by J. L. Beck
“Listen to me carefully because I don’t want you to go and do anything just yet. I was able to do some searching online and discovered the number belonged to Carrie.” Ava’s eyes filled with shock, her hands trembling as she brought them up to her head in despair.
“No. She wouldn’t. It has to be a mistake, Andrew. She’s my best friend. She wouldn’t do something like that.” Ava wasn’t going to believe it, that much I assumed, but I had to tell her because If I wanted this to work between us there needed to be nothing but completely honesty.
Cupping Ava’s cheeks in my hands and forcing her to look me straight in the eyes, I finished what I wanted to say. “She told me she wouldn’t tell anyone if I fucked her like I did you. If I gave her a taste of my cock she wouldn’t go to the school board. Do you know how fucked up that is?” I was seething on the inside, but my touch was gentle against Ava’s cheeks.
Her sea blue eyes squeezed shut and when they opened again a choice had been made. I could feel it, deep down in my soul.
“You’re lying to me.” Her teeth clashed against each other, tears swimming in her eyes as soon as our eyes connected. I released my hold on her, and pulled away as if she had slapped me. My mind was reeling. How had she come to that conclusion? I had done nothing to make her think I was going to hurt her, or threaten our relationship.
“Ava…” I shook my head, gripping the steering wheel firmly in my hands. I was furious, not so much with Ava, but with Carrie and the entire fucking situation.
“Don’t.” She raised her hand to stop me from speaking, her beautiful face twisted in anguish. “I’m done with this. I don’t care what you have to say. I love you. I want you. I want this to work but I can’t listen to you tell me you think my best friend, the woman I’ve made countless college memories with is trying to blackmail you, or me.”
She reached for the door handle and my entire world tipped upside down. My fists clenched and my body begged me to make her stay, to reach out and stop her. To pull my phone out and show her the proof, yet would she even believe me? If she didn’t believe my word, why would she believe any type of proof?
“I love you.” I whispered, just as she slipped out of the car. She slammed to door hard and I watched as she walked on wobbly legs to her car forcing myself to not to go after her. I had to prove to Ava that it wasn’t me that was lying. I had to show her how much I fucking wanted this, us.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and took a deep breath trying to calm my breathing and erratic heartbeat.
She loves you. She wants you. She wants this.
No one could make her surrender like I could. No one could make her beg for a release like I could. She was mine. Forever. For always.
Chapter Nine
Ava
Tears stained my cheeks, as my chest heaved out another breath. My heart was beating, but was it really? Ever since I walked away from Andrew, the day he told me my best friend was the one that was blackmailing us, I felt like a piece of my soul was missing.
I needed the man like I needed my next breath, yet I refused to listen to him and believe him? A sob escaped my lips as I wrapped my arms around my legs, praying that my grip could hold me together.
I had texted Carrie and heard not one single thing from her, which only made my mind run rampant .. This issue wasn’t something I should really be working on over text. Andrew had texted me a dozen times confessing his love for me, all while reminding me why I couldn’t give up on us.
I needed to talk him too, but I just didn’t know what to believe and with Carrie missing in action there just wasn’t enough information for me make the right choice. Squeezing my eyes shut, I shoved all the pain back inside, putting an invisible band-aide over wound.
Once I felt that I had composed myself enough, I got dressed and put on some light make up. Going and talking to Andrew wouldn’t be such a bad thing right now, I tried to assure myself, even though I just wanted to be in his presence more than anything.
I made my way down to the East wing auditorium, each step ringing out and bouncing off the other buildings. My legs carried me to exactly where they knew I needed to go. Anxiety ate away at my emotions as soon as I entered the building and headed for the door. The sound of a female voice just on the other side of the door caused my steps to falter.
“I told you if you fuck me, that I’ll let everything between Ava and you go.” I bit the inside of my cheek, bile rising in my throat. Blood pooled inside my cheek, the need to scream out in anger was all consuming.
“And I told you my relationship with Ava is far more important than any fling you could offer me. Now get the fuck out because I never want to see your face again.” I could feel the venom in Andrew’s words and felt immediate guilt for the things that I had said to him.
Carrie laughed, but it wasn’t a laugh out loud kind of laugh, it was a cruel, evil laugh. It enraged me more that she continued to carry on like none of this bothered her. I should’ve listened to him.
“You mean this…” There was a pause, and the sound of clothing hitting the floor. I took my hand placing it over my mouth to stop the angry shriek from coming out. Looking through the slit in the door I watched as Carrie removed her blouse and her bra. She stood before my boyfriend completely naked.
“Doesn’t appeal to you more than her boney body? You’re willing to pass up fucking me and risk the chance that the school may find out about your little love bird?” She snarled.
“Fuck this!” Anger fueled me as I ripped open the door. I didn’t care about anything else. I had heard enough to know that Andrew wasn’t lying to me and that I had made a really shitty choice in friends.
I didn’t feel any pain only anger as I walked right up to her, a mixture of shock and excitement filling her eyes. “Thank God you’re here, Ava. He told me to take off my shirt or he would fail both of us.” She pretended to cry and I did the one thing that I had wanted to do all while waiting outside that door the entire time.
Pulling my hand back, I swung my open hand landing against her cheek hard. Andrew looked at me with awe as if he was completely smitten by me and the fact that I had just owned my man .
“You’re a fucking liar. You couldn’t just be happy for me. It always has to be about you, Carrie. Always. Well, newsflash, it’s not. I’m not sorry for what’s happened because you brought this all on yourself.” I screamed, unable to hold myself back. I was angry, seething, an inferno of emotions.
“You fucking whore.” Carrie’s face came back to mine a bright red slap showing on her right cheek. “You slept with our fucking teacher for a passing grade and I’m the bitch? I’m the bad fucking friend? Jesus, if I had to hear one more ‘I love him’ I was going to slap the fuck out of you.” I was shocked, and that shock forced me to take a step back away from her.
Andrew was right there, right when I needed him most. His arms wrapping around me, filling the void in my chest that only he could fill.
“You can do whatever you want, Carrie. Tell the entire school I fucked Ava. Tell every staff member you can. None of it will matter now.” Andrew was so confident in his words and I wondered why.
“Oh you can bet your ass I will be telling everyone about you two…” She picked her shit up off the floor slipping her shirt on with no bra. My teeth ground together, this was the woman that was supposed to be my closest friend. I told her things I never told anyone and she ended it all because she wanted the man I was with more than she wanted our friendship.
“I’ll be sure to let everyone know you came on to me as well. I’ve resigned, Carrie. I won’t be teaching here anymore, hence all the boxes. I’m cleaning out my fucking desk.” I swallowed hard, my heart beating into my throat. He did what?
I turned in his arms an angry scowl marring my features. Carrie was looking at him too, but her look was more of shock than anything.
“You resigned…” She stumbled over her words and I could tell she knew she was caught in a big ass web that there was no escaping. All tha
t we needed now was a spider to come out and eat her ugly heart.
“Yes I did. Not because you threatened me though, but because I will protect Ava against anyone and everything that tries to hurt her, even if it takes a piece of my own happiness. I can always get another job, I cannot find another Ava though.” His admission was sweet as hell and made me hornier than I ever had been before.
“None of that matters. They’ll still believe me.” Carrie took a step backwards in the direction of the door. The only person that would be believing her lies was herself. She scurried from the room as if someone had lit a fire under her ass. She knew that she had been caught and that there was no coming back from what she had done.
Carrie had ended our friendship and as sad as that is, having Andrew expose her for the real monster she was, was the right thing to do.
“I’m sorry.” I cried into his chest, his manly scent washing over me and calming my erratic heartbeat.
“Shhhh. You don’t need to apologize, baby…” He soothed me, his hand rubbing against my hair and back. I was owned by this man . He protected me. He craved me. He loved me. There was nothing more I wanted than for someone to take care of me like he had.
“No. I didn’t believe you when I should’ve. I failed you.” The tears were real. I was a fucking mess. Andrew squeezed me tighter to his chest, holding all the fragile pieces of my heart together.
“Ava. I love you. I knew deep down inside you would come back to me. It killed me to have you hear those things, and to discover the truth this way but I knew you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I’m just thankful you showed up when you did…” He sighed into my hair placing a kiss against my forehead. “I wanted to throw her ass out into the street. I hate that she hurt you. I hate it.” I could feel the rage he was feeling, and I wanted to feel something else, something more.
I didn’t hate Carrie. No, hating her would give her a special place in my mind for the rest of my life. I simply would forget she ever existed and I would do so by starting right now.
“Take me to your house…” I pleaded. I needed his touch, but I didn’t want it here. I wanted it in his bed. His house. I wanted him in his world.
“Are you sure?” He questioned pulling back so that he could look me in the eyes. I had never been so sure of something in my life. I tipped my head up and down and let him whisk me up in his arms. He carried me out to his car, uncaring of the boxes he should be moving.
Once inside the car he put the key in the ignition and started the car. I took it upon myself then to ask him why he did all of this for me.
“You didn’t have to quit for me. I would’ve transferred.” I admitted, my hands finding there way into his lap, my fingers tracing the outline of his throbbing cock.
I could hear his sharp intake of breath and knew the effect I had on him. “If you don’t stop touching my cock right now I’m going to be forced to pull this car over and fuck you hard. Harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.” A shiver ran down my spine as I smiled, continued to trace his cock with my finger. I wanted this man to own me.
“Tsk. Tsk. Incorrect, Mr. Professor Andrew.” I purred gripping his shaft hard through his jeans. A moan of pleasure left his lips, and I nibbled on his earlobe, wondering when he would snap and slam his steel hard cock into my pussy.
“I did it because I love you, because you’re the only thing that matters to me. I will protect you till the end of time, and quitting here was protecting you. Like I said, I can find another job. I can’t find another you.”
My heart fluttered out my chest, and floated out the window. I gripped his cock again, harder than previously, watching as his eyes dilated. Now we were on the same level.
“That’s a good answer…” I whispered, just as we pulled into the driveway of his townhouse.
Chapter Ten
Andrew
I was going to fuck her so hard she would feel me for the next fucking week. She was a delicious fucking temptation and one that I would always give in to no matter the consequences. We didn’t even make it through the front door before we were ripping our clothes off, her nails scraping against the button on my jeans while my hands made quick work of her blouse and yoga pants.
“I’ve craved this since the night you walked away from me. I wanted to spank you so hard, and force you to take my cock right there. You enraged me.” My teeth sank into her bottom lip right before I sucked it into my mouth soothing the painful bite away.
“I’m sorry. Walking away from you was nearly impossible.” Her words calmed me. I knew she was just trying to protect herself and I was hardly mad at her, but having her ignore me for days made this crazy obsession I had with her that much more profound.
“Shhh, no more talking. I want to show you how I feel instead of tell you.” I winked, carrying her to my bedroom. Our bedroom.
Placing her on the bed, I did the one thing I had longed to do over the last forty eight hours. I kissed her. Really kissed her. I refused to stop until my lips had touched every single ounce of her flesh.
“Andrew.” She sighed my name, squirming beneath me. I was going to devour her pussy next, but instead of me being on my knees for her she was going to be on her knees for me, while she rode my face.
Returning to the mattress, I directed her to sit up and on my face. Her cheeks warmed but she did as she was told.
My hands moved of their own accord as I held her lips open, my tongue flicking against her clit with just the right amount of pressure.
“Fuck my face, Ava. Fuck it.” I growled against her pussy, her sweet juices dripping into my mouth. The salty taste of her against my lips almost overpowered me. I wanted to sink eight inches deep into her pussy, my home.
I continued to my assault on her, as she ground her pussy into my face. I slipped my tongue deep into her tight hole. She was so fucking tight I was almost certain my tongue was going to get stuck inside her.
“More… Please…” She begged clawing at my head as her movements became jerky. She was close, so fucking close, and I wanted that release. I wanted to own it. To claim it.
Sucking her clit into my mouth and refusing to release it until she fell off the edge, she fell apart on my face her release filling my mouth. I had never felt so fucking proud of myself, and I was even prouder of Ava for letting me have this moment with her.
Without giving her a moment to rest I eased out from underneath her, licking my lips. Then I rolled her over onto her belly and helped her to her knees. I wanted to pound my love into her.
“Fuck…” She pawed at the sheets, as I slid in to the hilt, my balls slapping against her clit in one fluid motion.
“Oh, I’m going to, sweetheart…” I slapped one of her ass cheeks hard and the rubbed the pain away, watching as she arched her back into my touch.
“Beg.” I ordered, pulling all the way out.
“Please fuck me…” She pleaded and I smiled, because I wasn’t going to give in that easily, not this time.
“How badly do you want it?” I questioned pulling all the way out of her, swirling my cock at her entrance. She gazed at me over her shoulder, her blue eyes glittering with mischief.
“Give it to me, motherfucker…” She swore, and I kid you not my cock grew harder. I laughed, sinking deep into her warmth, my home. No, we weren’t your conventional couple but we loved each other more and more every day and I would be damned if I was going to let anyone take something as special as her away from me.
“Oh fuck me…” The words vibrated from her throat, as she tried to hold on. My hands gripping her hips in a vice like grip, while her pussy took from me every single piece of my heart.
“I am, baby. I fucking am.” I growled, placing my hand against her neck pushing her down, so I could go deeper. She obliged, sinking to the mattress with little convincing.
My head titled back and my entire body locked up as I hit the sweet spot in her cunt. Her muscles clenched around me, pushing me to my release. Light flickered behind my l
ids as my body soared into the heavens, a bolt of pleasure going down my spine.
It would never be better than this. Ava owned me. She was more than my student now. She was my lover. My everything , my all.
Epilogue
One year later
I was so excited, my fingers shaking as I picked up the test and looked at it again and again wondering how I was going to tell him.
“Ava baby, you’re going to be late for graduation if you don’t hurry up.” Andrew warned, his voice dipping low. He was older than me but that didn’t mean I let him boss me around.
“I’m pregnant, Andrew.” I blurted out the words, even though I wanted to do something amazing. I couldn’t withhold the information. I needed him to know. The moment was perfect. Life couldn’t have been more perfect.
He had a good job, better than at SU where we had met and where I was graduating today. I did night classes over the summer so I could graduate early, and surprisingly, Carrie got what was coming to her.
One of the guys she was sleeping with ended up exposing nudes she sent him to everyone on campus. Karma was karma.
“What the fuck!” He shoved through the bathroom door, a profound look in his eyes. He seemed shocked but excited.
“See it says pregnant right here…” I pointed to the small screen. He pulled the test from my hand and eyed it like it was going to explode or something.
“Oh fuck, I need to sit down.” He muttered sitting down onto the toilet. I let out a girly giggle even though nothing about the situation was funny.
“You’re going to be a daddy, Andrew. We went from being nothing but a sassy student and asshole teacher to being lovers, who were now going to have a baby.” I announced as if he didn’t know any of the above.
“Deep breaths.” He spoke under his breath, sinking to his knees on the floor. Was he sick?
“Are you o… ” I stopped midsentence, watching as he pulled a small black box out of his dress slacks. His hands were shaking, and his eyes sought mine out.
