by Logan Chance
I lift her shirt and grab at her tits with my free hand. Her nipples pebble, and I clench my teeth.
The moment my orgasm takes over my body, I slam my eyes shut. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come all over you.”
“Do it,” she pleads.
Scooting up higher, so my cock is positioned right above her tits, I gaze into her eyes. She bites her lip and it’s my undoing. My orgasm shoots through me, and I release myself all over her round tits. She moans, her hands smearing it over her nipples. So fucking hot.
As soon as my orgasm fades, Marley smiles and I turn my head away. I can’t look at her sweet smile.
“Fuck,” I murmur, the guilt hitting me with a force so fierce I can’t hide from it any longer.
Tucking myself back into my pants, I get off the bed and walk out of the bedroom.
“Houston?” Marley calls out, trailing behind me.
As I move from her living room toward the front door, she grabs my arm. “Will you talk to me?” she pleads. “What was this?”
“This was a huge mistake,” I say, slamming the door behind me.
Chapter 13
Marley
Delirium-noun-wild excitement or ecstasy.
What the fuck just happened? I plop down on the couch, letting out a sigh, and run my hands into my hair. This man has serious issues. You don’t have to be a board-certified psychologist to figure that out. One minute he’s making me come, the next he’s slamming the door in my face. Actually, I may be the one with the issues. I’m letting it happen.
Well, no more. This push and pull with him has gone on long enough. So, I decide to do what I should’ve done when he got here—I’m going to confront him. I dress quickly in yoga pants and a hoodie, throw on some sneakers and head out. When I reach the street, I find his address in the directory on my phone. Oh. Well this won’t take long, he’s right next door in the building next to mine. I cross the marble tiled lobby in his building and take the elevator to the second floor. When the doors slide open, I grip the handrail and let them close. And ride back down. I didn’t say this would be easy to confront him. At least I’m making an effort, trying to be an adult about this. Which is more than I can say for him. The elevator doors open, and I close them and ride back up. Fuck. I ride back down. Maybe I’ll be an adult tomorrow. When the doors swoosh open, Houston stands before me.
“What are you doing, Marley?” he asks, holding back a grin.
“What are you doing in the lobby and not in your apartment?”
He holds up a bunch of white envelopes. “Checking my mail. Now what are you doing, Marley?”
All my courage evaporates when I step out. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ve been watching you ride up and down the elevator for the last five minutes.” And then it happens. I get a full smile, and it’s dazzling.
“You just used five muscles,” I whisper. “I didn’t think yours worked fully.”
And then something else happens. He laughs. Well, more of a chuckle, but the transformation is stunning. I’ve never heard him laugh before. What is going on in that gorgeous head of his that keeps him closed off?
Thinking back to our trip to Chicago, I remember his bad dream and the terrified look in his eyes. What demons is he hiding underneath his cold exterior?
“They’re only rusty,” he says. “Why are you riding my elevator, Marley?” His voice lowers, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
And then I give the most honest answer I can, “Not physically.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He looks up at the ceiling, briefly closing his eyes, then back at me. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you. I was drinking and…”
“Stop,” I cut him off. “No more excuses, ok? You need to tell me what you want from me, because this back and forth is getting on my last nerve.”
He pushes the elevator button and ushers me inside when the doors open. “Let’s go to my apartment and talk in private.”
“Ok, but just so you know,” I tell him on the short ride, “I’m not letting you escape this time.”
The doors open. “Noted,” he says, leading me down the hallway to his apartment.
When he lets me inside, I’m not surprised by what I see. His apartment is sterile, no warm decor or pictures lining the walls. It’s large and airy and spotless.
He gestures to the leather sofa, dropping his mail in a square white box on the counter, and I shake my head. “Listen, I’m not sure what’s going on between us,” I pause, “but you said it was a mistake. And I didn’t like being referred to as a mistake.”
He scrubs his hand across his jaw. Obviously, I’m making him uncomfortable with my directness but too bad. “Marley, I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m not a conventional man, I can’t give you the things you want.”
My eyes narrow on him. “And what is it you think I want?”
“I don’t know. Dates? Girly stuff?” He shakes his head. “I’m your fucking professor, Marley. I can’t do those things with you.”
“I know.” I look down at the oak floor and then back up to him. “I never said I wanted those things.”
“Eventually you’re going to want them.” His teeth rake across his bottom lip. “Somehow you’ve infiltrated my head.” He steps a little closer. “You drive me fucking insane with lust, but I can’t offer you more than sex.”
Lust. I’m in like. He’s in lust. The middle ground there is heartbreak. “You mean like nostrings?” My stomach flips. I’m so not a nostrings type of girl. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Every sexual relationship I’ve had had enough strings to make a rope. He’s right, I will want more eventually. That’s how most girls work, unable to separate the act of fucking with making love. And then my brain does that funny thing where it scrambles to make this work anyways. It finds all the denial tools it can, grasping onto his offer.
Well this would work, because I really don’t have time for anything more.
Maybe it’s time to grow up and stop equating sex with love.
Those spanks destress me.
He’s hot.
He’s one of the smartest men in his field, and that’s sexy.
His laugh was magical.
Silence fills the room as we stare at each other. I turn to leave and give him my answer before I walk out, “I’ll think about it.”
The next morning, I do the unthinkable. I skip classes and head off down the busy streets of Murray Hill. I haven’t ventured out much since I’ve moved here, and the nice weather makes me want to explore. Just being out in the city is exciting.
A bookstore catches my eye, and I cross the street to head inside. The door jingles as I step over the threshold, and the smell of new books tickles my nose.
“Hello, dear,” the older gray-haired store clerk says. Her smile is bright and infectious, and it makes me feel not so alone.
“Hi,” I respond as I spot the romance section.
Wow, so many abs. Rectus abdominus in anatomy terms. See, this is like being in class.
One book catches my interest, and I pull it from the shelves. A young woman and older man with his shirt open, his abdominal muscles on full display. He even has a nice set of obliques. Total learning experience. Looking at him, my mind goes immediately to Houston. He’s a few years older than me, ok maybe quite a few. Thirty-two to my twenty-four. I read the blurb…
I thought I could tame him. I was wrong.
Like the mountain he lives on, he’s wild and untamed. When he kidnaps me, I’ll do whatever it takes to escape.
One touch of her body and I had to have her. She can’t escape me. She’s mine.
Oh my. I think back to Houston’s hands on my body. Do I want to keep letting him touch me?
I really do. But, I like strings. They make me feel connected. And, I like Houston. A part of me wants to picture a normal relationship with him. The part that grew up believing in fairy tales. The part that wants more.
But, he says he’s incapable
of it. So, do I do it? I laugh a little as I glance at the cover of the book once more. I think I’m already too far in. At this point if Houston wants nostrings, then I will give him anything he wants. I just hope my heart can handle the repercussions.
After purchasing Kidnapped By The Mountain Man, I leave the shop and wander the city well into the evening. My mind careens over my life. Am I happy with the way things are going? For the most part I am. I’m in one of the biggest cities in the world, achieving my goals, and trying my hardest not to fall for one of the most complicated men I’ve ever known.
Chapter 14
Houston
March 21st
The more I’m around Marley the better I feel. I can’t offer her the world, but I can offer her a piece of my world.
My feet move to her apartment of their own volition. Not even remembering the walk over, I stand on her doorstep. She wasn’t in class today, and I didn’t like the thought she might not be back.
She opens the door and takes my breath away. “What are you doing here?” she asks.
“I’m here to help you decide.”
“Ok,” she whispers. “I’ve decided. Yes.”
“Marley, are you sure?” I need her to be positive.
She nods as her tongue swipes at her bottom lip. She doesn’t realize how seductive the action is. How it makes me want to suck her lip into my mouth.
I hoist her up into my arms, her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, and I storm down the hallway. Flinging the door open, and then doing the same to Marley on the bed, I brace myself above her. Her legs spread for me to fit perfectly between and I shoot a low grin at her.
“Houston? Should we be…”
Placing my finger on her lips, I quiet her before she can continue. Her full lips curve into a smile as I lower myself to remove each shoe from her feet with precision and care, then move up to her skirt and slide it down her long legs.
She’s sex and sweetness all rolled up into a nice little package, and I want to take my time to unwrap her.
Once she’s completely naked, I step back and run a hand along my jaw before removing my clothes. She’s breathtaking. Which part of her do I want to touch first? Her lips? Her tits? Her fucking pussy? I want it all, like a stark raving lunatic loose from the confines of his own personal agony within his mind.
I need the release. The bed dips under my weight as I lick a trail up her toned stomach. Her skin is like silk.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I say as I press her tits against my face. I suck along her breasts and then pop one nipple into my hungry mouth, encasing it between my teeth. She cries out, and I lick away the sting. Her hips buck against me, and I sit up, stroking my cock just a bit, and stare down to take her all in.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say as I position my body over her full tits, rubbing the head of my cock between them. Desire fills her eyes and she pushes them together, capturing my cock. Oh fuck. She leans her head forward to lick the tip as I pump between her breasts. My head falls back, my abs clenching from the effort it takes to not come all over her face. When my balls are heavy with need, I reach over and remove a condom from my jeans.
“Houston, please.”
No need to beg, this is for sure happening, and I smile as her eyes watch my dick as I roll the condom along it.
“You want this?” I ask, motioning to my cock in my hands.
Her tongue dashes out along her lower lip, slow, drawn out. So, fucking sexy.
I press the head of my cock against her entrance and catch her doe-eyed expression, blindsided by everything they represent—innocence, beauty, intelligence, and a hint of feistiness I find irresistible. I fumble momentarily, entranced by the emotion in her eyes.
This is just a fuck, nothing more, and I need to remember that. The moment that fact is completely embedded into my brain, I slam inside her as she moans. Fuuuuck. It’s been so long, and she feels so good wrapped around me. Tight. Hot.
“Oh God, Houston,” she cries as I relentlessly pick up momentum. Every thrust becomes more powerful than the last. She clings to me as I plunge deep into her pussy. If I could only fuck her hard enough, rough enough, maybe for one goddamn minute I could forget the past.
I fist my hand into her chestnut hair.
My rhythm picks up, my speed unmasked. I feel like a fucking beast on fire. She bucks beneath me as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. God, she tastes like cherries and cream. Thoughts of her being my student enter my mind, but the demons deep within chase them away immediately.
“Damn, you’re so tight.”
“Houston, I’m going to come.”
“That’s right, baby. Come on my cock.”
My own orgasm isn’t far away, and I want to hold off a bit longer. I don’t ever want to stop fucking this girl. Visions of her, tempting and teasing me every day in class, fire off in my mind as I slam inside her, nice and deep.
Her body trembles as the first signs of her orgasm shakes her. Through hooded eyes, I lean back a bit to catch the curve of her lip as she moans. Her back arches off the bed, and her nails dig so deep into my back, I know she left marks.
“Fuck, yeah.” I need it, my own personal vice to take away the pain of the past two years.
“Houston, Oh God,” she wails, her eyes squeezing tight.
“That’s right, baby, come all over me.”
The moment her tight little pussy clamps down around me, my own release shoots from me. I can’t control it. Can’t contain it any longer. Her orgasm causes my own to explode from me.
When we both crash down together, we lie in bed. She wraps her arms around me, and my mind fills with the darkness that resides there.
She hums a little sigh of satisfaction, and I try to relax. I kiss her head and then roll away to clean up.
When I enter back into the bedroom, she’s fast asleep. I watch her for a long while, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Leaning against the doorframe, I cross my arms and wish I could give her what she deserves.
A happy life. A man who can make her happy. That’s not me.
Chapter 15
Marley
Heuristic-adj-enabling a person to discover or learn something for themselves.
The empty spot in my bed doesn’t surprise me when I wake up and stretch my sore body. This is what no strings means. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that Houston and I would have sex. Alright, maybe in my wildest dreams, but nothing I thought would actually happen. It was by far the most amazing sex I ever had. The way my body reacted to his touch, needy and greedy. The way he moved with such practice and knowledge. It was clear not only did he know what he was doing, but what he wanted. And he wanted me. And damn, it was fucking hot.
After we had sex, my body felt more relaxed than I could remember, and I fell asleep. I don’t know how long Houston stayed, but with school this morning, I’m not shocked to see him missing.
School. I jolt up, in a panic. “Oh fuck,” I whisper to myself. With everything that happened last night, I didn’t finish my Anatomy assignment.
After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, and yes, spending a bit more time than normal on my hair and makeup, I decide the truth is best with Houston about why I didn’t finish—I was fucking him. And it’s not like this is an ordinary occurrence with me; I’m very studious.
For the first time, I’m actually excited to get to Houston’s class.
When I arrive at the Anatomy building, I rush into the classroom, hoping I’m the first so I can tell Houston without other ears around why I didn’t get my assignment done. What a relief the classroom is empty when I enter. Houston’s back is to me as he writes on the dry erase board. My nails scraped down that muscular back last night. I’m realizing Houston likes a bit of dark in his sex, and I was a little shocked at how much I like it too.
“Good morning, Houston,” I say with a smile.
He spins around, looking me up and down, before crossing his arms. Not really
the reaction I expected. But, when does he ever give me what I expect.
I close the distance between us. “I wasn’t able to get my assignment done last night, but I’ll have it to you first thing tomorrow.” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Don’t bother, it’s an F.”
Seconds tick by as I let his comment sink in. “What? Obviously, you know why I didn’t get it done, Houston,” I tell him in disbelief.
“Professor Dale,” he reminds me. “I don’t know why you didn’t do it, Miss Murphy, and I honestly don’t give a shit. Take your seat,” he commands before looking down at the papers on his desk.
Screw the fact he’s now my ‘no strings’ lover or that’s he’s sexy or any of that. “I can not get an F,” I state.
He looks up at me, and I see a flash of something in his eyes that disappears quickly. “Are you telling me what grade you get, Miss Murphy?”
We are in the battle of all stares. “I’m telling you, due to unforeseen circumstances, my assignment wasn’t completed. And I can not get an F.”
He nods. “Yes, you’re telling me.” He cocks a brow at me, driving his point home. “You need to understand, you get no special treatment inside this classroom. Why don’t you reword your request before I spank your pretty ass?”
Well he should’ve said that in the first place. “Professor Dale, would you be so kind as to allow me to give you my assignment tomorrow?” He smiles. Sort of. It’s just enough to make my heart slam against the cage holding it back.
“Good girl,” he says. The door opens, and our moment dissipates. “Take your seat.”
After I settle in my seat, my phone vibrates. I fish it out of my bag and read the text.
I think I’ll spank you anyways tonight.
The past few weeks have been exciting and fun. You heard me right, fun. Being with Houston relieves all the stress built from medical school.
During spring break, we spent most nights having wild sex by the moonlight. Now, being back to school, my mind is still on that break mentality.
