Page 132 of Lured By Shadows

“Is that a demand, or are you asking me?” I barely registered the other students, especially when he slid down into his seat and took me with him.

I gasped audibly but fit right into his lap. The students whispered, but I didn’t care. It was just me and him. “How would you feel about being demanded to do something?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” I nipped at his chin, squirming in my comfortable seat.

“Then I suppose I am asking,” he hummed, squeezing my ass. It was hard enough to make me breathily moan into his ear, my arms wrapping around him.

“Hmm, hard choice.” I rolled my hips as I said "hard" because I felt his shaft grinding into me, thick and insistent through his slacks, pressing against the cleft of my ass like it already knew exactly where it wanted to be. “I guess I could.”

He met my roll with his own movement, sighing as his other hand dug into my thigh, fingers creeping higher until his thumb traced the hem of my skirt. “Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. The ASMR sound mixed with the kinky name sent a physical shiver down my spine. His breath cooled my skin as his voice dropped lower. “Oh, do you enjoy that?”

“No,” I replied quickly, burying my face in his neck so he didn’t see my embarrassment. “It does nothing for me.”

“Have I mentioned I do enjoy when you lie?” He smirked, kissing my forehead, but his hand kept moving, sliding under the hem of my skirt now, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, just shy of where I ached for him.

“Who said I’m lying?” I sat up, puffing my cheeks.

He gave me a side-eye that I quickly scoffed at. “Y’know, at least pretend it’s a little hard to read me!”

The professor walked in, and I quickly tried to scramble out of the comfortable seat, only to be met with Culver holding me there in his lap, his grip firm and unyielding. “Where do you think you’re running off to?”

“To my own seat,” I whisper-yelled, my eyes darting to the front of the room where the professor was pretending she was blind, ignoring us.

“This is your seat.” He slid his hand possessively around my waist, his fingers splayed over my stomach and then lower, pressing me down against him, making me feel every inch of his hardened cock straining against his pants.

I nearly hiccupped at the feeling, sliding myself comfortably back into him, my ass grinding against his length in a slow circle. “I guess this works.”

“What,” he hummed playfully, “do you hate it?”

I paused, thinking on it as tingles littered my skin. The electricity of his body seeped through my clothes, his breath ghosting along my neck, his fingers still hovering dangerously close to where I wanted them most. “…No.”

His hand rose up, petting my hair, then trailing down the curve of my spine like he was memorizing every inch of me. “I also enjoy when you tell the truth.”

“Is there anything you hate?” I curled a brow, my head lying on his chest, my lips brushing his jaw.

Without hesitation, he responded, “Not a single thing when it comes to you.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I kept silent for the remainder of class, but my body had no such restraint. I pressed back against him, grinding slow and subtle, feeling his cock twitch and strain beneath me, the fabric of his pants damp with his arousal. The professor’s droning voice faded to background noise while I focused on the rhythm of our bodies, on the way his fingers tightened on my hip with every shift, on the shallow, controlled breaths he took that told me he was barely holding onto his composure.

I wanted so much more, and I was ready to give in to him. Tonight, I was going to invite myself to his place and give him the green light. I was going to let Culver Scarbrough in, and not just physically. I was going to completely let him in emotionally and mentally. He was going to be a part of my bubble.

By the time class ended, I was trembling, my breath shallow, my core aching and empty. My hand rested in his as we approached my second class of the day. I hummed, feeling the stares on me like the plague. Everyone, and I meant everyone, was curious about me and him. I couldn’t blame them, though. Everyone told me to be wary, and I basically blocked out all of their guidance. Now I was leaning against the man they warned me about, ready to devour him.

And from the way his thumb traced slow circles on my palm, I knew he was ready to let me.

He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. It was a whisper of contact that sent a jolt through me. I dared to ask for more, my mouth opening under his, inviting him in. Culver hummed in approval, a low vibration that I felt in my chest, and yanked me against him, his hand gripping my ass and squeezing it so tightly that the pressure melted me into his body. His tongue swept into my mouth, greedy and demanding, tasting me like I was something he’d been starving for. He took everything I offered, every flick of my tongue, every soft moan that escaped into his mouth, and gave back twice as much, his teeth grazing my lower lip, his hips pressing forward.

My hand clutched his forearm, holding on so tightly that my nails might have left crescents in his skin. I needed something to anchor me because my knees had turned to water, and if he let go, I’d become nothing but a puddle on the floor, undone by the sheer force of his mouth on mine.

I broke away, gasping, my breath ragged and uneven. My core clenched around nothing, soaked and aching, and I had to press my thighs together just to keep from moaning as he groped me in his hand, his fingers digging into the flesh like he was memorizing the shape of me. “Is this your way of asking me to stay?”

But I shook my head and backed away, instantly feeling the hollowness without him creep in. The absence of his scent, his hands… it was like stepping into cold water after being wrapped in fire. “I was just saying goodbye.”

“If that is how you say goodbye, then I really need to see your hello,” he smirked down at me, his eyes dark and gleaming with promise, trailing down my body with a hunger that made my skin prickle with goosebumps.

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to reclaim some composure even as my thighs trembled and my panties clung wetly to my cunt. “I’ll see you after class.” I backed toward the door before spinning to go inside, putting space between us even as every nerve in my body screamed at me to go back.

“And I will be waiting with bated breath,” he replied, his voice low and velvet-dark, wrapping around me like a caress.