Lover: A Student Teacher Romance (Court University Book 4)

by Eden O'Neill

  He worked the teddy off my shoulders, guiding me to my front.

  “On your knees,” he coached, my body spent and my limbs lazy. I honestly didn’t know if I had the strength, but he clearly had. He grabbed my hips, getting me in position. He removed the straps of my lingerie completely off my arms before pulling the whole thing over my ass.

  The sheer lace pooled at the back of my knees, but he made quick work of that, guiding each leg out before I was completely naked with him behind me. I couldn’t see him this way, completely vulnerable.

  But he could definitely see me.

  My sex buzzing again and so soon after he made me come, his thumbs spreading me apart before his hands squeezed and worked my ass cheeks. He breathed heat over those too, a feral husk to his breathing.

  “You got a gorgeous ass, Bri,” he said, actually biting it. He pulled the flesh deep into his mouth, and my sex charged again.

  Oh my hell.

  A deep chuckle sounded behind me, and I realized I said it out loud this time, Ramses drawing back to his haunches. I knew because I peeked behind me, my legs shaking and weak, and especially, due to the position he had me in.

  “Hell is right,” he said, completely undoing his tie. It slid like a dark serpent beneath his collar, flipping it up and basically making him the poster boy for PornHub. Especially when he tossed it and began unfastening his shirt buttons. He revealed inch by glowing inch of golden skin, a dark trail dusting down to his abs before disappearing beneath his belt buckle. He worked the shirt off, exposing a muscled torso assaulted with fine definition, his pecs thick and immaculate, his shoulders big without being bulky. This definitely had something to do with his height, more narrow than anything else, but he was still firm and large.

  Large… everything.

  The outline of his cock lined his pants, something I’d already felt up in the car. My mouth watered as he hovered over me, leaving his pants on and grinding against my naked bottom. He gave me a tease of that massive force between his thighs, really big.

  Oh my—

  He guided me to touch him, feel him as he eased my hand back and rubbed himself over my palm. He undid his pants, let me inside and…

  Oh my God.

  I couldn’t see him, but I could definitely feel him, fucking curious now, and what the fuck?

  He really is big.

  “This okay?” he asked, like he knew, like he maybe even dealt with this kind of reaction toward, um, himself. “I’ll go slow.”

  “Okay.” I swallowed, closing my eyes. “Can I see you?”

  I wanted to, his hand slowing mine down on top of him. I’d considered my ex-husband moderately sized, and I’d only been with a couple of others but that’d been a while ago, back in college.

  Ramses slowed his hand. He basically froze upon my request, both hands easing onto my naked hips. “You sure?”

  The uncertainty in his voice made laugh, that was until I glanced back and saw him. More than one wrinkle worried his brow, like he was actually worried.

  Oh, wow. Is he?

  I had to say, his confidence definitely had slipped a little, his eyes on me as he guided himself out and pushed his trousers down his golden thighs. Dusted in dark hairs, the same tone dusted around his extended length.

  “Oh, fuck.”

  I’d said it out loud. Though I hadn’t meant to, and the worry that twisted his brow pinched his lips tight. He fisted a dick well longer than the size of his hand, which said something because Ramses had some pretty big hands. He was thick at the top, veiny at the sides and his balls hung heavy, weighted beneath it all. This man had the most glorious cock I’d possibly ever seen. But that had nothing to do with the size. He was just, in a word, perfect.

  I hadn’t spoken again soon enough.

  I knew because he started to reach for his pants, like maybe I’d changed my mind and again, he’d expected it. I mean, I wouldn’t lie and say I wasn’t intimidated by all that, but I sure as fuck was game.

  “Come over here,” I told him, like he had me before. I pulled him to my lips, kissing him from behind. This appeared to be enough to charge him on because he guided me to my back and let me see him full on, him on top of me, large and solid as he hung over me. I felt like a mortal to his god, an unyielding force above me.

  I drew my fingers down solid muscles, Ramses biting my lip again. My mouth filled with his metallic taste, and he hovered that big body over me, his cock hard as it pulsed my inner thigh.

  “I’ll go slow,” he explained again, like he had to. He’d been about to take me from behind but obviously felt comfortable enough to let me see him full on.

  And how crazy was that?

  I’d felt inferior to him before, this beautiful man who appeared to have his own insecurities. Honestly, the realization floored me that he could feel in any way similar to the way I’d felt when we first began. That only proved to make me even hotter for him.

  “Don’t hold back,” I urged, not wanting him to. “I told you I’m a big girl.”

  Apparently, a match for him, his laugh throaty when he worked his pants off those thick thighs. He had a condom in his dress pants, which he took and sheathed himself with.

  “You’ve been warned.” He smiled, kissing me deep into his coat. “It might hurt. It might hurt a lot.”

  Well, I must have been a masochist because not only did the prospect thrill me, but I pooled so hotly between my legs I questioned if I’d come before. He made me crazy, made me feral. I kissed him deep as he guided himself inside, and at just the tip, I borderline felt half full. He wasn’t joking, my core stretching and laboring to adjust to his size. The pressure tugged hard at my walls, but even still, I didn’t want him to go slow.

  “Go.”

  He did, a hard thrust that ripped a cry through me, sharp pain that shot fire between my legs and made Ramses stop completely. He really stopped, right inside me, more than unease etched across his brow, but I tugged his hips.

  “Fuck me,” I ground out, jerking my hips forward to make him move his. As extra incentive, I locked my legs around him, pressing the balls of my feet into his muscular ass. “Come on. It’s okay.”

  It was okay even though it did hurt. God, did it hurt, the muscles more than tight, but I wanted him to keep going, to know he didn’t have to be gentle with me. To listen to me and trust what I had to say. I’d let him know if it was too much, and he needed to trust that I’d do that.

  How curious, trust. This man didn’t know me at all, but I was asking him for that. A chance I was taking here, too.

  His stare intensified as he cradled my face and thrust into me so hard and so fast we both called out. Sweat beaded Ramses’s brow as he dipped his head and sucked hard on my tits. He laved, suckling before tugging hard on my nipples, and it proved to be just the distraction to curl my toes.

  I burned beneath him, my head falling back as he fucked me hard from above. I was along for this ride, and he was taking me with him, his ab muscles tightening with every thrust. His hard chest glistened with sweat, my core burning and aching from every thick slam and rock of his solid hips. He didn’t take it easy on me, that was for sure. Kissing me hotly, he dueled our tongues together.

  “Fucking fuck,” he gritted, slamming his hands to the hardwood above his coat. This proved to be the stability he needed, his thighs slamming against the apex of mine, and each heated burn charged my flesh to my simmering blood. He rocked me to my bones, my hands gripping his forearms just to hold on. “Fuck, Bri. Fuck.”

  More expletives, from both of us, my eyes rolling back and my fingers digging into his back. Between that and my nails embedded into his tough flesh, he roared above me, jerking my head back before taking my lip between his teeth. I instantly tasted blood again, the pair of us losing our minds.

  “What are you fucking doing to me?” he grunted, looking right at me as he fucked me into his coat. “Goddamn.”

  He pushed my hair out of my face, really looking at me while he did
this. Like he was trying to see something in me, find me before closing his eyes and covering my mouth with his. It was the most intimate thing he could have ever done and possibly the most intimate thing I’d ever done. I’d never made love with my eyes completely open like that nor had a guy done that with me.

  This Ramses didn’t seem like any other guy, my eyes closing as I lost myself beneath him. His labored thrusts ached forcefully between my legs, so good, so perfect, and the minute he came, I felt it.

  I’d been right there with him, my walls expanding and contracting as his dick twitched and filled the condom between us. He spasmed hard between my legs, my heated juices flooding around him. I was covered in sweat myself and reeked of charged sex. Both of us did, Ramses’s scent a thick combination of male, aftershave, and whatever ocean breeze notes he used in his hair.

  His dark waves hung in a curled veil over his eyes, sticking to his brow and mine. He lay me down and kissed me while still inside me, the pair of us burrowing into his coat.

  “So, do you have a bed?” he laughed, making me laugh. I suppose I hadn’t answered him, coming right out and all that. Caging my face, he kissed me over to my ear, and I nodded, letting him know I did. I felt him smile against my ear, and more laughter touched the shell before he buried his face in my neck.

  “Good,” he said, his teeth pinching my radiating flesh. He grinned. “I’m not quite sure we’ll leave it. At least, not tonight.”

  His hand slid between my legs, a promise as he guided himself out only to pinch me there, pinch me hot. Apparently, something else I needed to know about Ramses surrounded his stamina, his finger entering me to the knuckle. His used his right hand, the finger he wore a ring on. I’d noticed it when we had pizza, a dark silver with an animal on the front.

  He used it now to pleasure me, angry like the animal had been on the ring. I think it’d been a gorilla, its presence in my body tight within my already spasming walls. He used that ring to get me there again, and I wasn’t sure I’d survive this night with him…

  But I had a feeling the sex may be only partly the reason.

  Chapter Seven

  Ramses

  Disorientation occurred first. Realization of my feet hanging off the end of a bed only a fraction of my size? Hard second. My third thought surrounded the recollection of sex.

  Lots and lots of sex.

  Oh, yeah. Right. That.

  The smile pulled lazily at my lips, my fingertips grazing the hardwood floor. My face lodged in a pillow, my nostrils filled with the most glorious scent, bottled fucking flowers.

  My smile attempted to widen, but I frowned—hard—at finding the bed consisting of nothing but me, my hand empty of hips and/or Bri’s ridiculously beautiful ass. The woman had a great ass, and I’d brought us in here around 4 AM. I planned to drive back to campus today, an almost two-hour drive. Classes hadn’t started yet, but I’d been finding I stayed there more often than not as the date crept closer. In any sense, I hadn’t been trying to make that drive stiff as a board. I had a feeling Bri might have thanked me too for taking us in here this morning. A crick in the neck was a son of a bitch.

  Fuck, had you really slept with her?

  Lots and lots of times, yes, and shit, had she been a trooper. Ramses, erm, um, 2.0 below hadn’t even freaked her out last night. I’d hurt her. Well aware of that, but she’d been game and most importantly, there for it. I hadn’t been able to shy her away. Go figure.

  Fuuuck, what are you doing?

  Emotions obviously filled the evening last night. I caught the woman trying to attempt to jump off the high dive with a bottle of wine. Then she got me to admit some fucking feelings I hadn’t wanted to admit. Add that to the fact that I’d turned her down, came right back to her, and the two of us fucked each other’s brains out until we both forgot about the reasons we’d entered into whatever this was together?

  Yeah, completely and epically fucked, and don’t even get me started on the fact that this scenario, i.e. her and me, hinted at shit I really wasn’t trying to deal with.

  Don’t even go there. Don’t.

  One of the first things I’d asked Brielle, one of the first things I needed to know, she’d cleared up over a pizza, and that right there put my mind at ease in regards to that latter bit at least. She had no reason to lie to me, a stranger.

  This isn’t like what happened before.

  It wasn’t, in so many ways. For starters, last night had just been easy. It’d been hella tense too. Don’t get me wrong there, but it’d been casual and when we did get together, come back to her place, even more casual. We were just in sync or something.

  Like I said, easy.

  I angled my face toward the door at the sound of a clatter but smirked at the sight hanging on said door. She had my entire suit hung, and it appeared to be crisp and pressed next to her vanity mirror. I wouldn’t put it past her if she’d ironed it.

  Getting up, her comforter cinched at my waist in a fist, I ran a thumb across the skinny tie.

  Yup, she’d pressed it.

  This woman and her control, this woman and her clanking. Creaking open the door, the metallic tune of pots and pans reverberated from somewhere in her condo and gave me a little indicator as to what she was doing.

  As well as the bacon.

  Fucking heaven, this woman was actually making me breakfast. I couldn’t remember the last time a girl had done that for me. I was usually the one in the kitchen, lots of practice helping my mom out. Especially after her divorce from my father. She’d served him papers right before he went into the clink, but that didn’t mean it’d been easy for her.

  I felt like I was coming home from college every other month to help her out, making her breakfast. I stopped coming when it started to be the other way around, her making me breakfast, and probably the last time a woman ever did that for me. Actually, that was probably also the last time I had a woman press and handle my laundry for me.

  And my boxers.

  Jesus, Bri.

  She had them right there, folded and perfect on her vanity table. My wallet and wrist watch also beside it, she had all the shit I’d taken off before bed perfectly aligned.

  Laughing, I slid the watch over my Court ring and to my wrist, clasping it before picking up my phone—also there. That was arranged on top of my boxers. This Bri was something else, and I had to say, getting her out of what was clearly her anal comfort zone would be fun. Had been fun. I liked to push her, make her laugh and smile when that seemed difficult for her. It’d only made it better for me since it had been hard to get her to break down a little.

  I slipped my boxers on, and my next move had been to go out to her until my phone buzzed.

  A text from December flashed on the screen, completely killing my vibe. Of course, the fact it did completely radiated the guilt. I obviously cared about my friend, but I’d just gotten out of my head and hadn’t really been trying to go back to that place. Not when I’d just gotten out.

  You’re fine. You’re good.

  And I was still her right-hand man, technically. I didn’t know if the official man of honor duties stopped just because the wedding was over, so it’d look really bad if I just ignored her now.

  Only that made me swipe, look at my device. I started to read the screen until my phone buzzed again and her entire face flashed on the front.

  Shit, is she really calling me right now?

  She was. She was calling me here and now when she was supposed to be doing only God knew what with her husband. God definitely knew and I did too.

  Chriiist.

  I answered. Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I answered because I always did. I was always there for her.

  The wedding had just given me an excuse.

  Scrubbing into my hair, I let my head fall against the wall. “What’s up?”

  A laugh on her end. A laugh because she didn’t know. I mean, I was her friend. Always answered for her so why should this morning be any different?

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nbsp; “What’s up?” A curious tone to her voice before a light chuckle. “Who pissed in your Cheerios? No good morning? What the fuck?”

  “Good morning.” I tried to keep the growl out of my voice, the frustration not warranted. Because she didn’t know. Because I wouldn’t let her know.

  Just call me Sergeant Pushover.

  I opened my eyes. “Sorry. What’s going on? Just surprised to hear from you.”

  She did just get married last night, and her husband in the background growling let me know that. How was it possible to hear a scowl over a line? Well, Royal Prinze managed it.

  “It’s Ramses, babe,” I heard her say, and before I knew it, her protest rang and his stick-in-the-mud voice drummed into the phone.

  “Mallick,” he said, his chuckle dark but there. “These calls going to keep up when I’m on my honeymoon with my wife.”

  My eyes lifted toward the heavens, my foot propped against the wall when I tucked a hand under my pit. “She called me, bro.”

  “Did she?” A pause. “Did you?”

  She obviously hadn’t told him, and when another, “Babe,” sounded into the line, I rolled my eyes again. Royal Prinze could be a possessive motherfucker. Warranted or not.

  Another barked laugh. “Well, would you look at that.”

  “Yeah.” And I really didn’t have time for this. Not now. “What’s going on? Why did she call?”

  “Don’t know. Let me ask.”

  He started to when another voice sounded behind me effectively causing me to push off the wall. It was like a knee jerk reaction and surprised the hell out of me, how incredibly aware I already was to her.

  Her voice.

  “Ramses, you up?”

  And then Bri’s fingers, petite when they curled around the door. She pushed her face and shoulders through as well, and I almost damn near dropped the phone where I stood at the sight of bare shoulders.

  Smooth, buttery, the tops peeked above her silk robe, completely exposing her neck and a place I spent a fair amount of time on last night. I’d tasted every inch of this woman in the past few hours. Pussy was like my favorite fucking thing, but I’d spent more time buried in this woman’s neck than anything else. In her hair and that sea of raven black I was pretty sure existed just to completely tease my shit. She had it all up and wild-like this morning, a face fresh and clear and clean of any make up. She was, in a word, gorgeous, and that beauty mark above her lip only put my focus more on her mouth. She held a perfect pout to that cupid’s bow, incredibly sexy and knowing just a tug of her belt graced me more than a flash of her mouthwatering tits…