my professor, my obsession || cillian murphy

chapter thirty

Cillian was staying in a small motel not far from my house. Given the unnecessarily high prices of hotels in San Francisco, it made sense for him to opt for this more budget-friendly option. But where he stayed hardly mattered to me; what truly mattered was his presence  at all. I drove him to the motel and accompanied him to his room. Admittedly, it was very shitty.

Cillian glanced around the dimly lit room, taking in its worn-out furnishings and faint musty smell. "Well, at least it's got character," he remarked with a wry smile, trying to lighten the mood. I couldn't help but chuckle at his attempt at humor. Flopping down on the floral-sheeted bed, I let out a tired sigh. "Are you holding up alright?" Cillian asked gently. "I know it's been a lot to handle lately..."

I offered a half-hearted shrug, not wanting to burden him with the weight of my troubles. "I'm managing," I replied. "But right now, I just want to be here with you. David's off with his friends, and my parents...they don't mean anything to me anymore," I said to him. "I'm all yours."

He towered above me, his presence commanding as he gently lifted my chin with his fingertip. "All mine, huh?" he mused, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and desire, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. I nodded eagerly, my heart racing.

A hint of restraint flickered across his features, as if he were struggling to contain himself. Then, with a resigned sigh, he gave in, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. His touch was electrifying as he pulled me close, his lips meeting mine in a fervent, passionate kiss.

He lowered me onto the bed with a deliberate gentleness, his gaze locked with mine as he hovered over me, his eyes smoldering with intensity. "I've thought about this every single day since you left, Clementine," he confessed in a hushed whisper, his words resonating with a depth of longing that mirrored my own.

"Me too," I murmured breathlessly, a shiver coursing through me as his hands traced a path from my torso to my chest, igniting a fiery surge of arousal within me. I arched my back, pressing eagerly against him, the friction of his clothed-hard on against me sending waves of need pulsing through my body. His low groan only fueled my desperation, urging me to seek more.

With a fierce hunger, I surged forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss that bordered on desperation. But as our passion reached a fever pitch, he pulled away, a wry chuckle escaping his lips as he shook his head in amusement. His teasing laughter only added to my frustration.

"Slower," he whispered against my lips, drawing me into another kiss, this time with an agonizingly slow pace that sent shivers down my spine. But despite his plea for restraint, I found myself unable to contain the rising tide of desire within me. Ignoring his caution, I deepened the kiss aggressively.

Once again, he broke away, his breath warm against my skin, "You don't want to rush this, Clementine, do you?" I let out a frustrated groan, my head shaking in silent admission of my impatience. His response was a low hum, dripping with seduction.

With deliberate slowness, he trailed his hands downward, his touch sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through me. My heart raced as he deftly undid the buttons of my jeans, easing them down my legs with effortless grace. A gasp escaped my lips as his fingers traced the outline of my clothed pussy, teasing and tantalizing with each deliberate stroke.

My body arched instinctively, a silent plea for more. I tried to spread my legs, but I couldn't due to the jeans still around my ankles. Frustration mingled with pleasure as he finally slipped his hand beneath my panties, his touch setting my senses ablaze as he explored every curve and contour with maddening precision. Every nerve in my body seemed to ignite as he slipped his fingers inside me, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I struggled to form coherent words, my breath caught in my throat as I tried to vocalize my need for more.

"C-Cillian," I managed to mumble, my voice barely a whisper, "go fa-faster." But instead of complying, he shook his head with that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. His kiss silenced my protests, his lips claiming mine in a possessive dance as he continued to tease and torment me with his deliberate pace.

Just when I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, on the brink of climax, he withdrew his fingers, a laugh escaping his lips at my groan. I squeezed my eyes shut, anger coursing through me as I squeezed my legs together in a feeble attempt to finish myself.

But before I could even begin to gather my wits, his warm tongue replaced his fingers, tracing slow circles against my sensitive flesh. A gasp tore from my lips as pleasure surged through me once more, his skilled tricks driving me to the brink with each stroke. In that moment, I surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, losing myself in the whirlwind of pleasure. My body quivered as his tongue continued its sensual exploration, tracing patterns against my raw flesh. His hands moved up my inner thighs, stroking them slowly, only adding to the sensation. My hands gripped the sheets tightly as I tried to slow my breathing.

With each passing moment, the tension grew tighter, drawing me closer to the edge. And just when I thought I couldn't take another second of the agonizing pleasure, my orgasm crashed over me in a tidal wave of sensation, consuming me in its fiery embrace. I cried out, my voice a symphony of ecstasy as the waves of pleasure pulsed through me, leaving me trembling and spent in their wake.

He gazed up at me with a hunger in his eyes, licking his lips his lips before letting out a soft sound of satisfaction. "You taste divine," he whispered, inching closer to me. My fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he obligingly raised his arms, allowing me to easily slip it off, revealing his lean, well-defined chest. He had a slender frame, not bulked up from hours in the gym but naturally toned. He was simply perfect.

"Your turn," he murmured, assisting me in removing my own shirt. His gaze intensified as he beheld my braless chest, a flicker of desire igniting in his eyes. "No bra, heh," he chuckled to himself before capturing my lips in another kiss. As he drew back, he tenderly nipped at my lower lip, eliciting a tiny bead of blood. With a sensuous sweep of his tongue, he licked it away before licking his own lips again.

"I need you, now," I confessed, unable to contain my desire any longer as I desperately tugged at his pants that were still on.

"As you wish," he breathed, his movements smooth as he undressed with effortless grace. With a sudden urgency, he plunged into me, a moan escaping his lips at the sensation. His firm grip on my hips anchored me in place as he moved with deliberate slowness, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my veins.

Burying his face into the crook of my neck, he shamelessly sucked and nibbled at my skin, igniting a heat within me. My nails raked across his back, leaving faint scratches as I eagerly wrapped my legs around his form.

"Fuck, keep doing that," his voice whispered huskily in my ear. I continued, the sensation eliciting a primal groan from deep within him. "Yes, just like that," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck, punctuated by soft moans. "Perfect."

His lips trailed a slow path down to my collarbone, igniting a trail of fire with each delicate touch. With tender care, he explored every inch of my skin, marking me with small bites that left tingling sensations.

With a surge of intensity, he quickened his pace, driving himself deeper into me with each forceful thrust. His groans mingled with mine as our lips found each other once more. With each frantic movement, his breath grew ragged, matching the rapid beat of my own heart.

"Clementine," he murmured huskily into my ear, his words sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. The sound of my name on his lips only served to push me further towards the edge. As I began to reach my peak, I felt my legs begin to tremble uncontrollably. With a primal cry, I surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, my body convulsing as I finished. In that moment of release, I felt him shudder against me, his own orgasm washing over him. His hands tightened around my hips, holding us both in place as he finished himself inside me.

With one final, breathless gasp, he pulled out of me, collapsing on top of me. He rolled over next to me, his hand coming to rest on my thigh, a soft smile played at the corners of his lips.

"We finally fucked on a bed," he whispered, his voice tinged with satisfaction and playful amusement.

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I love ending chapters with dialogue lmao. It gets pretty old though ik. Anyway, thanks for reading! Can't wait for the next chapter. Probably next week but we'll see! ;)