by Madison Faye
“What about Hershman?” I hiss.
“Not me,” she whispers, her eyes lowering and her shoulders slumping.
“Please tell me, Princess.”
She does. She tells me about Amy, and what she knows that piece of human trash Hershman did to her. And by the time she’s done, every single piece of me wants to murder the son of a bitch with my bare hands. I realize I’m tensed up completely, every muscle in my body clenched tight and my teeth painfully grinding together as the growl rumbles in my throat.
“I’m going to bury him,” I say quietly, but Tempest’s eyes fly to mine as she shakes her head.
“No, Christian, please.”
“Give me one good fucking reason why,” I growl.
“Because if you went to jail for murder, I’d be lost without you?”
The red mist clears as I bring my eyes back into focus and see her smiling up at me.
“For me, please. Look, I just want to finish his stupid class so I can go to college and away from this stupid fucking town fore—”
The other implication hits us both at the same time, and she stops short, her mouth shutting quick before she opens it again.
“I didn’t mean—”
“I know, angel,” I say softly.
“Come with me,” she breathes. “To Cambridge, I mean, when I go to school.”
I laugh quietly, looking away.
“I just took this job.”
“C’mon, you hate this town too.”
My eyes meet hers, and something clicks inside of me. And it’s not just that this town and this job isn’t really what I thought it was.
It’s her.
It’s her, and knowing that I’d follow her to the ends of the fucking earth, even if it killed me. I don’t know how, but I do know that when Tempest Kensington goes off to school, there’s nothing in this world that’ll stop me from coming with her.
After all, she’s mine. Mine to have, to hold, to protect.
Forever.
I’m kissing her before I know it, pouring everything into the kiss and holding her tight to me. She moans softly, melting into me. The raw need for her suddenly comes rushing up like a wave — like nothing else in this world matters but having her and feeling all of her right here and right now.
It grips me, consuming me, until I’m pushing her back and growling like an animal as I press her against my desk. Blood rushes to my cock, and it throbs rock hard against her thigh. I know she feels it, because suddenly, her kisses become as heated as mine, her small hands clutching me tightly as her breath catches.
I push her back, shoving the shit off of my desk and not even caring as she stretches out like the little temptress she is. Her long blonde hair cascades across my desk, and her blue eyes blaze into mine. I move my lips down her neck, and she gasps as I literally tear her blouse open, the buttons scattering.
I have to have her. It’s like the cavemen need to claim her as my own has suddenly come roaring up inside, not to be denied. There's something primal in the way I need to make her mine, right here and now. I need to fill her with all of me, and make her scream until I fill her with every single drop of my seed.
I want to fill her with my cum, and I want it to take. I want the life we create to flicker inside of her, until her soft young belly is swollen with our child.
The thought makes me roar as I tear her bra away, my mouth dropping to her sweet little nipples. Tempest moans, throwing her head back and arching her back as I taste her skin. I move lower, kissing my way down her belly and yanking her skirt and panties off as I move lower.
My mouth delves between her thighs, and she cries out as my tongue slides deep in her little cunt. I growl, the animal roaring inside of me as I taste her perfect, sweet pussy, pushing my tongue as deep as it can go. My thumb rolls over her clit as I move lower, grabbing her ass and spreading her wide as my tongue swirls over her tight little ring. She bucks her hips and moans as I force my tongue inside, fucking her ass with it until the slick sweet juices from her pussy are pouring down my chin and onto my desk.
I stand, tearing my clothes off and wrapping my hand around my cock as I move between her legs.
“Spread your legs, angel,” I growl, stroking my cock. Precum drips from the tip and flows down my cock, making it wet and glistening.
She spreads her legs wide, and I growl at the sight of her pink slit opening for me.
“Hold yourself open for me,” I purr. Her hands move down to the backs of her thighs and when she spreads herself for me, my cock lurches in my hand.
“Just like that, angel,” I groan. I move forward and ease the head of my cock into her slick, wet heat. Tempest cries out, moaning loudly as I push every inch inside of her, never slowing and never stopping until my heavy balls are pressed against her ass.
I look down at this gorgeous little goddess stretched out across my desk, holding her legs wide for me and moaning at the feel of me filling her, and it’s everything I can do not to come right there.
I pull out, only to thrust back in, and her screams fill the office. I do it again, and again, and her cries only grow louder and louder as the wet, slick sounds of us coming together fill my ears. It’s sexy as fuck, but part of me wonders if we’re really the only people left in the school. It’s not that I give a fuck anymore about anyone knowing about us, but the sweet sounds of her pleasure are for my ears and my ears only.
My hands slide up her body, pushing her hands above her head. I growl, holding her wrists above her with one hand as the other moves to her chin. I cup her jaw possessive, gritting my teeth as I bury my cock in her slick, impossibly tight little pussy again and again. My thumb trails over her lips.
“Open your mouth, angel,” I growl.
She does, and I slip my thumb inside.
“Suck, baby girl,” I purr. “Be a good little bad girl and suck my thumb like you’re swallowing my cock. Suck it while I stretch your little pussy wide and make you come all over my balls.”
Tempest moans like a banshee as she opens her lips and hungrily sucks my thumb inside. She slurps on it, swirling her tongue around it as I pound her little body hard with my thickness. I can feel her juices pouring down my shaft and over my balls, coating her thighs and my desk. I only fuck her hard, gritting my teeth as her tight little slit milks every inch of my cock, like it’s sucking the cum from me.
She moans wildly around the thumb in her mouth, sucking on it and pulling off to run her tongue over it like she’s giving the dirtiest, sloppiest, hottest blowjob in the history of the world. It’s enough to get my balls twitching, the need to fill her almost overwhelming.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” I growl.
“I want it,” she moans, bucking her hips to meet my deep, powerful thrusts. “I want to feel you shoot it inside of me and fill me with it.”
“Such a dirty little girl,” I groan, grunting as her pussy ripples around my cock. “Begging for your Headmaster’s cum like a little cum slut.”
She cries out, her body clenching tight in a way that tells me she loves it when I talk to her like this.
“What a bad girl, begging a much older man to fill her little cunt with his cum.” I grunt, slamming my cock as she cries out.
“You want me to fill your eighteen-year-old womb with my cum, don’t you? You want me to fill you with my seed and knock you up and make you swollen with child.”
Tempest screams as her whole body tenses up around me. I can feel her milking me tight, her small body writhing under me, straining her wrists under my grip and bucking her hips up against me, urging me on.
“Do it,” she gaps, and suddenly, her eyes fly open and lock onto mine.
“I want you to do it,” she moans quietly, biting her lip as the pleasure floods through her.
And suddenly, I know she’s totally serious, and my whole damn heart fills up. I lean down and kiss her fiercely, my cock plunging in and out of her faster and faster.
“I wa
nt it so bad,” she moans into my lips. “Knock me up, make me yours. Fill me with your cum and make me big with your child so the whole fucking world knows I’m yours!”
She screams as my cock pistons in and out of her, and as her whole body starts to shake, I know she’s as close as I am.
“Come for me, you bad little girl,” I hiss. “Milk the cum from my balls with that tight, sweet cunt of yours and come for me, right now.”
She explodes.
She yanks my thumb back into her mouth, wraps her lips around it and screams into my hand as the orgasm slams through her. Her small body tenses up, and her pussy grips me like a velvet vice as she comes for me.
And I can’t hold back. I bury my cock deep inside of her and let go, roaring as the cum explodes out of me. I bury my face in her neck, biting her hard enough to leave marks that people will see as I grind my cock deep inside of her and fill her with my cum.
The world goes dark at the edges and it feels like I just keep fucking coming as I empty every goddamn drop deep in her womb.
Slowly, I can breathe again, and slowly, I lift my head, dragging my eyes to hers.
“Mine,” I whisper.
“Yours,” she says back, her eyes almost near tears before she covers my lips with hers and kisses me.
I take her home after — to my home this time. I bring her to my bed, I lay her back, and I fucking worship every damn inch of her body, for hours. I take her every damn way I can, and when I’m sure there’s no way I can possibly go again, it’s her hot little mouth that brings me back to life and has me taking her once again.
I fall asleep with an angel in my arms, and I sleep harder than I have since I can remember.
13
Tempest
“And remember, those essays on Gettysburg are due Friday, no exceptions!”
I shiver, looking away and avoiding Professor Hershman’s eyes, as I have been all class. I hate him, and I want the world to know what he did to Amy and what he’s threatened to do to me. But I also just want this class to be over with, so I can get going and go to school in Boston.
And I wasn’t kidding — I really do want Christian to come with me. I know it’s silly and such a cliched thing to think for a first love, but I also don’t care. I might be young, but I know what I want, and what I want is him. I don’t know how we’d make it work, but when I get out of this town and away from Thornbull, I want him there with me.
And if getting there means I have to suffer through Hershman’s class for the rest of the year and pretend I don’t see the way he looks at me, then fine.
I’ll do it, if it means getting Christian.
The class starts to get up, everyone grabbing their things, when a voice stops me cold.
“Ms. Kensington.”
It’s Hershman, hissing out my name from behind me.
“Stay a minute. We need to go over your grades.”
I shiver, and part of me wants to just grab my bag and run. But then there’s that voice again, reminding me of what the prize is here. So I take a deep breath and stop myself, and instead, I turn and face Hershman.
“Yes?”
He sneers at me. “How about with a little respect, Tempest.”
My lips purse shut, and he narrows his eyes at me.
“I will have your respect, you little bitch,” he hisses, standing from his desk and stepping around it. He marches past me, and I watch with an icy horror sliding over me as he locks the door, draws the shade over the window, and shuts off the lights.
“Now,” he says maliciousuly, and every nerve in my body screams to run.
“I believe we discussed the various ways you’d be passing my class?”
He grins, and a nauseous feeling sinks into me.
“We’ll start with you pulling up that skirt and showing me what I want to see.”
I stare at him, my mouth open.
“Now, Ms. Kensington.”
I shake my head. “Not a chance.”
Hershman glares at me, his eyes narrowing as he steps closer. He reaches for me, but I step back. Anger clouds his face, and his teeth flash as he lunges for me.
I scream and turn, but he’s much faster than I think he is, and much stronger than he looks. I cry out as he grabs my wrist, spinning me and slamming me against the chalkboard.
“I’ve waited long enough to get a taste of the class tease, you little bitch.”
“You’re delusional,” I spit, muscles straining as I try and break free of his grasp.
“Don’t lie to me,” he chuckles. “I heard all about you taking Jonathan Price and Michael Sterling off behind the gym the other day.” He makes a tsking sound as he shakes his head, grinning at me. “What a dirty little whore you are.”
His words are like a poisoned knife, slashing into me and ruining all the perfect thoughts I’ve had in my head of Christian all day. The tears come hot and heavy, the sob wrenching from my chest as Hershman slams me against the wall.
“I swear, I’ll tell everyone what you did to Amy—”
The slap comes faster than I even know how to react to it. I gasp in shock, the sting from his hand searing across my cheek and making my eyes water.
“Go ahead,” he hisses. “Like I said, no one is going to believe a little troublemaker like you, especially when I tell them you’re making the whole thing up for attention. I’m a tenured professor. I have respect around this town. And you? You’re just a little slut.”
His eyes narrow at me, his teeth flashing.
“So be a good little slut—” His hand goes to his zipper, and I feel my blood freeze, before suddenly, I think of Christian.
Strong. Confident. Bold.
I realize right there that I really do love him, with everything I have. And I also realize that the man I love would never stop fighting, not ever.
And so I don’t. I won’t stop fighting, not against a sadistic asshole like Hershman, and I refuse to let this happen.
And so I react.
My knee jerks up with every bit of strength I have, connecting right into the softness between his legs. Hershman screams, dropping his grip on me and doubling over as he falls to the ground. I scream at him, hauling back and then kicking out, letting the toe of my flat sink right into his crotch again, twice, before I whirl.
I make it halfway to the door before he grabs me. The scream rips from my lips as he yanks me around, and when the slap comes again, the tears spring to my eyes.
“Oh, you are going to pay for that, you little bitch!”
My blood curdles as he slams me over a desk, bent over. I can feel him leaning over me, his sour, hot breath on my ear as his words slide into me.
“Now, Tempest, I’m gong to take—”
The door to the classroom splinters and comes crashing into the room right off it’s hinges. The both of us whirl, and my heart suddenly soars as Christian comes roaring inside. Hershman screams and turns, but Christian hurdles a desk and comes barreling right into him, slamming him to the ground.
“You son of a bitch!” Christian roars, yanking Hershman up by his tie and slamming a fist into his mouth. The man screams, but Christian doesn’t let up — punching him again and again until he slams him back to the floor and stands. His whole body is tensed up, muscles bunched in his shoulders and straining at the rolled up sleeves of his shirt as he jabs a finger menacingly down at a whimpering Professor Hershman.
“You ever touch her or anyone else again, and I will bury you in the fucking ground, is that understood?” he roars, his face a mask of rage as he stands over the professor.
But suddenly, Hershman just laughs. Christian’s face tightens, and he’s about to drop down to pummel Hershman all over again, when the older professor shakes his head, snickering as blood trickles from his mouth.
“Save it, dickbag,” he hisses. “I know all about you, Headmaster.” He leers at Christian. “Drive all your students to school do you?”
My blood runs cold.
“Do you drive
them all home, too? To your own house?”
He snickers, spitting blood out of this mouth.
“Yeah, I followed you, and I saw her.” He jabs a thumb at me. “Going into your house. And I’m willing to be you kept her there all night.”
He glares at me.
“Didn’t he, you little slu—”
He grunts as Christian jams his foot into his ribs.
“Keep it up, asshole!” he spits. “You can beat me up all you want, but you’re fucking through here, Knolls. I’m tenured. But you?” He chuckles. “I’ll have you blacklisted from every private school in the goddamn country, but not before I tell everybody about your little shenanigans here with your student!”
There’s a cough, and suddenly, we all look up, and I freeze.
Half the school is crowded around the shattered doorway, jaws dropped, eyes wide, and every single one of them holding a cellphone in their hands, recording. Other professors, vice-Headmaster Dalton, students, and most of the administrative staff.
The whole room is silent, and I swear I’m about to melt through the floor when suddenly, he’s right there, holding me up, taking my hand in his, and pulling me away from Hershman. And suddenly, before I even know it, he’s spinning me around, pulling me right against him, and there, right in front of everyone, Christian kisses me.
He kisses me deeply, and I feel every part of him pouring into that kiss until the rest of the room just melts away and I swear it’s just us, floating through space. Slowly, he pulls away, his eyes locked on mine and a smile on his face.
“You know what, angel,” he murmurs. “You were right. Fuck this town, and fuck this place.” He grins. “All I want in this world I’ve got right here in my arms, and the rest is just background noise.”
He kisses me again, dipping me low as my heart soars.
“You’re it, Tempest,” he says softly. “My perfect storm.”
I throw my arms around him and kiss him fiercely, and when I hear a snickering from the crowd, I don’t stop kissing him, I just raise one hand and flip them all off.
He’s right: screw the rest of these people. Because all we need we’ve got right here with each other, and the rest?
