Chapter 24
Chapter 24
The moment the words left her lips, the air in the living room thickened. Jonathan studied her for one long, silent beat, his darkened eyes searched her face like he was giving her one final chance to run. Then he stepped forward, cupped the back of her neck, and pulled her into a slow, deep kiss.
Not the frantic kind from his office; this one was deliberate and possessive, his tongue slid against hers until her knees weakened and fresh tears slipped down her cheeks. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed the wetness away.
“Go upstairs and collect yourself,” he said quietly. “First door on the right. I’ll be up in a minute.”
Alexandria let out a shuddering breath as she nodded. Her legs were unsteady as she climbed the sleek wooden staircase. The bedroom was exactly what she expected; calm, masculine, and luxurious in its simplicity. A massive king bed with crisp white sheets, soft lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a private garden.
She stood in the middle of the room, her heart was hammering, shame and need twisted so violently inside her that she could barely breathe. She hated this, she hated how badly she wanted him. Hated that she had followed him here like a whore. Nonetheless, she walked into the adjoining bathroom and freshened up quickly, she washed the salinity off her face knowing more would follow shortly.
She blew out a heavy breath on stepping out. Was she calmer? Not at all, her nerves were killing her.
The door clicked open behind her, and Jonathan stepped in, closing it softly. His gaze dragged over her slowly, taking in every trembling inch.
“Undress for me,” he murmured. “Slowly.”
How was he always so blunt? Why did he have such an effect on her?
Her hands shook as she obeyed, she began peeling off her blouse, then her skirt, then her bra and ruined thong. She stood naked before him, arms half-covering her breasts out of instinct until he gently pulled them down to her sides.
He stepped closer, one hand slid up her waist slowly till she shuddered. His fingers brushed over the darkened bruise on her ribs, she'd somehow forgotten about it, and she was suddenly ashamed of it.
Jonathan’s brow furrowed slightly. His touch lingered there carefully.
“How did this happen?”
Alexandria’s breath hitched. Fresh tears welled up and she quickly lowered her gaze to the floor.
“I… I went boxing. I needed to feel something else, anything else. I needed to get you out of my head.” she replied quietly.
He was quiet for a long moment, and she was beginning to think he wouldnt speak at all, but then his thumb stroked gently over the bruise.
"Never hurt yourself again because of me,” he said at last. “Do you understand?”
She nodded though fresh streams of tears went stealing down her face. His words were endearing in a weird way, and she was disgusting in herself because one would swear she wasn't loved enough from home.
He tilted her chin up and kissed her once more, softer this time, before guiding her backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed.
“Lie down.”
She did, she lay back staring up at the ceiling as he finally undressed, the sheets smelled like him. Jonathan climbed over her, settling between her spread legs, he bbraced himself on one forearm, the other hand slid down her body to feel her up, it cupped her breast and pinched her nipple until she whimpered.
Then lower; two thick fingers dragged through her soaked pussy, circling her clit before pushing inside her with one smooth stroke. She gasped, her back arched as he curled them, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb worked her clit in slow, firm circles.
Pleasure built quickly, but he kept it steady, watching her face the entire time. When she started trembling on the edge, he pulled his fingers out.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice was deeper now, more sensual.
She wanted to complain but he lined himself up and pushed inside her in one long, slow thrust. Alexandria’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. The familiar stretch was overwhelming, it was hot, so deep she felt him in her stomach. He didn’t move at first, just stayed buried to the hilt, letting her adjust while her walls fluttered desperately around him.
Then he started fucking her. Slowly at first. Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. His hips rolled with controlled strength, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, filling her completely each time. The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking him filled the quiet room.
Tears poured down her temples. Shame crashed over her in waves; she was naked in her professor’s bed, legs spread wide, letting him fuck her like she belonged to him. She hated how good it felt. Hated how her body welcomed every thrust. Hated that she was crying and still rocking her hips up to meet him.
Jonathan noticed the tears, he leaned down, pressing soft kisses to her wet cheeks, her temple, the corner of her mouth.
“Shh,” he murmured gently against her skin. “I’ve got you.”
He picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper till she screamed. The bed creaked beneath them. His hand slid under her ass, tilting her hips so he could grind against her clit with every stroke. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly until she shattered. Her first orgasm hit her aggressively.
Her pussy clamped down around his cock, pulsing hard as she came with a broken sob. Jonathan didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, slow and steady, murmuring soft hushing sounds against her ear while she trembled and cried beneath him.
When the aftershocks faded, he pulled out, flipped them, and settled her on top.
“Ride me,” he said, voice low and rough, he sounded so hot.
Alexandria braced her hands on his chest, her thighs were shaking as she sank back down onto his cock. The new angle made him feel even deeper. She started moving, hesitant at first, then faster as she watched him nod, encouraging her. She rolled her hips in desperate little circles.
Her tears kept falling as shame burned hotter. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy.
Jonathan’s hands gripped her waist, guiding her, helping her ride him harder. His dark eyes stayed locked on her face the entire time, watching every flicker of emotion.
“Shh, you're doing well,” he whispered when another sob escaped her. “Let it out. I’ve got you.”
He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her back, the other tangled in her hair as he pulled her down into a deep kiss. The new position pressed her clit against his pelvis with every roll of her hips. Pleasure built again, fast.
Her second orgasm crashed over her without warning. She cried out against his mouth, her pussy squirted around his cock as she came hard, her thighs shook violently. Jonathan groaned low, holding her through it, then flipped them again so he was back on top.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, and drove into her hard and deep. The angle was devastating. Every thrust hit that perfect spot, the wet slap of skin on skin was loud and obscene. Alexandria’s nails dug into his back, tears streamed steadily now as the pleasure bordered on too much, she was overstimulated.
Jonathan’s rhythm grew punishing; his hips were snapping forward relentlessly. He buried his face in her neck, breathing ragged.
"Come again for me,” he murmured against her skin. “One more time.”
His words were compelling, they made her unravel agsin. The third orgasm tore through her mercilessly, her pussy spasmed wildly around him, soaking his cock and the sheets beneath them. Jonathan followed right after, thrusting deep one last time and coming with a low groan, filling her up completely.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing. He stayed inside her as he carefully lowered her legs and pulled her against his chest. One hand stroked her back in slow, soothing circles while the other wiped the tears from her cheeks gently.
“You’re okay,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’ve got you.”
Alexandria curled into him, still crying quietly, her body was trembling with aftershocks and overwhelming emotion. The shame was still there, but so was something else; a twisted, addictive sense of safety in his arms. She had crossed the line completely now, and she already knew she would never be able to go back.