"Why do you give a shit what people think of you?" he asked her. "You're an intelligent young woman. You know who you really are. Why does it matter what anyone thinks of you?"
"If people think we're sleeping together, they might assume I'm only getting my grade because I'm persuading you to give me a higher grade with my body," she told him.
Logan furrowed his brow, his fingers still lingering on her skin, his thumb extending to her chin so he could lightly place it on her skin.
"You fucking think your body is going to inspire good grades?" he asked. His voice wasn't arrogant but there was a challenging taint to it. He even quirked his brow to emphasize his point. "If anything, I'm going to be harder on you. I expect more from you compared to everyone else. You're not like them. That's why you need to stop worrying about them and what they think."
"It's not just me I worry about," Peyton shot back, staring at him. "Besides the fact that you have tenure, you’ve been able to get away with sleeping with your TA's because they're your TA's. I'm more than just your TA. I'm your student. And tenure might not protect you from breach of ethics."
"You?" He asked with his eyebrow, pushing it up and dropping his hand from her neck so he could cross his arms over his chest. "Worried about me?"
She rolled her eyes. "Why is it so hard for you to believe I care about you?" she asked. "Once you're not my advisor anymore, I don't care who knows about us. But for now, I just don't want to risk even suspicion."
Logan cocked his head to the side. "You think we're going to still be doing this for that long?" he asked, his voice flat and direct.
Peyton didn't think he intended it for it to come out like he was being a jerk but that didn't stop it from sounding that way. She took a step back and put her hands up, her body suddenly tense.
"Doing this?" she asked. "You know what, Logan, fuck you, okay? I thought" - she cut herself and shook her head. "Never mind. I should have known that this wasn't different. I'm such a goddamn fool. Why don't we just end it now and save us the trouble? Wait, no, save me the trouble. Because I have feelings for you, Logan. I care about you. And maybe I'm not at the point where I'm planning our future but unless one of us royally screws up, I don't see why we wouldn't be together still. Except now, of course." She rolled her eyes and was about to turn and head out when Logan grabbed her wrist, preventing her from doing so.
"Did I tell you you could fucking leave?" he asked.
Peyton clenched her jaw, ignoring the familiar tingle that started scraping against the insides of her inner walls. Not now. How could she possibly want him when he was being a possessive jerk?
"You aren't my boss," she told him. "And you've clearly stated you don't want to be my boyfriend. So let me go."
"I don't fucking think so," Logan said. "Not until you at least hear what I have to say."
"I don't need to hear anything, Logan," Peyton told him. "If you want the freedom to fuck other people, go fuck other people. Don't let me stop you. But don't expect me to be waiting around. I'm not that kind of girl."
Logan looked at her, aghast. His hand was on his chin, his other on his hip. "You think I want to fuck other people?" he asked in disbelief. "You've fucking ruined me, sweetheart. Don't you understand that? I can't just go fuck another girl now."
"And why not?" She furrowed her brow.
"Because she wouldn't be you."
The statement was romantic but his tone was rough and aggressive. More shots of lightning struck Peyton's pelvis like she was a bullseye and the gods were playing darts.
Without warning, he rushed toward her, his arms outstretched so he could grab her face in his hands and force his mouth onto hers. This kiss was demanding and insistent and with the feeling of his hardness pressed against her thigh even clad in denim, there was a very good chance that kissing was only the beginning.
At that moment, the door to their classroom burst open and Peyton had to rip herself away from so they wouldn't get caught kissing by anyone. She dropped to her knees, pretending to tie her shoes, chancing a glance at Logan in order to attempt to read his face as he stared at whoever was the perpetrator of their interruption. She couldn't tell much, except he looked both frustrated that he was forced to stop and confused.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Logan asked, his voice rough and somehow not revealing the fact that he had just been making out with Peyton.
Peyton was almost annoyed. How was he not even out of breath? How was his face so composed and didn't reveal anything?
“What?” a familiar voice – Karla – questioned.
From where Karla was standing, Peyton knew she couldn't see her. As such, she slowly moved in her crouched position so she could slide under Logan's desk without being noticed. Logan seemed to know what she was doing so he slowly took a seat so his legs further blocked Karla's view on the off-chance that she walked to the other side of the desk. This was a big deal because Peyton knew Logan liked to feel in control and powerful. It was why he never sat at his desk during a lecture. His height towered over his sitting students, adding another layer of intimidation. The fact that he was sitting now meant he was doing it for Peyton's benefit rather than his.
If Karla walked to the other side of the desk, she was getting close.
The possessive thought slammed into Peyton's mind. She had never been jealous, never cared about a guy being into someone else. She always felt that if that was the case, she didn't want to be around him. She didn't want him in her life because she refused to waste her time with someone who wasn't committed and liked to play games.
But this feeling she had about Logan threw her off.
She wasn't expecting it. She wasn't like this and she wasn't sure this was a good thing. But she was hit with the feeling of reminding Logan who he belonged to. And that was when her eyes rested on his crotch and he was still hard. Her lips curled into a smirk as an idea popped into her head.
"Is that how you talk to old friends?" Karla asked and Peyton could hear the smile in her voice. A smile she wanted to claw off.
"We were never friends," Logan said. His voice was an annoyed growl.
That made Peyton smile. That made her want to please him, to tease him, to be in complete control where he could do nothing. He couldn't even react, not with Karla standing there. He would be at a complete disadvantage and she somehow knew that had never happened to him before. Her smile deepened. Well, there was a first time for everything, as they said.
Her heartbeat quickened as she reached for his pants. Once her fingers pressed on the denim, her fingers undoing his belt with ease, springing his member free from confinement. She felt him stiffen under her touch, cut off in mid-sentence, and Peyton was forced to bite her bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud. She pulled down the denim as best as she could and he shifted in his seat to assist her.
"Don't say that, Logan," Karla said, her tone housing a pout. Peyton could only imagine how she was looking at him. But she pushed the thought aside and continued to focus on sliding Logan's boxers down with her hands. "We are friends. We had our friendly moments."
Peyton stopped, just as she was getting ready to pull his throbbing hardness through the band of his boxers.
Logan ignored the bait. "What the fuck do you want, Karla?" Logan asked once more, not bothering to hide the impatience in his voice.
Peyton took a breath and continued on. She knew Logan's reputation. She knew he had been with other women before Peyton. She didn't care about all of that. However, that didn't mean she wanted to hear him talking about his friendly relations with his previous partners.
"How's Peyton?" she asked.
Peyton froze again. What did Karla want to know about her? Why did she care?
"Karla, why the fuck do you stay in my business?" Logan asked. Peyton didn't have to see him to know he was wrinkling his brow. "Why are you even involved with Peyton? Why the fuck do you care?"
"You care about her." It was a statement, not a question.
"And how is any of that your goddamn business?" Logan asked.
At that moment, Peyton managed to pull away his boxers and immediately took his length into her mouth. He stiffened further and hissed.
"What?" Karla asked. "What's wrong?"
Peyton contained her chuckles as best as she could.
"What's wrong?" Logan asked, his voice strived. "What the fuck do you think is wrong, Karla? You're not fucking stupid."
"I'm just concerned," Karl said. "You don't care about anyone. But clearly you have feelings for Peyton."
"And," Logan got out. He took a breath as Peyton continued to hold him in her mouth, not moving, just letting her get used to his size and to give him time to get used to the sensation of her mouth. "And what makes you say that?"
"That's what Brandon says," she told him, her voice feigning innocence.
Peyton tried to drown out her voice and focus on her task at hand. She opened her mouth even more, trying to take his impressive girth in her mouth as far as she could go. She nearly choked, her mouth filling with thick amounts of saliva that dragged along him. He had to clear his throat to cover up his grunt and Peyton took that moment to pause and breathe, releasing her mouth but keeping a firm grip on him. With tentative hands, she gripped his member with delicate fingers and slid her hand up to his tip.
"Jesus Christ," he said in a tight voice. Peyton grinned and listened as he tried to explain his reaction to her long, fluid jerking motion. "Why the fuck are you talking to Brandon, Karla? About my business." She stroked him again. "Shit. How did you even get in contact with him?"
"He got in contact with me," she told him. "Apparently you still have my number in your phone and he found it and reached out. He said you still talk to him about me."
Peyton paused and even she couldn't pretend to get over that particular statement.
"Brandon's a goddamn liar," he said through gritted teeth. "I don't have your number in my phone except when you called me about Peyton at that fucking party. I never had your fucking number. Don't try to make more of the past than it really was."
"You afraid Peyton's going to find out?" Karla asked, a low challenge in her voice.
"Peyton knows me well enough to know I don't fucking do sloppy seconds," he said. "Now, please, get the fuck out." Peyton put her mouth on his member and took him in, causing him to hiss. "Now, get the fuck out. I'm in the middle of something."
"What is going on with you, Logan?" Karla asked, her tone annoyed. "I'm here because Brandon wanted me to reach out to Peyton. Apparently, he did something to piss you and her off. I mean, his fucking jaw is wired shut for Christ's sake. He told me you broke it because he did something stupid and he wants to make it right."
Peyton continued bobbing her head up and down, her hands following her movements in consistent, firm strokes. His breathing hitched and instinctively, she knew he was close. Peyton's lips turned up as a new goal entered her mind. She was going to make him come in front of Karla and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Are you both out of your fucking minds?" Logan asked, gritting his teeth as he thrust his cock into her mouth even deeper. She nearly gagged but continued to do it, continued to give him pleasure he couldn't reveal. "He can't make up for what he did."
"What did he do?" Karla asked.
"Why don't you fucking ask him?" Logan barked. Peyton wasn't sure if it was because Karla was frustrating him even further or if it was because of her. "You guys seem to be quite chummy, which I don't give a shit about, by the way."
"He reached out to me after we stopped seeing each other," Karla said, her voice sarcastic. Peyton could hear her heels on the floor come closer to the desk. "You know that. Said you gave him my number and thought we could get together. You didn't seem to care at the time."
"I didn't." Peyton could see Logan clenched his armrests, his knuckles going white. Without missing a beat, she released his member and proceeded to slowly lick his balls with the tip of her tongue, making sure she put just the right amount of pressure because she knew how sensitive he was. She pulled the skin of his cock with her left hand so she gripped him firmly but not tightly at his base, and her right proceeded to stroke him up and down, long and fluid. He slammed his hands on the desk. "Jesus Christ, Pey" -
He nearly said her name but had enough sense to catch himself in time.
Except, Karla heard it, too.
"This is about Peyton, isn't it?" She didn't typically sound bitter and jealous but Karla was doing nothing to hide her feelings about Peyton in her tone of voice. "I don't get it. What makes her so fucking different? She's not as pretty as I am. She's not as smart as Allison was. She's not as athletic as Toni or as adventurous as Abigail. Is it because she's a virgin? I thought you didn't want to deal with virgins. You know, I only told her to sleep with you to scare her off. I was hoping she wouldn't want anything to do with you. I don't get it."
"You don't fucking have to," Logan said through a quick breathing. He was close. Peyton knew it. "Now get the fuck out."
"Brandon wants to apologize," Karla said.
"Fuck no."
"Not to you, to Peyton," Karla continued. "He said he didn't realize that you actually cared about her and since you guys are the only family you've got, he didn't want to ruin your relationship because he acted in the moment."
"You think I give a shit about what he wants?" Logan asked. "Now, get the fuck out Karla. I don't want Brandon anywhere near Peyton again. Or you, for that matter. Stay out of my shit."
"You're an asshole," Karla said, but Peyton knew he wasn't paying attention to her anymore.
As such, she continued to lick him until she could feel his cock get tight. Without missing a beat, she shifted so she could wrap her lips around him and deep-throat him until she was just about to gag. Logan's classroom door slammed shut but she didn't think he heard it.
"Shit, I'm going to" - he said.
Peyton didn't stop, didn't hesitate, didn't falter. She continued exactly what she was doing, didn't even move her mouth even though she knew what was going to happen. Her friends complained about giving head in the first place and they definitely didn't swallow. They never gave an explanation as to why; they all seemed to be in agreement that it was gross and ladies didn't do such things.
Peyton didn't give a shit what real ladies did. She knew that swallowing was the epitome of pleasure to a man and she wanted to try, she wanted to please him and make him remember what she could do with her mouth. She wanted him to realize that he wasn't the only one with power in this relationship. He twitched underneath her, gripping the handles of the chair so tightly his trimmed nails left crescent-shaped marks in the material. He tasted salty and smooth, not entirely unpleasant. She swallowed every last drop.
When she finished, she finally released him and leaned back under the desk, rolling her shoulders back to get rid of any extra kinks in her body. She looked up at him, watching him see his hands down his chin, looking at her with awe and wonder and pride.
"Jesus fucking Christ."
She blushed but she held his gaze. Now that he was in a daze, Peyton's thoughts turned back to Karla. How Brandon wanted to apologize. How he wanted make things right with Logan.
"We should get ready for class," Logan said, completely oblivious to Peyton's churning mind. That might have been better anyway because she knew Logan would want her to stay away from Brandon. He wouldn't even want her contemplating hearing him out, even if it might help Logan and Brandon get over whatever it was that had been brewing between them.
He offered her his hand and helped her out of her crouched position. When they both stood, he gave her a long look and shook his head. "You're going to be the fucking death of me," he muttered before heading out.
Before they reached the door, however, he stopped and turned, looking at Peyton with a curious gleam in his eyes. "You know everything Karla said was bullshit," he stated. It left no option for her to answer but he seemed compelled to at least share it, t
o reassure himself she hadn't taken anything to heart.
"I know," Peyton said with a gentle smile, nodding her head.
"About everything," he said, his voice firm and serious. "Everything."
Peyton clenched her jaw. So he remembered. He knew she might try something.
Without warning, he reached out and cupped her neck, his thumb tracing her jawline. He looked at her and for the life of her, Peyton couldn't read his face like she usually could.
"I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you," he said more to himself than to her. Finally, he took a breath and released her before turning back around.
Peyton let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding, waited a moment, before following him out of the classroom.
Chapter 13
After her classes and her TA slot with Logan, Peyton told Logan she was going to go grocery shopping and would meet up with him later that evening. He didn’t even question her, which made her feel guilty. She wished she could tell him the truth, she wished he would understand, but she knew that wasn't possible and she didn't want to get into it with him again. He wouldn't understand the importance of having a sibling. She was close to her brother - currently still living at home and going to a junior college because he had no idea what he wanted to study and was currently "finding himself" - and made sure to hang out with him every time she went home - which was at least three or four times a month. In fact, she was planning on showing up for Thanksgiving in a couple of weeks. A Thanksgiving she was still contemplating about whether or not to invite Logan to. She wanted him there, of course. And she knew he would be by himself if she didn't, which was perfectly fine with him, but still...
Peyton thought it might be a little too soon to invite him over to meet her family. She didn't want to scare him off.
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