Alpha Professor's Forbidden Affair

PLAYING THE PLAYER

HIRAM’S POV:

The moment my lips find her skin, I forget every rational thought that has kept me distanced from her. Every caution I’ve told myself to heed vanishes in seconds. My lips trail down her neck, tasting the subtle salt of her flesh, while my hands explore, tracing every curve of her body as if she were made for me.

She arches into me, and my hands slip beneath her black nightdress, gliding over her thighs until I find her underwear soaked. I slide my fingers inside, and she moans into my ear, igniting the beast within me. I pull back, my hands moving to grab her butt, pressing into it firmly. But it isn’t enough.

Impatient and craving to see her raw, I pull my hands away from the dress. With ragged breaths, I tug the fabric from her shoulders, easing it down her body until the nightdress pools at her feet.

Beneath it lies a set of black lace lingerie, clinging to her form like a second skin, hugging her breasts tightly as if it knows it should be me savoring her curves, marking her as mine. The underwear is barely there, with thin straps framing her waist, drawing my gaze to the precise place I long to touch and claim. All I can think about is ripping it off with my teeth.

Then it hits me—this is too perfect. She hasn’t chosen this by chance. Every step of her seduction has been meticulously planned and mapped out without a single word spoken. The haze in my eyes clears as I realize she has played me, and I’ve fallen right into her trap.

I hold her gaze longer as she inches closer, attempting to run her hand over my body. I catch her wrist, my face etched with anger.

“You played me.” I watch her eyes flicker at my words. “All this time, you’ve been trying to seduce me.” Leaning in, I inhale the scent of the lingerie, which lacks her signature jasmine.

“And this lingerie is new.”

She falls silent, and I stare into her eyes, waiting for her to deny or confirm my suspicions.

“I didn’t buy it just to seduce you,” she replies in a low tone that could be mistaken for innocence. “It was a gift from Cillian. But since he decided to screw around with someone else, he’ll never see me in it.”

Disregarding how seductive her tone sounds, hearing another man’s name causes my body to twitch with jealousy. So, I’m just a kind of revenge for her now? That’s how she sees me—a stand-in, a placeholder for her anger toward an ex. The realization that she outsmarted me makes me feel foolish, so I take a step back.

“So I’m just your revenge s*x, is that it?”

Regret tugs at me as the question escapes my lips. I don’t want to sound desperate, as if I care too much about what she thinks. The room is quiet, and as she stands there, I walk away to sit on the bed, running a hand through my hair to keep me from grabbing her and finishing what we started. I still have a little dignity left in me to be used for revenge s*x.

“If I wanted revenge s*x, I could have gotten it from anywhere,” she says, intensifying the knot of discomfort in my chest.

She strides toward me, and I can’t help but take in her perfect form, and with each step she takes, my resolve keeps slipping.

“We both want this, and we both know it, Hiram.” Her voice is tainted with innocence, but I can feel the heat of her desire simmering just beneath the surface.

She leans in towards me, running her hands on my crotch, which arouses untold feelings within. But I cannot have her like this. She must submit to my rules.

I grab her hands at once, tightening my grip on them, which causes fear to cross her eyes.

“If you want this, then we must play it my way,” I say, hardening my expression. “Take it off!” I command, then I let her go, watching to know what she will do next.

Without hesitating, she takes off everything she has on. She stands there, naked and vulnerable, as my gaze roams over her, taking in the swell of her hips and the way her breasts rise and fall with each nervous breath. She is perfect.

“Come!” She makes her way to me in response to my order. “Sit!” I pat my lap, and she turns her back while I watch as her butt makes contact with my skin.

The heat of her body against mine sends shock waves through me, causing me to grip her waist, steadying her on my lap as her back comes in contact with my chest. Slowly, I run my fingers up her thigh, causing her to gasp.

“Open your legs,” I whisper in her ears, and she does exactly as I ask, parting her legs for my pleasure. “Good girl.” I mutter in a tone full of desire, which causes bumps to sprout up her pale skin.

My hands trail into her thighs, resting on her throbbing clit, and I rub it slowly. She gives off a sharp breath, then I take my left hand off her waist, parting her hair to the front to give me a better view of her neck. I plant a kiss on it, causing her body to twist.

“Did he ever touch you here?” I ask, my fingers continuing their slow, teasing circles on her clit.

The gasp that escapes her lips is sharp, followed by a stutter, “N.. No.”

Her words ignite a possessive fire in me, knowing I am the first to claim her in different ways. Her body responds positively to my touch as she arches her back, gripping my thighs. My hands glide up to her throat, wrapping around it gently and pulling her backwards until her head rests on my shoulder.

As her cries fill my ears, I pick up the pace, causing her body to wriggle under me.

“Hiram,” she lets out my name in that voice I have only imagined in my head, curling her tiny toes on my feet as her breath comes out in pants.

My hands glide down, resting on her left breast as I cup it with one hand. Then I pinch her n****e, increasing the pressure beneath, and rubbing her faster on her clit. I slide my hands down her folds, allowing the slickness of her arousal coats my fingers, causing my d**k to grow harder. She whimpers as her butt rests on my c**k, and I can feel her legs beginning to tremble. I am sure she is wet enough to take my fingers, so I slide in one, moving in and out of her. When I am sure she is comfortable, I slide in another finger, and she gasps.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, and she shakes her head against my shoulder as her hands reach mine, guiding my fingers in and out of her.

I pump into her a little longer, and soon her body jerks, causing her to tighten her legs around my fingers. Soon she cries out in ecstasy, and I pull my fingers away, cupping her p***y with my hands. Her juice coats her core beautifully, with some of them decorating my thigh. I let go of her, allowing her to hump on my thigh while I plant kisses on her back.

While she rocks back and forth on my thigh, I realize this is her first time, and I have to be gentle.

“Do you have condoms?” I whisper in her ears, and she nods, then she gets to her feet, walking to the table in front.

She pulls open the drawer and takes out a pack of condoms, walking over to me..