“Probably because I didn’t have you to look at.” I shrugged and smiled. “You didn’t have to get dressed. I certainly plan on taking you back to the bedroom once we’re done with breakfast.”
“We should talk first.” She walked over and sat down.
Oh no. This is the part where she tells me it was fun, but she’s too young—blah blah blah.
“Sure. What’s on your mind?” I put a plate of food in front of her and sat down.
“What we did last night…” Her words hesitated on her lips.
Please don’t say it was a mistake. Anything but that…
“Yeah?” I tilted my head to the side.
“I don’t normally do that—go home with guys—especially on the first date.” She exhaled sharply and stared at her food.
“If it’s any consolation—neither do I.” I chuckled and picked up my fork.
“I’m serious.” Her tone got a little quieter. “I had a little fun during freshman year, but I haven’t been with anyone since my last relationship ended. That was a year ago.”
“If we’re being serious—you’re the first person I’ve been with since my divorce.” I exhaled sharply and nodded.
“I had fun last night and I don’t regret it. I’m not stupid, though. You’re a professor at Oak Ridge. I’m a student. Those things don’t mix outside of the classroom.” She picked up a piece of toast and gently nibbled it. “I didn’t go into this with any expectations, no matter how much I like you.”
“You kind of caught me off guard.” I shook my head and sighed. “But I don’t regret what we did, either. I know it could be a complicated mess, but I honestly don’t care. I like you and I want to see where this goes.”
“I’d like that too.” She lifted her head and smiled. “Especially if it’s going back to the bedroom after breakfast.”
“You won’t even have to dance for me this time.” I winked at her and smiled. “I want you too bad for all of that foreplay.”
I guess we can figure out the rest of this later.
We finished breakfast and immediately went to the bedroom. Our lips came together the second the t-shirt came off and she was naked in my arms. Even after working our bodies to near exhaustion, her kiss still burned inside me to the point it felt like a raging inferno. It traveled through me like flames dancing inside my soul, and ignited my lust. My balls twinged and my dick became fully engorged. She didn’t waste a moment. Her hand moved down my muscled upper torso and wrapped around my thick shaft. After a few moments of teasing, I turned her towards the bed and pushed her down on her knees. I yanked the nightstand drawer with so much fury raging inside me that I nearly tore off the hinges. It was hanging open and bent by the time I got the condom on my length.
“Someone’s a little eager.” She bent further and pushed her ass out to show me how wet she was. “I’m eager too, but I’m not breaking furniture.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that.” I crawled into the bed and pushed my cock against her wetness. “This is all I care about.”
I pushed into Lexi fast and the only resistance I got was her tightness. Her beautiful pussy was so wet that I knew she wanted me. There was no question about her desires. It was a stark contrast to my ex-wife. Even before the passion faded, I saw disinterest in her eyes, and it sometimes required a lot of coaxing to get her into the bedroom. The last few years were torture, and more of a business transaction than passion. I should have seen the writing on the wall and done more to reignite that spark—if that was even possible. I needed more than that. I could finally admit it to myself. As long as Lexi let me show her how amazing she was, I intended to do so. I lost everything once, and while Lexi was a long way from being my everything, I was already feeling a connection with her. It was one I didn’t want to lose.
“You feel so fucking good.” Lexi moaned and I heard a gasp.
“Are you trying to cum already?” I squeezed her hips and growled. “I’m just getting started.”
“I can’t help it!” A louder moan rushed across her lips. “You do things to me that I’ve never felt before!”
“Cum all you want. I’m not stopping until I’m exhausted.” I reached forward and wrapped one hand around her hair. “I’m going to fuck you as hard as I can.”
“Yes! God, yes!” Her body jerked and I felt her pussy spasm when I pulled on her hair.
She definitely likes it rough.
I pulled on Lexi’s hair, slapped her ass a few times, and kept hammering my cock into her sweet pussy. The harder my thrusts got, and the more I did to her, the wetter she seemed to get. She loved having her hair pulled. She loved having her ass slapped—she liked it hard, too. The light smacks barely got any reaction, but when I gave her one hard enough to leave an outline of my hand, her body vibrated with desire. I felt her pussy squeezing on my cock and her hips trembled. She was almost there. I wasn’t ready to let her drain my balls—not yet. I kept going until her orgasm made her pussy spasm. It was hard not to give in when her muscles constricted on my length. It was so easy to make her cum. I loved the way it felt, but the build to the second one would be even better.
“God damn, this angle makes me cum so hard!” She moaned and her body started to squirm in my grasp.
“Another one—already?” I pulled on her hair and prepared to feel her body react again.
“I can’t help it! Oh god!” She started to shake harder than she did the first time.
“Fuck—I’m gonna cum!” I roared and fell forward when her spasms began.
I survived one orgasm, but I couldn’t survive a second one. Her body was just too generous for that. My balls started to tighten and then I felt the cum flooding my shaft. I erupted inside her while her orgasm was in full swing. The condom caught my seed, but her orgasms kept pulling more thick ropes of lust out of me until I thought it would burst. I kept going until her spasms subsided and the life was drained from my body. All of the exhaustion from the night before caught up with me immediately, and whatever alertness the caffeine brought faded. I was spent. I slowly pulled out of Lexi’s sweet pussy and tossed the condom in the garbage, but when I turned around, Lexi was sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You made a mess.” She grinned and tilted her head. “Let me clean that up for you.”
I stepped forward and Lexi’s lips started to devour my cock. I thought I had nothing left, but the feeling of those pouty lips wrapped around my dick felt so fucking good. She took me deep in my throat, cleaning off my lust with her tongue while furiously begging for another load. I couldn’t deny her, even if my balls were drained. I would just ride her lips until I was rejuvenated. That didn’t take as long as I expected. Her warm, wet mouth was too perfect. She slid her lips down my shaft, swallowed every inch of my length, and immediately did it again. Watching her beautiful, pouty lips was so fucking hot. My balls twinged and I let out a loud gasp as my cock start to throb. I unloaded in her throat as she moaned, devouring every drop before I was finally spent for the second time.
“Wow.” I pulled back and shook my head. “You just can’t get enough.”
“Nope.” She grinned and pulled me towards the bed.
She’s in trouble, because I’m going to be addicted to her before this weekend is over.
Lexi
One week later
My relationship with Brett was off the charts. There was something fun about the taboo nature of it and the fact we were keeping it a secret. It felt dirty, and that turned me on even more. When I passed by his classroom and saw all those students gazing at him with the same crush I had when I sat in their spot, I couldn’t help but smile. They would never have him. He was all mine. I was floating on air and dancing in the clouds. Most nights, I went to his place as soon as I finished my shift at the Mi Alpha Alpha haunted house—and of course, I packed an overnight bag. We were so hungry for each other that I barely made it to the living room before his lips were on mine, but after the passion was subdued, we spent hours talking before
we finally drifted off the sleep.
There was a gap between us when it came to common interests because of the age difference, but that only served to make our discussions more intriguing. Even with the twelve year gap, we found a lot of common ground. A lot of that centered on family and what we wanted in the future. Brett grew up as an only child and dreamed of having a big family one day. His ex-wife didn’t want kids, and he caved because he loved her so much. I definitely wanted children, and even though our relationship was barely getting started, the thought of carrying his child made me grin when he wasn’t looking. I definitely wanted to graduate from college first, and thanks to him, my next semester was taken care of. I hated taking his money after what we shared became something real, but he insisted.
Things with my father didn’t seem to be getting any better. I wanted to visit him again as the weekend approached, even if it meant spending time away from Brett, but he wasn’t interested. There was so much sorrow in his voice when we spoke on the phone. I knew how much he hated to lose his company and everything he worked for. I wished I could help him, but I had no idea how to do something like that. His company used to be worth millions, but the new owners were carnivores. They were going to drive it into the ground, vote him out, and then sell the remnants. His fifty percent stake wouldn’t be worth anything, and all of the money he had was tied up in the company after my stepmother pillaged his assets in the divorce. He was stuck with a huge mortgage for a house she pushed him to buy, and personal debts he took on to try and save the company when it was going downhill. By the time he realized what was really going on, it was far too late.
* * *
“Are you dancing tonight?” Abby walked into my room and closed the door.
“Yep, I’m heading to the haunted house in a few minutes—just need to finish doing my make-up.” I turned to show her my zombie face.
“Oh, I didn’t mean the haunted house.” Abby raised her eyebrows and smirked.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m not doing that again.”
“Seriously? It was that bad?” She sat down on the edge of my bed and stared at me. “You’re just taking off your clothes for guys. You do that for free at the frat parties.”
“Not since I was a freshman.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “That stopped the minute I met Tyler.”
“I heard he just broke up with Charlotte. Maybe you should be his rebound chick.” Abby grinned. “You two might even get back together.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I turned my chair towards the bed. “Tyler was fun—damn, was he fun, but I don’t think I could ever forgive him for what he did.”
“Come on, Lexi. He was drunk. All guys get drunk and fool around, especially in college.” She shrugged and shook her head. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It is to me. I need loyalty. My parents barely stayed together until I was out of diapers. I love my dad, but loyalty to his wives isn’t one of his good qualities.” I exhaled sharply and shrugged. “I don’t want a relationship like that.”
I guess I see your point.” Abby nodded. “That kind of relationship would be nice…”
Finding out Tyler was single did toy with my thoughts as I headed to the haunted house. I had a lot of good memories with him before he ruined everything. The year we spent together meant a lot to me, even if it ended in heartbreak. I believed Tyler would be faithful, and I was wrong. Dating anyone came with that kind of risk, and no matter how much I already trusted Brett, there was no way to know what truly lingered in his heart. I hated having those feelings dredged up, but thinking about Tyler made it unavoidable. Tyler made me promises once upon a time. Maybe he believed the words when he said them. Brett certainly seemed genuine, but I was already putting my heart on the line with him. Every day that passed would make it hurt even more if he didn’t protect my heart at all costs.
* * *
“Uh, Lexi? Some woman is here to see you.” Cadence stumbled a little bit as she walked up to greet me when I stepped into the front door of the Mi Alpha Alpha sorority house.
“What? Who?” I blinked in surprise.
“I don’t know. She’s in the living room talking to some of the other girls.” Cadence pointed over her shoulder. “Want me to fix you a drink?”
“No, I’m not staying long.” I shook my head back and forth.
“When are you going to tell us about this guy you’re spending all of your time with?” Cadence moved close enough for me to smell the liquor on her breath. “You can’t keep secrets from us forever.”
“How do you know it’s a guy?” I tilted my head to the side. “Maybe I’m just in a really intense study group.”
“Yeah right.” She giggled and walked towards the kitchen. “You haven’t stayed out all night since you were dating Tyler.”
I watched as Cadence walked away, and then turned towards the living room. She was right. After I broke up with Tyler, I became sort of a recluse in the evenings. I went to a few parties when it was necessary and attended our social events, but that was the extent of my life away from the sorority house after school hours. It was inevitable that someone would eventually figure out I hadn’t been sleeping in my own bed very much. I wasn’t expecting any visitors, so I walked into the living room with my curiosity piqued. My curiosity quickly turned to nausea when I saw who was waiting for me. It was Melinda. My pace slowed and my legs felt like lead. Her head lifted and her expression immediately turned into an ice cold stare.
Oh no.
“Do you want to have this conversation in the middle of the living room where your sisters can hear, or would you prefer to go somewhere with privacy?” Her lip twitched when she spoke.
“Um, somewhere private.” I pointed towards the library and led her towards the double oak doors.
“Are you going to pretend that you don’t know why I’m here, or can we skip the formalities?” Melinda walked into the library and turned to face me once the doors were closed.
“I know why you’re here.” I looked down at the floor and sighed.
“When I was a student at Oak Ridge University, Mi Alpha Alpha girls had more class than this.” She put her hands on her hips. “They certainly didn’t resort to prostitution.”
“I’m not a prostitute.” I blinked in surprise and shook my head.
“I was afraid of that.” She nodded and her glare got more intense. “I saw something in your eyes at our charity event. You didn’t look like a girl getting paid by the hour—then again, you are a dirty fucking stripper, aren’t you?”
“What? No!” I shook my head quickly. “That’s just for the haunted house.”
“Don’t lie to me, you little slut.” She stepped closer. “Brett’s debit card is still linked to my email address. It didn’t take me long to connect the dots from his night in Crown City to the scantly clad whore he brought to the charity event with.”
“Wow, you’re a fucking stalker.” I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to lash out, no matter how many times she tried to insult me.
“He’s not worth stalking, but I’m sure as fuck not going to let him ruin his reputation and damage the company’s name by associating with a sorority slut that moonlights as a stripper—god knows what else you do to earn a buck.” She took another step towards me, so close that I could almost feel the heat radiating from her glare. “So, I came to make you go away.”
“Go away?” My eyes narrowed. “I don’t understand.”
“I did my research. I know your father’s company is bankrupt. You’re one phone call from being out on the streets once this university finds out you’re not the spoiled little brat they thought you were. Oak Ridge cares about your father’s money—not you.” Melinda chuckled and her lip slightly turned to a half-smile. “Fortunately for you, I’ve decided that I’m in a charitable mood tonight. Ruining you would just blow back on Brett and my company, so I want to write you a check.”
“I don’t want your money.” I scoffed and
snapped my head angrily.
“No? You’re taking his money, aren’t you? Enough money to cover your tuition appeared in his account and disappeared overnight. I’m guessing you convinced him to cash out some of the Bitcoins he loved so much. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out where it went, considering your circumstances.” Her smile got wider, almost sinister. “I won’t just pay for one semester and make you fuck me until you earn the rest of it.”
“No, thank you.” I immediately turned and grabbed the door. “I’m not with Brett because I want his money, and I’m going to prove that by saying goodnight to you.”
Instead of telling you exactly where I want you to shove that fucking offer.
“They’ll fade eventually. Those feelings you have.” Melinda walked up and pulled a piece of paper out of her purse. “All you have to do is cash this check and walk away.”
“No.” I shook my head and opened the door.
“I’m going to just leave this here.” She folded the check and pushed it into the front of my bra, which caused me to take a step back. “That’s enough for you to finish school and get a nice start in life. Use your brain instead of your tits for once.”
Melinda left the library, and I stared as she headed towards the front door. My fingers were still trembling when I reached into my bra to pull out the check. She wasn’t lying. It was a lot of fucking money. I couldn’t believe she was offering me that much to walk away from a man she didn’t love—a man she cheated on. I wanted to rip the check to shreds and leave it on the floor, but I hesitated when I clenched in between my fingers. It wasn’t just enough to pay for school. I could help my father out as well. It wouldn’t buy him out of debt, but it would give him a comfortable life until he was back on his feet. It might even give him the confidence to do it. I folded the check up, put it in my purse, and walked up to Abby’s room.
His Dirty Dancer: The Halloween Honeys Page 6
