BriarEdge Academy: Second Semester

by Kit Kyndall

  Once more, their mouths met in hungry exploration as their hands wandered over each other. She moved confidently to the zipper and snap of his jeans, undoing them with one hand before hooking her fingers in the waistband of the denim and his briefs underneath to pull them down as far as she could without breaking away from his mouth. They ended up stopping about mid-thigh, and she liked the idea of having him temporarily slowed and at her mercy.

  With a throaty chuckle, she broke the kiss to trail her tongue down his chin and neck before moving to his abdomen. His stomach quivered underneath her tongue as she went over his abs, and his hand grasped the ponytail confining her black locks. He certainly wasn’t trying to stop her though. In fact, he was tugging lightly to get her to go faster, and she considered teasing him, as Kip had done to her in Boston, but she didn’t have the patience either.

  Instead, she sank to her knees as her mouth wrapped around the length of him, working his cock with deep suction as she bobbed her head and cupped the base to cover the gap her mouth couldn’t accommodate. Her other hand rested against his thigh, and she dug her nails in as he moaned against her, riding her face.

  He pushed his cock to the back of her throat, and she dropped her hand from around the base as she accommodated his length with the internal reminder to relax and breathe. Soon, she was taking all of him, and she muttered a protest when he pulled on her hair, forcing her head back as he withdrew a short time later. She gave him a pouty look from where she knelt on the floor. “I wanted to…”

  He shook his head. “I’ve waited too long to be inside you, Candace. That’s where I want to be. Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”

  Her eyes widened at his forceful tone. Jonas was usually so sweet and easygoing, but the strain of waiting must have gotten to him. She hurried to obey his command, not because she was afraid or intimidated, but because she was curious and excited.

  She was on the bed on all fours a moment later, gasping when he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed down so her face was close to the mattress, barely cradled by a pillow. She turned her head at the last moment so she could breathe, finding it a strange, undignified position to have her ass pointed in the air.

  Then he nudged her thighs apart so his mouth could absolutely ravish her pussy, and she didn’t mind so much about the indignity of the position. In fact, she forgot all about it as his tongue worked its way inside her, finding all the places that made her hum with electricity and push back against him.

  She gasped when his tongue focused on her clit, while two of his fingers surged inside her. It was a tight, snug fit, and it took a moment to adjust. She’d barely done so and started pushing back against him when a third finger slipped inside her. She was overly full, and she shouldn’t have enjoyed it, but she couldn’t deny she did. She was on the cusp of coming in no time, and she groaned when he pulled back before he let her. “Meanie.”

  Jonah slapped her butt. “I’m not mean. I want you to come with me.” He was still sounding authoritative.

  That sent a shiver of delight through her, and she stopped complaining as he repositioned himself behind her. She heard him rustling foil and turned her head and lifted it to say, “You don’t have to bother with that if you don’t want to. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”

  Jonas muttered something that sounded like, “Thank fuck,” and then the bare length of his erection pressed into her passage, going more slowly than he had with his fingers. He was big and long, and it took her body a moment to adjust. Her walls clamped tightly around him.

  “That feels fantastic. So tight.” Jonas sound like he was having difficulty speaking, making it hard to tell, but that’s what it sounded like he said.

  She was having trouble focusing on his words due to the pleasure overwhelming her. She understood the gist of them, but she wasn’t one hundred percent certain she could have defined any individual one of them if someone asked her to repeat his sentences at the moment. She was too lost in passion.

  Jonas grasped her hips and started thrusting into her, going slowly at first, but as she pushed back against him eagerly, he increased the pace of his thrusts until he was pulling out and thrusting into her with a slapping sound of skin against skin each time he lunged against her. She hovered on the edge again, straining back and rotating her hips to find release as his cock continued to move in and out of her with forceful determination.

  She stiffened when his finger swirled around her clit, giving her the last stimulus she needed to start her orgasm. She gasped again when two of his fingers surged inside her back passage at the same time as she started to come. It was the perfect moment, since there was so much pleasure she didn’t feel any irritation or pain. To her surprise, his fingers just highlighted her pleasure and increased the intensity of her release.

  She came with what would’ve been a small scream if she hadn’t turned her head and buried it in his pillow at the last second. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of her backside as his cock moved deeply inside her, and then with a hoarse shout of his own, barely stifled, he unleashed inside her, filling her with his cum.

  His fingers were gentle when they disengaged from her pucker, and his cock slid out carefully. Candace was still ravaged by the aftermath, so she collapsed against the bed as he got up and left the room. She heard the door open, but she couldn’t find the energy to turn her head to see what he was doing.

  The mystery was solved when he returned a moment later with a warm washcloth that he used to clean her so she wouldn’t have to get up. She rolled over at his urging so he could lie down behind her, spooning her with his hand across her stomach.

  “Was that all right?” He sounded uncertain. “I…got a little caught up and carried away. I should’ve asked first before I—”

  She put her hand over his and squeezed. “It’s okay. More than okay. It was actually pretty intense. I liked it.” Her face was red when she made the admission, and there was a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

  He sounded like he was frowning as he squeezed her hand after covering it with his. “It’s nothing to be self-conscious about. It’s a good thing you like that, especially since you have four boyfriends,” he said in a teasing tone. “One is bound to be domineering in bed, at least upon occasion.”

  She shivered as an image of the four of them taking her at once came to her. She and Lex and Dalton had experimented in the home movie theater, but she hadn’t taken both of them inside her at the same time. Well, technically she had if she considered giving Dalton a blowjob the same thing, but to her, it was different. For one thing, it wasn’t nearly as taboo. Rather than be turned off by the idea of making love with all four of her boyfriends at once, she found the thought exciting, and she hoped she’d have a chance to be with all of them.

  Not right now though. This weekend was for Jonas, since he’d waited so patiently for her to return, and even more patiently for her to turn eighteen. She turned in his arms to put hers around him, holding him close. “I missed you.”

  “I missed you too. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I also did some thinking while I was at it.”

  He sounded so serious she stiffened. “Is something wrong?”

  He ran a hand down her hip before squeezing her thigh. “No, not at all. I just thought about my priorities, and what I want. I want to be with you, not just while you’re in school. You do you want that as well?”

  She looked up to meet his gaze. “Of course I do. I want to be with you forever. I can’t imagine my life without you.” She bit her lip. “I feel the same way about Kip, Lex, and Dalton. How are we going to make something long-term last?”

  “We’ll figure it out as we go, but I talked to my dad. We both agreed that we’re going to hire a couple of people so I can train them on what needs to be done on the farm and at BriarEdge. I’ll be leaving at the end of the school year when you do. My plan is to finally go to college, and I can do that wherever you are.”

  She let out a
ragged sigh as relief filled her. “Are you sure?” She wanted that more than anything, but she also knew how important his obligations were to his family.

  He smiled down at her. “Yeah, I’m sure. Taking over was always meant to be temporary, and it just became more permanent than I expected. This is giving me the kick in the rear that I need to sort out my future. I love the roses at BriarEdge, and I don’t even mind all the farm work around here most of the time, but this wasn’t the life I envisioned for myself. My dad understands that, and so does my mom. Neither one of them are upset that I’m ready to move on to something else. I just need to make sure that I have people in place I can trust and train to do what I do now.”

  “Do you have someone in mind?” She felt like she should continue protesting, not wanting him to walk away from everything that was familiar unless it was his decision. He seemed so resolved and determined that was difficult to believe it wasn’t his choice though.

  “I was thinking Gabe, and his brother, Jacob. Driving for Uber doesn’t give Gabe enough to live independently, and there aren’t enough other part-time jobs around town to keep him going. I’m sure he and his brother would appreciate an opportunity to move away from their father, who is an overbearing man, and here to the farm. I plan to talk to him about it this week, but I wanted to let you know my plans first.”

  He held up a hand. “Before you protest again, you should know I’ve already submitted my applications to several universities in New England, trying to hedge my bets. I’m going back to school either way, even if the worst happens, and we break up for some reason.”

  She couldn’t resist putting her hand over his mouth in a superstitious movement. “We aren’t going to do that.”

  His grin was obvious even under her hand, and his first few words were muffled by her fingers before she moved them. “I don’t think we are either. I’m just letting you know this is something I’m doing for me, and it’s not a big sacrifice I’m making for you. I’m not going to resent you for me making this choice, and neither will my folks. Okay?”

  Her eyes watered, and she blinked back tears before snuggling closer to hold him tightly. “Okay. Now I just need to figure out everyone else’s plans, but at least I know you’ll be with me or near me, since I’m thinking of going to school in Boston.”

  “I’m very near you now,” said Jonas in a different tone as he shifted against her. His hardening erection was obvious against her thigh. “What do you think we should do about that?”

  She laughed. “I’m sure we can think of something.”

  Before she left Sunday morning, she was unsurprised when Martha pulled her aside for a short chat in the kitchen. She expected it to be the woman trying to convince her to talk Jonas out of his plan, so it was a surprise when Martha said, “I’m sorry. I haven’t been fair to you.”

  She blinked. “I… What do you mean?”

  Martha sighed. “I looked at you and saw Stasia, and all the other spoiled brats at that academy. I figured you would just toy around with Jonas’s heart and break it, and he’d be risking his position there for no good reason. It’s obvious to me now that he loves you, and you love him. You’ve given him the impetus he needed to go out on his own and follow the dreams he had before Hank’s heart attack. I just wanted to let you know I’m over my prejudices now, and if you make him happy, that’s good enough for me.”

  Candace cleared her throat, feeling an unexpected lump there. She nodded stoically, not able to say much without the risk of crying. “Thank you,” she said in a thick tone.

  Martha nodded, looking away as though embarrassed by her own display of emotions. “I just wanted you to know that before you go back to school. And I packed you some of those brownies you liked so well Saturday night.”

  Her mouth watered immediately as Martha handed her a container of turtle brownies the other woman had made from scratch and served along with homemade vanilla ice cream last night after the dinner of shepherd’s pie. Impulsively, she leaned forward and hugged Martha. “Thank you so much.”

  There was far more to her gratitude than just half-a-dozen brownies, and she was certain Martha understood that. The other woman hugged her briefly before stepping back, and Candace turned as Jonas came in. “Your mom gave me brownies.” She still sounded kind of emotional, which probably explained why he frowned in confusion even as he nodded.

  “Gabe’s coming up the drive.” Jonas sounded as dismayed about that as she felt. These weekends together were nice, but they weren’t enough time, and she couldn’t wait until she could be with him openly for as long as she liked.

  He took her hand and walked her out to the porch, kissing her thoroughly as Gabe’s car stopped. He walked her to the car and opened the door for her so she could slide in. After closing the door and telling her bye, he turned Gabe. “I’d like to talk to you about something. Will you have lunch with me tomorrow at the diner? And bring Jacob?”

  “Sure,” said Gabe. With a nod to Jonas, and a glance at Candace as he asked, “Are you ready?” He put the car in drive and started down the path again at her quick nod.

  She turned to look at Jonas, watching until she couldn’t see him anymore. The weekend had changed things between them, and she was even more in love with him than she’d been before, though that shouldn’t have been possible. Her emotions were just as deep as they had been, but now she had a new kind of connection with him, one she shared with all her lovers, and it deepened and enriched the relationships in a way she couldn’t explain.

  Chapter Three

  Dalton

  Dalton went back on his promise as soon as she was gone for the weekend. He’d conspired with Lex in the dining hall before Candace joined them, and they both agreed they would approach Manion after she left. What Candace didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her, and they both promised to keep each other in check.

  Dalton was hoping Lex could do that, because he was still seriously angry as he followed a discreet distance from Manion that evening. The man was clearly heading to the teachers’ lounge, and he wanted to intercept him before he reached it. Fortunately, he saw Lex coming from the opposite direction, and he sped up as Lex did the same.

  It took Manion a moment to realize he was being followed from both sides, and in for a confrontation within a minute. When he did, he leaned against the wall to put his hands over his face. “Stay back, or I’ll have you both expelled.”

  “You stay away from Candace and any other girl you’re perving on,” said Lex as he pinned Manion’s left shoulder.

  Dalton pinned his right shoulder, drawing back his fist. “If you lay a hand on anyone again, let’s just say it won’t be a friendly warning you get next time.”

  “There’s nothing friendly about this,” said Manion as he glared at both of them. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. The girl lies.”

  Dalton and Lex exchanged a glance. “I saw you with my own eyes,” said Dalton.

  “And I saw you and the little slut sneaking around in the basement. As I said last night, Westerly, you’ll be the one leaving, not me. If you persist with this, I’ll file a complaint against you.”

  “You son of a—” Dalton started to let his fist fly, but a hand intercepted it. He looked at Lex, expecting it to be his friend, but Lex’s hands were both busy holding Manion against the wall. He turned his head slightly and saw Kip, grimacing before he could think better of it. He couldn’t help the surge of jealousy that filled him as he remembered Kip had claimed Candace’s first time while she was in Boston with him.

  Kip’s arm seemed to be shaking under the exertion to hold back Dalton’s, and he realized he was still trying to push against Kip. He forced himself to relax slightly, though he didn’t completely drop his arm. Kip must not have trusted him to abort the punch, because he kept his hand up to block him.

  “What’s the meaning of this?” asked Kip with a frown. “That’s a teacher you’re assaulting, Mr. Westerly.”

  “A disgusting, raping teac
her,” said Dalton with rage in his voice.

  “I don’t know what he’s talking about,” said Manion, though his brow was dotted with perspiration.

  “You lying piece of shit.” Dalton’s arm trembled as he forced himself not to put more pressure so he could try to push past Kip and punch him. “I caught him assaulting Candace last night.”

  Kip stiffened, and his hand slowly dropped to his side. “You did what?”

  “He almost raped her,” said Lex.

  “This is ridiculous. I don’t have to stand here and listen to this.” Manion tried to pull away from Lex and Dalton, who both still held him pinned to the wall. “Help me, Kip.”

  Kip looked disgusted. “Why would I help you? You assaulted Cand—a student. I should just leave you to their mercy.”

  “I don’t have any,” said Dalton in a threatening way.

  Manion paled and swayed. “You’ll lose your job if you let this happen, Professor Stuart.”

  “It might be worth it to see you get what you deserve. Of course, I don’t see anything. I see nothing at all, especially since Dalton and Lex are both in my office right now going over preparations for the midterm next week.

  Manion quickly realized what Kip meant, and Dalton could see the flare of fear in his eyes. He was almost surprised the teacher didn’t piss himself.

  “You can’t do that.”

  “I can, and I will. I take it you two were warning him off?” asked Kip as he looked at Dalton and then Lex. When they nodded, he said, “I’ll throw in with them. If I ever hear any rumors linking you to any of our students again, not only will I turn a blind eye when they beat you, I’ll help them. I don’t know what kind of sick fuck you are, but keep it to yourself.” Kip jabbed him in the chest for emphasis.

  When Manion winced, Dalton grinned with delight.

  “Okay, step back, guys.” Kip crossed his arms over his chest, clearly meaning business. “I can’t let you actually hit him…yet.”