“That’s not why I’m here, Marcia.”
“Oh.” Her lips purse into a tight little pucker. “Why are you here then?”
“I quit.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I quit. Effective immediately.”
“Colton, you can’t just quit. You need to give notice. Two weeks’ notice, at least.”
“Marcia, I’m sleeping with a student.”
She looks shocked.
“You and I both know it’s in the college’s best interest if I step down right away. Before the news circulates.”
“But, Colton … who is it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I mean, was it a one-off or is it something … on-going?”
“On-going.” In fact, I’m planning on going home as soon as I can get the hell out this boring, crusty old institution. At my very first opportunity, I plan on fucking her tight, wet little pussy until she screams my name and digs her fingernails into my back. Any questions?
I’m in a foul mood.
Marcia taps her pencil on her goddamn desk. “Well, I guess under the circumstances it would be best if you …”
“Left now?”
“Finished out the remainder of the day and then … quietly took your leave.”
“Fine.”
“Colton?”
“Yes?”
“If you broke it off immediately, it could probably be overlooked. I’m sure you’ve been discrete.”
Actually, no. People were watching through their binoculars as she sat on top of me on the deck of my yacht, naked, riding me into the sunset. “I don’t want to break it off.”
“You wouldn’t rather a legitimate, legal relationship with a very … respectable admirer?”
“No.”
She scowls. “Colton, think about what you’re doing. You’re willing to throw away your career for some underage bimbo?”
“She’s neither underage nor a bimbo. And yes, I am. I have a new career.”
She looks hurt, but I can’t worry about that. “Well,” she says. “It sounds like you’ve made your decision, then.”
“Yes. I have.”
“I’ll facilitate the necessary paperwork, in that case.”
“Thank you.” I turn towards the door.
“Colton?”
“If you change your mind …”
“I won’t. Goodbye, Marcia. Good luck with the department overhaul.”
“Thank y—”
I close the door behind me, making my way down to lecture hall C, where I have my first class of the day.
I’m dreading this. Badly.
I get to the class and there are a few students there, sitting in their seats, talking quietly.
Ivy’s not here yet, thank fuck. I hope she doesn’t come here at all today. I hope she’s deferring her placement as we speak. Taking a semester off to do some traveling: that was the excuse. Leave it open-ended, in case she wants to come back.
So nine o’clock rolls around and I start talking about Economic theories. I start to relax a little. She’s not coming. I start to get into my routine, droning on about the topic for a few more minutes, writing a few things up on the white board.
I hear the door open.
Fuck.
It’s her.
She’s dressed in a tiny little white dress that hugs every curve and leaves nothing to the imagination. She sits in the front row. “Sorry I’m late, Professor Harrison,” she coos in her little angel’s voice.
I glare at her and try my best to ignore her.
Fuck.
Just having her that close to me, after everything that’s happened.
Shit.
My cock starts to harden. I start desperately thinking about football scores and the goatherders of Mongolia – anything to get her out of my head.
And when I look at her again, she’s got a mischievous little grin on her perfect face. Her legs are apart and I can see she’s not wearing any panties. Her bare pink pussy is lightly swollen and glistening with moisture. My cock goes instantly rock-fucking-hard.
“Ivy,” I growl. “Can I see you outside for a minute, please?”
I don’t care that the other students look confused. And I don’t wait for her answer. I storm over to the door and vacate the premises before my hard-on becomes too obvious to anyone else in the room.
As soon as she’s out in the hall with me I drag her down to a locked closet, which I happen to know has office supplies and textbooks in there because I sometimes use it. And I have a key.
I open the door, turn on the dim light and drag her inside.
“Are you crazy?” I seethe.
She’s laughing, the little minx. She’s enjoying torturing me beyond reason. “Your face,” she giggles. “You should have seen your face.”
I push all the textbooks off a table. Then I lift her and sit her ass on the edge of it. I unzip my pants and touch the head of my cock between the insanely slippery folds of her pussy. I don’t wait for her permission. She’s pushed me too far. I thrust deep, filling her entirely with my fiercely-hot manmeat. She cries out but it’s a sound she makes when she’s getting close.
“How does my face look now, baby girl?”
Her eyes are drowsy with her lust. Her pussy tightens and quivers with the first spasms of her climax. “It looks beautiful. I love you, Colton. I’m sorry I teased you. I just love it so much when you fuck me.”
So I do. I fuck her hard until she’s moaning loudly and I hold my hand over her mouth to try to keep her quiet. “Quiet, baby. We’re in a goddamn office supplies closet.”
Just as the first spurt of my orgasm starts, the door opens.
I try to stop coming, but I can’t. I pull Ivy closer and wrap my arms around her, to protect her from whoever is invading our haven. I’m trying to focus on what’s going on but I’m coming. Hard. Ropes of cum are pulsing out of my cock as her pussy clenches lovingly around me. It’s so fucking intense I can’t see straight. We just hold each other, breathing hard, locked in a secret, rippling embrace.
“Colton.”
Jesus H. Christ. Someone’s standing there, watching us.
It’s a few more seconds before I can speak. “Marcia.”
“Your class was wondering what happened to you.”
“I guess it’s pretty fucking clear what happened to me, isn’t it? I fell in lust. And, against all odds, I fell in love. So if you don’t mind leaving us the fuck alone so we can finish up, I’d appreciate it.”
Marcia gives me a sad-faced once-over.
“Get out,” I growl. Then – thank Christ – the bitch finally closes the door. I hold my baby closer, kissing her face. “Probably not a good idea to tease me like that again in public, baby girl.”
“Maybe you’re right, you big lusty beast,” she says, giggling. I’m glad one of us can find humor in this situation. “So can we go back to the boat now?”
“Yes. Yes we can.”
Colton and I have spent the past three months sailing around the Caribbean. We got married in a small private ceremony on a beach in the Bahamas. He proposed to me three days after we left our ‘real’ lives behind, but he said we should wait. Until I was a little older, so I was really sure I wanted to marry him. It took a little bit of convincing him that I loved him. That I had absolutely no doubt I wanted to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him. Eventually, he relented. It made me cry that he refused at first and I made love to him so sweetly, I think I finally convinced him. I can’t imagine anyone being so careful with me, or loving, or protective. He is simply the dreamiest man who ever lived. And every day, he just gets dreamier.
We’re on the boat, which is my favorite place on earth. It’s our little haven and we can be together without anyone interrupting us or even knowing where we are.
Ever since that day I went to his office for extra help, we’ve hardly been apart at all. We don’t want to be apart.
We’re in bed and it’s morning. I have no
idea what time it is. It doesn’t matter. We get to just exist and live and make love whenever we want. It’s like paradise. His cock is still inside me and I can feel the usual trickle of his cum down my thighs. He overflows me every time.
“I was thinking about something,” I tell him, kissing his mouth.
He’s staring into my eyes, his hands cupping my ass, keeping himself deep inside me. “What were you thinking about?”
“Babies.”
We’ve had this conversation before and he doesn’t think it’s the right time. “You’re too young,” he says. “There might be things you want to do first, like traveling and finishing your studies and whatever else.”
“We are traveling.”
“I mean like to Paris or Rome or Tokyo or something. The Grand Canyon or Bali or Barcelona. Places like that.”
“Babies aren’t allowed in those places?”
“Ivy, you’re only eighteen. Wait a few years. I’ll be right here and we can make babies whenever you want.”
“I want to make a baby now. With you.”
“How about this,” he says. “Let me take you on a round-the-world tour. We’ll make a list of all the places we want to go, and we’ll spend some time exploring exotic locations. Then we’ll come back here and live on the boat. Or maybe buy a house in the Keys somewhere. And I’ll give you a baby.”
“You will?”
“I will. But what about your studies? Don’t you want to finish your degree?”
“I do, and I just signed up to finish it online. Since I live with a professor and I can get extra help whenever I want, I thought it might be a good way to do it.”
He smiles, squeezing my ass. I can feel him getting hard again. “You sure do need a lot of extra help.”
I kiss him again. “Your lessons are so thorough, Professor Harrison. I feel very well-schooled.”
He laughs and I can feel his laughter inside me along with the beat of his heart.
I open my eyes. The light is soft like it gets just before dawn. The windows of our room are open and the air is warm.
I’ve become used to this feeling, of not knowing exactly where I am and not caring. All I need to know is that he’s here with me. My beautiful husband, his big body wrapped around me, keeping me safe. I’m curled on my side, drowsed with warmth and sleep, entirely encompassed in Colton’s protective embrace. He kisses my neck lazily and I feel the playful bite of his teeth. His arm is wrapped around me, his hand fondling my breast. He teases my soft nipple between two fingers, rolling gently until it hardens into a tight little bud. Then he moves to the other breast, doing the same, touching both with the span of his fingers, playing my body with sensual tenderness.
“Where are we?” I whisper, easing back against him more snugly, loving the feel of his warm body against mine.
“Venice,” he says, and I remember. Yesterday we rode in a gondolier’s boat and ate our dinner at the Michelin-starred restaurant below our hotel, which looks out towards Piazza San Marco. It’s our fifth day in Venice. This time, we’ve been traveling for six months, through Europe and before that Asia, and South America. Our next stop is Rome.
“After Rome, I think we should go home,” I say.
Last year we bought a house on the big island of Hawaii. It has five bedrooms, a covered dock with two berths for Colton’s boats, and our front yard is a white-sand beach. After spending the past three years traveling to every continent and almost every country on earth, it feels like time. Plus, just last week we made a decision. I went off the pill. We talked about it and even though I’m only twenty-one, I want a baby. I want a family, with him. Colton says he never thought about having a family until he met me. He never thought he would find the right person, until that first day I walked into his class. We fell for each other at the exact same moment. It just took us a while to act on it.
Money is no issue. Colton’s investments have skyrocketed in the past year. Turns out he has a knack for reading the stock market. With his help I started my own little portfolio. In just six months, it has more than tripled. And I’ve almost finished earning my degree, which I’ve been completing online and through correspondence.
His hand roves to my hip, caressing lower, to the back of my thigh, which he eases higher, positioning me. I feel the length of his scorching shaft against my backside, rubbing between. His fingers open me and he guides himself inside, just barely entering me from behind. He holds himself still, leaving the head of his cock nestled between the lips of my pussy.
“I want you,” I whisper. “I want you to come inside me.”
Knowing he can get me pregnant any time has made me even more wild for my man. I want to make love to him all the time. I want him to spill his hot seed deep inside my body.
My husband knows this, and he teases me, making me beg. He continues to stroke and touch my breasts unhurriedly, smiling against my neck. With his other hand, he fingers the tiny delicate nub of my clit, circling with languid deliberation until my pussy is slick with honey.
“You sure you want me to, baby girl?” he teases, knowing I’m desperate.
He can tease me as much as he wants, but I know how to tempt him until he loses all control. “You know I do,” I gasp, breathless with my desire for him.
These past few years have been like a dream. Colton gives me everything I could ever want, and much, much more. I never imagined I’d find a man so beautiful, so dedicated to fulfilling my every desire, so strong and protective and caring. And so incredibly willing and able to give me mind-blowing pleasure every minute of the day.
The pleasure and the love has bonded us irrevocably. I love him more than I ever thought I could love anyone. I need him. I need him to touch me and hold me and make love to me. And he needs me. He tells me this on practically an hourly basis.
“Do you know how much I love you, baby girl?” he whispers. “Do you know how happy you make me?”
I arch my back and ease my hips against him, taking more of his thick cock inside. He groans and holds himself still. But I squirm against him, wanting more, squeezing him with my inner muscles until he can’t resist how good it feels. He pushes deeper, and deeper, until he’s fully inside me. My body welcomes him, clenching invitingly around this thickness until he groans again.
“I love you,” I tell him softly. “I love you so much.”
“Oh, God, Ivy, you feel too good.”
“Give me everything,” I gasp, trying to control the pleasure, but it’s bigger than I am. It fills me as he fucks me and the melting bliss is too good. My pussy starts to squeeze him in soft, rhythmic tugs, pulling him deeper.
He pulls me closer and his huge cock presses deeper into me, forcing my pleasure even higher. I start to come hard. My whole body is coming, working the length of him until his cock starts to jerk and spill hot, pulsing jets of his cum deep inside me.
Our climax lasts a long time. Our bodies pump and writhe and grip like we can’t get close enough, until every drop of his cum is inside me. I can feel the flooding warmth of his seed everywhere.
He doesn’t pull out.
We’ve had enough sight-seeing. All we want to do is stay in bed all day and make love. Again. And again.
By the time the sun starts to set, we sit at the window. He orders room service. He holds me on his lap and feeds me as we look down over the canals and watch the boats as the sun sets over the water and the spires of the Piazzo San Marco.
He smooths my hair back from my face and kisses my lips. He looks into my eyes. “You all right, sweetheart? You’re quiet tonight.”
I am all right. I’m so all right I can’t speak. My heart feels so big, like it might burst, and there are tears in my eyes.
His brow furrows and he gives me a look of such concern I cry even more. “Hey. What’s wrong with my baby girl?” He looks so handsome, with his hair messed up and his face swarthy and tanned from the sun and the sea.
“Nothing,” I say. “Nothing. Everything’s perfect. You’re
perfect. I love you.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart. More than I can bear. You’re my girl. My beautiful girl.”
I can’t know for sure, but I can feel it. I feel like a vessel that exists to contain love. My heart beats for him, as though slowed by satiation of body and soul. My body feels beyond replete, filled with his seed and ripe with possibilities.
I might have his baby inside me.
This fills me with so much joy I make love to him all over again.
A few weeks later, we get back to our house in Hawaii. The renovations Colton asked some contractors to do were finished while we were away and the house looks divine. Big folding doors framed by wood open the entire front of the house to the beach. Our master bedroom suite has been completely redone and is beyond my wildest expectations.
I leave him to bring in the last of our luggage as I go into the master bathroom and take out the little kit I secretly bought before we left Italy.
I’m late. By almost a week.
I take the pregnancy test. Then I wait, looking out to the view of the turquoise ocean, amazed at what my life has become. This. With him, the love of my life.
Then I do it: I look at the small plastic stick resting there on the marble sink.
And there, in the little window, is a small + sign.
My heart’s beating fast.
For some reason I always knew Colton would get me pregnant right away, as soon as we started trying. He is, without a doubt, the most virile hunk of masculinity I’ve ever seen. It’s one of the reasons I fell so hard and so fast for him in the first place.
And here it is. Proof.
I’m going to have his baby.
I put my hands on my tummy. I’m overwhelmed. I feel powerful, humming with my own fertility. I feel young and healthy and happier than I’ve ever been.
Then I go out to find him. He’s out in the kitchen, pouring us two glasses of champagne. He sees me come in and smiles at me. His dark eyes sparkle and he looks so handsome he literally takes my breath away.
I stand close to him and when he looks down at me, it’s like he’s thinking the same thing. He looks as euphoric as I feel.
“Professor Colton? There’s something I need to tell you.” I sometimes still call him professor. It always makes him smile.
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