by Sienna Blake
“But stars are alone. You’ll be alone up there.”
“Unfortunately, that is the fate of stars.”
I frowned and curled into my mother’s side. “I don’t ever want to be a star. And I don’t want you to become one either.”
“We have no choice.” She smiled. “I’ll always be there looking down on you, Little Bear, even when you can’t see me.”
“Sorry,” Ailis said quietly, breaking through my memory. “Forget I brought it up.”
“My ma told me she would become a star when she died,” I found myself saying.
I traced the stars on my chest with my free hand, a familiar pattern so worn that I could do it without looking.
Ailis sucked in breath. “Your song, “Give Up All the Stars”… It’s not about an ex. It’s about your ma,” she pierced me with her eyes, sadness shining in them, “isn’t it?”
She was the only person on this planet who’d figured that out. The only one who’d seen through the thinly veiled love song.
I didn’t say anything. Neither confirmed nor denied. I didn’t need to. Ailis knew.
I’d never been able to hide from her. Never.
Maybe that was why it was so painful to be around her, even though I was still drawn to her. She was sweet fire, burning all my masks away. Exposing all the jagged pieces of me. Painful pleasure. Beautiful torture.
It hurt to be this…raw.
Maybe that’s why I wanted to hurt her back.
“You figured that out yourself, Dearg?” I said, false contempt coating my voice.
A flash of hurt darted across her face before anger set into her features, turning them hard. She opened her mouth, probably to give me a serve. A serve I truly deserved.
Then her face softened, anger sliding from her beautiful features. She waved out her hand as if she was snatching something from the air before making a motion like she was placing the invisible object into a compartment in her chest.
“I have one of your secrets,” she said softly. “That means I get to keep a piece of you now.”
“You told me a secret,” I told her as we sat on the hospital bed. “That means I get to keep a piece of you, Ailis. I promise, I’ll keep it here,” I pressed my palm against my heart, “and never share it with a soul.”
I flinched at the memory, even as something softened inside me just a touch.
I let out a snort to cover it up. “Yeah well, I think I got the better part of that deal.”
“Danny…”
Enough. I grabbed her, rolling her with her back against me, grinding my cock against her ass. “I don’t want to fucking talk anymore.”
I buried all these feelings as I buried myself in her again. And again.
47
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Ailis
This was something I hadn’t thought through. Not when I had said yes to Danny. Not when he’d finally stripped me of my clothes. Or when he’d brought me to orgasm for a. Third. Damn. Time.
How the hell was I supposed to face him in class and not think about the way his eyes darkened to dusk when he was turned on?
Or how hot it was to see his beautiful face between my legs?
Or to hear his voice and not remember the dirty, filthy things he said to me?
At our first Advanced Performance class of the semester, I half stumbled, half collapsed into the seat next to Ethan.
“Hey, you,” he said softly, “what’s the craic?”
“Nothing,” I said just a little too quickly.
I knew the second that Danny walked in the door, because I felt him. All my senses came alive. Colours sharpened around me. I swear I could smell his masculine cologne from here.
His eyes met mine and lust flared in them, just for a second before he was able to compose himself and turn to the class to start our lesson. I felt my cheeks flame red.
“You okay, Ailis?” Ethan asked.
“Fine,” I snapped just a little too quickly.
During class, it seemed like every time I lifted up my eyes to find him, he was already staring back at me with an intensity so hot it made my skin light on fire. A look on his face that told me that he was remembering sliding into me, that he was picturing me riding him, or looking up at me from between my legs.
I pressed my thighs together but it did nothing to quell the ache, did nothing to staunch the pool of growing wetness as he stretched his arms over his head, showing off a strip of smooth skin that I had been kissing last night. Or when he crossed his arms over his chest that I had been lying on, biceps bulging, those same arms that’d held me.
How the hell was I to survive his class for an entire term without losing my mind?
Finally, the class ended.
“Ms Kavanagh,” Danny called over the noise of students packing up. “Can you stay behind for a few minutes? I need to have a word with you about your midterm assessment.”
I nodded, because my throat was too knotted to speak. Thrills rushing up and down my body so hard I felt like I might all of a sudden scream.
I kept it in. I repressed the grin that wanted to burst from my face. For once my cheeks remained cool, unburned, because quite frankly, the blood was too busy rushing somewhere else. I stopped at the front of the stage, too scared to get too close to him. We just stared at each other, our gazes locked and burning, silent promises building.
The door clicked shut behind the last student. And it was like a flick of his tongue across my clit.
I was alone. With Danny.
“Ms Kavanagh.” He stood behind his desk, his voice low and rumbling, causing shivers to run up and down my spine.
“Professor,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. My breath kept catching in my lungs.
“Come here.” Hunger twinkled in his eyes.
I swallowed hard. I moved slowly, hesitantly towards him and stopped at the opposite side of the desk, using it like a shield. I was breathing in shorts bursts. He wouldn’t hurt me but I was still terrified. I felt like…prey.
He lifted one eyebrow. Then he began to walk around the desk, each step purposeful, slow, solemn.
“Do you know why I kept you behind, Ms Kavanagh?” His voice was like midnight ink—liquid, seductive, glittering like black diamonds, sharp enough to cut.
I shook my head and began to back up, moving around the desk the other way from him.
“Surely you have some idea.”
He kept advancing.
I shook my head again, my voice lost to me. I kept backing up until I was standing right where Danny first stood behind his desk.
He grabbed me before I could get away and pressed me up against the wall. “You have displeased me, Ms Kavanagh.”
Anger bled into his beautiful features. Before I could protest or ask why I had angered him, he kissed me like it might be the last time.
My head spun, I felt myself drowning in him, losing my senses, my fingers gripping into him, my body melting against him, my hips rolling against his before I knew what I was doing.
A sliver of sense, a small voice of reason slipped through the cracks in this Danny-induced bubble.
I managed to pull my mouth away, gasping for breath. “Someone could come in.”
“Fuck them.” He lunged for my mouth again, his hand going to my breast. His grip almost painful through my clothing, his kisses bruising me.
He released my lips with a growl. “You have some fucking nerve…sitting there, looking so fucking sexy while I’m trying to teach.”
His fingers went up my skirt and found the wet spot between my legs. I let out a low moan as pleasure rolled through me from his talented fingers. Such talented fingers.
“You’re making such an unprofessional out of me. Insolent. Wicked. Child.” He slid aside my panties and pushed two fingers inside of me, loosing a cry from my lungs.
I slammed my lips together, my eyes going to the door. Anyone could come in at any second. I would be ruined.
“Stop,” I said, but my voic
e was weak, as was my willpower.
“Do you really want me to stop, Dearg?”
“No,” I breathed.
I was a mere puppet where Danny was concerned, and he held all my strings. He demanded. I obeyed. He took. I gave. Without question. Even after all these years. Even after all he’d done to me.
What are you doing, Ailis? If you get caught you are ruined.
A part of me didn’t care.
Ruin me, Danny. Do your worst.
Get under my skin, soak into my blood.
Destroy me.
With a flick of his talented thumb against my clit and a press of his fingers against my g-spot, I came. Hard. Grabbing at the blackboard behind me, smearing the chalk with my fingerprints.
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Ailis
I strummed another chord, brows furrowed. There was something not quite right about this bar. Maybe it was the transition? Or the harmony.
I was sitting on a stool in the recording studio late at night. Earlier Danny and I had met at his apartment to have yet another mind-blowing sex session. We’d come back to the college to work on another song he’d written. It was a song about an alcoholic singing about whiskey but between the lines it could have been written about his addiction to a woman.
I strummed through the chords again, humming under my breath. My stage fright was still making appearances around him, but I found I could still sing under my breath.
It took me a second to realise that Danny had gone silent.
I lifted my head from the guitar, pushing back the hair that’d fallen over my face. Danny was leaning back in his chair, staring at me intently. I couldn’t decide whether the look on his face was one of pleasure or pain, the lines were so blurred with him.
“What?” I asked, my fingers still moving over the fret of the guitar.
Danny slowly leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, making his arm muscles bulge under the soft fabric of his dark fitted shirt.
“You have no idea how sexy you are. Do you?”
My cheeks flushed.
His lip lifted up in a sneer. “You don’t.” He shook his head. A look that looked like guilt flashed.
“What was that?” I asked.
He blinked at me. “What?”
“That look.”
He launched forward and got to his feet, pulling the guitar out of my hands and slipping his hips between my legs, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. I forgot about the guilty look. I forgot about the song we were meant to be singing. I forgot about everything except his mouth on mine and his hands on my body, reaching underneath my shirt to palm my breasts, the other in my hair, gripping me to him.
He pulled his mouth off mine. “If I don’t fucking taste you right now, I will die.”
He dropped to his knees before I could stop him.
With one swift movement, he pushed up my skirt, pushed aside my panties and slid two fingers in so damn easily.
I sucked in a breath. “I’m so embarrassingly wet.”
“No,” he murmured against my pussy lips. “Deliciously wet.”
Dear God, it felt so good as he rubbed at my g-spot while he licked me.
I let out a moan before I slapped my hand over my mouth.
“Soundproof room, Ailis,” he said, vibrations from his voice sending tingles through my body. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream.”
Scream I did.
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Danny
Frustration built up inside of me every time I had to go to class and see Ailis sitting there next to that boy. Every time I had to walk past her in the hallway, her innocent vanilla scent floating around me, her head kept respectfully low and a breathy “professor” from her mouth.
I sat in my office, strumming out the bars of a new song, need building in my veins. I wanted her taste on my tongue.
Since she and I had started sleeping together, my music had been flowing. My block was unblocked.
It had nothing to do with her. Nothing. It had to do with the fact that I was getting laid regularly.
I finished writing out the final notes of this piece and threw my pencil on the desk, letting out a fist pump. It was a good song. A great song. A hit single. I could feel it in my blood when a song was going to be…more.
I wanted to run across the fucking campus screaming. I wanted to tell someone. To celebrate.
Ailis.
I wanted to fuck her. And fuck her hard.
I grabbed my phone and sent her a text.
Me: Get your sexy ass to my office. Now.
Her response came back minutes later.
Ailis: No.
Me: Ailis…
Ailis: I have class.
Me: Skip it. I’m more important.
Ailis: Hah! I can see you after.
Me: Now.
Ailis: After.
Me: NOW.
Ailis: omg Danny wtf is up your butt? I’ll see you after.
I cursed myself for not knowing her schedule. I would look it up later so I knew when she was available. I stabbed out another text.
Me: When do you finish?
Ailis: Three hours.
Motherfucker. Three fucking hours? My dick was going to explode before then.
Me: Meet me at mine.
Three painful hours and two self-inflicted orgasms later, a knock came at my apartment door.
“About fucking time,” I growled at her when I opened it.
She was standing there in a soft-looking white jumper and a plaid skirt, her feet in a set of frilled white cotton socks and black leather Mary Janes, looking like a student out of a wet dream.
Fuck. Me.
Thank God I didn’t have her in class today, otherwise I may have had to fuck her up against the blackboard in front of everyone.
I pulled Ailis into my apartment and slammed the door behind her, pushing her up against it, my hands on her breasts, my mouth on her neck.
She paused, her head on my shoulder. “You have an armchair.”
What? I’m kissing all up on her and she’s focused on an armchair?
“Yeah,” I kissed her neck again, using teeth this time.
She pushed me back and walked around me into the living room. “And a table and chairs and…furniture.” She waved her arms about.
I grabbed her waist from behind, grinding my dick—still hard—against her ass. “I couldn’t very well fuck you over the back of nothing.”
She let out a soft moan and melted into me. This was more like it.
I bent her over the side of the new armchair and stared at her creamy legs disappearing up a skirt that just showed the crease of her ass.
“Have you been wearing this outfit all fucking day?” I growled.
“Yes, why?” She stared at me over her shoulder, blinking. Innocent wide eyes like she had no fucking idea why I was mad.
Anyone walking up the stairs in the lecture hall would have had this shot up her skirt. Pencildick would have sat right next to her, her legs on display. This thought made me so mad and so fucking horny at the same time.
I flipped her skirt up. Goddammit. White cotton panties trimmed with lace. Making her look like the good girl that she wasn’t. And under those panties, that beautiful round ass was just there waiting for punishment.
I yanked up one side of her underwear, exposing her and smacked her across the ass cheek, making a noise that, combined with the moan she let out, made my dick twitch.
“You letting your fan boys look up your skirt?”
“Fan boys?” she choked out.
An even louder smack.
An even longer moan.
“You fucking know what I’m talking about. Those muppets who sniff around you, following you like dogs desperate for scraps of your attention.”
“I don’t have fan b—”
Smack.
This time she cursed.
Already her pale skin was turning her beautiful sha
de of blush red that was quickly becoming my favourite colour.
“Fuck, you make me crazy.” I slid my fingers along that beautiful crease still covered by her cotton panties—her soaking wet cotton panties. She let out a groan and rocked back her hips towards me, tilting her ass farther up in the air, begging me for more.
Fuck. Me.
This woman was going to make me lose my fucking mind.
I pushed her panties aside and stroked along her lips, dipping into her wet heat, teasing her, teasing myself, making her cry out until I couldn’t fucking wait anymore.
I dropped my jeans and briefs, revealing my painful erection. I was barely able to get a damn condom on, my fingers were shaking with anticipation.
I braced myself at her entrance.
She turned and caught my eye from over her shoulder. “Fuck me hard, professor.”
Dirty Red.
When I slammed into her, there was no resistance. Just me drowning in wet glorious heaven.
I bent over her body, covering her, and fucked her hard. Punishing her. Pulling at her hair so she was forced to bend her back, to expose the side of her neck to me. I whispered how much of a bad little girl she was.
The sex was raw and primal. It wasn’t long before I felt her shaking beneath me. Before she was crying out and her pussy walls clenched hard around me before pulsing in waves.
It was too much. I came too. Hard.
As the pleasure ebbed, I half collapsed over her, our sweaty bodies joined, our chests heaving in sync.
I found myself looking at our hands positioned above her head. Somehow they’d entwined while I was inside her. My thick long fingers between her slender delicate ones. For a moment I just stared at them.
It felt…right.
Too right.
I jerked my hand out of hers and pushed myself to standing, securing the condom before pulling out.
I couldn’t meet her eyes as she looked at me over her shoulder.
