Forbidden Flames: Dangerous Cravings

Chapter 5

Elena froze mid-grind as the lecture hall door creaked open loudly.

Her heart slammed violently against her ribs. She quickly pressed her sweating body flat against Marcus, both of them holding their breath in the dim lighting.

The student muttered to himself, rummaged around a desk in the back row for what felt like forever, then finally left.

The door clicked shut again. Elena let out a long, shaky breath, her p***y still clenching rhythmically around Marcus’s throbbing c**k.

“f**k, that was way too close,” she whispered, trembling with adrenaline and leftover fear.

Marcus gripped her hips tighter, eyes dark with pure lust. “It made me even harder. You feel how much I want you right now? I’m pulsing inside you.”

The close call sent a fresh, powerful rush of heat through her entire body. Elena started riding him again, faster and more desperately than before. The danger made every sensation sharper and more addictive.

“We can’t stay here,” she gasped between moans. “Your apartment. Now.”

They barely made it out of the building without getting caught. The drive to Marcus’s off-campus apartment felt endless, hands roaming over each other the whole way. By the time they stumbled through his front door, they were tearing at each other’s clothes with frantic need.

Marcus kicked the door shut and pushed her against the wall. His mouth claimed hers hungrily, tongue hot and demanding, while his strong hands roamed over her curves.

Elena kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers pulling desperately at his shirt. “I need you so f*****g bad right now,” she breathed against his lips.

They moved to his bedroom in a heated tangle of limbs. The sheets felt cool against her heated skin as Marcus laid her down, but Elena quickly rolled them over, taking control. She straddled him and sank down onto his thick c**k in one smooth, greedy motion.

“God, you feel so deep like this,” she moaned, rocking her hips slowly. The thick stretch and fullness made her toes curl.

Marcus groaned loudly, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her ass. “Ride me, Elena. Take what you need from me.”

She rode him with long, sensual strokes, grinding her c**t against him with every movement. Sweat slicked their skin, making their bodies slide together deliciously. The intimate scent of their arousal filled the room.

After several minutes, Marcus flipped them with surprising strength. He spread her legs wide and thrust into her deep and steady. Elena wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, nails digging into his muscular back.

“Tell me what you’re really feeling,” he murmured against her neck, slowing his thrusts to a torturous pace.

Elena hesitated, then opened up as pleasure and deep emotion mixed together. “My marriage has been dead for years. Cold and lonely as hell. I felt invisible every single day… until you showed up. You make me feel alive again, Marcus. Desired. Wanted. Seen.”

Marcus kissed her deeply, thrusting slower but harder, the wet sounds of their bodies filling the room. “I’ve fantasized about you for so f*****g long. Since the very first lecture. I used to jerk off thinking about you in those tight skirts, imagining exactly what you’d sound like moaning my name.”

His raw confession sent a powerful thrill through her body. Elena pulled him closer, kissing him with hungry desperation.

“Keep talking,” she whispered, arching her back into his thrusts.

“I imagined f*****g you on your desk after class, in my car, in this bed, everywhere,” he groaned, pounding into her harder. “But the real thing is so much better. You’re so tight, so wet, so f*****g perfect around me.”

They changed positions again. Marcus took her from behind, gripping her hips firmly as he slammed into her. Elena moaned loudly into the pillow, pushing back against him eagerly. The angle let him hit even deeper.

“f**k, right there,” she cried out. “Don’t stop. You’re going to make me come so hard.”

Marcus reached around and rubbed her swollen c**t with firm, slick circles while thrusting deep and fast. The combined sensations pushed her right to the edge.

“I’m so close,” she moaned, body trembling. “Harder, Marcus. Please.”

He gave her exactly what she needed, pounding into her relentlessly. The wet slapping sounds, the heat of his body, the pressure on her c**t, and the deep stretch of his thick c**k became overwhelming.

Elena’s orgasm hit like an explosion. Her whole body seized up as powerful waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her p***y clenched and spasmed violently around his c**k, gushing hot and wet with every pulse. Intense heat radiated from her core, spreading like liquid fire through her limbs. Her toes curled tightly, thighs shaking uncontrollably, while sharp cries of ecstasy tore from her throat. Every muscle in her body tightened and released in rhythmic bliss. The overwhelming sensation left her breathless, seeing stars, and trembling with aftershocks that refused to stop.

Marcus followed right after, groaning her name deeply as he buried himself to the hilt. She felt every powerful throb and hot spurt of his c*m flooding deep inside her, prolonging her own climax with warm, pulsing pressure.

They collapsed together on the messy sheets, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. Elena felt safe and strangely content in his arms for the first time in years, but the familiar guilt still lingered at the edges.

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains. Elena woke up slowly in Marcus’s bed, the sheets tangled around her naked body.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand and her stomach dropped instantly. Dozens of missed calls and messages filled the screen.

One text from her colleague stood out in bold: “The Dean wants to see both of us first thing. Something about inappropriate faculty-student relations…”