my professor, my obsession || cillian murphy

chapter twenty six

I hurried home, the chilly night breeze reddening my cheeks as I made my way down the hill, my mind replaying the events of the party over and over again. Embarrassment, fear, and anger churned within me. By the time I reached home, my appetite had vanished, replaced by a queasy feeling in my stomach. Nick. I needed a distraction.

As I locked the door behind me, I made my way to my room and collapsed onto my bed. All I craved was the presence of Cillian—to see his face, to run my fingers through his tousled hair, to hold him close, and to feel his lips against mine. But that was impossible, and the uncertainty of when I would experience those moments again weighed heavily on my mind.

I dialed his number, and almost instantly, he picked up. A satisfied sigh escaped him as he greeted me, his voice adopting that slow, seductive tone that never failed to stir something within me. "Clementine," he said smoothly, the hint of a grin in his voice. "How were your friends?"

"Eh," I shrugged, "not really my friends," I replied, dismissing the thought of them.

"Really? Why's that?" he asked.

"Oh, it doesn't matter," I said, eager to move past the topic.

"Well, good then," he whispered huskily, his words tinged with promise. "Now I've got you all alone."

I couldn't help but giggle. "Yes, you do," I affirmed, a smile spreading across my face. "I'm all yours."

"All mine, huh?" he huffed, his words sending a flurry of butterflies through my entire body. I shifted uneasily, feeling my legs clench together as arousal surged within me.

"Yes," I responded.

"I had a dream about you, you know," he said, his voice dripping with seduction.

"Really?" I asked, eager to hear more. "Describe it to me."

He chuckled softly. "Well then," he began, his tone drawing me in, "you were in your bed, all alone," he described, his words igniting a shiver down my spine, "you were wearing my shirt, nothing else," he continued, his voice lowering to a whisper, "one look at you and I was already all worked up."

I swallowed hard, my breaths becoming increasingly labored with each word he spoke. Desperate to maintain composure, I squeezed my thighs together tightly. "Then what?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I decided to help you out," he divulged. "First, I crawled onto your bed," he said, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind, "you were so confused, but you didn't resist," he murmured, his voice sending a thrill down my spine, "I laid you on your back and held you in place while you gazed up at me," he chuckled softly, "you looked so innocent."

I closed my eyes. "Keep going," I urged him, my voice tinged with desperation.

"I couldn't resist it," he confessed, his words sending a jolt of electricity through me. "I grinded my hips into your body, you were already so wet. I was only wearing my boxers, so it was incredibly easy to slide into you," he continued, his voice filled with desire, "you were just as tight as you are in real life, a perfect fit for me," he whispered, another husky groan escaping his lips. Unable to resist any longer, my hand instinctively ventured down my pants, my body arching in pleasure as I began to touch myself while listening to Cillian's seductive voice. "You smelled like strawberries, tasted so, so sweet," he murmured, his breath shaky with arousal.

"What else?" I asked, my voice trembling with pleasure, abandoning any effort to suppress my moans.

"I told you to relax," he explained, "to let me do all the work," he continued, his breath hitching, "and you obeyed, because you're such a—fuck—such a good girl." His words rushed out, punctuated by a series of moans.

"I am?" I questioned, his words fueling the flames of arousal even further.

"You are," he affirmed. "I buried myself deep inside you, you were a mess," he chuckled softly, "and the sounds that escaped from that pretty little mouth of yours," he groaned, "god, it was like music to my ears."

"Cillian, please, don't stop," I pleaded, savoring every moment. I didn't want this feeling to fade.

"I took my time on you, even when you begged me to go faster," he hissed, his breath growing deeper, "I buried my face in your neck and took in that intoxicating scent of yours while I fucked you nice and slow." A loud groan escaped me, pleasure building to an almost painful intensity. "I held you firmly against me, there was truly no room for you to escape," he murmured. Sweat formed on my brow, my cramping fingers struggling to maintain their rhythm.

"Mmm," I murmured softly, consumed by desire.

"Yes," he muttered, his voice filled with pleasure, "just like that. You sounded just like that."

I bucked my hips up, desperate for even a moment's relief from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me. As Cillian painted the vivid picture of our intimate encounter, I found myself drawn deeper into the sensation, yet knowing that no one, not even myself, could make me feel the way Cillian did. I swear he knew my own body better than I did.

"Cillian," I murmured, my voice barely audible, "don't stop."

"I was hitting all the right spots inside you," he continued, his voice husky with desire. "Can you feel it? Can you feel me inside you, Clementine?"

"Yes," I gasped, nodding frantically, my eyes clenched shut as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. "I feel you, Cillian, I feel you."

"Good girl," his voice, deep and husky, reverberated in the air. "You're all mine, you belong to me," he groaned, "no one else Clementine. Just me."

"Yes," I breathed out, "just you."

He groaned in approval, his breaths becoming more and more ragged. "My hands traveled right down to your thighs, you were still soaked," he chuckled, "you were so easy, Clementine."

"Mmhm," I grumbled, the sound barely escaping my lips.

"How does it feel, sweetheart?" He asked in a breathless whisper, sending me further over the edge.

"It feels..." I gasped, struggling to form words. "It feels..."

I heard him laugh at my pathetic attempts to speak. "Shhh, it's okay," he mumbled, "I remember how close you were, you were just begging me to let you finish. But I kept you in place, not letting you move, despite your futile attempts," he whispered with a chuckle. "You were so responsive, and even after I was finished, I was still hard for you." His words ignited a wildfire within me, and as my eyes popped open, my orgasm surged through my body. A primal moan escaped me as I arched my hips, my panties now drenched with desire.

"I assumed you've finished," he chuckled. I mumbled a quiet yes, trying to breathe properly.

"That sounds like quite the dream," I sighed, a chuckle slipping past my lips. My hand lingered between my legs as I caught my breath, reaching to turn off the speaker before holding the phone back to my ear.

"You have no idea."

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So yeah...More phone sex...