Temptation (The Hunted Series Book 1)

by Ivy Smoak

  "You're mine," he growled.

  I felt a pang of guilt about Tyler, but the thought quickly disappeared as Professor Hunter thrust himself deep inside me again.

  "Yes! I'm yours!" I moaned.

  The windows were soon completely fogged up besides for my handprint. Professor Hunter continued to guide my hips, going faster and faster.

  "Come for me, Penny." He lifted his hips slightly, pressing his erection into a spot that I didn't even know existed. Oh God! The sensation made my whole body shake.

  "Professor Hunter!" I clenched myself around him as his hot cum shot through me. He pulsed inside of me, again and again.

  I collapsed on top of him. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me.

  Chapter 42

  Sunday

  I reread my speech again and took a deep breath. My stomach was in knots, and not just because of the speech. Professor Hunter had finally opened up to me, and I was the one that was still hiding the truth from him. He probably wouldn't want anything to do with me once he found out I was only 19. And then there was Tyler. How could I have feelings for two men at once? My room felt hot. I put my hair into a ponytail and started to read my speech again.

  "That's quite the hickey, Penny," Melissa said.

  "What?" I ran over to the mirror. "Shit." I tilted my head and looked at the small bruise on my neck. I quickly pulled my hair tie out and let my hair fall over the dark spot.

  "So you hung out with Tyler again last night, huh?"

  I began to blush. "No, last night I was talking to Pro...choo!" I tried to cover up my mistake with a fake sneeze. I added a light cough. There were too many secrets, and too many things to remember. "I must be getting a cold or something. No, last night I was following your advice and talking to James."

  "Penny, you've gone from future cat lady to quite the slut."

  I put my hand over my hickey. "Melissa!"

  "I'm just messing with you. But really, do they both know about each other now? You're allowed to date more than one person at a time, but you should probably be upfront about it. James really must be sexy as hell because Tyler is hot...like really hot."

  I sat back down on my bed. "I don't think I know how to date two people at once. And I don't think I want to. What should I do?"

  "Make a pro-con list?" Melissa grabbed a sheet of paper. "Okay, pros for James?"

  "Well, he really is sexy. And he's sweet. He's also very mature. And I have so much fun when I'm with him. He's so spontaneous."

  "Penny, you're forgetting that James is loaded. Money is definitely a pro, even if you don't think so."

  I winced. "That's really not important to me.

  Melissa rolled her eyes. "Too late, it's on the list. Now Tyler."

  "Tyler is really sweet too and sexy. But he's also a great friend. He's thoughtful and he's definitely patient. He's a really nice guy."

  "Okay, cons for James?"

  "James can be pretty controlling." Or is that a pro? I felt myself blushing. "He kind of has a bad temper and he is quite a bit older. He can be pretty mysterious at times too." And he's my professor, I have to keep our relationship a secret, and I have to lie constantly.

  "Isn't him being mysterious a good thing? I feel like that probably makes him even sexier."

  I shrugged. "I don't like that he's held things back from me." But he just told me his secrets. We're in a good place.

  "Cons for Tyler?"

  "Well, he's graduating soon. So I don't really know what his plans are after school."

  "And?"

  "I don't know. Tyler is really nice. There aren't any other cons I can think of."

  Melissa held up the list. "James definitely has more cons than Tyler."

  I bit my lip. Of course James had more cons than Tyler.

  "Well I think you know how you feel now."

  "What?"

  "Penny, you look like you're in pain."

  I shook my head. "No, it's just...all those different points aren't even with each other. Some things are more important than others."

  Melissa put the paper down. "I think I know what this is about. It's the sex, isn't it?"

  "No!" I bit my lip again. "I don't know. It's just that James...he makes me feel...ugh," I put my face in my hands.

  "Okay, so the sex is amazing. And what about Tyler?"

  "We haven't done that."

  "You're joking."

  "No."

  "So maybe that's your answer. You need to have sex with Tyler and then you can properly decide."

  "I can't do that to James."

  "You were about to on Friday when I walked in on you guys."

  "But that was before I talked to James."

  "Well, the answer seems pretty obvious then. It's James. Clearly it's always been James."

  ***

  I sat at my desk hoping that the speech before mine would never end. Because as soon as it did, I was up. I glanced down at the outfit I had worn to try to impress Professor Hunter. Or is it Tyler? Either way, it was too much. My tank top combined with my pushup bra showed entirely too much cleavage, and my skirt was too tight and too short. I don't know how high the heels were, but they were definitely too high for me to comfortably walk in. Why did I choose this outfit?

  "Penny Taylor," said Professor Hunter.

  Here we go. I grabbed my notes and shakily approached the podium. By some miracle, I didn't break my ankle in my heels.

  I looked out at the class. Tyler was smiling at me. Seeing him gave me a boost of confidence. He looked sexier than ever.

  I glanced down at my paper. My speech sucked. I took a deep breath. I had a better idea. Tyler staring at me with his sexy smile was just the confidence boost I needed. "I could lie about the reason why I chose to major in marketing. I could say it was to get a decent job when I graduate or that someone recommended it to me. But that's not true. I picked it for one reason only. Because sex sells. And everyone loves sex."

  Professor Hunter shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he watched me. I liked seeing him squirm.

  "Using sex in advertising does require some skill, though. The first step is knowing your target audience. In the case of this speech, my audience is Professor Hunter and a class of about 60% guys. So I figure that this would be received favorably." I untucked my tank top and pulled it over my head.

  I paused for a moment to make eye contact with the class. Tyler and the majority of the guys in the class looked excited, Professor Hunter was scribbling something furiously, and a lot of the girls were rolling their eyes.

  "One common pitfall of sex in advertising is that an ad might only target one gender, but really, both guys and girls are probably going to view it, so it's important to cater to both. Can I please have a volunteer?"

  Tyler's hand shot into the air, along with a few other guys in the room.

  "How about the handsome gentleman in the back row. Come up here and give me a hand."

  Professor Hunter looked less than thrilled as Tyler made his way to the front of the class. He was wearing jeans and a polo. He looked sexy as hell.

  "Like I was saying, it's important to cater to both sexes." I grabbed the bottom of Tyler's polo and pulled it over his head. His abs were even more fantastic than I remembered. "Isn't this more appealing, girls?" I asked, and the girls in the audience definitely seemed to agree. Professor Hunter, on the other hand, did not. His eyebrows were lowered more than ever before. I wanted him to know what it felt like to have to share me. And I wanted Tyler's hard cock inside of me. I was aching for him and only him.

  "Another consideration when using sex in advertising is to decide how explicit to make it." I grabbed Tyler's hand and brought it to my lips. I lightly bit the tip of his index finger.

  Tyler gulped.

  I slowly slid his finger in and out of my mouth. There was fire in his eyes. He was going to fuck me harder than I had ever been fucked.

  Professor Hunter cleared his throat. "I think this speech is runni
ng a bit long, Miss Taylor."

  "Length is important. Sometimes, you just need to give your audience exactly what they want." I unbuttoned and unzipped Tyler's pants. He pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor and stepped out of them and his shoes. Despite everyone watching, Tyler had a huge erection. Huge. It was even better than I had imagined. He was completely naked, waiting for me, wanting me. I had never seen anything sexier in my life.

  I turned to the class. All the girls were staring at Tyler. But they couldn't have him. He was all mine.

  "Take your clothes off!" one of the guys in the class yelled.

  I took a deep breath. Are you sure you want to do this, Penny? A quick glance down at Tyler's throbbing cock helped me make up my mind. Yes.

  "Miss Taylor, you shouldn't be doing this," Professor Hunter said, interrupting my train of thought.

  "What, like I shouldn't have googled you?"

  Professor Hunter looked furious. Good.

  "Thanks for the distraction, because that reminds me, distractions are a big problem for advertisers. So, sometimes delayed gratification is not ideal in advertising. You need to nail your point home." I reached back and unhooked my bra. Then I let the straps slide down my arms, revealing my breasts to everyone in the class. I flung it in the direction of Professor Hunter before sliding my skirt and thong down my legs.

  My heart was beating out of my chest. Before today, only two guys had seen me naked. Now an entire class was watching me. No going back now.

  I looked over at Tyler and bit my lip. He got the message. He trailed his hands over my breasts and down the front of me. His finger sunk inside of me.

  "You're so wet baby," he whispered in my ear. "You've been wanting me for so long."

  I dipped my head back, letting him tease me with his experienced hands.

  "That's enough!" Professor Hunter stood up and slammed his fist against the desk.

  "I do appreciate your input, Professor Hunter. In fact, I've learned that audience input is very important for marketing. That's why they have focus groups. So let's have a focus group right now. By a show of hands, who wants Tyler to fuck my brains out?"

  Professor Hunter's hands were balled in fists, and both stayed firmly on his desk. The rest of the class had a different opinion. Every guy in the class raised their hand, and even a few girls did.

  "It looks like you're in the minority, Professor Hunter." I turned to Tyler. His eyes were ablaze. Just the look he was giving me left me wanting. "Fuck me, Tyler." As soon as the words left my mouth, Tyler lifted me in his arms and I wrapped my legs around him.

  "I'll show you what it feels like to have a real man inside of you." He pushed my back against the chalkboard and slammed his thick, hard cock inside of me.

  "Yes!"

  He slid his length in and out of me. "Is this what you want, Penny? Is this what you've wanted this whole time?"

  "Yes, Tyler. I've always wanted you. I've never stopped thinking about you." I grabbed a fistful of his hair and brought his face to mine. I kissed him hard, letting my tongue collide with his. He continued to slam his cock into me, faster and faster.

  I ran my hands down his biceps. His muscles tensed under my fingers.

  "Faster!" I screamed. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted more.

  He pumped faster for a few more seconds and then pulled out.

  "Tyler," I panted. "I need you. Please. God I need you."

  "I know you do." He turned to the class. "Where should I fuck her next?" Tyler asked the other students.

  "At the podium," a few people said in unison.

  "Put your hands on the podium, you little slut," he demanded.

  I walked back over to the podium, and followed Tyler's instructions. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder at him.

  "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to forget anyone else has ever been inside of you. I'm going to claim your pussy. You're going to scream my name in the middle of the night. You're never going to get enough of me."

  "Please," I begged. I ached for him. I wanted his cock to fill me again.

  "Sex does sell. It's the only thing that sells." He grabbed my hips and thrust himself deep inside of me.

  "Yes!" I screamed.

  He went faster and faster.

  "Oh, Tyler!" I couldn't take anymore. Nothing had ever felt this good. The podium screeched forward from the impact of his pounding. The pleasure was so intense.

  "Scream my name louder, baby. Let the whole class know who owns you. I want everyone to know that you're mine."

  "Tyler!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

  Chapter 43

  Monday

  I woke up panting, an intense orgasm washing over me. My body was trembling. What the fuck was that? My sheets were slightly damp from sweat. Had I seriously just orgasmed from a dream? I reached down and felt my wetness. I moaned slightly at my own touch. What the hell is wrong with me? I sat up in my bed.

  It was just a dream, right? Oh my God. I looked at my phone. It was still Monday morning. Speeches didn't start for an hour. My heart was pounding. I took a deep breath and tried to slow my pulse. Melissa had just gotten in my head about having sex with Tyler. That was all. But that dream was so intense. And hot. Maybe I had gotten in my own head about having sex with Tyler. I quickly got out of bed, grabbed my shower caddy, and walked to the bathroom.

  This was ridiculous, I had already made my decision. Melissa was right, it was Professor Hunter and it always had been Professor Hunter. I lathered my hair and rinsed it under the warm water. What, like I shouldn't have googled you? My words from my dream came back to me. I knew what was going on. I had that dream because something was still bothering me about Professor Hunter and my conversation. He thought I was upset because I had looked him up online. What else would I have found out about him if I had searched longer? I quickly finished showering, wrapped my towel around myself, and almost ran back to my room.

  I didn't have much time before class, but I could do some light snooping. I typed "James and Isabella Hunter divorce" into the search bar. The article at the top of the search results was from just a few weeks ago. It was titled, "The Fairytale Couple Calling it Quits?" I sighed with relief. Professor Hunter was telling the truth about getting divorced. But it was an interview with Isabella and I wanted to see her thoughts on what was going on, so I clicked on the article anyway.

  The beginning was about how Professor Hunter had gotten a teaching opportunity that he couldn't pass up. That was a good cover-up for him leaving her. I read some more. I gulped and reread Isabella's quote: "I will be moving to join him soon. He already has a place picked out for us. He's even waiting for me to decorate it. We've really never been happier. Any rumors that you've heard about our split have been completely fabricated."

  Completely fabricated. I swallowed hard. Never been happier. I thought about Professor Hunter's empty apartment. There wasn't even one picture hanging on the wall. He's waiting for her to decorate. And then there was the suitcase in Professor Hunter's office. I had decided it must have been for traveling back and forth to talk to his divorce attorney and sign documents. But had he really been traveling back and forth a lot to see her? He had even done it once during the week and had to cancel class. How could I have been so blind? Would I never learn? I had let him manipulate me again. Why did I have to fall in love with such an asshole?

  Because he's sexy and dangerous. I shook my head. I didn't need danger to be happy. Professor Hunter certainly hadn't made me happy recently. Just sad, upset, frustrated, and guilty. Tyler was a good choice. Tyler would never lie to me. And he wasn't my professor. And he wasn't eight years older. And he certainly wasn't married.

  There wasn't anything left for me to search. I didn't care about what else Professor Hunter was hiding. A wife that he was pretending to divorce was enough. And I was done. Last week had been emotionally draining. Professor Hunter and I were just too different.

  I closed my laptop and opened up my closet.
The roses were turning black and lots of the petals had fallen to the floor. That was it. Our relationship lasted about as long as a dozen roses. I pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and high heeled boots, hooked on my favorite pushup bra and put on a tight black, v-neck shirt. I grabbed a light weight jacket and an infinity scarf. After applying a small amount of foundation, mascara, and eye shadow, I glanced in the mirror. I tilted my head a little and saw the hickey that Professor Hunter had given me. It was like he had branded me. I added a little concealer to the hickey to cover it up. After scrutinizing it in the mirror, I was ready to go.

  I walked to class way faster than usual. My nerves must have made me jittery. I sat down at my desk, crossed my legs, and tapped my foot as I waited for Tyler. Melissa was right. I needed to be honest. Tyler deserved that. I needed to tell him that I was seeing someone else, but that I was going to end things. And that I wanted to be with just him. Tyler was seeing someone else too though. I wasn't sure what his reaction was going to be, but it was a conversation we needed to have.

  Tyler walked into the room with a huge smile on his face. He was wearing jeans and a polo, just like he had in my dream. I shook my head. He wore that most days. That wasn't unusual. Get a grip. When he got to his desk he leaned down and kissed me.

  I hadn't expected that. I hesitantly kissed him back. If Professor Hunter walked in and saw us I'd be mortified. He'd freak out. I told him I wasn't seeing Tyler. Soon my dream returned to me and my heart started beating fast. It felt like we had really had sex right in this room. I felt my face blushing.

  He pulled away. "Good morning, Penny." He sat down in his chair. "You look really pretty today."

  "Thanks, Tyler."

  "You have no idea how many times I've walked into this room and wished I could kiss you like that."

  I smiled. I had really only ever thought about Professor Hunter in this room. Except for my dream where Tyler had fucked me right on the chalkboard. I gulped. Right at the podium where I'd be giving my speech in a few minutes.

  "Hey, are you okay?"