Pushing the Limits (23 page)

He takes a step closer and grabs my hand. “I swear, Aspen. I’d never hurt you intentionally. Things between us are going to be complicated as long as you’re my student and I’m your professor. But I’m willing to try because I want to make this work with you.” His words are so genuine and his eyes are so soft, I can’t help but want to push him away.

“You hardly know me.”

He pulls me against him, our bodies both drenched and clothes soaked through. “You’ve let me in more than you realize. I know about your pain, your past, your heartbreak. I know you’re guarding your heart in every way possible. I see it in your eyes when you paint. The only time you’re unguarded is when you’re creating a piece of art. Your paintings reflect everything you won’t let people in to see.”

“I’m more broken than you realize. I’ve told you I’m a mess. Probably more than you can handle.”

His other hand caresses my cheek and wraps around my neck as he leans in and slowly kisses my lips. My body relaxes and leans into him, allowing his kiss to take over.

“If you’ll let me in, I promise to give you everything you need.”

My eyes are still closed, the rain covering our faces and lips. “I don’t even know what I need,” I admit. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Then we’ll find out together.” His lips cover mine again as my arms wrap around his body, holding onto him with every possible ounce of strength.

“Come home with me,” I say breathlessly, practically begging.

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smiles against my lips.

I barely pull my keys out of the door before his lips and hands are on me again. He blindly kicks the door shut and wraps his arms around my waist, covering my mouth with his then trailing kisses down my jawline and neck.

“You’re shivering,” he whispers in my ear. “You should really take off these wet clothes.” I smile and nod my head in agreement. “And probably take a hot shower,” he adds, curling his fingers under my shirt and lifting it up.

“You should, too. Wouldn’t want you to get sick or anything,” I say, grabbing for his belt and undoing the buckle. “Better yet, we should conserve water and shower together.”

He reaches around and undoes my bra. “I like the way you think.”

I unzip his pants and pull them down. He kicks them off and presses his body to mine again. His fingers fidget with my jeans, but the dampness makes them stick to my legs. I break away quickly and yank them down, tossing them to the floor and clinging back to his lips.

He wraps a hand around my waist as I pull him toward the shower. His other hand palms my breast and squeezes. I moan my approval into his mouth and kiss him harder, deeper.

I push the bathroom door open and reach for the light, but before I can, he wraps both arms around me and lifts me up. He sets me down on the counter and pushes us against the mirror, sliding both hands up to my breasts and pinching my nipples between his fingers.

My head falls back as I release a loud moan. I absolutely love his hands on me and could never get enough. His lips suck on my collarbone as his fingers twist my nipples. I almost can’t take it and need him to stop, but then he brings a hand down my stomach and in between my legs.

“Baby girl, are you wet?” I hear the excitement in his voice.

“Is that a trick question?” I nearly gasp as his fingers rub over my pussy through my panties. His hand moves faster and harder, forcing my hips to roll against him.

My back arches as his lips whisper over my ear. “Tell me, Aspen. Say it.”

“Take my panties off and find out, Professor,” I challenge, feeling his fingers rubbing even harder.

He pushes them to the side and slides a finger inside.

“Yes,” I gasp, arching my hips to press against his hand harder.

“Like this?” He pushes a second finger in as his thumb rubs against my clit in a perfect rhythm.

“Yes, yes. Just like that!” I scream, wrapping a hand around his arm and holding myself up with the other against the countertop.

His fingers push in deeper as he speeds up the pace. I can hardly take it anymore as he rubs his thumb faster. I’m so close, about to explode before he pulls his fingers out and wraps his lips around them, sucking the juices right off his fingertips.

“Mm, you taste incredible.” He exaggerates his voice, pushing his tongue in between his two fingers.

“That was cruel,” I hiss.

An evil grin spreads across his face and deepens his dimples. “What did I say about calling me professor outside of the classroom?” He arches a brow.

“Oh, is that how you want to play? Because I’m the queen of delayed gratification.”

“Is that so? Sounds like a challenge to me.”

“Just don’t forget who you’re playing against. I once painted for eleven hours straight without eating or taking a break.” I pucker my lips and lean toward him as I continue. “
Standing up
.”

He leans in and pulls my lower lip in between his teeth, biting gently before releasing. “Now the smell of your arousal is on both of our lips. How long do you think you can wait before feeling me inside you?”

My body shivers at the thought of his cock deep inside of me. I’ve dreamed and fantasized about it, wondering how it’d actually feel. Now I was inches from it.

“You’re enjoying this way too much, Professor. Whose rules are you willing to bend?” I challenge as my body buzzes, anxious for him to give in.

“The only thing I’ll be bending is you over this countertop. I plan to rip your panties off, pull your hair, and fuck you hard.” His voice is seductive and heavy with promises that I’m begging for him to fulfill. Perhaps I’ll let him win this time.

My eyes light up as a smile pulls from my lips. “Show me.”

His mouth covers mine in a heated frenzy. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him between them. I feel his erection against my pussy and moan. “Tell me what you need first, Aspen.”

His hands grip my waist, keeping our bodies locked together. “I want your hands on me. Attack my tits like you own them,” I beg. “I like it rough,” I admit.

His head bends and leans against my shoulder. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He growls. He lifts his head again and sucks along my neck and jaw. His hands slide up my chest, and he cups my breasts, digging his nails into the skin as hard as he can. Already primed from his wicked fingers, I nearly explode at the way he does exactly as I asked.

I clench my thighs, trapping him closer. I want him inside and can’t wait any longer.

“Morgan,” I whimper. He rocks his hips harder against me, letting me feel exactly what I do to him. I reach for him, but he pulls his hips back where I can’t reach. “Morgan!” I scream, louder. I know he likes it when I say his name, so I scream it over and over until he gives me exactly what I want.

He pulls away and hooks his fingers in my panties. I can feel my arousal dripping down my leg as he slides them down and lets them drop to the floor. Instead of taking his boxer shorts off, he kneels down and spreads my legs wider.

“Keep screaming, sweetheart. Let me know exactly how much you like it.”

Before I can protest, his mouth covers my pussy. His hands wrap around my thighs and pull me closer to his lips.

I gasp and scream as his tongue fucks me better than I’d ever experienced before. I always figured he’d be good, but never imagined
this
good. My fingers dig into his shoulders, clawing and scratching his skin the as sucks and licks. His lips wrap around my clit while he pushes a thick finger inside. He finds a perfect rhythm, and soon, I’m screaming and clenching my thighs together in a heated frenzy.

“Fuck, Morgan…oh my God…” I pant unsure if I want him to stop or go faster. I can barely take any more.

“Give me another, baby. Let me feel how turned on you are.”

“I can’t,” I cry out. “Holy shit.” My hips go wild as he adds a second finger and fucks my pussy so good, I nearly rip his hair out. “You have to stop. I can’t take any more.”

“I decide when I stop, baby girl.” His lips wrap around my clit again as his fingers continue their steady rhythm.

I lock my legs around his neck and squeeze. It only encourages him to go faster and harder. My body can’t take any more as I completely explode around him. I feel him licking up my arousal and sucking it off his fingers. My limbs feel numb, and I’m not even sure I can walk.

“Fuck, Aspen. You came so hard, sweetheart.” I feel his lips press against my inner thigh. He stands up and cups my face. “You all right?”

“I have mixed feelings.”

He snorts. “And what’s that?”

“Mixed between wanting to stab you for ignoring my pleas and wanting to ride you so fucking hard, it’ll feel like your dick is going to fall off.” I grin, knowing none of those is appealing to him.

“I’d like to see that,” he teases. “The second one, that is.”

“I’m sure you would.”

“But first, we need to shower.” He kisses my lips softly, and I groan before he walks away to turn the shower on.

Steam begins covering the room, and after a few minutes of rest, I’m more anxious than ever to taste him.

He slides his boxer shorts off before opening the door and calling over his shoulder, “You coming?”

I see him wink as he holds the door open for me. “I was hoping this time it’d be you.” I lower my eyes to the hand that’s stroking his cock. It’s rock hard and aching for relief.

I slide off the counter and walk to him. He leans down and kisses me, pushing us both inside. He closes the door behind him and cups his hands around my face as we settle in under the hot stream of water.

His lips are soft and sensual, which makes them so addicting, but I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to taste him first. I want to see his face as I wrap my lips around him.

I push against his chest and break away from his mouth. I kiss down his jaw, neck, and chest until I’m kneeling down in front of him. I grasp his cock in both hands and slowly stroke up and down, swirling my tongue around the tip. He groans and rocks his hips toward me, pushing deeper inside my mouth.

Our eyes meet as I wrap my lips fully around him and suck him deep into my mouth. He moans, tangling his fingers in my hair, one hand wrapped around his shaft and the other on his thigh. I stroke and suck, deeper and faster until he takes over chasing his own pleasure.

His head leans back as he releases inside my mouth. I lick my lips and swallow it all down. He groans as I swirl my tongue around his sensitive tip once more.

“Christ, Aspen…” he growls. He reaches down for my hands and helps me to my feet. He tilts my chin forward and brushes his lips against mine, tasting his own arousal. “That was amazing,” he whispers against my mouth. “You are amazing.”

We stay under the stream of water, kissing, touching, and teasing. He washes my body, and I wash his. It’s sensual and sexy, and I can’t believe I finally get to have him this way. It’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever done with a guy. Usually, it’s drinking, a quick fuck, and passing out until the next morning when I not so politely kick them out.

But this, with him…is so different from anything I’ve ever experienced before. The connection we have, the passion we share, and the feelings I have for him make it all worth the struggle to finally get here.

CHAPTER TWENTY

MORGAN

Feeling Aspen shake against my tongue and hearing her deep throaty moans has me on an adrenaline rush I’ve never felt before. The way she tastes, the way she shivers from just the slightest touch of mine, and the way she takes control makes it impossible to resist wanting more of her.

I attack her lips as if they’re my reason to breathe. I suck in her bottom lip, biting lightly before massaging my tongue with hers. My hands have a mind of their own, rubbing alongside her body, feeling every perfect inch of hers under my skin. I lower them down to her ass and squeeze, pushing her closer until she’s pressed against my chest. My dick hardens again as I feel her pussy rub against me, begging me to touch her, give her the release she’s craving. My body’s on fire and wants to fill her so fucking deep, but I want to make my time with Aspen last as long as possible. I don’t want this to ever end.

“I think we’ve warmed up enough,” she moans against my lips.

I smile at what she’s implying. If I had absolutely no self-control at all, I’d bend her over right now and fuck her against the shower wall, but I don’t want our first time to be in here. No, I want her on the bed, memorize every inch of her, and take her slowly. I want my body to sync with hers, letting the intense connection we share takeover.

But I’m not without flaws. My willpower can only go so far.

“Where do you want it, sweetheart?” I ask.

“Bedroom,” is all she says before I turn the water off and kick the door open. Her lips are locked on mine as I wrap my arms around her and pull her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. She directs me down the hall to her bedroom where I set her down on her feet and push her up against the door. “Now where?” I whisper in her ear, brushing my lips against her neck.

“Bend me over the bed,” she orders.

I do just that, spreading her legs wide as she arches her back over the mattress. Fuck, she looks amazing like this. Spread out and ready for me, waiting. I can’t remember the last time I wanted someone this badly. She’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks, and now I am finally going to feel every intimate part of her.

I ask if she has a condom, and she points to her bedside drawer. I quickly grab one and slide it over me.

“Keep talking, baby. Tell me what you like.” I rub a hand up her spine, pushing her chest down farther. Her ass lifts up higher as I position myself against her pussy.

“I told you I like it rough. Deep, hard, fast.”

I groan at how confident her words come out. Most girls are too embarrassed to tell you what they like, but not Aspen. She’s vocal, and I fucking love it.

“Fuck, baby. I might not be able to stop with that mouth of yours talking like that.” I press the tip into her pussy with a slight push, not quite giving in to her demands.

“Good. That’s exactly how I like it.” With a deep growl, I rock my hips and fill her as deep as I can. Her pussy tightens around me, making me groan and flex as I adjust to her tight grip. She feels fucking amazing, and now I know for sure I’ll never want to stop. Not when she makes me feel this good both physically and emotionally. I haven’t had that feeling in years.

She arches her back higher, laying her arms flat on the mattress over her head and opening her legs wider for me. I squeeze her hips in both hands fisting the skin alongside her body and keeping the fast pace. She’s panting and moaning in between cursing and demanding it deeper and faster. Fuck, this girl’s a damn animal.

“Jesus, Aspen,” I growl, leaning over her and wrapping an arm around her chest. “You feel so fucking amazing, baby. God, I can’t stop wanting you.” I squeeze her breast and she screams. “I love hearing you say my name, sweetheart. Say it,” I demand.

“Fuck, Morgan,” she says with a heavy breath. “Morgan! Morgan!” I rock my hips into her harder and faster, feeling her pussy tighten around me as she lets out another jarring breath. “Oh my God! Yes!” Her body shakes and releases against me, her hands fisting the sheets for support.

I can feel her body going limp and weak, so I grab her hips and spin her around to face me. I gently lay her back down on the bed and kiss her lips. I slide my hand up and grab her breast, squeezing the nipple in between my fingers until I hear that deep, throaty moan of hers. God, I love that sound.

Her hips arch, and she rubs her body against mine. I smile at her eagerness as I thrust back inside her, this time slow and deep. Her head falls back as I rock my hips back and forth, feeling her body tighten around me once again. I can feel she’s close and want to release with her, but at the same time, I don’t ever want to let her go. This feeling—this euphoric high—is something I thought I’d never get back.

“Morgan,” she whimpers, grabbing hold of my upper arms and squeezing. “I had no idea it could feel this good,” she admits. Even though she’s flushed, her cheeks turn a light shade of red. I can tell she doesn’t normally engage this way during sex and even though it feels natural between us, it’s still new for her.

“Sweetheart, had I known, there’s no way I could’ve waited this long. But I can’t say you haven’t made the wait worth it.”

“You act as if I made you wait, Professor,” she mocks.

I pull out slowly but then push back in as deep and hard as possible. She yelps and arches her back, digging her nails into my skin. “What did I say about calling me that?” I taunt. “I thought I warned you about the consequences.”

“I figured the risk was worth it.”

Her lips tilt up in a cocky grin, and I know it’s a lost cause. She wraps her legs around my waist as I kiss along her jaw and wrap my hand in her hair. She rocks her hips with mine controlling the pace and showing me exactly how she wants it. I fucking love that. I love that she likes to be in control and isn’t afraid to take over.

I roll to my back, putting her more in control. Her hands are pressed into my chest as she rides me, her head thrown back as she moans and pants. I squeeze my hands around her hips, keeping up with her pace now. I watch as her tits bounce in my face, and I can’t take it anymore. I lean up and pull one into my mouth, sucking her nipple and massaging the other one with my free hand. She screams and rotates her hips faster against me. I move my mouth to her other breast and suck that one, too.

Her damn tits are amazing.

I groan, continuing my attack on her breasts with my lips and teeth. Moving from one to the other as she continues rocking her hips and squeezing her thighs.

“Holy shit,” she gasps, feeling the build up inside her. I know she’s close, and it’s going to be fucking intense.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear you.” I wrap a hand around her and smack her ass cheek twice. “I want those cheeks to burn.”

“
Ohgodyes
…” she moans all at once, her pussy tightening around my cock as she screams again, pushing her hands down against my chest as she comes. I release inside her seconds later, unable to control it any longer.

“Fuck, my girl likes that.” 

She falls down against me with a slap, her chest heaving up and down. My arms lay slack against the mattress as we both try to control our breathing.

“Aspen…” I breathe out.

“Yes?”

“You really are incredible,” I say simply, but she doesn’t respond. Her body shivers and it’s all the response I need.

I wrap an arm around her and shift our bodies so we’re lying on our sides. I dispose of the condom and toss it into the small wastebasket by her nightstand.

Her legs are still intertwined with mine as I cup her jaw and rub the pad of my thumb gently over her cheek. She leans into my palm and smiles.

I lean in and softly brush my lips with hers. She parts her lips and slowly kisses me back. I can still feel her rapid breaths against my chest as she wraps an arm around my hip and pulls me closer.

Being with her is so much more than I ever imagined. After all this time of thinking about her and feeling this pull between us that I couldn’t explain, it’s overwhelming to finally be here with her now. My emotions are in overdrive, and I’m not sure if I can control them anymore.

She’s somehow managed to take my heart and heal it from the inside out. She’s helped me see things I’ve been blind to for far too long. I never thought I’d get this feeling back.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I know she was in my arms when we both started drifting off. But now I’m waking up to an empty bed, and I worry she’s off somewhere freaking out about what happened between us.

The entire apartment is dark, and I realize it’s because it’s dark outside. I internally start freaking out searching for my phone and clothes when I remember my mom is keeping Natalia overnight. She is off from school tomorrow, and my mom wanted to take her clothes shopping in the morning.

I walk out of her room and head down the hallway when I see my boxer shorts and clothes in a pile outside the bathroom. I pull my boxers on and throw the rest back on the floor.

I hear faint music coming from the other room, so I quietly walk to the door and peek open. I see Aspen sitting on a stool in front of an easel with just a sheet wrapped loosely around her. She’s holding a paintbrush in one hand as she strokes paint over a canvas. She has a large bright light shining down on the canvas, but the rest of the room is shrouded in darkness.

Music is playing from the iPod next to her, and I can hear her humming in tune with it. I recognize the song—
A Thousand Years
by Christina Perri, and when the song ends and repeats again, I know that it’s meaningful to her.

I look to my right and see another stool near the wall. I quietly grab it and walk back over to her.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles just as I set the stool behind her. I set my legs on each side so she’s sitting in between them. “You’re sitting,” I say more like a question, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“My legs needed to recover a bit.” She bites her lip and arches a brow.

“Oh, well, that I can understand.” I kiss her cheek softly before brushing my lips against hers. “What are you painting?”

“Recreating the tree my sister and I always used to climb.” She turns back and blends in the leaves of the tree. I notice a girl is lying on the grass and another is up in the branches. “We were both competitive. Always challenging each other to see who could go the highest and who could climb the fastest. It was just something we always did.”

“Sounds like it was an important part of your childhood.”

“It was.” She sighs. I feel her body tense against mine, and I wonder if she’s hesitant to say more. “It’s been six years, and I can’t get the image out of my head. I paint it over and over. I’m not sure if it’s to purge the memory or to torture myself for not saving her. The fall broke her neck and she was gone before I could even climb down to her.”

My body shudders at just the image, but the pain in her voice nearly kills me. Not only did she lose someone extremely close to her, but she also witnessed it.

I study the painting harder and realize the blood isn’t where it should be. “Why is the blood down here?” I ask softly, pointing to her sister’s wrist.

“She was a cutter,” she states directly. “It started a couple years before, and I never really understood why. But I always felt the pain when she did it. Something inside me just knew.”

“Did she get help?”

“The first time. After that, Mom and Dad said it was a cry for attention and stopped doing anything about it. Mom thought it was a phase and she’d grow out of it. Dad thought she was trying too hard to stand out, be different since she was constantly in my shadow. It wasn’t until after her death that we saw the cuts on the inside of her thighs. She had a drawer of razors and just piles and piles of paper.”

I lean down and kiss her shoulder. I can see it hurts to relive the events of her sister’s death, but I can’t help but feel proud of how open and honest she is about it.

“What were on the pieces of paper? Notes?”

“Drawings.”

“So she was into art, too?”

“I guess, but I hadn’t known at the time.” Her eyes hooded. “She never showed me anything or mentioned it.” She shrugs, her eyes meeting mine again.

“It might’ve been her way of coping or at least trying to. She probably wasn’t proud of it and hid it,” I offer.

“I feel like I do that. I paint to release the pain of losing her. It’s the only outlet I’ve allowed myself, never really allowing myself to grieve and never accepting the reality until now. It’s burdened me for years.”

“Did your parents ever acknowledge it after her death? Were they supportive of your art growing up?”

Her lips are in a firm line as she shakes her head. “Hardly. Even as a hobby, they thought it was a waste of time.”

“That’s a shame. You have one of the most beautiful styles I’ve ever seen.” I cup her cheek and rub the pad of my thumb over it. “It’s their loss.”

A small smile appears on her lips and I lean in, softly kissing them. It’s sweet and romantic and everything about her is just perfect.

“You’re right.” She smiles and kisses me back.

“Glad to hear you say that.” I grin against her mouth, getting distracted by her full, soft lips. I quickly lean back and swipe a finger across her face, smearing a line of paint on her face.