Chapter 193: You’re Killing Me

PRIYA’S POV

My legs were still trembling, and my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

Adrian stood right in front of me, his bare chest pressed against mine, his strong arms holding me up so I didn’t slide down the wall.

He slid two fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.

A slow, arrogant smirk was plastered across his face. "So..." he murmured, his voice dripping with wicked satisfaction. "How was that, counselor?"

I took a slow, steadying breath, letting the cool hallway air settle in my lungs.

My body was thoroughly wrecked from what he had just done to me, but my brain was already booting back up.

My competitive streak flared back to life.

I looked straight into his smug face, letting a slow, knowing smile curve my lips.

"A... It was a decent opening argument, Professor," I countered in a raspy and breathless voice. "A little predictable, maybe. But decent."

Adrian’s eyebrows shot up. "Predictable?"

"You had me pinned against drywall with both legs over your shoulders," I pointed out, resting my hands against his warm, defined chest. "It was effective, sure. But you haven’t heard my rebuttal yet."

A dark, dangerous spark lit up in his eyes.

"Is that a fact?" he challenged in a low growl.

"It is," I said.

I reached down, taking his hand, and stepped away from the wall.

My knees wobbled slightly, but I held my ground, leading him out of the narrow hallway and into the master bedroom.

The low flames of the gas fireplace cast flickering golden light across the massive king-sized bed.

The white duvet was turned down, looking soft and inviting, while snow continued to drift silently against the floor-to-ceiling glass in the distance.

I stopped at the edge of the mattress and turned around to face him.

Adrian stepped forward, his arms already reaching out to pull me down into his lap.

But I didn’t let him.

I placed both palms flat against his chest, right over his pounding heartbeat, and pushed firmly backward.

Adrian caught himself on the edge of the bed, dropping down into a seated position.

He looked up at me with an amused glint in his gaze. "What are you doing, Priya?"

"Establishing procedure," I said coolly.

I reached for the leather belt around his waist.

My fingers unbuckled the silver clasp with a quiet clink, sliding the leather free from the loops.

Adrian’s hands moved to my hips, his long fingers gripping my bare skin with possessive warmth. "You’re getting bold, Miss Patel."

"In this room, I set the docket," I whispered, unbuttoning the top of his tailored black trousers.

I slid the zipper down slowly.

Adrian let out a quiet hiss between his teeth as the fabric parted.

I tugged his trousers down his lean, muscular thighs, along with his black boxer briefs, stripping him until the clothes pooled around his ankles.

He kicked them aside onto the plush rug.

Now, he was completely bare before me.

My gaze dropped, and a sudden heat flooded my cheeks.

He was thick, long, and standing rock-hard against his flat stomach, his skin flushed and twitching with desperate anticipation.

A single clear drop of moisture glistened at the broad head, catching the warm light of the fire.

Adrian leaned back slightly, resting his palms behind him on the duvet.

His jaw was clenched tight, watching every flicker of my expression as I stood between his spread knees.

"Well?" he prompted. "Are you going to present your evidence, or are you just going to stare?"

"Don’t rush the witness, Professor," I murmured.

I sank down onto my knees, letting the soft fibers of the runner rug cushion my skin.

Sitting back on my heels between his spread thighs, I was at eye level with him.

I placed both of my hands on the hard muscle of his inner thighs, slowly sliding my palms upward till I grabbed his hard, twitching length.

The skin there was burning hot, the muscle jumping beneath my touch.

I leaned in, letting my warm breath wash over his tip.

Adrian’s stomach muscles locked instantly, his hips shifting forward on instinct. "Priya..." he warned.

I ignored the warning.

I leaned in closer and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the very crown of his shaft.

He tasted salty, musky, and faintly sweet, the pre-cum slick against my lips.

Adrian’s breath hitched sharply. His head tilted back, a low groan vibrating deep in his chest.

I swirled the flat of my tongue around the sensitive ridge of his head, coating him in warm wetness.

Then, looking straight up into his face, I parted my lips and took his cock inside.

Adrian let out a choked sound, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the mattress.

I took the swollen head past my lips, letting my tongue swirl tight against the underside before sliding down an inch, then two.

The heat inside my mouth was intense, and the contrast made him shudder violently.

I wrapped my right hand around his base, stroking upward in time with the bob of my head.

Up and down.

Slow. Agonizingly thorough.

Every time I slid down, my lips pressed tight against his shaft, creating a warm, wet suction that made his breath come in ragged, shallow bursts.

"Fuck, Priya," he muttered, his voice cracking with raw tension. "You’re killing me."

I didn’t stop.

I picked up the pace just a fraction, letting my hand slide all the way down to his base while my mouth took him in deeper.

I hollowed my cheeks, drawing tight suction around the head as I pulled back, only to slide back down again with steady rhythm.

Adrian’s rigid composure was cracking wide open.

His hips were rocking upward off the bed, meeting my mouth with hungry, desperate jerks.

His hands left the mattress and reached down, his fingers burying themselves into the thick curls of my hair.

For a few seconds, he just held on, his chest rising and falling in violent pants as I worked him.

Then, his grip shifted.

His large, warm hands slid down from my hair, cupping both sides of my face. His long fingers braced against my jawline, and his thumbs rested gently against my cheekbones.

"Priya," he rasped. "Look at me."

I tilted my head back just enough to look up without letting his hard length slip from my lips.

His gaze was burning with an intensity so fierce it stole what little breath I had left.

His hair was falling into his forehead, his pupils wide and dilated, completely stripped of the calm, aloof persona he wore in the lecture hall.

"Good girl," he breathed, his thumbs stroking the soft skin of my cheeks.

He didn’t leave the rhythm entirely to me anymore.

Holding my face with firm, possessive gentleness, Adrian began to move his hips.

He tilted my head at just the right angle, guiding the pace with rolling thrusts. He pushed forward, sliding deeper into the warm cavern of my mouth, pressing past the back of my tongue.

I let out a muffled whimper around his thickness, my eyes watering slightly as the sensation stretched me.

Instead of pulling away, I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper, letting him feel just how much of him I could take.

Adrian let out a ragged, guttural moan that echoed off the high ceiling.

"Right there," he groaned, his hips rolling forward with steady strokes. "God, you feel incredible. So warm... so tight..."

His hands kept my face steady, never rough, but completely in control.

He slid in and out of my mouth, holding my gaze the entire time.

Seeing the sheer, unbridled pleasure etched across his handsome features sent a jolt of liquid heat straight down between my own thighs.

The visiting professor who never lost an argument, who dominated every courtroom and seminar room he ever walked into, was completely undone in my hands.

His thrusts became faster, less patient.

His hips snapped forward with sharper, more desperate intent, his breath turning into harsh, ragged gasps.

"Priya... I can’t hold out much longer," he panted, his thumbs pressing tight against my cheeks. "I’m going to cum."

I reached down with both hands, gripped the backs of his muscular thighs, and pulled him closer into my mouth. I tightened my lips around his shaft, swirling my tongue relentlessly around the sensitive underside of his head.

That was his breaking point.

Adrian let out a deep, broken cry, his back arching off the mattress as his control snapped into a million pieces.

His hips drove forward one last, deep time, burying himself to the hilt.

A hot, pulsing wave of release erupted against the back of my tongue.

Adrian shuddered violently from head to toe, his fingers digging into my hair, his entire body locking up in the grip of a devastating climax.

He came into my mouth, wave after wave of thick, hot heat, groaning my name like a prayer against the quiet room. "Priya... fuck... Priya..."

I didn’t pull away.

I swallowed every drop of his release, keeping my mouth sealed around him, gently soothing the oversensitive skin with slow, gentle laps of my tongue until his trembling finally began to slow.

Adrian slumped back onto the pillows, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon.

Sweat coated his brow and collarbones, gleaming in the firelight.

For nearly a full minute, neither of us said a word.

The only sound in the suite was his ragged, uneven breathing and the quiet pop of the gas fire.

Slowly, I released him, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. Sitting back on my heels on the rug, I looked up at him with a slow, smug grin.

Adrian cracked one eye open, looking down at me through long lashes. He let out a weak, raspy laugh, shaking his head in total disbelief.

"You’re lethal," he murmured in a completely wrecked voice. "You know that, right?"

"Case closed, Professor," I replied, my eyes gleaming with triumph.

Before I could say another word, Adrian reached down.

His strong arms hooked under my armpits, and with one swift, effortless tug, he lifted me straight off the rug and pulled me onto the bed with him.

I landed with a soft gasp on the mattress, right beside him.

Adrian rolled over immediately, throwing one muscular leg over mine and wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against his warm, sweat-dampened chest.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a long, ragged exhale against my skin.

"You completely dismantled me," he whispered into my hair.

I let out a soft, breathless laugh against his collarbone, my fingers lightly tracing the hard angle of his jaw until he looked at me.

A slow, wicked smile curved my lips. "Does that mean the defense rests, Professor?"

A dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of Adrian’s mouth. His hand tightened on my bare hip, pulling me flush against his already-hardening cock.

"Not a chance in hell, counselor."