Page 82 of Pink Ink

“Three more.” The last ones were ruined in my haste to leave. The extra pair is for next time.

Just in case there is a next time.

“Done.”

He stops me before I can hop off, and I freeze. I’m sitting on the goddamnwindowsill.

Overlooking campus.

In the afternoon.

On a weekday.

While there are people below.

“Are you afraid of heights?” Maddox asks.

I shake my head, panting. I need to get down before someone spots us. It’s only a five-story building. It isn’t like people can see more than just my back against the glass pane, but still, it would certainly raise questions.

His lips pull into a smirk as he rolls his sleeves up like men do before they eat. “Don’t look down anyway.”

“Are you crazy?” I hiss.

He drops down to his knees before me and spreads my thighs apart with both hands. “Yes.”

“Anyone could see us.” I try squeezing my legs together, but it’s no use against him. My attempt at pushing him back is just as futile.

“That’s the point, love.” He grins up at me, pulling my shoes and tights off before pushing my panties to the side. A low groan of appreciation sounds from the base of his throat when his eyes drop to the wet mess he’s helped make.

“We could get in trouble!” I whisper-shout in case anyone beyond the door can hear. Not like they wouldn’t have heard me moaning up a storm when Maddox was letting loose on my neck.

“Then you better stay still so no one knows.”

His mouth falls to my pussy. I’ve never been silenced so effectively before. It’s all I can do to bite back a cry. One hand flies to his hair while the other stays on the windowsill for balance.

Fireworks explode behind my eyes when his soft lips wrap around my clit to suck on the bundle of nerves. I choke on a garbled moan and release a string of unintelligible hissed words. I didn’t know it was possible to have my mind scrambled by a man’s tongue.

“You’re doing so well,” Maddox praises.

When he flattens his tongue to lick a hungry path from my center to my clit, I’m a goner. I slap the window behind me. I pull him closer and clamp a hand over my mouth to stop myself from alerting the whole building of my impending orgasm.

Anyone would just need to look up to see that I am very much in the middle of something I shouldn’t be doing withmy teacher, and right now they could sue me for all I care. There’s not a thing in this world that will make me stop my professor from eating me out like it’s his sole purpose in life.

My attempt at composure lasts about ten seconds before I’m thoroughly lost again. I don’t stop my crusade of trying to close my legs—mainly because it’s too much and not enough. If I were any stronger, I’d be crushing his skull with my thighs. If anything, my unconvincing attempts at freeing myself only motivate him further, because he’s lapping at my pussy like I’m better than any Michelin-star restaurant he’s been to.

His name comes out on a breathy moan—first name, last name, both at the same time, title—my brain isn’t operating anymore.Stop, keep going, right there—I don’t know what I want.

Maddox curses and sucks harder likehe’sthe one getting mind-blowing pleasure out of this. And holy shit if that doesn’t push my blood to a boiling point.

My breathing bottoms out, coming out short and shallow with my rising pleasure. The heat from the sun against my back is almost unbearable, but I can’t move without risking everyone seeing me in my bra.

“Do you see any of your friends down there?” The deep rumble of his voice sends vibrations through my bones, and my legs curl around his shoulders on instinct.

I shake my head, pushing my hips up to get him to do less talking and more sucking.

“I’m not turning.” He doesn’t resume his task, and I make a sound somewhere between a whimper and a growl.“Maddox.”

“Look.”Instead of his tongue, he uses the tip of his middle finger to rub achingly slow circles around where I need it most. I’ve become nothing more than a baseless creature, whimpering and pleading, scowling in frustration, that bastard. “Can anyone see you?”