by J. L. Beck
“Roll over.” I ordered. She hesitated slightly, but did as she was told. I moved off her a bit to give her room to flip over, as soon as she did, her pussy and ass were in full view.
“What are you going to do to me?” She asked meekly, like she had never been fucked before. Of course a gorgeous girl like herself had to have been fucked one or twice, or maybe even more. I shook my head, jealousy almost getting the best of me.
She’s mine.
“Fuck you. Now grab onto the end of the desk. I don’t mean to be rough, but I want you too badly to be gentle right now.” I had never planned on fucking her here, and most definitely not right now, but it was all too much. I was too worked up, too focused on possessing her sweet as hell body. I needed more, and touching her wasn’t cutting it.
She did nothing but smile, her eyes twinkling, as if she had expected this to take place. Dropping to my knees again, I gave her a full lick from her pussy all the way to her asshole, then I stood without warning, landing a hard slap against her right ass cheek.
“Fuck!” She groaned. A deep chuckle of laughter erupted from my chest. I lifted my hand again, smacking the left ass cheek, her body rising up off the desk as she absorbed the pleasure and pain from the hit.
“Ahhh. Please.” She mumbled, her cheek against the cold desk. I gave her another rough smack, while soothing the other side of her ass. Her pussy dripped with cum as her ass cheeks grew redder with each slap. Joy filled my chest. No, I hadn’t told her she could cum, but she deserved that one, she deserved pleasure for letting me spank her.
“Good girl. Now it’s my turn.” I unbuttoned my dress pants and pulled my cock out all in one motion. I stroked the fucker, knowing he would get to feel her from the inside out.
She looked at me over her shoulder, while one of my hands slipped up her spine and weaved into her hair. She smelt like heaven and hell all mixed in one.
I massaged her scalp for a moment her head falling back against my hand, as I centered myself at her entrance, her slick pussy coating the head of my cock.
“I want you to know there is no going back, Ava. I own you now. My cock owns you, and there will never be another man that touches you here. Do you understand me?” I needed to make sure she knew just how much this meant to me, just how serious I was.
“I want you. I want this.” The cry of pleasure that slipped from her lips as she spoke was my undoing. I wrapped a chunk of her dark hair around my hand pulling her head back gently as I sunk into her all in one fluid motion, my balls smacking against her clit forcibly.
Her pussy was warm and inviting, and my cock fit into her perfectly, her tightness squeezing me like a glove.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I nipped at her earlobe, her pants of pleasure filling my ear as I pulled all the way out of her, only to slam right back in to the hilt a moment later.
“Mr… Callllddddweeeellll….” My name vibrated from her mouth as I upped my pace, slamming in and out of her until I felt nothing but our bodies meshed together. The heat and tightness of her hole, coupled with her body’s reaction to my touch, pushed me over the edge. I could see the finish line ahead, however, I wasn’t that kind of guy.
She needed to cum before I did.
“Cum, Ava. Clench my cock. Own it, baby…” I purred in her ear, while squeezing her one of her tits through her shirt. Next time I had her, we would be completely naked, that way I could worship every single ounce of flesh on her body, marking it as my own.
“Fuck me.” She screamed so loudly I was sure someone was going to hear us. Would it matter if they did? Ava was worth it. This one moment with her was worth whatever trouble came from it.
I upped my pace, slamming into her roughly, until my toes curled, and my body threatened to cum. It was right then that her pussy clenched around me, ripples of pleasure shattering through her sweet body.
“Andrew….” She moaned my name and it was so fucking heart warming. I continued my relentless pace, forcing her orgasm to continue until I exploded deep inside her, my seed filling her hole to the brim.
“Ava. Fucking. Ava.” I muttered, as I came to a standstill, shivers racking my body. I was floating, and my entire body was warm. Light exploded behind my eyes and my balls bunched up, as everything that didn’t matter in the world fell to black.
When I finally came back to reality, Ava was beneath me, her body gleaming in the light. All along I thought it was I that would own, her but it turned out she owned me.
I pulled out of her, adjusting my cock and placing it back in my dress slacks. Then I helped Ava up off the desk, a smile marking both our faces, as pleasure filled our eyes. I helped her adjust her skirt, and smooth out her hair. Then, I placed a kiss against her forehead and hoped like hell that no one had heard us.
“Thank you.” She managed to get out.
“It’s my pleasure, Ava.” I snickered, as she headed towards the door, stopping dead in her tracks a second later.
“Can I have my panties back?” Oh hell, I had forgotten all about them. It dawned on me then that I should give them back to her. Did I want to though? No.
“No can do, sweetheart. I need to have your scent to beat off to later on.” The words came out in a rush before I could stop them. I don’t know why it bothered me for her to know I would be beating off to her scent later, but for some reason it did. I didn’t want to look weak to her.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She turned on her feet, slipping from the auditorium as if she hadn’t been here at all. With her out of sight, coldness sunk into my bones. I had either just made the worst mistake of my life, or I had made the best choice on the planet.
I didn’t know which one it would be yet, but I was satisfied one way or another. For a moment in time, I got to own Ava. My student. My girl.
Chapter Three
Ava
I could still feel his lips on my skin, and his cock claiming me with every single fiber inside of him. Every time I moved, or my thighs rubbed together, I felt him. Carrie had been gone when I finally came out of the auditorium, and thankfully so. I wasn’t sure I could face her after being fucked like a slut. My cheeks blushed red every time a memory of what we had done flickered in my mind.
It was only three days into Christmas break, and I was staying in the dorms because holidays at home were like a category five hurricane barreling down on me. My mother invited everyone and their brother to the house, and expected us all to clean up after each other. It was a lot safer and quieter staying in the dorms where I could be alone, and could manage a breath without being questioned. I loved my family, but I also loved my peace and quiet.
It took everything in me to push past the feelings Professor Caldwell was making me feel. I had never felt so tempted to walk the wrong side of the road before, but doing something like this, sleeping with the teacher for a passing grade, it was more than just about that now. We had crossed a line, one that had been put in place by a higher authority than both of us.
My phone chimed loudly on my nightstand, signaling an incoming text. I plucked it up, and entered my lock code without even taking note of who it was that texted me.
The text read:
BFF (Carrie): Want to meet up for coffee at Starbucks?
I typed out my reply without thought.
Me: Sure. Be there in ten.
I hit send, but my finger hovered over the button after I did for a fraction of a second. I hadn’t heard from Carrie in days, and honestly it wasn’t like her to skip out on me like she did the other day.
Stop being so paranoid, Ava.
It probably wasn’t anything, but then again it could’ve been something big. Something like me and Caldwell having sex. Then again, what kind of friend was I, hiding something so huge from my best friend? Shoving from my bed, I walked over to the closet, pulling out my brown knee high boots, slipping them on my feet gingerly. As soon as my boots were on, I grabbed my jacket from the back of the office chair and slipped it on, leaving the dorm r
oom without another backward glance, and heading down to the campus square, where the Starbucks was.
My feet clattered against the sidewalk, my chest constricting, as my eyes caught on him.
Andrew Caldwell. My professor. My savior. The man that owned a sliver of my heart, all because he had the power to make me feel like no one else ever had.
Anxiety over took me with a vengeance. Could I muster up the courage to enter the same building as him, and look him in the eyes, without a look of lust in mine? Carrie would know right away that something had happened between us, all it would take is one look from either of us. That is, if she didn’t already know.
Growing a pair of woman balls, I walked in a moment later, almost right behind him. His scent leaving a trail that all but said follow me into the darkness, sweetie. I gulped, praying like hell that if I kept my head down he wouldn’t notice me. The aromatic smell of coffee beans overpowered his scent, clearing my thoughts for a moment.
Andrew took a spot in line, while I scoured the room for Carrie. So far everything was going perfectly right.
I sighed in frustration as I continued to look for Carrie. Just as I was about to give up, I heard a bubble of laughter that I knew could belong to only one person; herself. Finally noticing her small form in the corner of the eating area, I slipped through the masses, taking the chair directly across from her.
She was just hanging up the phone as I sat down, her eyes sparkling in the dim lighting, a smile pulling at her lips.
“Sweet baby Jesus. I thought you would never show up. You said ten minute’s and I’m pretty sure it’s been twenty.” I rolled my eyes at her exaggeration. Carrie had a habit of making things seem far worse than what they usually were.
“What’s up? Why did you want to meet down here?” I kept my voice hushed, my eyes shooting over to where Andrew had been standing in line just seconds ago.
Carrie blinked, a shocked expression forming on her face. “Meet here? You mean Starbucks, the place you consider to be your second home?” She pursed her lips in disapproval. “Not all of us are like you, Ava. We can’t all handle sitting in our dorm room all day and night.”
I huffed out a breath. I didn’t come down here to argue, but merely talk, and maybe see if she had heard my moans of pleasure while Professor Caldwell fucked me into sweet submission.
“I don’t want to fight. I haven’t heard from you in like three days, and you ditched me after…” I swallowed. “After business class.” There was a hint of amusement that started to form in her eyes. Did she know?
“Oh I’m sure you were upset with me leaving, you probably let Professor Caldwell have his way with you.” I frowned, trying to skew my expression.
“No, that’s not what happened, Carrie.” I lied, the burn of said lie filling my chest with fire.
“I know. I know.” She laughed, and relief flooded me. “No harm, no foul though. If he gave me the option, I would so drop my panties for him and let him fuck me.” My eyes dashed around the room, until they landed on Andrew’s dark ones, his emotions were hidden under a mask of rugged handsomeness as I took him in.
“Should you really be saying something like that out loud? We are, after all, still on campus property, Carrie.” I whispered under my breath, forcing my eyes from Andrew’s. My heart was beating out of my chest, and sweat formed against my palms. It had been three days, but it felt more like a lifetime. Now, for him to be here, almost within touching distance but not, all at the same time, was maddening.
“It’s no secret, Ava. Every woman on this campus with a pair of ovaries wants the man. He’s sex on a stick, mixed with a manliness that rivals even those on the covers of magazines, and he’s off limits.” She winked. Every word that came out of her mouth made me feel guiltier then I had before. My eyes darted back to Andrew, but this time he refused to meet my stare. Instead it was his eyes on someone else that caused me to rest my hands against the table.
“Ava.” Carrie whisper yelled my name, forcing me to come back to her. I could see the worry in her eyes and knew I either needed to leave, or spill the beans.
“Uhhh…” I gnawed on my bottom lip in worry.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
“I have a bunch of homework to do…” I stuttered, getting up from the table, my hand on a nearby chair the only thing that was holding me up.
“Ava, it’s winter break. Finals are done. What homework do you have?” I could finally hear the worry coming from Carrie, her words were laced with fear. That same fear consumed me right at the moment.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him one last time, my heart plummeting into the cold hard ground beneath my feet.
His head was dipped low with another woman’s, his hand against hers in an intimate way. I felt numb, but more than that, I felt stupid. The woman lifted her eyes to mine, and I looked away. She was beautiful, far more beautiful than me.
“Ava, you’re acting so weird…” I could hear Carrie talking, but I didn’t care. Not about her, or him, or anything for that matter. All I wanted to do, was go back to my dorm room and forget about the fact that I had slept with my professor for a decent grade. All while trying to convince myself that I didn’t crave the touch of his body in and on mine again.
“I’ll… I’ll talk to you later.” I muttered releasing my hold on the chair. My steps were wobbly as I made it out the door, walking hastily back to the dorm room. Snow started to fall, heavy flakes landing in my hair. I stopped for a moment as soon as I made it around the corner, and out of view to any passersby.
“Stupid. You’re stupid, Ava.” I scolded myself, knowing damn well I was to blame for the heartache I was feeling. If only I didn’t need that passing grade. If only I didn’t crave his touch like I did air.
I didn’t just want him. I needed him.
Even when I knew he clearly didn’t need me.
Chapter Four
Andrew
I felt like a complete douchebag for letting Ava think the woman I was meeting with was just another one of my fuck em’ and leave em’ women, instead of who she really was: my sister.
I slammed back the glass of bourbon, letting the burn of the sweet whiskey warm my cold, cold heart. I had broken the one rule I never suspected myself of breaking, the trust between a teacher and a student. If the association ever found out about what happened between Ava and I, losing my job would be the last thing I would need to worry about.
Still, the same part of me that said I needed to make sure this didn’t happen again, was the same part of me begging for more of her. I was a conflicted motherfucker. My bod, and heart craved one thing, while my mind wanted to put a stop to all the temptations Ava stirred inside of me.
My finger lay idly on the keyboard of my laptop. Classes were officially out, which meant nearly everyone was home now, seeing their relatives. I clicked and then clicked again, opening the file that contained information regarding every student I had in my classes. I made an effort to have the email, address, and cell number on file in case I needed to contact them.
I sighed, knowing exactly what it was that I was going to do. I scrolled through all the names stopping once I landed on Ava’s.
Fuck!
I shoved away from my laptop, the back of my office chair slamming into the wall behind me. I grabbed a fist full of my dark hair pulling it in agony as if doing so would give me the answer I needed.
You can’t do this. The rational part of me said. While the irrational part of me said we have to that if we wanted to make it through another day we could only do so by getting a taste of Ava.
I inhaled a deep breath, my eyelids fluttering closed as I tried to grasp onto whatever last shreds of hope I had. There was no way I would be able to see her in that classroom come the new year without the thought of her bared before me on my desk. Looking at her without lustful eyes would be nearly impossible and in a room full of her peers, they would know almost immediately something was going on between us.
One mo
re time.
I whispered to myself. That’s all I needed was one last time, one last kiss. One last thrust. I rolled across the room, grabbing her cell number from the document and pulling out my own phone.
Should I text her, or call? Calling meant business and the chance to hear her voice but texting her gave her a chance to read the message and absorb it. Gritting my teeth I typed the words out that I wanted to send to her.
Me: I need you. I want you. Come see me. 2008 Chess Street.
It was a simple message and one that got straight to the point. She had to know who it was, unless there were others that were interested in her as well. I had to blink away the rage I was feeling. She was fucking mine and I would prove it to any little bastard that tried to steal her from me.
My phone chimed loudly, and my fingers shook as her number appeared across the screen, a response to my text.
I read the message once, and then a second time just for measure, a smirk pulling at my lips.
Ava: Why don’t you call the woman you were with earlier? I’m sure she can take care of you.
Kitten has claws, and I like claws. For some strange reason I liked that was jealous, and territorial of me because it meant the feelings I was feeling were mutual. That it all wasn’t a show in an effort for an A.
Me: Sounds to me like someone is a bit jealous? Don’t make assumptions, Ava. I promise your pussy is the only one my cock or tongue has touched.
I hit send wanting her to get here already. Hell if I had to I would go over to the campus dorms and get her myself.
Ava: We shouldn’t.
That’s all she said. We shouldn’t. What a brave, brave girl she was, telling me no? Of course I fucking knew we shouldn’t. Of course I knew we were breaking every fucking law, and oath I ever took but didn’t she understand that I did it for her. After an entire year of being in my class I had been tempted by the sexy as hell blue eyed temptress. She was like a God damn wet dream wrapped up in a perfect box with a bow on top.
