by Havana Scott
Even more reason why I need to get to Harvard, so I can leave this place and start somewhere new. With or without Sabine.
“Want something to drink?” I head to the kitchen for some water.
“You have wine?” she asks shyly.
One glance at her, and I know she needs a real drink. Fuck, I need one too, and God knows, we could both relax for a bit. “Yes, but this doesn’t sound like a good idea. I shouldn’t give you any.” I smile. The girl is a couple of months from turning twenty-one, so it’s not that. It’s that wine will steer the night in a direction it shouldn’t go.
But when she slides into the counter stool, pressing her back against the seat and pushing her breasts out while wiggling out of her sweater, I stiffen at a moment’s notice. Between her tight jeans and form-fitting tee and that long dark hair draping over her shoulder the way I love, I know I’m forever fucked around her.
I suppose I’ve always been.
What is this power she has over me, and can it last my whole life? Will I still feel the same about her when she’s older with more burdens on her shoulders, like Mariana, or will I stop paying attention to her then, too?
I blame myself for Mariana leaving. I know that now. I might say it was because she didn’t want kids, but the truth is—I wasn’t attracted to her anymore, and she felt that. Face and body, yes—always. A sexy older woman, Mariana would make any man’s head turn. It was her focus on life’s worries that brought me down. The complaints about not being where she wanted to be eventually took over, and I stopped listening. So she left.
If Sabine and I try this—would I be able to have fun with her even when real-life problems start knocking us down? I want to say yes, but I’m not sure. The problem, ladies and gentlemen, is me.
After pouring Sabine some moscato, and what the hell, me one as well, I stand at the counter drinking from the glass and drinking her in as well. We do our best to talk about simple things, things that make us laugh and forget that we’re in the process of decoupling for a short while.
It hurts her. I know it hurts her, because I see it in her eyes. Then it’s confirmed when, upon finishing her first glass of wine, she sets it down and spews what’s on her mind. No fear. Thank you, alcohol. “I feel like I’m losing you.” She says it with such honesty that I stare at her a long time, absorbing her fear.
I draw her in for a long, tight hug.
How do you console someone who needs your touch but you know that giving it to them will only prolong the pain? I’m torn between acting cold by not holding her and kissing away her hurt. I can’t even tell her that she’s not losing me, because she might be. I have to figure myself out.
The hug only warms my blood up for her, and the more she melts into me, as if hoping I’ll never let her go, the more I want to tell her it’s all going to be okay. The more I want to consume her, bend her to my will, and make her understand. It’s complicated, feeling upset at her for what she started but also feeling like I can’t live without her.
My hands find their way into her hair, sweeping it up into a ponytail then letting it fall again over her shoulder. So silky and shiny, perfect shampoo commercial hair. Her neck, bare and vulnerable, calls out to me. I want to drag my mouth over it and watch the goose bumps appear, knowing I put them there, knowing I can do more for her as well. The fact that she’s trusted me all this time is another aphrodisiac. Knowing I was the one who helped her discover her sexuality, helped her reach her full potential.
What does that do to a man like me?
It makes me want her even more, makes me want to possess her, make sure that nobody else ever makes her feel that way but me. Before I know it, the wine’s effects have me feeling warm and light-headed, nothing terribly strong, but it cuts the edge right off my fight. I’m weaker now, and Sabine’s small, firm tits pressed against me are winning.
I grip her hair and tilt her head back so her face is aimed straight at me. “Why can’t I resist you? Huh? Tell me that. Why can’t I stop myself when I’m around you?” Yes, it angers me, because I’ve always prided myself on self-control. I’ve never fallen for a student, even though I’ve been surrounded by some of the hottest for years.
“Just one more time, Liam. Then we’ll take your break.” Your break, because this is my idea. “Just fuck me good once more, that’s all I want.”
Sabine. God, this woman!
Kissing her is like coming home. I was a fool to stay away, even for a day. But it’s wrong and I need to stop, or I’ll be riding a slippery slope all the way down. My tongue thrusts deep in her mouth, tasting and sucking on her sweet tongue and lips. I can’t get enough of her delicious scent, her hardened nipples pressed into my chest, or the heat radiating from her pussy through her jeans. Her leg rests on mine. I reach for it, pulling it over me, pulling the other one too, so she’s wrapped around my waist.
My hands lift her shirt and toss it aside, then I’m peeling off her bra straps, yanking down those small cups to free her tits. Her nipples feel big and fucking delicious in my mouth, as I suck on them like it’s the last time I’ll ever have them, biting them, making her moan. My other hand slips into her jeans, searching for her slick wetness and finding her clit hard as a kernel, twitching at my fingers. As she holds my face to her breast with one hand, she pushes against my other hand, grinding my palm harder into her core.
Sucking on her tits makes her even wetter, and a flood of essence coats my fingertips, which I then bring to her nipples and slather on each one. I drink her tits into my mouth, one at a time, licking and slurping off her pussy nectar, enjoying the taste of two of my favorite things at once. When I rub her clit in circles at the same time, I think she’s going to come, the fastest she ever has, but I don’t want her having multiple small ones like other women do.
There’s no glory in that.
So, I stop. I want her having her orgasms—the big Sabine ones, the ones that build steam and grow monstrous over time then explode with fucking fireworks all over my face or cock. That’s what I want, and I want that shit right now.
“What do you want, little girl?” I ask.
“For you to teach me, Professor,” she purrs, falling into our routine. That shit never gets old, and now I’m hard as fucking Italian marble.
“Teach you what? You’re already a pro at this.”
She shakes her head. “There’s one thing I’ve never done.” She looks at me with those innocent eyes that drive me wild. “You’re the only one I’ll let show me.”
Slivers of light cut through my brain fog. Oh, yes. Yesss… I smack her ass with both hands, feeling the beauty in her junk, the way her womanly form overflows in my hands. “You’re a naughty girl, Sabine. A very naughty girl.”
17
SABINE
“I have you to thank for that,” I tell him, reaching down to feel the outline of his hardness inside of his jeans. So thick, leaning to one side.
He gives me sexy side-eye, bends down to grab me by the ass, and hoists me over his strong shoulder. I screech, my boobs smushing into his face. I know I’m going to regret this tomorrow. Emotionally. I’m losing him. I’m losing him, and I shouldn’t be attempting to win him back at all costs, giving up the one virginity I have left intact.
Sex is not a weapon. Sex is not for making men stay.
But God damn it, if I have one power over him right now, it’s sex, and if I can’t use it to lure back the one person who taught me to harness that power, then what good is it?
He flings me onto the bed. I bounce awkwardly and look up to see him hovering over me, yanking off my jeans and panties, tossing them aside. He undresses, making no bones about seduction or foreplay, just giving me that haunted look like I’ve unleashed a monster. Some people love taming a bad boy, but I love watching a good guy turn to the dark side, learning about the vortex of nasty intentions swirling inside of him.
I take a long look at his naked form, in case I never see it again. Muscular, wide shoulders, a strong chest, be
autiful, carved abs. His cock, long and thick, veined and heavy, sways to one side. His legs are strong, and he’s got this soft mat of hair all over them and low on his stomach, too. He’s man candy with a brain, the sexiest thing I’ve ever known.
We’re getting down to business tonight, and the idea knots my stomach in a way I never expected. I’d almost be scared if it weren’t for the certainty that Liam would never hurt me. That whole thing about opening Pandora’s Box?
Yeah.
I’ve unleashed the monster. Someone told me once that a gentleman is nothing but a patient wolf. I see that now. Liam MacKenzie is proper and professional and generally a good man, but only because he’s a master of self-control. Push the right buttons, though, and watch him come undone.
Well, I definitely pushed a button. “You’re going to pay the price now, little girl.”
I swallow softly. “For what?”
“For being a tease. For tempting me when you know I can’t be tempted.” Grabbing me by the wrists, he drags me over to the bedpost and walks away. “Don’t move from there.”
I know what he’s going to do, and I’m excited by it. “What if I want to?” I give him a sly look as he skulks off toward the closet.
When he looks over his shoulder, I know I am so playing with fire. He gives me a warning glance like I better not push him any more if I know what’s good for me. I have to admit, I’ve had too much fun pushing Liam to his limits, watching him crumble underneath my seduction. Maybe I should grow the fuck up and stop tormenting him.
He comes back with a silver necktie, which he uses to firmly tie my wrists to the bedpost. “You want me to teach you? I’ll teach you, Sabine. Stick that ass out.”
I do as I’m told, shivering from the inside out at the possibilities. “Yes, Professor.”
Pushing my shoulders down lower, so my ass will stick out more, he rubs it softly then smacks one cheek with a sharp slap. I cry out, but it’s more from the surprise of it. He’s not hurting me—it just stings. Hands clasped together, I can’t look over my shoulder at what he’s doing, even though I try. But after every slap, he steps to the side to watch my face, my reactions. He’s loving this. I’m loving this.
Suddenly, he spins me around in place, and I see what he’s done, created a knot that allows him to easily flip me over for whatever he wants to do.
My body aches for him so much, I don’t care what he does. But then, when he climbs onto the bed and brings his hung thickness near my mouth, I suddenly know what I want. I practically salivate wanting his cock. My mouth opens like a baby bird, as I look up at him. “Give it to me,” I beg him. I feel like a whore and ask me if I care.
So I love sex. So I love having intense things done to me. Maybe it wakes me up, maybe it makes me feel, snaps me out of the utter boredom in which I live the rest of the time. Maybe something in my life numbed the hell out of me, and only a certain roughness can bring my nerve endings back to life.
He takes my chin in his hand, bends to kiss me fully, deliciously, then stands and slowly slides his cock into my mouth, filling me with his vein-roped flesh. Fuck yes. The head of his cock reaches the back of my throat, and I ease my muscles, letting him go further. He moans. I watch his eyes roll back, watch him surrender.
I grow wetter.
With his knee, he forces my knees apart, so now I’m a tied-up, open-legged cock whore with a mouth full of meat. Holy fuck. Reaching down, his fingertips find my nipples, and he pulls on them as he begins to fuck my mouth. I feel my juices sliding down my inner legs. If I touched myself right now, I would come.
That’s why he tied your hands…
When he’s had enough of fucking my mouth, he spins me around roughly and manipulates my body until I’m in just the right position again, ass up in the air, hands tied low on the bedpost. “What are you going to do now, Professor?”
“What I should’ve done a long time ago, so you wouldn’t have come back for more.”
Yeah, I know he wishes I would’ve left him alone, but I didn’t. So, I pushed. So, I risked. “Nice try, but I’ll always come back for more. From you. Only from you.”
“Well, then, I need to try harder. You were supposed to stay away from me, Sabine.”
“But I didn’t.”
He slaps my ass to put me in my place, to get me to stop talking. I cry out then moan. Suddenly, I hear the click of plastic. A bottle. Then, the sound of his hands running slick liquid through his fingers.
Things are about to get real.
“Go slow, Liam.” I say his name intentionally, so he understands I’m not playing a role right this second. We never established safe words, so I need him to understand he can’t just plow into me when I’ve never done this.
“I know, hon.” Hon. With just that touch, I feel loved and safe, knowing that no matter how we act in the bedroom, he’s on my side. His slick fingertips touch me in that sensitive spot. “You know, Sabine…you’ve got great tits, a beautiful doll face, and a sweet pussy. But it’s this ass…” He gives me another good slap then drips some of that liquid onto my opening. “That I dream about.”
He rubs my cheek to soothe the mark, kissing it afterwards.
His lips on my skin are like cool water on fire. My arms tingle with anticipation. My stomach clenches from nerves, and I feel the heat of his tongue snaking a path toward my most vulnerable spot. Laying his flat tongue on my ass, he licks me, pressing himself in, burying his face and worshipping me. Whatever liquid he slathered on me, it smells nice, and I’m guessing tastes nice, too.
Lapping me over and over, getting faster, he slides two fingers down my pussy and rubs my clit in circles. My pussy tightens in response, aching for the cock that won’t be making it inside today. He uses his fingers instead, pushing them in slowly, then out, fucking me with his hand. I push back against him, wanting more, but he’s only warming up. He transfers my juices to my ass to get me nice and wet, making sure all bases are covered—spit, lube, and me.
Then, he’s back on his knees positioning himself behind me.
I bite my lip. What is this going to feel like? I’ve always wanted to know.
More wet and warm liquid slides between the head of his cock and my ass, and I know he’s let some spit fall from his lips onto the spot. The wetter, the better. “You’re going to feel me now, little girl. Don’t fight it. Just relax.”
Slowly, he begins pushing his way in, the tiniest millimeter at a time, and I breathe out slowly, imagining that I’m a flower opening up. If he felt huge inside of me before, now he feels ten times bigger. It feels wrong, so dirty, so forbidden, but damn, so right at the same time. I only wish he’d let go of one of my hands so I could masturbate while he slides into my ass.
“How is that?” he asks.
“Good if you keep it slow. Can I use my hand?”
“Not yet.” He grabs a hold of my hips and pushes in a little more.
I think I’m going to see stars, planets, and some nebulas, too, but then I think about him, the first day of class, his office, the trysts in the classroom, and remember what attracted me to him first—how he’s the older man in charge. I let that thought guide me through, and suddenly, what he’s doing feels hot as fuck. I’m letting my professor fuck my ass, and before I know it, I’m pushing back on him slowly, wanting more.
“Do you like it, Sabine?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck your ass harder?”
My pussy squeezes a little more, reacting to his words. I push back on him, feeling him fill me up so completely, it’s so right. This man is filling me, claiming me, taking me as his own, and I’ve completely surrendered to him. My essence drips down my inner thighs, and I beg to use my hand. I feel my clit so on the verge that it won’t take long. It’s a great feeling knowing I can finally make that happen.
I’m so grateful, I’ll do anything. “Yes. Fuck my ass harder, Professor. Please.”
Cocking back, Liam slides back, lets another line of spit fall
onto his cock, then slams into me harder. I moan so loud, his neighbors will probably hear me. He thrusts into me again. “You like that, don’t you? Because you’re a dirty little girl who loves cock in your ass…”
“Your cock.”
“Yes, mine only. And don’t you fucking forget it. This ass is mine.” He thrusts harder, reaches around to press his fingers into my clit and begins rubbing in time to his thrusts. Oh, my God.
I scream with the pleasure. I love giving myself to him, love that I’m making him stay with me longer by offering the one thing I hadn’t given him yet, one thing he loves, love that I would so surrender everything to him, and there’s only one reason why I would—because I trust him, because I love him so fucking much. I give Liam my body in a way I’d give to absolutely no one else.
“Whose ass is this, Sabine?”
I moan loudly, as he fills me full of long, thick cock. “Yours, Professor. My ass belongs to you. Fuck it, Professor. Come inside my ass, please. Thank you for teaching me.”
That does it.
For me.
The thought that this older man who I love has just taught me, a know-it-all, something new about myself, is the sexiest thing I can possibly imagine. I don’t feel it coming on like I have before. This time, it just blows me out of the water like a blue whale surfacing and surprising every tourist on the watch boat. One second, I’m enjoying being pounded in unmentionable places and rubbed in others, and the next thing I know, a blinding white energy has collected at my pussy and radiates throughout my body.
