Mark smiles. “I bet you do, but you don’t seem like the sports type.”
“No, not really. I’ve seen a few Phillies games.”
“I’m the starting pitcher for our team. Scouts from the majors have been trying to sign me. If I luck out, I’ll maybe even get to play for the Phillies.”
“That’s impressive. And here I thought, you were just some drunken frat boy,” I joke.
He laughs. “Could some drunken frat boy have made you come the way I did?”
I cough, practically choking from his remark. He makes everything about sex.
“I’m just shocked you have the amount of discipline you would need to get that far. That’s all.”
Mark swings his legs to the floor and lures me in with his lecherous gaze. “You think I lack discipline? I’ll show you discipline.” He stands, places his hands on his hips, and stares down at me like a drill sergeant. “Get up, and bend your sexy ass over this desk.”
I hesitate because, after all, we are in my office, located inside a busy hall on campus.
“Now!” he demands and comes around to my side of the desk.
I comply with his request, getting up from the chair and spreading my legs as I sink my elbows onto the wood.
“Wider,” he growls into my ear, leaning over me, as he opens my legs with his knee.
Mark takes his time with pushing up my dress, and the anticipation of what he’s about to do to me is unbearable by the time his hand slides up my inner thigh. Then, he tugs down my panties that fall to my ankles and takes my ass in his hands. He kisses my bare skin, torturing me, as he lowers himself so that he can bury his face between my legs.
His breath makes my toes curl in the best way possible. When his tongue slips between my folds, I hold my breath, unable to move or think straight. What I should be thinking about is the fact that I am doing something forbidden in my office, where anyone could stop by and knock on the door.
But, as he shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing, I don’t give a shit if someone is in the hallway because I’m about to find my release.
Until he stops moving.
“What…” I can hardly speak, as my mouth is so dry. “What are you doing? I was about to come.”
I glance over my shoulder, watching him rise up from the floor while sucking my juices from his fingers.
“You think I don’t know that? I’m teaching you some discipline.”
My mouth opens in shock. “You’d better finish what you were doing or fuck me. Right now.”
His grin reaches up to his green eyes. “Nope. I don’t think so, Teach. I have to go to baseball practice.” He bends down to slide my panties back up and lightly smacks me on the ass before pulling my dress back over my legs. “I was hungry for your pussy. I got what I came here for.”
“But”—I flip over and stand to face him—“what about the picture you sent me? Don’t send shit like that if you’re not even going to whip it out.”
He presses his mouth to mine, the taste of me still on his lips. “That was just to let you know that we had an appointment. I never said I was going to fuck you. You think I lack discipline? I’d say you’re the one without self-control.”
I frown, and he pulls my pouty bottom lip down with his index finger before taking it into his mouth.
Pulling me close to his chest, he kisses me with so much passion that my head spins. Our mouths separate, and he takes a step back, leaving me wanting more. He walks out of my office without another word, only a wink in my direction.
I am so fucking fucked.
MARK
Three more weeks pass by in a blur of blow jobs and hot sex in Teach’s office, apartment, and even on the hood of my car. Lucille turns Teach on just as much as the purr of her engine makes my dick hard. Every time I pick her up in my car, she begs for me to take her somewhere to fuck her again. The last time I was with the same girl for this long was…never.
But the more time we spend together, the more I want to see of her. She’s like a drug I can’t kick.
Between her schedule at the club and on campus and my fraternity duties, school, and baseball, we have to sneak off to see each other at random times of the day and night and in the strangest places. Last week, we fucked in the restroom at Broad Street Beans again while the barista made her a nonfat macchiato. Yesterday, she strolled past my house on Greek Row and baited me into following her into the student parking lot around the corner, where we had sex in her car.
She hates herself for dating a student. But she likes my cock too much to walk away, and I wouldn’t let her if she tried.
After baseball practice, I spot Teach as she passes by our locker room just as I’m about to enter. She’s wearing a tight charcoal skirt that hugs all her curves and a pink blouse so thin, I swear, I see her nipples popping out to say hello. I take my cap off my head and cover the hard-on she’s giving me right now under my baseball pants. If I don’t take care of this problem, my teammates will think I’m batting for the other team.
Only Luca and Hunter know about Teach, and for her to show up in a public place, dressed like this, she had to know I wouldn’t be able to stay away. She’s such a cocktease.
I break away from the pack, promising to catch up with them in a few minutes, and make a beeline toward the end of the hall. She glances over her shoulder at me as she walks in heels that show off her legs, not stopping until she hits a bank of lockers and a dead end. This part of the building is desolate with half of the lights turned off, giving us more privacy.
She attaches herself to me by throwing her arms around my neck and plants kisses on my skin as she wraps her leg around my back. I lift her up and slam her into the lockers. Taking her face in my hand, I slip my tongue into her mouth.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper against her lips after a long, intense kiss that made my dick even harder.
“I needed to see you.” She takes my bottom lip in her mouth and tugs on it. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. And you look hot in this uniform. I stopped by the gym earlier and caught the end of your practice. Now, I’m wet and horny, and I can’t go to the club like this.”
She reaches between us and pulls down the zipper of my pants, her skirt already shoved up to her waist. I am so hard, my dick pokes through the slit in my boxers and presses into her leg.
“Condoms don’t really go with these pants, babe. I hope you brought one with you.”
“I’m on birth control. I trust you,” she whispers. “Just shut up and fuck me already.”
I smile, thinking about how much I like her and her sweet pussy.
As if reading my mind, she peels her panties to the side, and I take my cock in my hand and position myself at her entrance, staring into her eyes as I fill her. Her fingernails dig into my back as I fuck her, hard and fast, the metal locks digging into her skin with each thrust.
She moans so loud in the quiet hallway that I cover her mouth with my hand and suck on her neck as she comes undone beneath me. Her muscles tighten around me, and even though I could fuck her all day long, I need to be quick. I end up coming less than a minute after she does.
Her eyes open wide, and she has tears in them as I release my hand from her mouth.
I run my thumb along her jaw. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head and whispers, “No. Look behind you.”
I glance over my shoulder to see Coach Jordan standing ten feet behind us.
“Montgomery, get your ass in my office. Right now!” Coach Jordan yells so loud, I swear, the lockers rattle.
“Fuck,” I mumble, staring down at the floor before making eye contact with Teach. “I should…”
“Yeah, you should.” She can’t even look me in the eye, and she turns away in embarrassment to hide her face from Coach.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” I growl at Coach.
He throws his hands onto his hips, shaking his head in disa
pproval. “One minute and not a second more.” Then, he turns on his heel and marches down the hallway.
I pull out of her and set her down on the ground, then tuck myself back into my pants, and zip them up as she fixes her panties and skirt.
“I’m so fucked.” She bites the inside of her cheek. “Having a faculty member catch me in the act…” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’m so fucking screwed, Mark. I cannot go back to being a trial attorney. This is the only shot I have at a decent job that still allows me to be a lawyer. I cannot lose this job.”
“Hey, hey,” I say, pressing my finger to her lips. “Everything will be okay. I will talk to Coach. Don’t worry about getting fired. I graduate in two months. No one is going to care, especially not my coach of all people. Trust me, baby.”
“We’ve never met before”—her voice trembles—“so I doubt your coach even knows I’m a professor here. But what if another professor or student had caught us? What if he remembers me later on and tells one of the faculty?”
“Olivia, please listen to me when I say that I will handle it. Coach won’t say a word. He’s like a father to me, and Luca and Hunter are the most loyal people you will ever meet. No one else knows about us, and Coach doesn’t even know your name. He probably thinks you’re a bat bunny or a sorostitute. Trust me. Our secret is safe.”
A grin plays on her gorgeous face, and she grips my shirt in her hands. “Did you just call me by my real name for once?”
I shrug, nonchalant. “I guess I did. Is that all you took out of what I just said?”
“About damn time you called me something other than Teach.” That wipes the frown from her face for a few seconds.
“I thought you liked it when I called you that.” I kiss my way from her neck to her jaw and stop at her lips, and she stirs from the heat from my breath. “I know you like it when I tell you that you’re a good girl.”
She smiles and slides her hand behind my head, pulling me into a quick kiss. “I might be more bad than good.”
“With you, being bad never felt so good, baby.”
I take a step back, and she moves forward, just enough so that I can smack her on the ass.
“Now, take your sexy ass to work, and don’t so much as look at another guy.”
She smiles, her hands moving to her hips. “My favorite student is jealous of the competition? How cute.”
We face off, the heat between us burning like a forest fire.
“I’m not jealous. You are mine. Your pussy is mine. Those hot fucking moans you make when I fuck you are mine. Your lips, your tits, your ass—everything about you is mine, and don’t forget that.”
“Well, aren’t we possessive?” she says, goading me. “You know, this is really turning me on. You want to own my body, Mark?”
“I already do.” Caressing her face with my hand one last time, I kiss her and my dick gets hard again, but I need to break away from her. “I have to talk to Coach. I’ll stop by your apartment after you’re done with work.”
She winks and then walks in the opposite direction, toward the exit. I watch her ass shake down the hallway until she pushes open the door and steps outside, leaving me with a semi hard-on and wanting more.
By the time I take a seat in front of Coach, he’s writing down plays in his book and grinding his teeth.
“You fucked off half of last season, Montgomery. I thought, with scouts coming to see you and agents knocking down your door, that you would at least get your shit together for your final season. If you want to bang girls at your fraternity house, go right ahead, but when you are in this building, you are on my time. Do you understand?”
I suck in a deep breath and let it out, frustrated. “Yes, Coach.”
“While that was a nice piece of ass you found, you need to get your head back in the game.”
“Don’t talk about my girl like that,” I say, defensive.
He laughs into the crook of his elbow. “She’s your girlfriend?”
“Yes…no…I don’t know. We haven’t talked about it.”
Coach leans his forearms on his desk and locks eyes with me. “Women will distract you. This is not the time to mess around, not after everything you have done to get to this point in your career. I have no doubt that you could be one of the best pitchers in the MLB—if you stay on track. At least twice a week, I get phone calls about you from reporters, scouts, and agents who want a piece of you. You have been slipping for the past few weeks, including during practice today. I assumed you’d been partying too much, but now, I’ve found the real source of the problem.”
“She’s not a problem, and there’s nothing wrong with how I’ve been playing.”
“Really?” He stands up from his desk and hovers over me. “When was the last time you pitched a perfect inning?”
I cross my arms over my chest, fighting back my anger even though I know he has a point. “It’s just practice, Coach.”
“You’ve had your head up your ass lately. I have two ex-wives and four kids. I know all about being in love and falling out of it just as fast.”
“I’m not in love.” I snort.
“Whatever. Love, lust—it makes no difference to me; just snap out of it. We have our first game next week. I need you in the zone, and so does the team.” Coach sits down, leaning back in his chair that creaks beneath his bulky frame. “Now, go hit the showers! You’re stinking up my office.”
After I strip out of my uniform, I throw my clothes into a gym bag and stuff it at the bottom of my locker. I close the door and walk toward the showers. As I glance in the mirror on the wall next to me, I notice something red on my neck. Studying the mark, I stop to rub it with my index finger.
Thirty minutes ago, Olivia kissed me in the exact same spot. I smile at the thought until I realize that Coach is right. I like her a lot more than I ever intended, more than I have ever liked another girl. She was supposed to be a one-night stand, but I claimed her, made her mine.
Maybe I should let her go before we both get hurt.
But I’m too selfish.
After baseball practice, I stop by the food store and drive to my mother’s house in South Philly. With my hands full of groceries, I walk up the front steps of the row house. Anxious about what I might find on the other side of the door, I turn the key in the lock and push the door open. Cracked at the frame, the entryway appears as though someone broke in—a new development my mom failed to mention since my visit last week.
Seeing the broken door, combined with the cigarette-stained walls and frayed carpet with burns, takes my anxiety up another notch. My nostrils burn from the thick cloud of smoke in the air, causing my stomach to turn.
“Sammy,” I call out, hoping my little sister is not home to see Victoria, aka Mommy Dearest, passed out drunk on the living room couch with a lit cigarette dangling from between her fingers, the ash so long that it falls onto the carpet.
I set the bags down and lean over the coffee table. “Wake the fuck up!”
She stirs when I scream again, loud enough for her to open her glassy eyes.
“Mark,” she slurs, “what are you doing here?”
“It’s Wednesday.” I throw my hands on my hips, my anger shaking right through me. “Since my freshman year in college, I’ve been coming here on the same day and at the same time every week, no matter what I have going on at school. Don’t act like this is a surprise, Victoria.”
“Don’t call me that. I’m your mother.”
“Then, act like it!”
She sits up and scratches her head, confused and disoriented. Clearly, she has no clue what day it is, which means she has no fucking idea if my sister is home or even alive. The medal for the Worst Mother goes to my mom.
For most of my life, I’ve taken care of her. I cleaned up puke from the bathroom floor on school nights after only having a few hours of sleep. I had to change my sister’s diapers when she was a baby. When she grew up, I made sure she was fed, clothed, and didn’t go to scho
ol looking like she’d crawled out of the gutter. That was the last thing I wanted for my sister because kids could be harsh, and if you didn’t dress or act a certain way, they would pick on you—like they had done to me before I became friends with Luca. Knowing him changed my life. My sister does not have that luxury. She only has me.
“What time is it?” She presses the cigarette into the ashtray and reaches for the soft pack of Newports on the table.
I grip them and crush the package in my hand, my teeth clenched in anger.
“Hey!” She stands up, swats at my hand, and almost falls onto the table. “Give them back.”
“No,” I growl. “Let’s go. Time to get cleaned up.”
I give her my hand to hold on to and lead her upstairs—but not without trouble or a fight. I force her into the bathroom and turn the knobs on the shower. They creak and groan as she takes a seat on the closed toilet lid.
Hovering over her, I have no idea what I want to say at first because so many emotions and so much adrenaline are running through my body. “You need to stop this shit! I’ve been saving for years, and I have enough money now to send you to rehab. You’re killing yourself, and you’re forcing Sammy and me to sit here and watch you do it.”
She sobs into her hands and bends forward, her elbows pressed into her thighs. “I’m sorry, Mark. I want to get better. I want to do right by you kids.”
I hunch down, staring at her. I hate that I look so much like her. We have the same auburn hair, except mine is more brown and hers is more red. When she actually washes it, her hair curls at the ends, something I did not inherit but my sister did. She has green eyes, only a shade lighter than mine, and the same dusting of freckles along her nose and cheeks. She was beautiful once. Even Luca’s father used to tell me stories about how the men in the neighborhood would trip over their feet to get a look at her. And, now, she’s become this…
What has she even become? A drunk. A bad mother.
Once she started drinking heavily and popping pills, her looks went away. Underneath the smudged red lipstick at the corner of her mouth and the caked-on mascara that appears as though it has been on her lashes for at least a few days is a normal person. With her curls piled on top of her head, they hang over her forehead and fall into her eyes. I can’t believe this is the woman who was supposed to raise me.
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