Luck of Love

by Aleman, Tiffany

  Nodding my consent, he lifts himself onto the heels of his hands and pushes into me slowly. Closing my eyes my back bows off the bed at the intense pressure. I hear Derrick trying to control his breathing, and in between pants he says, “Baby open your eyes, I need to see you.” Opening my eyes, so much love and adoration shines through Derrick’s as he stares back at me. Pulling him down to me, as my lips start to brush against his he says, “Babe this is the part that’s going to hurt okay. So I’m going to push through real fast and then I’ll stop.”

  Nodding, I whisper, “Okay.” Derrick thrusts forward, slamming into me until the base of him is flush against me. “Arghhhh!” I scream out as I feel the shredding of my innocence.

  Burying his face in the crook of my neck his breath comes in quick spurts as he worships my body with his lips. “Baby, can I move? Are you okay?” He asks.

  My hands glide over his muscular back reaching his sculpted ass. I pull him into me as I lift my hips up revealing that I want him to move; and that I’m okay.

  Moving in and out achingly slowly a groan from deep within him vibrates throughout my body and sets me off. “God…baby, you’re so tight,” he says through gritted teeth. Pulling back to where he’s almost out of me he slides back in slowly. The sensations coursing through my body feel like nothing I have ever felt before. My skin is ultrasensitive everywhere he touches me. A fire burns deep within me. It started as a simmer, but after each thrust from Derrick, that simmer has grown into a raging fire.

  Gazing into my eyes he pants saying, “Baby I love you. Wrap your legs around me.”

  I wrap my legs around his waist, giving him deeper access. He sits up leaning back on his heels, grabs onto my hips, and sets a punishing rhythm, thrusting into me fast and hard. My hips move in time with his. Our breathing becomes faster as my entire body begins to tingle. With me writhing under him, I scream, “Oh…My…God… Derrick!”

  Beads of sweat roll down his forehead falling like rain drops onto my breasts. He begins to pound into me, reaching my womb. I moan loudly screaming his name as he pant heavily asking, “You like that baby? You like my cock so deep in you that you can feel it in your stomach? You like me pounding into you like this?

  “Yes…Derrick…God…yes!” I scream as his erotic words sends my orgasm spiraling out of control and pushing me over the edge. My legs begin to shake as his hard cock throbs inside me, letting me know that he’s right there with me. Climaxing, I watch his head tip back, and the muscles and veins in his neck bulge as he calls out my name. Turning into the passionate lover that he is, he drops his mouth to mine, kissing me with so much desire as we ride out the aftershocks of our climax together. “I love you Derrick, don’t ever forget that.”

  “I love you too Blake, more than you know,” he says kissing every square inch of my face.

  Behind the large desk sitting in the center of the room hangs a white dry erase board with words written in Spanish on it. Dread sinks deep down in me—to my core. Sitting at my desk, I try to stand, but I’m frozen in place. Panic floods my veins like heroine altering one’s senses. “Miss Riley you haven’t been studying, have you?” Chills engulf my flesh just from hearing his voice. Warm salty tears cascade down my face as panic seizes me. Quietly I beg, “Please, please don’t do this to me.” Gut wrenching sobs tear at me from deep within my soul as I continue pleading with him, “Not again, please not again.” Walking around from behind me, he slams his hands down on my desk. Jumping, I come face to face with my devil. Staring back at me with black eyes, void of any empathy he hisses, “You made a C on your last test because you aren’t taking my class seriously. Maybe you didn’t learn last time, but you will today” Shaking my head frantically back and forth, my voice quavers as I say, “Sen᷉or, please, I don’t need another lesson. I promise, I’ll do better next time.” Reaching out with calloused fingers, he wipes my bangs back from my eyes. Tightly squeezing my eyes shut, I recoil from his touch. I yank my face back and away from his grasp. “Shh…mi amor, just remember you brought this on yourself. You know what to do. Place both of your hands palms down on the desk and don’t move them or I’ll restrain you. I don’t think you want what happened last time to happen again, do you?” Knowing that no one is going to save me, I concede to his demands. With my hands palms down on the desk, my head hangs in defeat as silent sobs wreck me. Forcefully, he lifts my head grabbing my chin, he says with venom laced in his tone, “Stop crying or I’ll be forced to give you something to cry about.” Searching my eyes and my face, his mouth closes in on mine. Stopping within an inch from my lips he says to me through hooded eyes, “I’m going to kiss you now and you better kiss me like you mean it, do you understand me?” With my lips and chin quivering, I whisper, “Yes.” His eyes go wide while he tightens his grip on my face and says with a growl, “That’s not the proper language to use in my classroom, try again.” Hiccupping in between breaths, I whisper, “Si sen᷉or.” Crashing his mouth to mine, he tries to coax my lips open with his tongue. Bile rises up in the back of my throat. Sitting there like a statue with wide eyes my lips stay firmly closed—fighting him. His fingers dig into the top of my thigh. Searing pain shoots through my leg. Opening my mouth to scream, his tongue darts into my mouth, forcing me to respond to his kiss. I can taste the salt from my tears gliding down my face mixing with his saliva. Pulling back from my face he uses the pad of his thumb, as he stares at my mouth and says, “Your lips are swollen just like I like them. It lets me know that I have been here.” Stepping behind me, he yanks me to my feet by my hair. Dragging me over to the wall lockers inside the classroom, forcefully he shoves me up against them. Caging me in with his body pressed tightly behind mine, he whispers in a husky voice, “Blake, I’m going to make you feel so good. Place your hands behind your back, palms out.” Hesitation halts all my movements and my coherent thoughts. When he realizes that I’m not complying with his order he bites down piercing the outer shell of my ear. The pain is so fierce that my breath catches in my throat. I can feel the warmth of my blood trickling down the outside of my ear. Automatically, my hands go back behind my back, complying with his demand. Tears spring from my eyes, running down my face and I know that I have to keep the sobs at bay or else the next reprimand will be a lot worse. His hands slide around my waist unbuttoning my pants. I hold my breath, hoping that I’ll pass out. At least then, I won’t feel anything. Sliding his calloused fingers down the front of my stomach and into my panties, I try again pleading and begging, “Please, please don’t do this. I beg of you please don’t do this.” Taking the tip of his tongue he laps up the trickle of blood running down my ear. In a deep husky voice he says, “Oh… I love it when you beg me and I can guarantee you’ll be begging just like you do every other time.”

  “Babe, Blake…Blake, wake up babe.” My eyes spring open, breathing heavily, vomit sits at the base of my throat. Flinging myself from the bed, I sprint for the bathroom shutting the door behind me. Dropping to my knees in front of the toilet, I expel what contents I have left. With the back of my hand, I wipe the tears and sweat from my face while my other hand grips the toilet. Rapping on the door, Derrick asks, “Babe, are you okay?”

  Not wanting him to see me like this, I stand up and walk over to the sink and I yell back through the door, “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

  Placing my palms on the vanity, I look at myself in the mirror and whisper, “It was just a dream, Blake.”

  Walking out of the bathroom and crawling back into the bed, Derrick wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him. Resting his head on top of mine he asks, “Is everything okay babe?”

  Shaking my head, “It was just a nightmare,” I whisper.

  Driving to Blake’s, it’s been almost three weeks since I’ve seen her and I still cannot get those screams from her nightmare out of my head. I wish there was some way I can help her, but I know there’s not. We had talked earlier last week, and she asked if I wanted to go to Dean’s parents’ house for Thanksgiving. She sa
id that Dean’s mom had invited us over and that she would be upset if we didn’t show up. I told her it was fine, but I didn’t want to feel as if I was intruding. After all, I barely know Dean and I’ve never met his family. Blake insisted that I’d love them and that we’d have a good time.

  When I talked to her earlier this afternoon, I tried to convince her to come and stay with me tonight, but she argued with me saying that we never stay at her place and that we’re always at mine. Blake said she’d make it worth my while and that we would have the place to ourselves. I didn’t see a need to argue after that. She said that Dean was catching the train to Long Island tonight and that Frankie was closing the bar for the next two days since it’s Thanksgiving.

  With dusk approaching, I pass the Ocean City limits sign, where my anticipation of seeing Blake builds. With both of our schedules conflicting, we haven’t had a chance to see each other. My sweaty palms grip the steering wheel as I pull into the parking lot across the street from Blake’s. I jump out of the car taking a deep breath. I hope I don’t strip her naked and take her on the couch as soon as I see her.

  Standing on the landing in front of Blake’s door knocking, my cell phone vibrates. Reaching in and pulling it out of my pocket, I open a text from Blake.

  Blake: It’s open. Come in and find me ;)

  With a smile spreading across my face, I open the door walking in. Closing it behind me, I walk past the couch, tossing my bag on it.

  Searching for Blake, I go to the last room I haven’t looked in yet. Opening her door I’m frozen in place when I see a very sexy Blake standing in front of me, wearing a pair of black stilettos, black stockings with garter belts attached to a pair of lacy boy shorts, and a black bra that has me salivating at the sight of her. My dick jumps to attention, as a white satin tie hangs around her neck and over her breasts, the tip skims above her belly button. Her wavy hair hangs freely down her back. A pair of scarlet red square framed glasses rests on her face completing her look. Spinning around slowly letting me take in the full effect of this vixen who is Blake Riley, I say huskily, “Well this is a nice surprise.”

  Sauntering towards me, swaying her hips back and forth, I clear my throat when she reaches me. Tracing her finger along my collarbone and up my neck, she leans into me and whispers seductively, “Well hello Mr. James. I see you got my text. I seem to be in need of some assistance tonight.” Tracing the shell of my ear with the tip of her tongue, my body stiffens, as the bulge in my pants grows harder. Grabbing my hand, Blake guides me towards a chair that sits in the middle of her room surrounded by the soft glow of candles placed sporadically throughout. Sitting down, I rest my arms on the armrests of the chair. With hooded eyes, I ask Blake, “Are you sure you want to play this game with me?”

  Her eyebrow lifts as she answers, “This is my game Mr. James and you have to follow the rules, or else you don’t get to play.” She leaves me sitting in the chair as she walks across the room. With her back to me, she says, “There are two rules, and if you break either of them there will be consequences. I’ll tell you when the rules no longer apply, then and only then are you allowed to do what you want to me. Rule number one: Do not touch me at all; if you do, I’ll restrain you. Rule number two: Don’t speak. If you say one word, well, you’ll miss one hell of a show.” Fiddling with her iPod, Beyonce’s “Dance for You,” comes over the speakers.

  Walking back to me and standing within my reach, she leans down so that we’re eye to eye, asking, “Do you understand my rules?”

  Nodding in agreement, she leans in further smiling and kissing me softly. “Good, just sit back and enjoy the show,” she whispers against my lips.

  Stepping back and away from me, Blake’s hips slowly rock back and forth following the rhythm of the beat. My heart beats erratically while her hands skim over the tops of her breasts. Moaning, her head tips back, with her hands gliding further south finally reaching the apex of her thighs. I groan in approval from her actions, causing her head to snap up. Blake’s hooded eyes connect with mine as they burn with pure lust and fire. Watching me watch her, her fingers brush against the garter belts that are connected to those barely there boy shorts.

  Stepping in front of me, she drops down to a crouch. Placing her hands on my knees, she lightly slides her hands up my thighs, stopping right before she reaches my rock hard cock. I’m so turned on that if she touches me anywhere else I’m going take her right here, right now, on this chair.

  Snaking her body up against my front, my head drops back against the chair groaning. When I feel her nip at my neck, I snap. Lifting my head and meeting her eyes, I grab her hips and say through gritted teeth, “That’s it. I’ve played your game long enough—now you’re mine.”

  Shooting up out of the chair, I strip out my clothes faster than I ever have before. Sitting back down, I grasp onto Blake’s tie pulling her forward. Releasing it, I grab the sides of those sexy as sin lacy boy shorts shredding them into pieces. I dip my head, my nose skims up along her inner thighs reaching her dripping wet sex. In a throaty raspy tone I say, “Mmm…so ready. I love the way you taste, and the way you smell.” Looking up at her through my lashes, I flick my tongue against her clit asking, “Do you know what you’ve done to me?”

  Flicking my tongue against her again, I say, “Answer me Blake.”

  Moaning she stammers, “I…I…don’t know what I’ve done Derrick.”

  Pulling back from her sex, I yank down on her tie, forcing her to be face to face with me. “You’ve made me so hard that I hope you’re ready baby because I’m about to fuck the shit out of you.” Crashing my mouth to hers, I kiss her with so much hunger and desire that I lose all my inhibitions. Snaking one arm behind her back, I pull her down on top of me, impaling her without any warning. I don’t prepare her in any way. I thrust in and out of her pushing back against her chest, so that she reclines over the back of my arm.

  “We forgot a condom,” Blake screams with wide eyes.

  “It’s okay, I’ll pull out,” I say lost in the moment.

  Plunging deeper and harder, she screams, “Fuck Derrick…it’s so fuckin’ deep!”

  With fast unsteady breaths I reply, “Well hold on baby because it’s about to get a whole hell of a lot deeper.”

  My body starts trembling as my climax hits me full force. Blake’s head drops to my shoulder as she bites me sending me over the edge.

  “You forgot to pull out,” she says panting against my shoulder.

  “I’m so sorry I got caught up in the moment. Are you on the pill?” How could I be so stupid? I’m too busy with my career and she’s too young to have a kid.

  “No, not yet. I was going to get on it after I got my next period.”

  “This is twice now Blake,” I say sighing. God I can’t believe we’re both being so irresponsible. “Do you remember when your last period was, or when you’re supposed to have another one?”

  “It was in the middle of October. I don’t remember the actual date, and as far as when my next one is due, it should be soon.”

  “Okay. I think we should be good, but please remember to get on the pill as soon as you get your period.”

  “Okay. Can we please not dwell on this right now? I haven’t seen you in what three weeks. I want to spend time with you,” she says leaning into me for a kiss.

  Kissing her passionately and raking my fingers through her hair, I look deep into Blake’s green eyes and whisper against her lips, “God I’ve missed you. I love you.”

  “I love you too Derrick,” she whispers back with a wide smile.

  Playfully smacking her derriere and lifting her off me I say, “Now come on, let’s go shower and get to bed.”

  Returning from the shower, Derrick follows behind me laughing, trying to strip me of my towel. Swatting his hands away, “We need to go to bed. I have to get up early to make a couple of pies to take to Dean’s parents house in the morning,” I say, pulling on a pair of black sleep shorts and a tan tank top.

 
; Picking my phone up off the dresser, I reach for the charger to plug it in. All the blood drains from my face as a text message pops up on my phone.

  Unknown: I’ve been watching you…you can’t keep avoiding me…I’ll see you again…soon

  Slipping through my fingers, the phone crashes to the floor. I look over my shoulder to Derrick. “D...Derr…Derrick…,” I say barely breathing out. All speech evades me. My breaths come in spurts when black dots invade my vision. The only thing I can hear is the thudding of my heart as it beats a frantic tattoo in my chest. Fear courses through me like poison.

  Rushing to my side and grabbing onto my shoulders, Derrick crouches down in front of me asking, “Babe, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Panic fills his voice as his eyes search my face.

  “He found me,” I reply in a hushed whisper. It’s all I’m able to say.

  I feel Derrick’s strong arms surround me just as my knees buckle beneath my weight and my vision fades in and out.

  My eyes flutter open to Derrick’s soft whispers telling me he won’t let anyone hurt me, that we’ll get my number changed and that he’ll do whatever he has to do to protect me. With my head cradled in his lap, he brushes my hair back and away from my face.

  Clearing my throat, he lifts his head and I’m left looking into a pair of hazel eyes filled with concern. “What happened?” I croak out.

  In a hushed tone he answers, “Babe you fainted. I caught you as soon as I noticed what was happening. You said that ‘he found you,’ who found you?”

  “He found me Derrick, my old Spanish teacher.”

  Pulling back he says, “Blake you have to call the police.”

  “I know, but I’m scared. I just can’t do it right now,” I reply with tears welling up, threatening to spill.

  “Okay, but you’re going to have to do it soon. In the meantime, I have a friend whose an attorney in the city. Let me talk to him and see what he can find out about this guy. You’re going to need to tell me his name babe.”