The Ivy League

by Parker, Ruby

  “To who?” he asked, the muscle of his jaw ticked. He knew the answer before she even said it. There was only one person it could be.

  “His name is Daniel,” Sara said, pulling her hand back from him. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

  He needed a drink. He stormed to the wet bar, his anger slowly building with each measured stride. He pulled a glass from the cabinet, setting it on the counter a bit harder than he had meant to. He filled his glass with a shot of whiskey, downed it, and refilled his glass again.

  “Is that who your date was?” he asked. He knew he was crossing a line here, but at this point he no longer cared.

  “I didn’t come to talk about my personal life,” Sara said, standing from the couch and following him over to the wet bar.

  “Fuck the school work,” Banks suddenly erupted. He threw the whiskey filled glass against the wall. It shattered, sending shards of glass and drops of whiskey flying. Sara jumped at the violent reaction. She tried to find words, but none came. Her breathing had stalled.

  “You cannot marry him,” Banks said, as he leaned over the bar, his shoulders hunched. He did his best to gather his composure. He hadn’t meant to loose his temper, but he couldn’t stand the thought of Sara with anyone, much less with Dan.

  “It’s none of your business,” Sara said. Her face was twisted as she tried to suppress her tears. His anger had frightened her.

  “Sara,” he said, coming out from around the bar. He reached out for her, but she pulled away.

  “I know Daniel,” he said, shaking his head. “You cannot marry him. He is not the person you think he is.”

  “Why does it matter to you?” Sara said, her voice shrill as she fought for her composure. His presence had a way of fraying her every single nerve.

  “Because,” Banks said, reaching for her again. She allowed him to wrap his arm around her, and he pulled her into him. His hand found the curve of her cheek and she was lost in his caress. Her body heated at his touch, and all logic left her. His lips captured hers for just a moment before he pulled back to look down at her. Their eyes met, the haze of desire clouding them both.

  “That is why,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.

  Chapter Twenty Five

  “That’s not a reason,” Sara said struggling to take each breath as she regained her thoughts.

  “No?” he said, cocking an eyebrow. His lips covered hers again, and his tongue forced past her lips. She put up little resistance, letting him lead the kiss as she leaned into him. He finally pulled away from her, and the disappointment at the end of the kiss was apparent on her face.

  “I want you, Sara,” he said. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.”

  Sara opened her mouth to respond, but she had no idea what to say. It didn’t matter, though. His lips blocked any response with another kiss. His hands felt her body, coming to the curve of her bottom. He lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around his slender hips.

  Banks carried her to the single bed in his office nap room. He was looking forward to a chance to make up his inequities, determined to give her more pleasure than pain this time. It was only her second time, and she would likely still be uncomfortable with the feeling of him inside of her. He would take his time and show her all the pleasures that could be had from a lover’s bed.

  He laid her gently on the bed, coming to rest on top of her. He unbuttoned her blouse, as well as his shirt while he distracted her with a kiss. Sara was too far gone with the pounding desire in her abdomen to make any protest to his actions. She couldn’t deny her feelings for him, nor the way he made her body feel, and she only wanted more of the delicious pleasure that his touch so easily invoked.

  His lips ghosted over her heated flesh, kissing and suckling as his hand slid under the yellow lace bra she was wearing. Sara moaned wantonly as his hand wrapped around the flesh of her breast and massaged it gently. His thumb found her nipple and he flicked at it from beneath the confines of her underclothing. He pulled away, and she whimpered at the loss of his touch. A smirk curled the corner of his lips, his male pride swelling with the simple gesture. His lips caught hers once more as his hands tucked under her to unhook her bra.

  The tension in his pants grew to near painful proportions as his eyes fell on the creamy skin of her exposed breasts. He licked his lips in anticipation as his hand massaged his constricted erection. He had to remind himself that this evening was about Sara, and her pleasure, and his needs would be satisfied second.

  Sara felt the waves of hot desire washing through her as he looked down at her with hooded grey eyes. She watched him, his desire mirrored in her own eyes, as he latched onto an already perky nipple. Her back arched into him, the sensitivity of the nub sending intense waves of pleasure crashing through her.

  Banks swirled his tongue around the appendage he was so engrossed with, enjoying the way Sara squirmed and moaned beneath him. He kissed around the swell of her breast, nibbling lightly in random places for added sensation.

  He kissed her with an open mouth down her collarbone, and his eyes fell upon the ring that was still on her finger. He grabbed her hand, sliding it off her finger and throwing it across the room in a single motion. It clanked loudly as it tumbled across the tiled floor. Sara looked up at him with a frown.

  “I’ll buy you a bigger one,” he said, before his lips wrapped around hers. The tremors of pleasure that coursed through her pushed out any remaining protests she could have mustered.

  His kisses moved lower, reaching her bellybutton, and he kissed a circle around it. Sara giggled uncontrollably, flopping awkwardly on the bed, trying to dispel the ticklishness that had overcome her. He bit his bottom lip as he pulled back from her, a small smirk on his face. He was too lost in the moment to realize how wrong this was. She was, after all, still his student. Even if the thought had crossed his desire-clouded mind, he wouldn’t have cared much in that moment. Sara was perfect, in every way. She was what he had waited his entire life for, what he thought he would never have the time to find.

  Banks tucked his fingers in the band of her skinny blue jeans and tugged them down her hips. Sara lifted her butt, nibbling nervously on her fingernail as he removed her jeans. He was utterly shocked to find her wearing no underwear, and he took a moment to recover. A smile pulled on his lips that made Sara want to melt into the sheets beneath her. She certainly hadn’t gone commando on purpose, she just sometimes felt more comfortable. Seeing the heated glare in his eyes, and the growing bulge in his pants, she was glad she did today.

  “You constantly surprise me, Sara,” he said, his voice husky as his body collapsed back over her and his lips once more found hers. It was wrong, but it felt oh so right to hold her in his arms.

  Banks unzipped his pants, pushing them down his hips. He ran his hand up the length of her inner thigh, titillating her with every inch he climbed. He found her sensitive bud with his thumb. She gasped, her head lolling back, pushing into the pillow beneath her as he moved in a circular motion.

  His attention focused once more on a pert nipple. Her fingers tangled in his gel-tousled hair, pulling him to her as his mouth explored her body. It was the most incredible thing she had ever felt. Goosebumps popped up all over her skin as his teeth caught her flesh and tugged. Her body ached with need, and his slow, methodic attentions were driving her insane.

  “More,” she breathed, her voice ragged and strained. She didn’t know how to ask him for what she needed. She didn’t even know what exactly she needed. She just knew that his touch burned the very skin from her bones, and she wanted more of it.

  He planned to give her so much more before the night was over, but he wanted to take his time, and relish every moan and tremble like he wished he had done for their first time together. His fingers rubbed at her entrance, testing her. She was more than ready, and he slipped a finger inside of her. She both moaned and gasped at the intrusion, picking herself up on her elbows to see the cause of the un
familiar sensation.

  “Relax,” he said, his voice low and soft as his free hand tangled in her hair and guided her back down onto the bed. She tried to heed his command, but the feeling of him continuing to enter her made her wriggle beneath his touch. The pad of his finger found the top of her walls, and he rubbed little circles around her g-spot.

  Sara’s legs twitched uncontrollably. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of his arm as the pressure in her abdomen began to build. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, like she was about to fall off a cliff, he pulled away, denying her the release that she so desperately needed. She whimpered as she looked into his eyes for an answer to the sudden deprivation.

  “Not yet,” he said, wagging a finger at her. A protesting grunt left her lips that made him chuckle. He would bring her to the edge and back many times before the end of the evening, if only to see her squirm in delight. “I wouldn’t want to end the fun too early.”

  “I..but…” Sara tried to make an argument, but her fuzzy mind lacked the capacity to form a coherent thought. She was still trying to recover from the onslaught of sensations. He stopped any further protests with his lips. His hand grabbed hers and pulled it to his hardened groin.

  She followed his silent direction, grabbing and stroking him. Her eyes watched him for a sign that she was doing it correctly. The soft groan that left his lips told her she was. His flesh was hot, both hard and soft at the same time, and Sara marveled at the way it felt it her hand. Never in all her life had she felt so empowered as she did in that moment. Banks’ eyes were closed, his head tilted back in pleasure as she continued to touch him.

  Sara remembered the tangy taste of his hot flesh in her mouth, the way it tensed and twitched as she moved her tongue against it. She wanted to feel, to taste, that again. Her arousal climbed at the thought. She propped herself up, scooting down slightly on the bed, her eyes locked on him. Banks stopped her short, his hand grabbing onto her shoulder.

  “This night is for you,” he said, pushing her back down onto the bed. His tongue darted out, swirling around her earlobe as his warm breath ghosted over her neck. His lips wrapped around the fleshy part of her ear and sucked it gently between his teeth. His kissed dropped lower, to her neck, and then her collarbone. She released a trembling breath.

  He continued to go lower, stopping only momentarily at her breasts, giving an open mouthed kiss to each mound. He propped himself up on his knees, grabbing a slender thigh and positioning himself between her. He left a trail of kisses down her inner thigh, stopping when he came to her glistening entrance.

  Sara bit her bottom lip in anticipation of what she knew was coming. When his tongue darted out and made contact she almost leapt off the bed, the sensation rocking her to the core. Her hips bucked and wiggled, trying to avoid the rush of hot sensations.

  Banks held her hips firmly to the bed as he enjoyed the taste of her. His tongue lapped eagerly at her opening, and the bundle of nerves just above it, before he began to prod her once more with his finger. He first slid a single digit inside of her, pumping it in and out a couple of times before adding a second. She was so tight, and he wanted to prepare her his large size.

  He felt her walls begin to tighten around his fingers. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow, and her hands clenched the sheets beneath her. Her breathing was ragged gasps mixed with throaty moans. She was close, again.

  Sara nearly screamed when he stopped, denying her once again the release she needed. She couldn’t take the flip-flop of sensations and deprivation. Her body ached, and only he could relieve it.

  “I would hate to end things too soon,” he said with a smirk as his hand wrapped around himself and stroked. He lazily climbed back on top of Sara. “I’m going to make you scream, but I’ll be inside you when you do.”

  He kissed her, and Sara could taste the tangy, musky flavor that was still on his lips. She found it oddly arousing. Maybe because she found everything about him sexy as hell. She stuck her tongue out to fight with his, feeling suddenly emboldened.

  “Ms. Weiss,” he said mockingly, as he broke away from her, “I believe you are getting bolder.”

  “I am,” she said, smiling back at him. She pulled his face back down to hers, this time being the one to capture his lips. She bit his bottom lip softly before pulling away from him. “And if you deny me again, I’ll take it from you.”

  Banks couldn’t help the deep laugh that shook through him. She never ceased to surprise him. He looked into her dark blue eyes, and he knew in that moment that he would never feel for anyone like he did for her. She wasn’t just the perfect, chaste woman that he thought he had wanted. She was vibrant, full of life, and playful seduction that stirred his desire.

  “I only wanted to make sure you’re ready,” he said, still smiling, as he rubbed himself against her entrance. Her hips mirrored his movements, undulating up and down. She was most definitely ready, but still he was afraid to hurt her.

  “It’s ok,” she said, grabbing his face with her hands and looking him in the eyes.

  “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, pushing forward only slightly. A hiss escaped her lips as his tip entered her. Banks stopped, afraid that it was too painful.

  “It’s ok,” Sara said again, encouraging him. It didn’t take much, he was already holding back as much as he could. He entered her fully, the size of his hardened flesh filling her, stretching her walls to a stinging, painful extent. The feeling of him entering her was a delicious, painful pleasure that she wanted more of.

  He took his time, making slow, gentle thrusts allowing Sara enough time to get accustomed to the feel of him. It was only her second time, and he knew the sensation would still be uncomfortable to her. Sara’s fingers dug into the skin of his bare, muscled back. Her legs wrapped around him as she tried to hold on.

  Banks let out a strained grunt. She was wrapped so tightly around him, he was finding it hard to hold on. He was already on the brink, and he could see Sara was still struggling with the new feeling of him inside of her. He had to fight with himself to not rush, and pound into her with wild abandon. He wanted so badly to hear her moaning in pleasure beneath him, but that wouldn’t happen if his release came too soon.

  Sara rolled her hips, testing different positions and the sensations that came with them. As she bucked her hips upward, his thrust hit an extra sensitive spot and Sara’s eyes grew wide. She sucked in a ragged breath as he hit the spot again. The feeling that rushed through her was incredible, setting her veins on fire.

  Sara’s heavy breathing echoed in his ear as he hunched over her, trying to hold on. He could feel her walls clenching around him, convulsing in pleasure. Her breaths turned to moans and he knew she was close. This time he wouldn’t deny her.

  He increased his thrusts. His movements became jerky and forced. He lifted himself up onto his knees, grabbing her hips and pulling her onto him. Her eyes were clamped shut and her head was turned to the side, the pillow muffling her moans as her pleasure finally washed over her. With a last, wild thrust Banks released inside of her. He collapsed over her, his thick chest heaving with exhaustion.

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  Sara rested her head against Banks’ chest as he slept quietly beside her, his heartbeat echoing in her ear. Now that the haze of desire had passed, and her lust had been satiated, her thoughts were in turmoil. This was something that never should have happened. He was her teacher. She had to pass his class. And she knew that marrying Dan would be the best thing for her. She slid out of the bed and tip toed across the small, dark room, picking up the blue diamond engagement ring and slipping it back on her finger. She took one last look at Banks as he slept so peacefully in the bed, before pushing all thought of him from her mind and letting herself out of his office.

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Krista felt pure desire surging through her as she stared up at Dan through tear-blurred eyes. His fingers tangled in her sweaty mass of hair, pulling her roughly back and forth as h
e fucked her face. Her jaw ached, and with every forceful thrust she choked on his cock. Finally, he pulled away from her, releasing his grip on her hair and letting her exhausted body fall to the floor in a crumpled mass of degradation.

  Dan crossed the darkened room to a wall that held various implements of sexual torture. Krista had easily, and in a very short time, become his most favorite girl. It was a shame she wasn’t more like Sara in a public light, or he would probably be marrying her instead. She was unquestioningly obedient, and he could even see the pleasure in her eyes as he tortured her.

  “You know,” he said, as he picked up a pair of nipple clamps, “there are over a thousand nerve endings in the nipples.”

  Krista knew better than to speak. She was expected to keep her mouth shut, unless explicitly told to do otherwise. She would do anything to please him, anything he required of her to experience the amazing mix of pain and pleasure that he gave her.

  He walked back over to her, staring down at her as he flexed the clip with a smile on his face. He placed the pad of his foot on her shoulder and kicked her back to the floor. A grunt left her lips, but she made no other protest as he straddled her abdomen, his cock flopping down between her breasts. He pulled the perfectly round mounds of flesh together between his hands, and he could see Krista anxiously awaiting the pain of the clamps. He would give it to her, but not quite yet. He shoved his dick between the crevice of her breasts, slow and gently, enjoying the confusion that flashed on her face.

  “Are you not enjoying this, my little pet?” he said, his voice mocking her. He knew what she wanted, and this wasn’t it. “Answer me.”

  “I enjoy anything from you,” Krista said, choking the words out. She would hang on as long as she could, if only to please him.

  “Good,” he said, with a smirk as he clamped a nipple. Pain shot through her as the teeth of the clamp bit into the sensitive skin. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he clamped the other one.