way that has your body tightening.
“I do, and I’m wondering how the hell I’m walking out of here later.” Licking your lips as you sit up a little more, unaware of your skirt falling forward to hide your drenched sex from him.
“With your legs unable to support your weight.” Moving about the room Lucifer pauses in front of a cabinet, sliding a drawer open and pulling a square piece of plastic out. “However you didn’t specify when later is, so perhaps I’ll ensure all you can do is crawl when you decide to leave my company.” He’s teasing you again as he rips the condom open and slides it down his shaft before approaching you once more.
“What if I don’t wanna leave at all?” Fluttering your eyelashes at him as you sit up more on his couch, aware of the wetness dripping down your thighs and using your arms to push your breasts up and together.
“Then you’ll need to learn a few rules to stay.” Smirking with that look of sin on his face again as he moves closer. “Now loss that skirt, I’d prefer that lovely view of your drenched pussy on display for me.”
You aren’t sure you’ve ever moved so fast, biting your lip as you stand and work at the fastener to let the material slide down your hips to puddle on the floor. At least before you flush and find yourself looking at the floor as the realization hits you that the same man that was your mentor this morning just ate you out like a champ and gave you what was probably the best damn orgasm of your life. What a strange turn of events that has you feeling a twinge of embarrassment all of a sudden and you feel the heat starting to burn along your cheeks.
“Are you having second thoughts?” Surprised when you feel his palm slide along one of your cheeks to force your gaze from the floor to look at him. “If you want to stop this, just say the word. At any point.” While his eyes are still swimming with lust you can see the understanding and reassurance in them, if you don’t want to continue he won’t do anything more.
“I just.” Reaching your hand up to place it over his, taking note of how much larger his is compared to your own. Swallowing as you try to find the right words. “This morning we were still just professor and student, it's like my head can’t wrap around the idea of you actually wanting me.”
“You’re more than clever enough I think to know I want you.” A step closer and you’re finding it hard to focus on his voice with that monster between his legs brushing against your belly. “As I said this afternoon, I don’t want you to think of this as some notch on your bedpost, I want to watch you come undone for me. Over and over again, you’ve no idea how much pleasure I took in watching you cum earlier, and if that’s all you’ll allow me to have I’ll treasure it.”
Shit. You’re feeling weak in the knees again, where the fuck had this sweet soft man been when lecturing you about comprehensive thought layouts in a paper? “You’re a big softie you know that? But I don’t wanna stop Lucifer.” Giving him an honest answer as you nuzzle into his palm.
Your words earn you a chuckle from the man before he dips his head closer to ghost his lips over yours, just enough to have you chasing after him again for a longer lingering kiss. One that you can taste your release from earlier on his lips and it makes your core throb, the heat from his cock through the condom brushing your naval not helping. “I can assure you, my tender words are meant only for you my little wolf.” Smirking as he nips at your lips before sliding his hand down your ribs in a way that makes you shiver. “Just as I can assure you a big part of me wants to get to you far more intimately.”
“Should we get back to it then?” It’s your turn to chuckle lightly, ghosting your fingers down his chest and enjoying the fine dusting of hairs you feel before you curl your digits around the head of his cock. “I wanna feel that part of you in action.”
“Get on the couch and I’ll show you how.” He pauses for a moment before giving your ass a slap that rings around the room. “Tender I can be.”
Its a little awkward as you start to step closer to it with Lucifer’s body still flush against you, both of you going for another kiss that borders on sloppy as your lips coil and slide along with salvia dripping down your chin. At least until you go to sit only for Lucifer to shake his head. “I want you to lay back with your hips on the armrest and your back on the cushions.” Guiding you more where he wants while he nips at your earlobe, his breath erratic in your ear and it makes your cunt start to clench. “I want our first time to be something neither one of us ever forgets.” It’s a bit of an odd position but once you find your back against the cushions with a curve to your spine you can see why he wanted it.
You both have a perfect view of your pussy and his cock and it makes your stomach clench and your heart starts to pound faster, hearing your own blood pump through your veins like a drum. Biting your lip to try and keep your noises to yourself when Lucifer starts to rub his tip along your folds, spreading your slick around before he looks up to catch your gaze. “Ready?” Nodding as you swallow, your mouth is suddenly dry at the fact the man you’ve fantasized about for the last four years is about to split you open.
“Ready” barely able to get the word out before Lucifer nods himself, his eyes going back to the space between you as he lines himself up and starts to split you open. Moaning as his tip easily breaches the first few inches of your pussy before you start to feel the rest of your slick channel stretch around him. Hearing him groan you let your eyes flick upwards to watch his expression as more of his length disappears inside your body. His eyes are narrowed to the point you can barely see the crimson tint in them, a shine along his forehead and from the way the muscles of his neck are straining you can tell he’s trying to hold himself back from ramming his cock balls deep into your cunt.
“So tight.” His words a low rumble as he starts to ease out before working himself back in, a slow motion that has both of you making noises that could be mistaken for a porno. “You’re like a vice, and so wet.” Panting a little now you look down to see he’s nearly at the halfway point, and you’re already stretched far more than any of your previous rare hook ups ever had you. If you’re feeling this full you aren’t sure how you’re going to survive the rest of him fitting into your core. “I’m starting to think you wouldn’t have been able to take me without your first orgasm.” You can’t find the words but you find your head nodding in agreement, feeling the sweat of your lower back starting to run down to your shoulders with the angle you're in on the couch. “Almost there.” Grinding his teeth you hear the strain in his voice, letting out a whimper as the stretch of your inner walls borders on painful. “Do you see that?” Surprised as his grip changes so he can hold your legs in a different position.
Following his gaze you mewl.
There, just above your pelvis, you can see the smallest bulge of skin. “Is that?” Whining you watch as he pulls out a bit and the bump disappears.
“It is.” There’s a catch in his voice and you can understand why, in this position, with his cock splitting you open along the upper channels of your cunt the two of you can see his cock forcing your muscles to shift as he fills you. A few more slow thrusts and he pauses, as deep as he can go with that small bulge back in your stomach. Watching his face raise so he can meet your eyes once more. “That.” Pausing as he swallows, a rasp in his voice. “Is an unexpected outcome, one I’m rather pleased with.” You just nod as you sink your teeth more into your bottom lip, talking with how full you feel is out of the question. You’re at the edge and damn if you don’t like being there, feeling his cock twitch inside your cunt and pressed against all the right places while he isn’t even moving has your heart pumping like you were running. His hands feel cool on the hot skin under your thighs as he keeps your legs up and spread to keep that little bulge visible to you both. A long inhale on his part before he says something that makes your eyes widen. “I’m going to ruin you.”
Biting your lip is no longer an option as starts to thrust into you in earnest with long quick strokes that have you screaming, your hands grabbing the side of the cushion and the back of the couch to anchor yourself as Lucifer sets a pace that has you seeing stars. “Luc!” His name mixed in with the sympathy of noises created between both of your moaning and the wet slap of skin as he pounds into your body mercilessly, his gaze fixed on the space just above your sex.
Like seeing the physical sign of his cock that deep in your body has unlocked some feral part of his brain. “I’m going to fuck you so hard all you can feel for the next few days is the phantom sensation of my cock forcing your body to accept it.” Letting out a long moan of his own as his dark hair starts to fall forward into his eyes. “No one will ever make you feel like this.” Another small adjustment as he moves one of your legs so your ankle is over his shoulder. “Any other man who fucks you will feel the imprint of my dick in your pussy and know they can never make you feel as good as I can.” Placing his hand over your sex and groaning as the hammering of his cock has the tip of his index finger lifting, shifting his movements you let out a scream of his name when he brushes so deep inside you against a spongy part you see blackness at the edge of your vision. “That’s right my little wolf. Scream how good I make you feel, I want my cock to be the only one that gets you off ever again.”
If you had the brain cells to muster an answer you’d be screaming a chorus of yes over and over, after this you’ll never be able to fuck another man. Lucifer has ruined you for any other man to pleasure as he thrusts into you at a blistering pace, one that has you moaning as you howl when a release hits you out of the blue.
“That’s a good girl, cum on my cock.” Sounded winded as if he’s on his last legs Lucifer doesn’t let up, pulling another orgasm from you shortly after the first, like a wave crashing over the other as it starts to recede. “One more, just one more and I’ll follow you.” A long exhale as his hips start to falter before he somehow finds the energy to thrust into you harder, and when the third orgasm hits you, you bellow.
“Lucifer!” Your back arching all the way from the couch with the back of your head rubbing against it, your pussy clamping down hard enough that Lucifer can feel himself flooding the condom mid thrust. A matching scream of your name that you don’t hear as you black out for a few moments, your body pushed past the edge from overstimulation.
Lucifer for his part doesn’t stop, not with how tightly your cunt is milking him. His balls and ass clenched tight as he empties himself inside the latex deep in your core before stilling, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Part of him wondering how he’s going to top this during the next round while you float from the endorphins flooding your system. At least you make for a nice sight on his couch covered in a sheen of sweat looking blissed out of your mind.
As you slowly come back to your senses you just blink up at the ceiling, watching the shadows cast by the light fixture. Something bland to focus on while your heart thumps in your chest and your body feels like it’s just woken up from the best nap in your life even if your skin is covered in liquid and you aren’t sure you could stand. Then again with feeling Lucifer’s cock still splitting you open you don’t want to go anywhere right now anyway so the thought of wobbly legs is easily pushed aside.
“It seems I’ve rendered you speechless. That might be a first.” You laugh blindly reaching for his hand to give his fingers a squeeze, he’s probably right but you don’t want to say anything to ruin this moment. “I will say, you do make for a lovely sight stuff with my cock in your core and utterly exhausted.”
“I’m not exhausted.” Chuckling as you pull your hand away so you can use your elbows to help you adjust your position so you can make eye contact with him. “Just feeling really good, and lucky.”
“Lucky?” A raise of one of his dark eyebrows while the corner of his lips ticks upwards, ghosting his fingers over your sex in a way that has you humming. Shit, you didn’t think your body would already want to go again.
“Yea. I think I just got banged by the best man in the country.” With his lost grip on your legs, you’re able to break away and curl them around his sides and hook your feet together over his ass cheeks.
“Flattery will only get you so far my little wolf.” His words are soft compared to the swat to your thigh. “Now hold on.” One hand on your leg to push it aside and the other wrapped around his cock as he starts to remove his softening cock from your pussy. Moaning from the loss and feeling a slight twinge of pain in your core. “My my.” Muttering under his breath as the head slips from your folds, licking his lips before smirking. Placing his condom wrapped cock atop your slick mound you understand why. Even as he’s starting to soften his dick still almost reaches your naval, but what has you panting is the thick glob of white in the reservoir. “It seems I was rather pent up.”
“Damn.” Now a part of you is wishing he’d pumped that into you so you could feel it for the rest of the night. “Can we.” Licking your lips again as you flush a little in embarrassment but forge on with your question. “Can we do this again? Maybe without a condom?”
“You mean this position or the night?” Bending at the waist to help you sit up with a few minor adjustments until you’re seated on the arm rest.
“The night?” As hot as the sex was you could do with the dinner and easy conversation with him again.
Except Lucifer is laughing low in his throat as he starts to pull the condom off before knotting it and tossing it into a waste basket near the couch. To say you’re confused is an understatement before he closes the distance to seal your lips with a kiss that leaves you breathless as you cling to his shoulders. “Perhaps you should ask about repeating the night once it’s over, because I’m far from finished with you my little wolf.” Placing his hands on your hips as he guides you to stand, supporting your weight when you almost fall to the floor.
“Then, can we do the next round without a condom?” Your voice a whisper as you ask inches from his lips before rambling on. “I’ve got an IUD and I haven’t had a period in a year, and I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom before.” Your words starting to tumble over one another as you hurry to try and explain that as much as you’re down for safe sex, feeling Lucifer cum inside of you with no barrier has your pussy clenching again ready to roll.
“If that’s what my little lady wants, we can lose the condom for the next round.” A rasp to his voice and you feel his cock starting to harden again against your belly. Shifting so you can connect your lips with his, trying to take the lead this time as you swipe your tongue along his bottom lip. A silent request he allows you as you tentatively slip your tongue into his mouth, moaning as you taste the wine and your juices still lingering there. Humming as his hands roam your sides in slow light touches that leave a trail of pebbled skin. Breaking from the kiss with thin strands breaking to smack against your skin as he remains close. “However a change of location is required. I want you spread out on my bed while I ravage you.”
“Then lead the way.” Leaning against him as he turns still not trusting your legs as he guides you down the hallway and towards a set of stairs.
A set of stairs that you trip over halfway up, laughing as you land on your butt with Lucifer reaching to try and help you. However, the position has a very different thought cross your mind as you realize that you’re face level with his cock. Flicking your eyes upward to meet his lust blown orbs before you act. Darting in and mouthing at his hard cock, the taste of latex heavy on his skin but you don’t care. Not when he lets out a moan that just emboldens you to double your efforts. Placing one of your hands around his base to stead him as you kiss the tip. “Let me clean you up first.” Your face closer to his body you start lapping at his cock closer to the base with swirls of your tongue, tasting the salt from his cum on your tongue that has you humming.
“Shit.” Lucifer doesn’t stop you, instead carding his fingers your hair to brush the strands away from your face to give him an unimpeded view as you tilt your head while licking his cock. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Moaning as you keep going, feeling your chest puff with pride at his praise and using the moment to trace a prominent vein with the point of your tongue. His hands tighten his hold, it seems he likes that. Glancing upwards with you curl the wet muscle along the underside of his shaft, the look on his face almost makes you cum. His eyes are blown wide and his dark hair a mess with his bangs falling forward, his lips pulled back from his teeth that are clenched so tightly you might have been able to hear them grinding together from your position on the stairs.
You keep going, switching from long swipes of your tongue along his shaft to timid kitten licks until you can no longer taste the salt on each patch of his skin. Working until all that’s left is his tip, the slit pooling with precum that you lean in and place a kiss on before hollowing your cheeks and sucking. “Fuck” Hissing your name as Lucifer pulls you away with just enough force to make you stop and look at him confused, his chest heaving and his pupils black. “If you keep going, that next load is going down your throat and I’d much rather put it elsewhere in your body.” A slow show of licking his bottom lip before smirking and the light of the stairs glinting of his canines. “That is what you were asking me for earlier wasn’t it? To cum deep in that lovely pussy of yours?”
You can only nod, accepting his help to stand once more since the brief interlude on the stairs as your legs feel more stable. Unlike the trip up the first half his hands are anything but still, roaming around your body and groping at your curves, groaning as he whispering in your ear. “I’m going to make you scream my name over and over again. Oh. You like that. Well we’ll have to see how much of me you can handle before you can’t move.”
The slick from your cunt dribbling from your opening and down your leg, you should feel dirty but you don’t. Instead your thoughts are focused on how deep his voice is in your ear and the way he guides you with his hands mapping your skin. Not that you aren’t just going along with this. One of your hands has stayed wrapped around his length, pumping him as you move and smearing that liquid beading on the head along his skin.
“Door on the left.” Listening to him as you head in that direction, pausing once you step inside at the dim lights until your vision adjusts. There’s a massive bed in the center of the room with posts set up that make you wonder if he’s ever tied anyone to it and fucking them the way he fucked you downstairs.
“Whatever you’re thinking, I’m happy to try it with you.” Nipping at the skin of your neck as he pulls you close to him. “Tonight, I want you on your hands and knees. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” Whispering the single word before you remove your hand from his dick and saunter toward the daunting piece of furniture, hoping the swaying of your hips doesn’t give away how nervous you are all of a sudden. Or jealous of the thought of someone else being in his bed. Crawling onto the soft mattress in what you hope looks sultry until you think you’re far enough on it to look over your shoulder and wink at him. “Lucifer, won’t you please come and give me that present you promised me on the stairs?” Fluttering your eyelashes at him while giving your ass a shake.
“I certainly plan to.” Sure strides as he moves closer before joining you, placing his cock between your butt cheeks so you can feel the heat of his length sinking into you. “That’s why I want you in this position. So I can pound into that pussy of yours and plant that load so deep it’s still dripping out of you tomorrow.”
Shit. Shaking in anticipation as he shifts so his length is sliding between your folds, brushing against your clit as he teases you. Gripping the silken bedding in your palms while one of is hands lands on your hips. A few more languid strokes of his hips before you feel his moist exhales against your neck. “Are you certain you want me to cum in you?” Even though you’re the one who wants it he still asks.
“Only if you want too.” Realizing you haven’t really given him a choice for him to say no if he doesn’t want to.
“I’ve fantasized about this for the past two years, to think I’m getting that fantasy realized tonight is making it hard to hold back.” His voice so low you clench hard enough that it hurts, wishing he was already filling that space inside of you.
“Then don’t hold back.” Tilting your head to catch his eye. “Downstairs you said you were going to ruin me, so ruin me.” Rocking your hips back and moaning when the head of his cock hits your clit. “Make my body crave yours and yours.”
“You truly will be the death of me.” Tightening his grip on your hip before pulling back to better align his cock with your slit before pushing in enough to make sure it doesn’t pop out. “Now just focus on me, how good I’m about to make you feel.” A single snap of his hips and cry out, stuffed to the brim with his dick spitting you open again.
A hiss of your name, Lucifer doesn’t wait for you to adjust to him this time. Setting a brutal pace of jerking his hips forward with enough force you think he might be fucking the air from your lungs. One of his hands slides along your lower back while the other keeps you in place, which is good because you have no desire to try and focus on helping him. Not when your cunt is spasming along his length and your lungs burning with the effort of keeping you from falling down onto your elbows.
“You really want my cum don’t you.” Moaning when he gives one of your ass cheeks a slap, your walls clenching around him again. “You’re even tighter than before, does the thought of my seed painting your insides turn you on that much?” Adding a circular movement to his pistoning hips that has part of his member brushing against a bundle of nerves inside you that you weren’t aware existed. “Don’t answer. Your body gives you away.” Working his hips faster into your slick core you feel the tension along your back growing as that invisible thread goes taunt. “You’re ready to cum already?” His hand on your hip moves upward to grope one of your breasts, toying with the nipple while he plants his other hand over yours. His entire frame cages you in as he ruts like an animal, the sweat from his skin falling on yours and trailing down before dripping to the sheets below. Moaning at the new position as his balls swing forward to smack your clit, his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust. “Then cum my little wolf, and I’ll give you what you asked me for.” An order in your ear as he starts to suck on the skin of your neck that he can reach and it’s too much, for you.
Arching your back as your orgasm hits you like a train, too many different sensory inputs and your whole body goes rigid, except for your sex that is quivering and pulsing. Aware of Lucifer sucking harder as his hips stills, a fire burning in your core as the first spurt of cum blasts from his cock to splatter against your womb. Its heady even if its smaller then his first load but you still moan before slumping forward on your arms, guiding to the sheets by Lucifer.
His mouth no longer on your neck as he keeps pumping you full of his seed, a trail of wet kisses along your back between your shoulders. “Catch your breath, this night is far from over and the next round will be with you on your back. Neither of us is sleeping tonight.”
True to his word you’re both still awake when the first light of dawn starts to stream in through the slits in his blinds. His chest pressed to yours and his cock thrusting shallowly into your abused, sore cunt. You lost track of how many times you came, or how many times he emptied his balls inside of your slick channel. All you know is you are whining into his neck, utterly exhausted. “Last one, last one.” A chanting in your ear as he keeps moving before the last orgasm leaves you both a tangle of limbs.
Hours later when you wake up, you’re still in the same position the only difference being on your side now and under his silk sheets. Shifting as you look around for a clock, wincing when you see the time.
A groan makes you pause, turning your face to see Lucifer looking at you with a bleary look and one eye cracked open. “It’s too early for this, and I am not a morning person.”
“It’s noon.”
“Not in this bed it's not.” You snicker as he shifts impossibly closer and buries his face against your neck. “Besides neither of us is working today.”
“Still!” Laughing as you trailing your hand along his back before biting your lip. “So, after that night can I still ask if we can do a repeat?”
“On one condition.”
“What is it?” Laughing at how annoyed he sounds even with his voice muffled by your neck and the fabric of the pillow.
“We’re dating.” Ghosting the point of his nose along a muscle in your neck. “Exclusively.”
Well after the night you just had, and as much as you know of the man you do want to get to know him better. Plus you already know how attracted to him you are. “Ok Lucifer, we’re dating.” Laughing low in your throat, your hand continued to roam his skin, awarded with another groan.
“I should have said two conditions, the second being to go back to sleep.”
“But I’m hungry Lucifer, I want breakfast.” Letting your voice drop as your hand lands on his butt and giving it a squeeze.
Squealing in surprise as you find yourself on your back with the sleep fading from Lucifer’s eyes as he smirks down at you, feeling his cock starting to stir still inside your pussy. “Oh, I know just what kind of breakfast to give you.”
Suffice to say, you don’t leave Lucifer’s house that day either. Or should you say your ex-professor turned boyfriend's house?