by I. T. Lucas
Ruth giggled as he lifted her off the chair and seated her on the desk. “That’s better.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her softly.
She melted into him, threading her fingers into his soft, shoulder-length hair and kissing him back for all he was worth.
“Wow, teacher, that was one hell of a kiss,” he said as they parted to take a breath.
He then looked at her hard nipples, their outline clearly visible through the thin fabric of her blouse. “I think the teacher likes me. I think she wants me to kiss her some more.” He thumbed both nipples through her blouse. “Right here.”
As Ruth nodded, he reached for the first button. “May I?”
“Yes, you may.”
Fates, she loved the game they were playing, and she loved Nick for, well, being Nick.
He was playful, considerate, never took anything for granted, and yet he was assertive as well. The combination was hotter than hell and way more arousing than anything she’d read in her raunchy novels or what she saw in that porn movie.
When he was done with all the buttons, Nick parted the two halves of her blouse and pushed the sleeves down her arms.
As she shrugged the rest off, he leaned and planted a kiss in the valley between her breasts. “With such a beautiful teacher, I might never graduate.” He lifted his eyes to hers. “Can I please see more of you?”
Ruth reached behind her and popped the snap of her bra open. “Just because you asked so politely, you have permission to kiss them.”
Nick’s grin was so wide he might as well have won the lottery. With his hands on her back holding her gently, he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until Ruth pushed on his head. He then moved to the other and did the same.
The throbbing between her legs was getting so intense, that she considered reaching down with her hand to relieve the pressure. Instead, she slid forward a little.
With Nick’s hips wedged between her spread thighs, and her skirt bunched up at her waist, all that was between her hot center and Nick’s groin were her panties and his pants. A little further, and she could rub herself against him.
As one of his hands left her back, smoothing over the dip of her waist and then resting for a moment on her tummy, Ruth held her breath.
Was he going to touch her there?
But she was still wearing the skirt, and it was in the way of his hand sliding further down.
Nick leaned away a little and glanced at her crotch, where she was sure there was a big wet spot on her panties.
Could he see it?
If he were an immortal, he could’ve smelled her arousal, but he was only a human, with his limited human senses.
For now.
Reaching with his finger, he touched her over her panties. “You’re so wet for me, baby,” he whispered. “Can I kiss you here too?”
Ruth knew he had never done this before, but neither had she. It seemed like a little too much too soon. It was such an intimate act. She couldn’t imagine herself so vulnerable, so open. Maybe someday she would feel safe enough, but not today.
He saw her hesitation. “Over the panties, that’s all.”
That seemed safe. “Okay,” she breathed.
Dropping to his knees, Nick put his hands on her inner thighs and applied gentle pressure to keep them spread.
Her legs were trembling, but Ruth didn’t know whether it was from the excitement of anticipation or from apprehension.
Surely, a kiss there would feel good. All of Nick’s other kisses had, and this one should be no different.
When he leaned forward, Ruth squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath. Except, she shouldn’t have feared. Nick’s lips feathered over her most sensitive spot with the gentlest of kisses.
“Thank you.” He dropped down to his haunches and looked up at her with so much love in his eyes, that Ruth felt like tearing up.
49
Nick
Nick was drunk on pheromones. That was the only explanation for the sudden lightheadedness. Ruth’s scent was literally intoxicating.
“You’ve slain me, Professor.” He put a hand over his heart. “You’ve enchanted me with your womanly wiles, and now I’m forever your slave.” He was only partially joking. “Do with me as you please.”
Ruth smiled, the momentary tension that had gripped her when he’d suggested kissing her sweet slit all gone. He would gladly spout endless nonsense in exchange for Ruth’s smiles in the nude—partial nudity as it was, but still, it was a fair exchange.
The thing was, it wasn’t really nonsense. She had indeed slain him. And he wanted her to do with him as she pleased. Hopefully, what she wanted was to take him to her bed.
Sliding off the desk, Ruth rearranged her skirt and kneeled in front of him. “I love you.” She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face in the crook of his neck, her naked chest pressed to his. “Take me to bed, Nick.”
Nick, not Nickolas. Did it mean that the game was over?
Abruptly, Nick felt his confidence take a nose dive. It was safer in the game.
Maybe he could keep on playing, and Ruth would follow his lead?
He pushed up with her still in his arms, then tugged on her skirt. “I’ve been dreaming about taking off those tight skirts of yours the entire semester.”
Ruth lifted her arms to his neck. “Then take it down, big boy.”
Good, she was playing along.
The zipper went down smoothly and the skirt dropped to the floor as soon as it was all the way down.
Clad only in a pair of sexy pink panties, Ruth stepped out of the garment.
“Gorgeous, as I knew you’d be.” He bent down and lifted her into his arms. “Let’s find us a bed, shall we?”
Ruth put her head on his chest. “You know where it is.”
“I do.” He stepped out of Sylvia’s old room and into Ruth’s across the hallway.
As he laid her on the bed, she scooted back, propping herself against a stack of pillows. “I want to see you, Nickolas. All of you.”
“Yes, ma'am.” He grinned.
This part Nick would have had a problem with a couple of years back, when he wasn’t as ripped as he was now. But that chubby pale geek was gone. Now he had the toned and tanned body of a surfer and was damn proud of it.
Still, he’d never undressed for a girl before.
Should he go slow? Or should he do it as fast as he could?
If his dick had any say in it, then the faster, the better. His foresight to relieve tension a couple of times earlier in the day meant that the situation wasn’t desperate yet, and he wasn’t going to blow the moment he freed that bad boy. But it was getting there.
Yeah, fast was better.
He kicked off his shoes while unbuttoning his shirt, dropped it to the floor and went for the zipper of his pants. The moment those dropped down, though, so did the two packets of condoms he’d shoved in the back pocket.
Ruth giggled. “You brought two? Wasn't that a little presumptuous?”
Nick collected the packets from the floor, then opened his wallet and pulled out the third. “Three. I didn’t know which size would fit.”
Ruth opened her arms. “Come here, Nicki.”
He put the packets on her nightstand and joined her on the bed.
Chest to chest, skin to skin. He was in heaven. “This is good. I can spend eternity like this.”
“Me too,” she said, then pushed on his chest. “There is no need for condoms. I’m on birth control, you’ve never been with anyone, and the last time I did was years ago. We are both clean.”
That was a relief. One less thing to fumble with.
“Tell me what to do, teacher.”
She smiled. “First, take off my panties.”
He did, slowly sliding them down her long legs, then sat back and ogled her body as he waited for further instructions.
“Now, take off yours.”
Lifting up to a kneeling position, he hooked
his thumbs in the elastic of his boxer briefs and pushed down.
His cock sprung free, and as soon as the boxers were off, he covered it with both hands, pressing it to his belly.
“Don’t cover up. I want to see you. Come, lie next to me.”
When he did, she reached for him. “You are very nicely made, Nickolas. Everywhere.”
He had trouble breathing, let alone talking. This was the first time a hand that wasn’t his was touching his shaft, and it felt amazing.
“You can touch me too. Just be gentle. I’m very sensitive down there.” She parted her legs a little.
“Always.” As if he would ever touch her with anything other than gentleness.
Focusing on her face, he reached with the pad of one finger, feathering it over her folds. She was so wet and so slick and completely bare. Had she waxed for him? Or had she done that laser hair removal thing?
On the one hand, Nick hoped she’d prepared especially for him, but on the other hand, waxing sounded painful. He didn’t want her to do anything that caused her discomfort.
“Is that good?” he asked, although it was pretty obvious Ruth enjoyed his touch. Between the soft moans and the gyrating hips, there was little doubt left.
“Yes. Can you put a finger in me?” Ruth whispered.
She didn’t need to ask twice. Again, he was slow and gentle and watched her face for the slightest grimace.
Focusing his attention on her helped him hold off too, which was one hell of an accomplishment, since her soft hand was still on his shaft, caressing it in a slow up and down movements.
As his finger sunk inside her moist heat, Ruth moaned and let her legs fall apart, giving him all the access he needed.
“Good?” he asked again.
“Yes, very. Can you try adding another finger?”
She’d asked, but by the way her body had tensed all over, she was afraid of it.
Again, Nick went very slowly, watching her closely as he did.
A look of wonder crossed her eyes when his second finger slid all the way in, apparently causing no discomfort.
So far so good.
He had a surprise for her.
There were some inherent benefits to the theoretical studying of all the ways a man could pleasure a woman—meaning, watching lots of porn and reading up on the subject.
Curling both fingers inside her, he found that secret G spot everyone was talking about. It wasn’t even all that hard to find.
Ruth moaned and arched her back. “Oh, Nicki, this feels wonderful.”
Happier than if he’d hit gold, Nick massaged that magic spot, enjoying the throaty moans he was wresting out of Ruth.
After a few more moments, she caught his wrist to stop him. “I think I’m very close to orgasming. I want you inside me when I do.” She pulled him on top of her.
The girl was really strong, she’d practically lifted him up. But who cared about that when he was finally going to receive the best gift a woman could ever give a guy?
“Take me, Nick.” She spread her legs even wider, cradling him between her thighs. “I’m more than ready.”
Gripping himself, he positioned his shaft at her entrance and pushed inside with just the tip. When that resulted in a throaty groan, and her grip tightening on his ass, he pushed a little more.
“Nothing hurts,” Ruth whispered in an awed voice. “Everything feels amazing.” She arched up, gripping his ass even tighter. “More!”
When he found himself all the way inside her, Nick wasn’t sure whether he’d been the one to thrust in, or Ruth had impaled herself on his shaft.
He stilled.
If he moved, he was going to come, and he refused to let it end so soon.
This was so much better than he’d imagined.
It was as if one plus one didn’t equal two, it was more like a thousand. The feeling was incomparable, the joining so complete it was way more than physical. It was metaphysical.
Love combined with sex equaled magic.
It should have been included in the list of theorems.
50
Wonder
When Wonder’s shift at the club ended, she was no closer to making a decision than when it had started.
Anandur’s brother looked like a dangerous man. He hadn’t talked much, but the little he’d said included a cuss word. Not that it was all that unusual. People cussed all the time.
But not Anandur.
Believing that he wasn’t like her other prisoners was easy because he was different in almost every way.
They were harsh, hardened soldiers, while he was full of smiles and charm. They cussed frequently, but Anandur didn’t. They were crude. He was polite.
Their covetous glances gave her the creeps. Anandur’s excited her.
Then there was his brother. The guy seemed harsher and more vicious than the three Doomers combined. He wasn’t exactly like them, but he wasn’t like Anandur either. Which made it hard to decide if there were indeed two warring factions, one good, and one evil. Anandur claimed his people were the good guys, and the Doomers were the bad guys, but was it true?
Tonight, he expected her to release him and allow him to call his brother.
Wonder still wasn’t convinced that it was wise, but she’d made him a promise to give him an answer, even if it was a negative one.
“Wonder, wait up.” Natasha trotted down the corridor, her purse hanging from the crook of her elbow as she tried to put on her jacket with the other one. “Walk me to my car?”
“Sure.” Wonder waited by the door. “Maybe you should get pepper spray. Tamara has one that goes on her keychain.”
Panting, Natasha handed Wonder the purse to hold while she shrugged the jacket on. “I thought about that but decided against it. If anyone jumps me, I’ll probably panic and spray myself with it. Besides, I have two little monsters who get into everything, especially my purse. I don’t want them to hurt themselves, and I’m not sure I’d remember to take it out and put it somewhere safe every time I get home.”
She took her purse back. “Thanks. I heard you had an artist draw your portrait today.”
Wonder waved a hand. “He is a forensic artist, and he came to draw the picture of that woman who the guy that went missing was last seen with. I had a little time left before my shift, and he offered to draw mine. He didn’t finish it, though.”
“Is he coming back?”
“He snapped a picture of me with his phone and said he’ll use it to finish the portrait. He promised to mail me a copy.”
Natasha raised a brow. “What is he going to do with the original?”
“I don’t want to think about it.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.” Natasha laughed as she opened the car door. “Thanks for walking with me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night.” Wonder waited until the woman had locked the doors and turned on the engine, then headed for her own car that was parked on the other side of the lot.
A prickling sensation made her turn her head and look out onto the street. Two cars were parked on the other side of the road. One was old, and she’d seen it there before, the other one looked brand new.
This time of night all the restaurants were closed, but the Irish pub was still open. The car might have belonged to one of its customers.
Just to make sure, though, Wonder decided to do a drive by. If someone was sitting inside, she would see him.
She had a feeling it was a he and not a she—a certain dangerous-looking blond guy whose brother she held locked in a cage.
The car’s interior was dark, and its windows were tinted, but Wonder had exceptional night vision. Even though she pretended to look straight ahead, she could practically feel his gaze on her.
As she continued down the road, her eyes kept darting to the rearview mirror every couple of seconds or so. When the car didn’t move, she started to relax, telling herself she’d just imagined someone sitting inside it, but as she made the first turn and glanced at
the mirror again, the car pulled out into the street without turning on the lights.
She was definitely being followed.
If she tried to lose him, he would know she had something to hide. Instead, Wonder did the same thing she’d done last night and drove to the shelter first.
He was good, following her from a great distance, turning at a light and then reappearing again a block or two later. If she were human, she would’ve not seen him, mainly since his headlights were still off.
When she arrived at the shelter, Wonder parked her car and then walked up slowly to the front door, shuffling her feet as if she was tired after a long day at work, the way she assumed a human would. Punching the numbers into the keypad, she watched the white car park about a hundred feet or so down the street.
“It’s me,” she whispered right as she opened the door to her room. This time her roommates didn’t start the way they had last night, lifting their heads for a moment then going straight back to sleep.
Good, she never wanted to see the girls’ panic-stricken eyes again.
Not making a sound, she walked up to the window and peeked out.
The white Ford was still there.
Two hours later, when it still hadn’t moved, Wonder gave up. Even if he left now, she was too tired to get in the car and drive to the facility.
Anandur would have to wait for her answer till morning. Hopefully, his stubborn brother would be gone by then.
The problem was that she hadn’t made up her mind yet.
Maybe a hot shower would help.
A towel and her pajamas in one hand, toiletries in the other, Wonder headed for the bathroom. For some reason, washing her hair always helped clear her head.
51
Anandur
“Lover-boy is disappointed,” Grud taunted.
Waiting for Wonder and her decision, Anandur had been pacing his cage for hours. First, he’d been impatient, then he’d gotten angry, and lastly, he’d begun to worry. She’d promised him an answer tonight, and Wonder didn’t seem like the kind of person who broke her promises. Something must have prevented her from coming. Or someone.
