by J. L. White
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I say, hopeful.
“How about we get away?” he asks, smiling. “A whole week, just the two of us. Somewhere we don’t have to hide.”
“You mean like Europe?” I say with a sly grin.
His smile falters a bit. “That’s a bit out of my reach.” He pulls out his phone. “Here look. Last night I was looking at these cabins in the mountains.”
He pulls up a website and shows me pictures of beautiful, modern-style cabins, but I don’t need to see them. I’m already sold on the idea.
“That looks amazing,” I say.
“I know it’s probably not the luxury you’re used to.”
“I know, because I’m so pampered,” I say, laughing and rolling my eyes. I pull him into my arms and smile up at him. “You. Me. Alone in the woods all week.” I give him a kiss. “It sounds like pure heaven. I love the cabin idea.”
And I love you, I think, but I don’t say it.
A few evenings before Spring Break, we head to the school’s pool late at night to swim some laps together. We drive separately and park in different areas. I watch as he goes in first. I wait a few minutes, then get out of my car and head toward the building.
When I’m almost to the door, I notice someone coming down the sidewalk, some distance away from me.
It’s Justin Kirby. His eyes are on me and he’s walking toward me with a purpose. I hustle through the door and run down the hallway to the pool.
Shane’s waiting in the water. He sees my expression and immediately asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Justin Kirby saw me,” I say, panting. “He’s coming in.”
Shane pulls himself out of pool, looking furious. “Does that asshole think you’re here alone so he’s going to—”
Shane’s charging toward the door but I put my hand on my chest, stopping him.
“Stop” I hiss. “Obviously he can’t hurt me if you’re here, but we can’t look like we’re here together. Get back in the pool.”
He looks like an animal ready to charge. I glance toward the door.
“Please. Before he sees us together.”
Shane scowls but steps to the edge and dives in. He’s doing a furious backstroke, his eyes on the door. I sit on the bench and bend over to take off my shoes, my fingers shaking.
Justin Kirby opens the door and I look over at him, still bent over. His eyes land on Shane, who’s reached the far end of the pool and is watching Justin carefully.
Justin looks at me coldly, then turns and leaves.
My forehead falls on my knees, my arms hanging limply.
God, I hate this.
Shane swims over and is by my side in an instant. I’m standing and making for the pool. “Don’t even say I should report him,” I say tightly, “because I’ve tried that and there’s nothing the dean can do. Justin knows it too.”
Shane looks about to argue with me but I wrap my arms around him and lean heavily against his chest. “Please. Please. It’s bad enough. I don’t want to argue about it with you too.”
Shane sighs and wraps his arms around me.
“Well,” he says lowly. “I’ll agree not to talk about it for now. How about that?”
I realize that’s probably the best I’m going to get.
I nod against his chest, then take a deep breath and give him a kiss. “Come on,” I say. “I came here to swim laps and I’m not going to let that asshole stop me.”
Chapter 20
On the Friday before Spring Break, Shane and I hit the road as soon as my last class let out. We pull up to the large, log-style cabin I saw in the pictures. It has a peaked roof and huge windows overlooking a clear lake. There’s a lodge and several other cabins on the property, but the way they’re spaced out and tucked into the trees, we feel like we’re here alone.
Which suits me just fine. After three hours in the car with Shane, I’m more than ready to have my way with him.
We bring our suitcases up the porch steps and Shane opens the broad front door. The first floor features a huge living area with an open floor plan. A full kitchen is to one side, in case we decide to forgo the nice restaurant at the lodge. There’s a massive brick fireplace in one corner, and a pool table in the other.
Ascending the broad staircase, we’re let onto a landing that leads to three different bedrooms: two smaller ones and the master. The master has a king-sized bed, comfortable sitting area, private fireplace, and master bath.
We set our suitcases next to the large armoire before examining the bathroom. There’s a walk-in shower with dual showerheads and a huge jetted tub.
Oh the things we could do to each other in that tub.
I wiggle my eyebrows at him suggestively and he laughs. “That’s right, baby. Seduce me.”
“Oh, I plan to,” I say, smiling. He takes my hand and we cross the bedroom to check out the private deck. We have a clear view of the lake, cradled in the valley between two mountains.
“Oh,” I breathe, leaning on the railing. “Shane, this is perfect.”
“You like?” he asks, coming behind me and putting his arms on the railing on either side of me.
“Mm-hmmm.” I lean back against him and he rubs his hands over my stomach. I’m pleased to know he’s as ready for me as I am for him. I’ve been wet for him for the last hour.
I raise both arms and put my hands behind his head, arching my breasts forward. His hands travel up, squeezing my stiff peaks.
I moan softly.
“You like that?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod, turning only my head toward him and letting him kiss me deeply, my hands still above my head, his hands still running over my breasts.
He pulls his mouth away, squeezing me again.
“What else do you want?” he whispers.
I bring my hands down and place them over his. Squeezing so he’ll squeeze my breasts one more time, I slowly guide him downward. Lower and lower. I turn my mouth to his and he kisses me deeply again, his tongue claiming me. Just before his hands cup me I reach around and find the bulge in his pants.
We squeeze each other together and I moan in his mouth.
Slowly pulling away, I turn to face him, but instead of pulling him toward me I place my hands on his chest and gently push. I give him a seductive smile, backing him off the balcony and toward the bed.
We reach the bed and he sits, grabbing my hands to pull me with him.
“No, no, no,” I say softly, pulling my arms away. “You wait here. I have a surprise for you.”
His eyes get an excited glint. “Do you now?”
“Yes. You just lie here and look sexy.”
“Can I... get more comfortable?” he teases, raising one eyebrow and giving me an exaggerated, sultry expression.
I laugh. “Get as comfortable as you dare,” I say, grabbing my small suitcase and disappearing into the bathroom.
I change into the outfit I bought at Victoria’s Secret. It’s one of several I plan to wear this week. It’s a black lace and mesh halter corset with a tiny, string panty. The halter’s garter straps connect to lace-topped nylons that come half-way up my thighs. I slip into black, spike heels and run my fingers through my hair to give it a sexy, messy look.
I check my reflection in the mirror and have to admit, I look pretty damned hot. Now this is lingerie. I give the once over to my rear, take a deep breath, and smoothly step out of the bathroom.
In my absence, Shane has stripped down to nothing and rested himself against the headboard, one hand resting easily on one raised knee. There he is, in all his glory, with an erection big enough to make me cream my panties on the spot. His eyebrows raise upon seeing me. He slowly looks me up and down, lingering on the tiny triangle of fabric covering my mound and my ample breasts. His cock bobs in appreciation.
“Oh baby,” he says lowly, “Bring that sweet little ass over here.”
I grin. Ever since that day he truly claimed me in his office, there’s been plenty of dirty
talk to be had. And while I thought the sex was excellent before, that was nothing compared to the Shane that’s been unleashed since.
I take slow steps forward, teasing him.
He slowly lowers his arm, drinking me in.
“Come on, baby,” he croons. “Come see what I have for you.”
When I reach the bed, I slowly climb on and crawl toward him on all fours, arching my ass up in the way I know drives him crazy.
He uncurls and comes to me too. We meet in the middle coming up on our knees as he grabs me by the arms and kisses me eagerly. His hands roam over my breasts, down the halter and to my bare lower stomach, and over my ass.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says thickly, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me against his massive erection.
“Hey, tiger,” I say, nipping his bottom lip.
He gives me a sexy smile and cups my face in his hands. He gives me a deep, lingering, passionate kiss that makes me want to say, I love you, I love you, I love you.
I wrap my arms around him, running my hands over his back and shoulders. He holds me in his strong arms, my breasts and stomach brushing against his bare chest and abs.
He runs his hands across my shoulders, grabbing the straps of my halter as he goes and pulling them down. He watches my breasts as the fabric across my bust lowers and stretches across my chest until it’s barely covering my nipples. He tucks two fingers over the fabric, just on the outside of my breasts and tugs, causing me to spill over.
“Oh darlin’,” he says appreciatively. My nipples are hard and straining for him. He lowers his mouth and I arch my back, wanting him to suck me. He hesitates, teasing me. My nipples ache even more.
He glances up at me with a grin, the little devil, and—still halfway leaning his mouth to my breast—runs his hand down the small of my stomach toward my mound. I scoot my knees farther apart, my clit already throbbing. He gently slips his hand into my panties, runs his fingers over my clit—I shudder and let out a sigh, but keep my eyes on his—and dips the tip of his finger into my wetness. My fingers clamp down on his shoulder.
I want more but he pulls his hand out and brings the tip of his finger to my breast. He circles my aching nipple with his wet finger, spreading my juices all around it.
He goes the rest of the way at last and I’m practically already melting before he even gets there. He takes me into his mouth, sucking and licking my juices until I’m moaning.
He pulls away slightly and again hovers over my breast while one hand dives down toward my clit. When he dips the tip of his finger into me, getting more, I grab his hand and push him farther inside me. He gives me a single thrust, making me whimper, then firmly pulls his hand away again.
“Patience darling.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“I hope so,” he says, smearing my other breast and taking me into his mouth. I’m wound so tight I ache everywhere.
I reach for his cock, taking his massive width into my hand and squeezing firmly, right where I know he likes it.
Still sucking my tit, he grabs my ass again, pulling me firmly to him and gently spreading my cheeks apart.
“I know what you want,” I say.
“Mm-hmmm,” he hums on my breast, making my nipple vibrate.
I leave his cock alone, making him crave me, and run my hand around to his tight rear instead. His mouth comes up, sucking my skin along the way, his hands continuing to massage my ass and spread me open.
I arch my breasts against my chest as he comes to my mouth and tastes me eagerly.
I break away, giving him a sultry look. He puts his hands on my shoulders, gently turning me. I turn and go down on all fours, spreading my legs and arching my pussy up. Settling himself between my legs, he groans and pulls the narrow crotch of my panties out of the way. I open up more, backing toward him as he comes forward and enters me.
“You’re so wet,” he says thickly.
I am wet, sliding easily down his thick shaft until he fills me completely. I lower my shoulders, adjusting the angle so he rubs more firmly against my inner walls. He grabs my hips and starts rocking me on him, grunting with each thrust.
I close my eyes and open my mouth with pleasure, my breasts swinging hard as he pounds against me.
“That’s right, baby,” I say. “Right there. Fuck me hard.”
His cock swells against me even more and he brings his hand around, rotating the flat of two fingers exactly where I need it. I tilt my ass higher, spreading my legs more.
I look over my shoulder and see him banging against my firm ass. He brings his thumb to his mouth, wets it, and rests it on my rear opening, pressing gently.
“Oh god!” I say, swinging my head back down and pushing harder against him.
With two fingers sliding over my slick clit, his thick dick filling my pussy, and his wet thumb sliding gently into my ass, I’m filled to the brim and swelling around him. He works me into a frenzy, pounding and fingering me until I’m bursting, screaming with pleasure as my climax breaks over me. Thank god no one can hear me. I back into him wanting more and more, burying my face into the mattress as I contract around his hard cock. And he’s still going. It’s going to be one of those nights.
As I’m coming down from my orgasm, but still throbbing, he gently pulls out of me and flips me over.
I’m a puppet in his masterful hands, ready to give as much as he wants to take. He’s still rock hard and clearly eager for more.
“Did you like that, darling?” he asks, giving me that sultry look that keeps my blood pumping.
I nod, still breathing heavy.
“Time to clean you up,” he says, grabbing me under my knees and spreading me wide, my black heels going into the air.
The crotch of my panties have worked back over my mound, and he pauses abruptly, considering them. After a moment’s pause, he lets go of my knees and grabs the string on one side of my panties between two hands. Biceps flexing, he pulls sharply and snaps the string in two.
I exhale sharply, my clit swelling.
He does the same thing to the other side, then yanks the panties from underneath me and sends them sailing across the room.
Fully exposed now, he pushes my knees up and outward again, diving into my folds and lapping me clean.
“God, Shane.”
He licks and sucks my folds until I’m raising my hips toward him, climbing toward another orgasm. He runs his firm tongue back and forth across my clit. He’s still holding my knees but now I’m spreading wide for him on my own, aching for his fingers to be inside me. He works my clit some more, releasing my knees and reaching for my breasts, squeezing them hard like I like it.
My chest flushes and I buck my hips, practically begging for his fingers.
He stops suddenly and I whimper, looking down at him. He lifts up slightly and I think he’s going to come up and mount me.
“Get that cock inside me,” I say lowly.
He grins. “Not yet, baby.”
He dives for my mound again, working my clit fast and furiously. I cry out, grabbing his head and pushing him hard on me. I open as wide as I can, my channel aching to be filled. The heat in my belly rises and I feel my clit swelling large. He squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples and sucks and licks me until I’m falling over the edge again, screaming and shuddering. My orgasm comes in hot waves over my body, my blood rushing in my ears. I curl tightly, gasping and crying out as he continues to work me.
He laps at me until I’m almost done with the last wave of my climax, but not quite. He sits back on his heels and wipes his mouth, leaving me both satisfied and hungry for more.
“Are you ready for me?” he says, fire in his eyes.
Oh yes.
He raises himself and reaches both arms toward me, softly laying his hands flat against my collar bones. He rubs his hands firmly down my breasts and my stomach, over my hips, down my thighs. He leans back slightly to rub my calves and finish at my feet, squeezing them firmly.
I grin at him and bend my other knee, opening to him as he slides his shaft into me at last.
I throw my head back, breathing out sharply.
Eyes closed and head arched back he starts sliding in and out of me, rocking me. My sex is tingling, extra sensitive after the two orgasms I’ve had already. I keep my head back and my eyes closed, tightening my leg over his shoulder and bringing my other knee out wide. My breasts jerk up and down as he thrusts into me.
I look back at him as he leans down on me farther, still gripping the leg on his shoulder. Looking me in the eye, he braces himself on his other hand, pounding me harder and faster. His eyes are burning for me and he’s really working himself up now. I’m on fire everywhere. I clamp around his thick cock and he groans, not breaking eye contact with me.
“Harder,” I whisper, my clit throbbing against him.
He quickly readjusts the arm he’s bracing himself with and hooks it under my other leg, lifting my knee even higher on the mattress. He stretches me to my limit and goes at me harder. He thrusts me with his whole body, his abs tightening with each move.
I curl inward, still looking in his eyes, my pleasure burning hotter than it has yet and I still haven’t gone over. I heatedly caress his hard chest, pinching his nipples between my fingers.
He groans and pinches his eyes closed with pleasure, dropping his head and increasing his speed even more.
I moan, building, my sex stretched tight as he takes me furiously. His head raises again and our eyes meet. His cock is growing and filling me even more as he comes to his peak.
I curl inward violently as I break open with another orgasm. His cock hardens as he cries out, filling me with his hot climax. I squeeze him, pumping and milking him. He thrusts and shudders above me as I contract again and again, thrashing helplessly.
