by J. L. Beck
“Should you really be saying something like that out loud? We are, after all, still on campus property, Carrie .” I whispered under my breath, forcing my eyes from Andrew’s. My heart was beating out of my chest, and sweat formed against my palms. It had been three days, but it felt more like a lifetime. Now, for him to be here, almost within touching distance but not, all at the same time, was maddening.
“It’s no secret, Ava. Every woman on this campus with a pair of ovaries wants the man. He’s sex on a stick, mixed with a manliness that rivals even those on the covers of magazines, and he’s off limits.” She winked. Every word that came out of her mouth made me feel guiltier then I had before. My eyes darted back to Andrew, but this time he refused to meet my stare. Instead it was his eyes on someone else that caused me to rest my hands against the table.
“Ava.” Carrie whisper yelled my name, forcing me to come back to her. I could see the worry in her eyes and knew I either needed to leave, or spill the beans.
“Uhhh…” I gnawed on my bottom lip in worry.
Tick tock. Tick tock.
“I have a bunch of homework to do…” I stuttered, getting up from the table, my hand on a nearby chair the only thing that was holding me up.
“Ava, it’s winter break. Finals are done. What homework do you have?” I could finally hear the worry coming from Carrie, her words were laced with fear. That same fear consumed me right at the moment.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him one last time, my heart plummeting into the cold hard ground beneath my feet.
His head was dipped low with another woman’s, his hand against hers in an intimate way. I felt numb, but more than that, I felt stupid. The woman lifted her eyes to mine, and I looked away. She was beautiful, far more beautiful than me.
“Ava, you’re acting so weird…” I could hear Carrie talking, but I didn’t care. Not about her, or him, or anything for that matter. All I wanted to do, was go back to my dorm room and forget about the fact that I had slept with my professor for a decent grade. All while trying to convince myself that I didn’t crave the touch of his body in and on mine again.
“I’ll… I’ll talk to you later.” I muttered releasing my hold on the chair. My steps were wobbly as I made it out the door, walking hastily back to the dorm room. Snow started to fall, heavy flakes landing in my hair. I stopped for a moment as soon as I made it around the corner, and out of view to any passersby.
“Stupid. You’re stupid, Ava.” I scolded myself, knowing damn well I was to blame for the heartache I was feeling. If only I didn’t need that passing grade. If only I didn’t crave his touch like I did air.
I didn’t just want him. I needed him.
Even when I knew he clearly didn’t need me.
Chapter Four
Andrew
I felt like a complete douchebag for letting Ava think the woman I was meeting with was just another one of my fuck em’ and leave em’ women, instead of who she really was: my sister.
I slammed back the glass of bourbon, letting the burn of the sweet whiskey warm my cold, cold heart. I had broken the one rule I never suspected myself of breaking, the trust between a teacher and a student. If the association ever found out about what happened between Ava and I, losing my job would be the last thing I would need to worry about.
Still, the same part of me that said I needed to make sure this didn’t happen again, was the same part of me begging for more of her. I was a conflicted motherfucker. My body, and heart craved one thing, while my mind wanted to put a stop to all the temptations Ava stirred inside of me.
My finger lay idly on the keyboard of my laptop. Classes were officially out, which meant nearly everyone was home now, seeing their relatives. I clicked and then clicked again, opening the file that contained information regarding every student I had in my classes. I made an effort to have the email, address, and cell number on file in case I needed to contact them.
I sighed, knowing exactly what it was that I was going to do. I scrolled through all the names, stopping once I landed on Ava’s.
Fuck!
I shoved away from my laptop, the back of my office chair slamming into the wall behind me. I grabbed a fist full of my dark hair pulling it in agony as if doing so would give me the answer I needed.
You can’t do this , the rational part of me said. While the irrational part of me said, we have to do that if we want to make it through another day we can only do so by getting a taste of Ava .
I inhaled deeply, my eyelids fluttering closed as I tried to grasp onto whatever last shreds of hope I had. There was no way I would be able to see her in that classroom come the new year without the thought of her bared before me on my desk. Looking at her without lustful eyes would be nearly impossible and in a room full of her peers, they would know almost immediately something was going on between us.
One more time.
That’s all I needed was one last time, one last kiss. One last thrust. I rolled across the room, grabbing her cell number from the document and pulling out my own phone.
Should I text her, or call? Calling meant business and the chance to hear her voice, but texting her gave her a chance to read the message and absorb it. Gritting my teeth, I typed the words out that I wanted to send to her.
Me: I need you. I want you. Come see me. 2008 Chess Street.
It was a simple message and one that got straight to the point. She had to know who it was, unless there were others that were interested in her as well. I had to blink away the rage I was feeling. She was fucking mine and I would prove it to any little bastard that tried to steal her from me.
My phone chimed loudly, and my fingers shook as her number appeared across the screen, a response to my text.
I read the message once, and then a second time just for good measure, a smirk pulling at my lips.
Ava: Why don’t you call the woman you were with earlier? I’m sure she can take care of you.
Kitten had claws, and I liked claws. For some strange reason, I liked that she was jealous and territorial of me, because it meant the feelings I had were mutual. That it wasn’t all a show in an effort for an A.
Me: Sounds to me like someone is a bit jealous? Don’t make assumptions, Ava. I promise your pussy is the only one my cock or tongue has touched.
I hit send, wanting her to get here already. Hell, if I had to, I would go over to the campus dorms and get her myself.
Ava: We shouldn’t.
That’s all she said. We shouldn’t. What a brave, brave girl she was. Telling me no? Of course I fucking knew we shouldn’t. Of course I knew we were breaking every fucking rule, and oath I ever took, but didn’t she understand that I did it for her. For an entire year she had been in my class, I had been drawn to the sexy as hell blue eyed temptress. She was like a goddamn wet dream wrapped up in a perfect box with a bow on top.
Telling me to not take a bite out of her was like telling me not to breathe. It was impossible.
Me: I know we shouldn’t, but if there was anyone I would want to be bad with, it would be you. Get here stat, or I’m coming to you.
I hit send and held my head in my hands. I should let her be. Give her the goddamn grade and go bury my cock in some nameless whore. Save us both a ton of heartache and trouble. I couldn’t though, not with her slithering her way under my skin. The damage had already been done. If anyone found out about us, we would both be screwed. Therefore, fucking a second time wouldn’t do anymore harm? Right? This was a clusterfuck, an absolute mess.
The buzzing of the doorbell sounded throughout the house, and a satisfying euphoria surrounded me.
Good girl. I thought to myself, knowing it could be no one but her. She had heard the warning in my words and I didn’t even have to speak them out loud.
I hustled to the front door, afraid that if I didn’t hurry she might run off. Sweat formed against my hand as I twisted the metal doorknob, the door swung open with far more effort than needed.
Every hair on
my body stood on end as I took in her small form, standing in the shadows of my porch. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants with a long sleeve t-shirt that said something about a book boyfriend on it.
Ava. My Ava.
I gestured for her to come in and she did so slowly, her steps small as she slipped over the threshold. I watched in awe as she took in my tiny town house, and all its contents. The slamming of the door behind her caused her to jump, her body turning to face me once again. Now that we were finally together again, I couldn’t help myself.
I crossed the space between us in a breath, my hands cupping the side of her face harshly as I brought my lips to hers. I expected refusal, maybe even anger for possessing her in such a rough manner. What I didn’t expect, was for her to kiss me back with just as much possession as I was showing her.
The sweet smell of warm vanilla washed over me. She smelt like a freshly baked cupcake that I wanted to devour. Instead, I forced myself to take a step away from her even though my lips and cock begged me to do other things.
“I’m so glad you took my warning, because I wasn’t kidding, Ava. I’ve thought about you everyday for the last week. I’ve wondered what you were doing, and who you were with…” I confessed. “Then I saw you at the coffee shop, and seeing you in person, compared to just thinking about you, put everything in perspective.” Her artic blue eyes drilled into mine, and I could see the wheels spinning in her head.
“I thought that woman was a girlfriend or something…” Her cheeks warmed and her eyes darted to the floor, as if she was ashamed to admit such a weakness. I couldn’t help myself. I had to remind her that it was her that I wanted and that no one else would ever get the chance to replace her.
I was on her far faster than I realized, my fingers digging into her hips as I lifted her up in my arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around me. My cock was throbbing, begging to be unleashed from the confines of my jeans.
I possessed her mouth with my own, our tongues colliding as our teeth clashed together. We kissed like we were desperate lovers without another chance to see each other.
I slammed her back against a wall, causing one of the pictures to clatter to the floor. I didn’t care though. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.
“I need you, Ava. I’ve needed you since you left my classroom the other day. I can’t get you out of my head.” I bit her bottom lip, a loud moan of pleasure ripped from her throat and pulsed through me.
“You’ve gotten under my skin. Those mini-skirts you wear. Your rebel ways when I tell you to do something, but instead you roll your eyes…” I kissed a path from her lips, down over her chin, stopping at her throat, where her heart was beating out of control.
I could feel the thump of it against my lips as I placed a feather light kiss against it. I knew then I didn’t just want to own her, but I wanted her to own me as well. Pulling away for a second, I shucked my shirt off, throwing it to the wood floor behind me. I wanted nothing to prevent us from being skin to skin.
Ava understood my move, because as she looked at me with a longing that mirrored my own, she shucked her shirt revealing a pair of perky as fuck tits that were cradled by a black lace bra.
“I want to give you pleasure this time, Mr. Caldwell. I want you to remember me.” She pursed her lips, dropping to her knees before me. My entire world started spinning as she reached for the button my jeans.
“I’ll always remember you, Ava.” I promised, smiling down at her with adoration in my eyes.
Chapter Five
Ava
I knew I was in trouble when I couldn’t deny the man even through a text message. When he threatened to show up at my dorm, I knew I needed to just come to the address he had given me and end things the right way. Instead I found myself coming inside, kissing him, and going to my knees for him.
I was so weak when it came to this man. Terror consumed me thinking that he had found someone else, someone better. And though the thought of us being discovered scared the fuck out of me, it didn’t scare as much as never being able to see him again.
His fingers gripped me under the chin, the look in his eyes was one I wanted to see over and over again. He appreciated me. He cared for me. He loved me ? Was that even a word that I could say in the same sentence as professor?
I flicked the button on his jeans and his cock sprung free almost instantly. Why had I not noticed that he went commando before? My lips lifted in a smile as my pussy clenched. I wanted him deep inside of me, forcing orgasm upon orgasm from my body. I wanted to be owned by him.
“Own me, Ava. I’m at your mercy.” His voice cracked, and I loved the weakness, and strength he was showing me right now.
Taking his cock into my hand, I examined the length. He was bigger than I had noticed before, and far more intimidating now that I was face to face with the beast.
I took his length in an iron grip, my hand gliding over his length gently. As soon as I brought my tongue to the tip, his head tipped back and a roar left his throat. It startled me, and excited me all at the same time.
“Fuck, Ava.” He hissed, his eyes almost black with mere flecks of green in them when he finally looked down at me.
“Do you like that?” I purred, my tongue gliding over the tip, before I took the entire head of his cock into my mouth. He was wide, and long, and it was no fucking wonder why I came within seconds of him sliding into my hole.
“Do I like it? Your mouth is like heaven, Ava. What have I ever done to enter into the gates of such a place of fucking pleasure?” He growled, as I cupped his balls in my other hand. I took more of him into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat, and my eyes were watering with every hard thrust inside my mouth.
“Sweet, Ava.” My pussy clenched with every thrust in my mouth, the pleasure I was feeling from simply giving to him was so much more than I had ever expected. With one of his hands, pinching my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra, and the other at the back of my head forcing me to take all of him, I felt the distinct building of an orgasm in my belly.
I massaged his balls more while sucking harder, until I felt the tightening of his fist in my hair and the rising of his balls. Hot cum filled my mouth, and drained down my throat, the tangy saltiness almost too much for me to handle.
Looking up at Andrew made it easier though, his eyes drifted closed, and his face looked so at peace instead of the broodin g, clenched jaw fucker I always saw him as. I had caused this. I had made him feel peace.
Joyous pleasure filled my heart as he pulled himself out of my mouth, his hands in my hair forcing me to my feet, as he possessed my mouth in one fluid movement. All I could feel was his hands on me, and the searing heat of his lips against mine.
“Andrew.” I sighed heavily into his mouth, a smirk forming against my lips. I knew the fucker’s ego was getting a big as stroke from the things I was doing and saying, but I couldn’t hold back how he made me feel.
“I want to feel your pleasure, in the words that you speak.” He whispered in my ear, placing my ass against the leather love seat. I felt the nip of his teeth against my earlobe and shivers ran down my spine.
I couldn’t speak a word, not even as I watched him rip my favorite pair of yoga pants from my body, his hands making fast work of the stretchy material. He dropped to his knees before me, grabbing both of my legs by the ankles as he shoved them upwards, my back hitting the leather gently.
“I haven’t had dinner yet, Ava. Will you be my dinner, and dessert?” My fingernails scraped against the leather as I nodded my head yes. I could feel his fingers grip my thong as he shoved the black strip to the side so that he could survey his meal. A giggle erupted from deep within my chest and filled the air.
“What’s so funny, sweetness?” Andrew questioned with a raised eyebrow, no humor whatsoever written on his face. I bit my lip, shaking my head no, too afraid that if I spoke, it would come out only in a moan of pleasure.
I watched eagerly as he dipped his head low between m
y legs, his thumbs rubbing small circles along the insides of my thighs as he held my ass in place at the edge of the loveseat.
“Fuck!!!” I swore loudly. One second he was staring and the next he was sucking my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the sweet spot until I felt like I couldn’t take anymore.
“Is that what was funny?” He released my clit, a rumble of laughter falling from his lips. This man was utter torture. One second he had me begging and pleading and the next he made me want to smack the hell out of him.
“Please, don’t stop…” I squirmed beneath him, clearly ready to beg if I needed to. I was so close to that ledge, the distinct building in my belly now fading.
“Stop what? This…” He played dumb, diving back into my pussy, his tongue flicking against my clit once again. My hands went straight to his hair, holding his head in place until I got exactly what I wanted.
“More.” I pleaded and he delivered. Two fingers entered me a second later, the friction and angle of them just what I needed. I fell off the imaginary cliff within seconds of his fingers entering me. He worshipped me, all while giving me the perfect amount of possession.
I fell apart in his arms, and even as my pussy throbbed around his fingers he continued to feast on me, licking up every last drop of my release as it pulsed from my pussy. I had never felt this much pleasure before, the kind that made your bones melt and your belly feel like it was on a rollercoaster ride.
“Your fucking cum is delectable. I could literally eat the fuck out of your pussy all day and never care for another thing in the world.” His words were far from romantic, but everything he said showed me just how much I meant to him. Just how much this, the thing that was taking place between, us meant to him.
