With my fingers in his short hair, I call his name from the top of my lungs while my body shatters into a million pieces. Instead of slowing down, he eats my pussy with more gusto, frying every nerve in my body.
When I collapse back on the bed, I’m as light as a feather. It’s only when I feel the mattress dip on my side that I peel my eyes open. Alistair is lying next to me with his head propped on his fist while his free hand makes lazy circles over my belly.
“Hi.” I smile.
His lips curl in a crooked grin. “Hi.”
I roll onto my side and touch his cheek. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
He kisses my open palm before replying, “I’m here, Goldi.”
Pulling my hand free, I run my fingers down his torso until I find the edge of his pants. The fabric is taut, stretched to accommodate his bulging erection. “I think someone wants to come out and play.”
I make quick work of the button and fly, making Alistair hiss in the process. When I curl my fingers around his shaft, he cups the back of my head and pulls me closer for a long, hard kiss. Loving the feel of his cock in my hand, I match the tempo of our tongues with my pumping motion. Alistair growls right before he rolls on top of me, forcing me to stop my fun.
“Hey! I wasn’t done.”
“Goldi, as much as I love your hand, I need to be inside your sweet pussy.”
He thrusts his hips forward, and the tip of his cock teases my entrance. But he won’t slide all the way in, driving me insane.
He does it again, penetrating a little farther but still not buried deep inside like I want—no, need him to be.
“Alistair, what are you doing?”
“Fuck. You feel so good, Goldi. But we need a condom.”
“There are some in my nightstand drawer.”
He’s gone in a flash.
As he stands next to my bed to look for protection, I take my time to stare at him. My heart is so full it feels like it’s going to explode. He got rid of his pants and boxers, but his button-down shirt is still blocking the wonderful view of his abs.
I throw a pillow in his direction.
“You’re taking too long.”
His eyes narrow to slits, turning predatory in an instant. With the foil packet now in his hand, he rips the packaging and rolls the condom over his rock-hard erection without taking his eyes off me.
“You need to strip too.” I point at his shirt.
I’ve never seen a guy get rid of clothing so fast. He only released the first two buttons before grabbing the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. He’s between my legs in the next second, caging me in with his strong arms.
“You have no idea how many times I dreamed about you, Goldi.”
He silences my reply with a kiss, and then he’s inside me, filling me completely. I raise my knees to welcome the fullness of him better.
Mamma mia. I had forgotten how good Alistair’s cock feels.
We don’t stop kissing as he hammers into me, going deeper and deeper. He kisses me like he fucks me, with feverish passion. I’m transported back to our dreamlike weekend in Tuscany, and it feels as if no time has passed.
I moan against his lips as the pressure builds below. His movements become faster, harder until everything ceases to exist and I’m flying through another earth-shattering orgasm. He lets go of my lips to hide his face in the crook of my neck, grunting as he’s consumed by his own pleasure.
Minutes go by before I return to my body and become aware of my surroundings once more. Alistair rolls off me, but he keeps me tucked tight in his arms. Resting my head against his chest, I close my eyes and savor the moment.
“Can we just stay in this room forever and never leave?” I ask.
“I’m okay with that.” He chuckles.
We don’t speak for a moment. Eventually, the post-orgasm bliss ebbs away, allowing my annoying brain to interfere. Alistair didn’t confess his feelings for me. He said he needed me, but that’s not the same as loving someone. Was I an idiot for blurting out the truth like that? What if he thinks I’m a needy girl?
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
“You got tense suddenly. Don’t tell me it’s nothing, Goldi.”
I sigh loudly. “Fine. I started to think about the practical side of things.”
“I don’t want to give you up. But I can’t resign in the middle of the semester. That wouldn’t be fair to my students or the school.”
“I don’t want you to resign on my account. You’re a good teacher, Alistair.”
“On the other hand, I can’t not have you, Chiara. I tried to stay away from you, and it almost drove me insane.”
I pull back, leaning on my elbows so I can look at his face. “We could keep seeing each other in secret.”
He furrows his eyebrows. “I hate to put you in that position. You’re not a dirty affair I should have to hide.”
“I know, but unfortunately, while you’re my teacher, I am a dirty secret.” I grin slyly. “We’ll be like Romeo and Juliet.”
“Goldi, their love story ended tragically.”
I kiss his nose. “But ours won’t. Now, I’m hungry. Do you want to eat something?”
Alistair looks at his watch. “I should get going. It’s already six. The longer I stay, the harder it will be to leave your apartment without anyone seeing me.”
It’s hard to keep the disappointment from showing on my face. With a tight smile, I say, “Okay. I guess I’ll see you in class, Mr. Walsh.”
His eyes narrow, turning smoldering in a second. “You have no idea how hard it will be to see you in school and pretend you’re nothing but a student.”
His admission turns the butterflies in my stomach wilder than they were already.
“But I thought you were an actor.”
“Sure, but I never claimed to be a good one.”
28
Chiara
My heart is hammering inside my chest as I wait for Alistair to walk into film history class. I feel much better than I did last night. The fever I had must have been triggered by emotional distress. Or maybe Alistair’s dick has healing powers.
I kept my seat at the back of the room to make it easier for both of us. Valerie, the only student in this class I know, hasn’t shown up yet.
My phone pings, announcing a text message. I glance down and fight to keep the goofy smile off my face. It’s from Alistair.
ALISTAIR: I’m about to walk in. I hope you have your game face on.
ME: It depends. What are you wearing?
ALISTAIR: The usual.
ME: Cazzo. That’s going to be a problem.
ALISTAIR: Goldilocks…
ME: It’s okay, I’m all the way in the back. Just don’t look in my direction.
Robbie drops into the chair next to mine while I’m distracted, scaring the crap out of me.
“Shit.”
I fumble my phone and end up dropping it to the floor. Robbie makes a motion to reach for it, but I push him off with a jerky movement.
“I got it.”
“Gee. What’s gotten into you?”
“Too many espressos. What are you doing here?”
“When I heard Mr. Walsh was the substitute teacher for Mrs. Weiland, I had to sign up. Luckily, there was still room.”
Shit. This is not good at all. Hiding my relationship with Alistair will be much harder with Robbie around. He already noticed my interest in him; he’ll be able to put things together in no time if I’m not careful.
“I can’t believe they let you change your schedule after the semester started.”
He gives me a devious smile. “Both my mothers are on the school board. They have sway. Oh, by the way, it’s my mom’s birthday this Saturday—the Brazilian one—and you’re invited to the party. Both are über excited to meet you. I’ll text you the details later.”
I open my mouth to reply, but Alistair’s booming voice announces the beginning of class.
A shiver runs down my spine, and heat pools between my legs. Squirming in my seat, I try and fail miserably to control my reaction to his voice. The vivid image of him naked in my room comes to the forefront of my mind, and a little moan escapes my lips.
“Chiara, are you okay?” Robbie asks.
My cheeks burst into flames. “Yes, I’m fine.”
Fuck. I’d better get my act together.
It turns out I can’t concentrate at all during class, and when Alistair asks me a question, I make a complete fool of myself and answer, “Present,” instead. People laugh. Usually I wouldn’t mind it so much, but I hate that it happened in his class. I sink in my seat, trying to make myself even smaller than I already am.
Why couldn’t he pretend I’m invisible?
Once the two-hour class is finally over, I can’t wait to get the hell out of there. On my way to the door, I avoid looking in Alistair’s direction. But five minutes later, he texts me asking if I can drop by his office. He must have memorized my schedule to know I have study hall after this class.
“I have time before my next class. Do you want to grab a drink at the cafeteria?” Robbie asks.
“Uh, rain check on that? I need to use the restroom.”
“I can wait.”
Come on, Robbie. Why are you being such a pain today?
“It’s a number two situation,” I reply through clenched teeth.
It’s a lie, but my embarrassment is real. My face is hot, meaning it must be redder than a tomato.
Robbie’s eyebrows arch. “Oh. Then go. I’ll catch up with you later.”
I hurry to the restroom and hide inside a stall until I’m alone. Then I apply a damp paper towel to my cheeks to try to get rid of the redness. The few minutes alone with my thoughts only work against me though. My asshole brain starts to conjure up the worst possible scenarios to why Alistair wants to see me. Maybe he changed his mind. After the way I reacted in his class, he probably realized I’m a liability he doesn’t need.
Depressed, I head to his office, trying my best to look innocent. There’s nothing wrong with a student going to see her teacher in his office. I hope my face isn’t showing the mess of emotions that’s making my heart beat faster when I knock on his door.
“Come in,” Alistair says.
He’s not at his desk but standing in front of a bookshelf, looking for something. He turns once I close the door with a soft click.
“You wanted to see me, Mr. Walsh?”
He raises an eyebrow and smirks at me. “Is it terrible that I love when you call me that?”
Okay, he’s definitely not breaking up with me, not with the way his eyes are devouring every inch of my body.
His gaze makes me feel powerful and beautiful, and I’m taken over by recklessness. I don’t know why Alistair wanted to see me, but I do know what I want to do to him now that I’m here.
Looking over my shoulder, I find the door’s dead bolt. Perfect. I lock it before moving closer.
His eyes narrow.
“Hmm, it depends,” I say.
“On what?”
“On whether you’re planning to do something about it.” I stop in front of him, as close as I can get without our bodies actually touching.
I’m teasing, but I don’t expect him to take the bait, not here in his office anyway.
To my surprise, he pushes me against the bookshelf and kisses me with a passion that I’m beginning to realize only Alistair can summon. I’m taken over by lust-induced madness when I maniacally work his fly. He seems to be caught on the same crazy train. His hands find their way under my skirt before he lifts me off the floor. I wrap my legs around his hips, and before I know it, my panties are pushed out of the way and he’s inside me.
Holy shit, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
His mouth devours mine without mercy while his thrusts become more relentless. The bookshelf starts to shake behind me, and a few books fall to the floor. Neither of us cares.
To avoid crying out when the most intense orgasm hits me, I bite his shoulder. Alistair comes soon after amid his muffled grunts of pleasure.
Another minute goes by before I unlatch myself from him. The reality of what we did hits me hard when the evidence of Alistair’s release drips down my legs.
Fuck. We totally forgot a condom.
Clarity returns to his eyes, and guilt sneaks in them as well. “Chiara, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”
I place a finger over his lips. “Shhh. It’s okay. I’m on the pill and one-hundred-percent healthy.”
He touches my face affectionately. “It’s not only that. I didn’t ask you to come here so I could ravish you. I just wanted to ask if you were okay. You spaced out in my class today.”
“That’s only because I was remembering your visit yesterday.”
“Oh.” He sounds genuinely surprised.
Shoving my insecurities aside, I say, “I think we need to talk, don’t you?”
He walks to his desk, returning a second later with a Kleenex in hand. “Yes, we do.”
I make a grab for the tissue, but Alistair drops to his knees and does the job for me. When his hand brushes near my sex, I pry the tissue from his grasp; if he touches the sensitive spot now, I might come again.
“Are we a couple?” I blurt before I lose my nerve.
Alistair smiles as he unfurls from his crouch. “Yes, Goldi. We are.” A wave of relief rushes through my chest until he continues, “But we can’t be out in the open. Not until this semester is over.”
I try to hide my disappointment by looking down. “I know. That means coming to my apartment is probably too risky since a lot of DuBose students live there.”
“Yes, I’d say so.”
“How are we going to see each other, then?”
“You can come to my place if we’re careful.” He rubs my lips with his thumb.
I grin. “Hmm, a covert operation. I like the sound of that.”
“I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I hate seeing other guys coming on to you.”
“Oh, are you referring to Phillip? That was just a silly act. It meant nothing.”
Relief is evident in his expression. He captures my face between his hands and places a soft kiss on my lips. “Good.”
“What about you, Alistair? Who does your heart belong to?” I sound pathetic and desperate asking the question, but I have to know.
There’s only a brief pause before he replies, “It’s yours, Goldilocks. Mangled and bruised, but it’s all yours.”
29
Chiara
After our impromptu hookup in Alistair’s office on Wednesday, we didn’t dare take any more risks. We were both busy during the rest of the week, which meant I didn’t get my booty fix. Friday, I was supposed to go over to his place, but he had to cancel it last minute on account of having dinner with his lawyer. And today, I have Robbie’s mom’s birthday party.
I’m about to order an Uber when Valerie texts me asking if I want a ride.
She arrives thirty minutes later, driving a freaking yellow Ferrari. My jaw is still hanging when I slide into the supple leather seat.
“Nice car.”
“Thanks. It was a gift from my sugar daddy.”
I give her an incredulous look. “What?”
She laughs. “Relax. I’m just kidding. My father gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday. He tries to compensate for missing every important milestone in my life with lavish and expensive gifts.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I haven’t spent that much time with the man to miss him, and I get to reap the benefits of his guilty conscience. It’s a win-win situation for me.”
Hardly. But I keep my opinion to myself.
I grew up around wealth. My family is well-to-do, but here in LA, it’s all about wealth excess. No one in my private school back in Italy drove a Ferrari. Although if they did, they’d flaunt it, unlike Valerie. I couldn’t tell her family came from money by th
e way she acts in school. She’s super laid back and doesn’t flash designer accessories—something I’m guilty of.
When we arrive at Robbie’s house in Beverly Hills, the party is already going at full speed. From outside the gates, we can hear a live band playing a song I don’t recognize but makes my bones want to dance.
“Have you ever met Robbie’s parents?” I ask Valerie.
“Oh yeah. A few times. Monica Santos is the birthday girl. She owns a real estate business that caters to all the A-listers in the city. Tessa Donavan is an executive for a TV network.”
“Talk about power couple.” I eye the small box I got from Cartier, a suggestion from Robbie when I asked. “I hope she likes my gift.”
“Oh, I’m sure.”
I see a few people from school as I follow Valerie deeper into the party. Phillip, Harold, and even Josh are here. We don’t stop to chat until we find the hosts though. Finally, we spot Robbie in the living room, wearing a velvet peacock-blue suit and equally bright pink button-down shirt.
“Chiara! You’re here. Finally.” He engulfs me in a hug.
“Hello to you too, jerkface.” Valerie scowls.
He waves her off. “Pff, you practically live here.” With his arm over my shoulders, he turns me around. “Mom and Mom, this is Chiara Moretti, the new transplant from Italy.”
Two gorgeous women stare at me. One has luscious dark hair that cascades down her back and a deep tan that’s accentuated by her skintight white dress, emphasizing her luscious curves. The second is fair and freckled and has red hair that matches Robbie’s tone. She’s wearing a less revealing dark green dress and seems more reserved than her wife. I can easily guess who is from Brazil, but I don’t want to assume and end up sounding like an ass.
The brunette hugs me enthusiastically. Definitely the Brazilian.
She takes a step back. “Welcome. I’m Monica, and this is my wife, Tessa.”
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