Stalked by my Professor Novel

Chapter 62 Why is Haven staring at my dick like she's never seen one before? And asking if I want to stop, like she doesn't realize how far past that point we are⁠- Jesus, I guess she doesn't know what she's doing. Not really. She reaches out a timid hand, glancing up at me with big blue eyes, her fingers trembling as she wraps them around the base of my cock. She gasps when I grab her wrist, plucking her hand off my dick. And then grimaces when I spit in her palm. "You want to blow me, I'm not gonna stop you." I grate out, pushing her hand back into my lap. "But stop playing dumb.

Even virgins know how this shit works." I don't mean to be a dick, but my head still hurts where she slammed me with her book, and I've had a hard on pretty much non-stop since last night. That's not even considering my aching muscles, or my bruised and scraped feet. I'm done with her coy little games. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips like I'm making her nervous, then she takes hold of my cock again. Tentatively squeezing me as she pumps her lubed-up hand over my hard shaft.

"Not so fast." Haven immediately slows down, her round eyes darting from my cock to my face just long enough to see if I approve of the adjustment. Nervous. Almost shy. She's uneasy at first, giving me hesitant little squeezes like she's trying not to break my dick. But as her spit coats my skin and her fingers glide easier, her nerves melt. That wide-eyed innocence gives way to something darker. Something hotter. Her strokes get bolder. Slower. "Better." My jaw is getting tighter. My dick even harder. But I refuse to give her the satisfaction of coming three seconds in.

If she wants this, she's gonna have to work for it. "You just gonna keep looking at it?" She throws me a confused look. Which I wipe off her face in an instant when I grab a fistful of her hair and force her head closer to my cock. "Suck it." She hesitates, pushing back against my hand, and I see a flicker of anger in her eyes before she turns and swallows the tip of my dick. Jesus...fucking...Christ... I bite back a groan, clenching my jaw so hard my teeth ache. When her tongue swirls against my crown, it's like she's holding a torch to my nerve endings.

I clamp down on my lower lip, doing my best to stay silent, to stay still. To leave everything one hundred percent up to her, so I can see how she tries to fake her way out of this one. Because fine, the photo is a fake. But did she really think I didn't do my due fucking diligence? I spoke to the guys who were there. Were they all bullshitting when I asked them about her? Please. I'm dead set that she knows exactly what she's doing-pretending not to know how dick sucking works-until she takes more of me into her mouth and doesn't take her teeth out of the way first. "Fucking Christ!

Easy, Heavenly." My grip tightens in her hair, pulling her off while my cock twitches painfully. Her lips part, eyes wide and startled. "What did I do?" "No teeth," I say slowly, hesitantly dragging her wide-eyed face closer to my dick. I swear, I'm hunting for the smallest sign on her face-in her eyes-that she's bullshitting me, but all I see is concern. "God, sorr-" My cock cuts off the rest, but I have to force myself not to thrust into her fucking throat when the vibration of that last word hits my dick. Don't thrust, Kai.

Don't you dare fucking thr⁠- A moan slips out of me when saliva trickles down my shaft and she tries to catch it with her other hand, effectively throttling my cock. As if she's just realizing that spit makes excellent lube, she starts rubbing it into my skin, opening her mouth so more of it pours out. I know it's a ploy. And it's so goddamn ironic that she's expecting me to teach her like I'm some kind of expert. I've had literally two blow jobs in my entire life.

An epic fail with Tanya Burrows freshman year, where I pulled her off my dick after sixty seconds because nothing had ever felt so wrong in my life, and the time I made Haven suck me off in the library. But I know what feels good. What feels right. And this? I've never felt anything better, anything more right, in my entire fucking life. Guess we're both learning. "More spit," I tell her, tightening the fist in her hair for emphasis. She throws me another one of those doe-eyed glances and then draws away just long enough to let more spit trickle out of her mouth.

Jesus, I nearly go into cardiac arrest. Dead at twenty-two, what a fucking tragedy. I should stop her. I need to stop her. Why the fuck aren't I stopping her? Because I had my fingers in her mouth a few seconds ago, holding down her tongue so she'd just fucking stop talking, and ever since then, all I could think about was coming down the back of her throat. I rip her head away, because I'd just been about to do exactly that.

She gasps, grabbing my wrist, throwing me a pained, angry look, but I just push her onto my cock again so she doesn't think I was waiting for her to give me an opinion on the matter. She immediately goes back to sucking, and I swear she's still trying to drive home the whole 'is this how you do it?' bit, because her teeth scrape over my dick like she's forgotten rule number one. Before I can say anything, she gives me a wide-eyed, apologetic glance, and squirms her tongue against the spot. I squeeze my eyes closed. Watching her is getting me too close, too fast.

At least with my eyes closed⁠- They spring open almost immediately. Nope, that definitely makes it worse. I mean better...which makes it worse. When I lock back onto her, and she pulls back at that exact moment to give my shaft a long, slow lick, her eyes closed like she's savoring it... She's mine. Fucking mine. I'll kill anyone who touches her. I'll punch them for even looking at her. I'll... Sweet Jesus, I'm so fucking close. She glances over at me, peels her lips away from her teeth and gently, so fucking gently, scrapes them over my shaft.

"That hurt?" I swear to God, I can't tell if she's faking anymore. The curiosity on her face seems to be genuine. It takes phenomenal effort to shake my head. Eyes still locked with mine, she drags her tongue up my shaft. "But this is better?" There's a gleam in her blue eyes. Not mischief, but this kind of lustful joy like she's finally getting the answer to all those burning questions she's had for so long. Exactly how I feel right now. What would it be like having Haven fucking Lee sucking my cock and asking me if I like it?

I mean, sure, I was down her throat in the library the other day, and it was fucking exceptional...but it was also rough, and over way too quick. "Much better," I say in a gravelly voice. That blue-eyed gaze of hers feels like a hook tethered to the base of my spine as she leans closer to the crown of my cock, studying me. "What about this?" I wince the moment she shows me her teeth because I know what's coming. Not me. Not yet. If she keeps up this experimentation of hers, maybe never.

But even as I'm wincing, I give her the smallest nod, and she takes that as permission to slowly drag her teeth over the head of my dick. "Fuuuck," I groan, my entire body clenching as I try not to pull away. She glides her tongue over the spot, and my muscles melt. Another scrape of her teeth, making everything tense at the delicious agony, then a slow lick. Ten seconds later, I'm shuddering from head to toe. "Stop," I manage through clenched teeth, not sure if I'm grimacing with pain or pleasure. She obeys, but only because she's grown bored with that experiment.

Phase two involves her spitting on her hand before she massages my balls, alternating between soft squeezes and dragging her short nails over my scrotum. But only with one hand. The other she keeps clamped over my dick, ever so slowly sliding her fingers up and down my length. I'm fighting valiantly not to go into full-body convulsions, but the odd shudder and shake still make their way through. Haven watches me with zealous ferocity, especially when precum leaks out of the slit in my dick.

I don't bother holding back the groan when her hot, wet mouth closes over my crown and sucks me deeper inside. But hesitantly. Cautious, even as her tongue swirls against my shaft. "Jesus," I mutter, one of only two words in my current vocabulary. She was innocent. She was always fucking innocent. I've been an asshole to her since she got to Agony Hollow College, thinking she deserved nothing less, but all this time I've been wrong. This whole time, I've been calling her a whore, pushing her buttons, slut-shaming her like I needed her to want anyone but me.

How am I supposed to fix something like that? Can I even fix it? I could eat her pussy for every time I called her a whore. If she's into that, of course. But I'd enjoy it too much, so it wouldn't be punishment. I could let her slap me. Or punch me. She seemed to like it earlier, when she was trying to end me with her fucking Activity Log. I can't stop shaking-even now, I can feel my cock twitching as she strokes me-but it's not just the pleasure wrecking me. All this time, I've been wrong. Dead fucking wrong.

Guilt digs at me, threatening to overwhelm the pleasure, the lust, the deep-seated need I have to come. Because it's too late. I've dug myself a hole so deep, who the fuck knows if I'll ever be able to crawl out? Every cruel word I've ever said to her crashes through my mind. Every time I called her a slut, every time I made her feel like dirt-and she was innocent the whole fucking time. I'm the monster here. I've always been the monster. The pleasure should be overwhelming, but all I can think about is how wrong I've been. How much I've hurt her.

How she's giving me this perfect moment when I don't deserve a single fucking second. I should push her away. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ FindN()vel.net But I want her. Need her. Haven gives my balls another gentle squeeze, the crown of my cock another lingering swirl, and those awful thoughts dissolve. Her fingers trail lower, teasing the strip of sensitive skin between my ass and balls. A feather-light touch, but I'm way too fucking sensitive not to feel it. I tense, an uneasy anticipation buzzing in my gut.

She'd better not be planning any of that bullshit she pulled at Rooke's house the other day. But then she swirls her tongue, and everything scrambles "Fuuuck..." "You like that?" "Jesus." Should have known she was just buttering me up. Knocking down my defenses so I'd be less suspicious. She knows exactly what she's doing to me, and she's enjoying every second of my destruction. Haven takes an inch of my cock into her mouth. The hand still wrapped around my balls slides down, and she pushes her finger into my asshole.

"Hey!" My body stiffens in shock, but all that does is clench my ass cheeks, and I guess she takes that as encouragement, because she slides her finger in deeper and starts pumping it in and out. Even tightening the fist in her hair doesn't make her stop. Even grabbing her wrist. "Stop! Haven, fucking..." My words trail off in a guttural, rattling groan. I come so hard I hit Haven in the face even though she's almost a foot away from my dick. She flinches, laughing as she turns away to wipe at her face. But I don't let her wipe away anything.

I can't fucking stand the loss-her being anywhere but here. I slap my hand around the one holding my cock, trapping her, and force her head back into my lap with the fist in her hair. The desperate moan she makes when I hit the back of her throat is surreal. Haven gags, but doesn't pull away, and I can't stop myself from groaning. She's perfect. Too fucking perfect. Her mouth closes over my cock again, drinking down whatever's left of me. And, fuck me, when I drag her up and taste her-taste myself on her lips-my insides twist so tight, it feels like they'll snap.

Our kiss is messy and crass, bordering on chaotic. But it's everything I am, and everything she's always been. A hot fucking mess. Our hot mess.