Star Pupil

by Rochelle Paige

  “Two weeks, two months, two years. It doesn’t matter how long, bright eyes. What I feel for you isn’t going away.”

  “I’m not really sure what to say to that,” she sighed. “I don’t have a lot of experience dealing with situations like this.”

  More like no experience, if the report I’d gotten from the private investigator I’d hired was true. The news had made me want to beat my chest in triumph, and hearing her confirm it made me want to roar in victory. Avery was mine. All mine. Every single part of her, from head to toe.

  “As long as you’re good with it, I don’t need a response.” I reached over and grabbed her hand, moving it over to my thigh and holding it there.

  “I’m more than good with it,” she replied, giving my leg a squeeze.

  “Then that makes two of us because I’m fucking thrilled that you don’t have experience dealing with situations like this.”

  I took a hard right turn into the parking lot of the marina where I kept my boat and swerved into the spot in front of my slip. As soon as I threw the car into park, I pressed the button to release Avery’s seat belt and hauled her onto my lap.

  “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m kind of glad your mom is such a bitch. If she wasn’t, who knows how long it would have taken for us to have this conversation.”

  “You’re insane,” she giggled. “You know that, right?”

  “If being crazy for you makes me insane, then so be it,” I growled, lowering my head to capture her lips with mine. My tongue glided across her lips, sweeping inside when they parted. Fuuuck. I’d been wondering what she’d taste like, and now that I knew, I was addicted. “Strawberries and cream.”

  “Lip balm,” she murmured, her breath warm against my mouth.

  I nibbled at her lips, sucking the bottom one into my mouth and making her squirm before I lifted my head. “Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s just you, my sweet Avery Rose.”

  She sighed again, and I would have been content to sit like this, kissing her all afternoon, but I only had a certain amount of time before she had to be back on set.

  “We better get moving if you want to go out on the water.”

  “We don’t have to go out.” She looked through the windshield at my boat with an excitement that was at odds with her response.

  “C’mon,” I told her, opening my door and lifting her off my lap to set her outside.

  I stepped out too, snagging her hand and tugging her along the pier with me. Before we’d left, I’d sent a quick text to the concierge service at the marina, instructing them to make sure the boat was gassed up and ready to go. The covering was stowed away, and all but two of the lines had been undone. I helped her onto the boat and undid the remaining lines, keeping hold of one until I got the boat started and it was safe to toss it back onto the dock.

  “You ready?” I asked her over the roar of the engines.

  “You bet!” she yelled.

  I pulled out of my slip, careful not to go too fast since we were in a no wake zone. But as soon as we were safely away, I opened up the engines, keeping an eye on the water ahead of me but also sneaking glances at the joy on Avery’s face. We raced around for about twenty minutes before I headed towards a cove where I knew we wouldn’t be disturbed.

  “That was so much fun!” Avery exclaimed after I’d dropped anchor. “I’ve never been out on a boat like this before. We have plenty of lakes back home, but they’re too small for bigger boats. It’s mostly jet skis and pontoons.”

  “You aren’t comparing my baby to a pontoon are you?” I teased. “She’s forty-five feet of perfection.”

  “Not at all,” she giggled. “I’m very impressed with your baby.”

  “You haven’t even seen the best part yet.” I opened the door and led her below, heading straight towards the v-berth master cabin.

  “You have a kitchen and a bathroom on your boat?” she gasped.

  “And two cabins. The aft one is for guests, and this is the master.”

  The sheets and pillows on the bed in my cabin matched the ones in the room of her trailer, but I didn’t give her the opportunity to notice. I lifted her up and onto the mattress and climbed onto it until I was braced over her.

  “I don’t want to move faster than you’re comfortable, but I’ve been dying to know what you look like when you come,” I whispered into her ear. Her head dropped against my shoulder and she moaned. “Do you want me to make you come, bright eyes?”

  We didn’t have time for me to fuck her like I craved, even if she’d been ready for that step, which I highly doubted was the case. I slid my hand around her neck, down her chest and palmed the heat of her pussy over her jeans. She mewled in need, but it wasn’t enough of an answer for me.

  “I need to hear you say the words. Tell me you want this.”

  “I do,” she breathed out, widening her legs to give me more space. “Please.”

  My cock wasn’t going to get any relief, but it didn’t matter. I never wanted her to go without anything, not even an orgasm.

  “My sweet, bright-eyed girl,” I said, undoing the button on her jeans and sliding the zipper down. I dipped my fingers inside, feeling how swollen and wet she already was. “Your pussy feels so good.”

  I yanked her pants down her hips and shoved them down to her ankles, taking her panties with them in my determination to get better access to her pussy. I slowly circled her clit with my thumb, and her hips began to move in sync with my hand. She was so damn wet that my fingers were slipping and sliding against her. “I can’t fucking wait to see what you taste like, but first I want to feel how tight your pussy is wrapped around my fingers.”

  I slid a fingertip into her entrance, but that was as far as I could go before it clenched against me. Her hips jerked up, and I slid about half an inch deeper.

  “Griffin,” she moaned.

  “Oh, yeah, you’re going to be so goddamn tight when I shove my dick in you and take your cherry.”

  “Ohmigod,” she breathed out, her pussy getting even tighter and hotter around my finger.

  “You love it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” I breathed into her ear. “Let’s see how much you like it when I do other things with my mouth.”

  I used my free hand to lift her shirt up, exposing her plump and perky tits spilling out of a white lacy bra. Bending low, I blew a warm puff of air over the nipple that was peeking out of the top of one cup before laving it with my tongue.

  “Your tits taste as good as your mouth.”

  She whimpered and dug her nails into my scalp, urging me down further. I kissed down her stomach before lowering myself flat against the mattress. Kicking her jeans and panties off her ankles, I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder until she was spread out for me, a glistening pink feast for my eyes and mouth.

  I sunk a finger back inside her as far as I could get it, bumping against the proof of her innocence. Dipping my head to circle her clit with my tongue, I flicked it a few times before sucking it into my mouth and making her come. Her pussy clamped down on my finger and her cries filled my cabin.

  I savored her sweet taste, her pussy riding my mouth through her orgasm. When her body melted into the mattress, I licked my finger clean, continuing to savor her taste, before I kissed my way back up her body. As I drifted my lips across her cheek, her eyes fluttered open and she flashed me a dreamy smile.

  “Rest, bright eyes. I’ll wake you up when we get back to the marina.”

  Chapter 5

  Avery

  Griffin and I had managed to avoid another confrontation with my mom for a full week. Griffin’s boss’s assistant must have been a magician or something because my mom hadn’t even given me a hassle about the time I spent in my lessons each day. Then again, it wasn’t like she knew what I was actually doing during part of that time, or else she would have done more than hassle me—she would have screamed like a banshee while threatening me with all kinds of punishments if she found out what was happening with Griffin a
nd me.

  She’d always been strict about dating, but she’d turned into a jail warden once a movie producer had expressed interest in me. She watched what I ate, what I drank, how much I exercised and warned me to stay away from boys or else I’d run the risk of ruining my chances to become a star. The only reason she hadn’t jumped down my throat about Griffin was because it had never dawned on her that a man like him would be interested in me—especially since he’d been more than clear about his indifference to her. It had pissed her off enough that she’d made herself scarce every time he was around, lest she be reminded that there was an attractive man in the world who was immune to her charms.

  We’d put her inattention to good use, too. Not that I didn’t get plenty of studying done, Griffin insisted on it. But we celebrated each of my successes with a make-out session. For a girl who’d barely made herself orgasm before, I’d certainly made up for lost time. I’d also quickly become addicted to the feel of his fingers and mouth on me. It was more than enough incentive for me to make sure I aced my classes before graduation.

  “I want to take you out to dinner tonight.” Griffin’s comment drew my attention away from the computer screen where I was finishing a Calculus assignment.

  “Pardon me?”

  “I want to take you to dinner,” he repeated. “A date night. Our first one.”

  My heart melted at his sweetness, but I had to find a way to talk him out of this idea. “You took me to your boat. Wasn’t that a date?”

  “As much fun as I had with you on my boat”—he replied with a wolfish grin—“our first date should be nicer than a spur-of-the-moment ride out that barely lasted an hour.”

  “Can we have dinner catered on your boat?”

  Please, please, please let him love my suggestion.

  “I could.” I was ready to heave a sigh of relief until he continued. “But I want to give you a reason to dress up so I can show you off.”

  He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping up and down my body, and a possessive gleam filled his eyes. “Although, not in anything too revealing or else I might end up killing someone.”

  “I’m just not sure it’s the best idea.”

  His eyes narrowed as he stalked towards me. “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t talking about me killing someone because he looks at you?”

  “You know how much I love spending time with you,” I answered softly. “But if we go out, the odds are good that someone will snap our picture and then it will be splashed all over the internet five seconds later and in the papers by tomorrow morning. You know how it is, Griffin. Your mom has had to deal with it all your life.”

  “I know exactly how it is,” he growled. “And I couldn’t give a fuck. As my woman, I expect you not to give any either. If people want to talk shit about us being together, let them. The two of us are the only ones who matter when it comes to our relationship.”

  “I really wish that was true, but it’s not.”

  He gripped the sides of my face in his palms and tipped it upwards. There was a flash of hurt in his gaze, and it killed me. I never wanted to cause him any pain. “Who the fuck else do you think gets to weigh in on what we do together?”

  “My mom.”

  He looked relieved at my answer, but he didn’t know her the way I did. “Don’t worry about your mother, bright eyes. Leave her to me.”

  “She’s not that easy to handle.” I had to make him understand. It wasn’t as simple as he seemed to think it would be. “You’re my teacher, ten years older than me, and I’m barely legal. If she finds out about us, she’ll try to get you fired. She’ll make a big deal about your position of authority over me, and she’ll push your boss to get you out of here faster than you can blink. If she can’t get you fired, she’ll insist you can’t teach me anymore. There’s no way she’ll let this slide.”

  “Your mom can’t get me fired.” He said it with such certainty, as though he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his job wasn’t in jeopardy because of our relationship.

  “You don’t know that,” I cried out in frustration. “And I don’t want to be the reason you lose something you love so much.”

  “Shit,” he mumbled. “This isn’t the way I wanted to tell you this.”

  “Tell me what?”

  His hands slid from my jawline, around my neck and down my back until he was gripping my hips tightly. “I own the company, Avery. Your mom can’t get me fired because I’m not going to fire myself. She can’t get me removed from this contract, either, because it’s ironclad. She can bitch as much as she wants, but I’m not going anywhere.”

  I jerked back, shocked at his answer, but he held me in place. “You’re not a teacher?”

  “I am, but I’m not. I spent my first couple of years teaching full-time for another company, but the way they ran their business frustrated the hell out of me. I was complaining about it to my mom one day, and she suggested I start my own,” he explained. “It made sense. I already had plenty of connections in the industry, and I used some of the money my mom put in a trust for me to get it off the ground.”

  I thought back to my eighteenth birthday. “Mrs. Stanton told me you rarely teach anymore, which makes sense since you’re probably busy running your company instead. But if that’s the case, how did you end up here with me?”

  He moved backwards, keeping hold of my hips and forcing me to go with him, until he was able to sit down on the couch and then settled me on his lap. “I saw you on set, your first day here.”

  “You did?” I gasped. “I don’t remember meeting you, which is hard to believe because you’re totally unforgettable.”

  “I’m glad you think so, bright eyes.” He flashed me a satisfied smirk that melted my panties a little—okay, a lot. “But I said I saw you, not that I met you.”

  “I don’t understand. If you saw me, but didn’t meet me, what does that have to do with how you ended up here as my teacher three months later?”

  “Because you’re damn unforgettable, too.” I might have let out a tiny sigh at his answer. “As crazy as it sounds, I knew what you were to me right from the start, and I made sure I’d have my chance with you. But I had to wait three long months before your birthday, since there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to keep my hands off you for that long.”

  “So you’re telling me that after seeing me once, you arranged all of this”—I waved my hand between the table which we’d been using as a work station and us—“just so you’d have the chance to date me?”

  “No.”

  Darn it, why was I disappointed when the very idea should have freaked me out?

  “I did it so I could make you mine.”

  Oh, yeah, that was why I wasn’t freaked out. Because Griffin went around saying things that made my panties melt, and then he usually followed it up by removing them and making me scream in ecstasy. Repeatedly.

  “I can’t believe you went to all that trouble just for me.”

  “Don’t you get it yet, Avery? You’re mine, and I’d do just about anything for you.”

  “What about my e-reader? Is it purely a coincidence that you gave Mrs. Stanton two brand new ones right before my birthday or did you plan that too?”

  He shrugged, jostling me in his lap since he still hadn’t let go of my waist. “You didn’t know I existed before your birthday, it would have been weird if I’d given it to you myself.”

  “But I never even thanked you for it, and it was my best birthday present!”

  “No need to get your panties all twisted. You can thank me now.” His thumbs slid under my shirt to stroke my sides.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “I waited three months for your gratitude, bright eyes. I think you can do better than that.”

  “Oh you do, do you?” I breathed out. “And how would I go about doing that?”

  “I’ve got some suggestions if you aren’t sure.”

  The feel of his hardening length under my butt gave me an i
dea of my own. I crawled off his lap, dropping onto my knees in front of him. I was about to complain when he stopped my progress, but then I realized he only wanted to set a pillow on the floor for my knees. I watched, licking my lips, as he unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper. Leaning forward, I slid my hands up his thighs, moving one further up until I stroked his length.

  “Lick the tip,” he instructed.

  I lowered my head and flicked my tongue to lick a drop of pre-come before it dripped to the floor. Then I worked my way down his shaft as far as I could go. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick, twisting it back and forth while I bobbed up and down on his length.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels so damn good.”

  I hummed in satisfaction, making his hips jerk up. I did it again, and his fingers tugged at my hair.

  “You keep that up, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself from coming down your throat.”

  It was a warning, but one I didn’t intend to heed since that was exactly what I wanted. He’d driven me crazy so many times, I wanted to be the one to give that to him this time around. I kept at it, sucking as hard as I could, and my humming turned into moaning as his hips bucked upwards. They lifted once more, his fingers clenched against my scalp, holding me in place, and the sounds of his grunts filled my ears as he jerked inside my mouth, filling it with his come. I gulped it down, amazed I wasn’t choking, and gasped for air when he pulled out after he was done.

  He hauled me off my knees and back onto his lap, burying his head in my shoulder. “You made me feel so damn good.”

  “Good enough that you’ll give me a little more time to figure out how to clue my mom into our relationship without turning this into World War Three?”

  “You’re damn lucky I’m feeling so mellow. It’s the only reason I’ll give you a few more days before we go public.”

  With the trouble my mom caused the next day, I probably would have been better off if we’d just gone out to dinner.