“May I ask why?”
He simply looked at me for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. “We shouldn’t be having this conversation. I shouldn’t even be out with you, but I couldn’t just leave you there. I could lose my job for this and although you and your mom are at odds, I’m sure she wouldn’t be pleased with your teacher out like this with you.”
“Probably not, but it’s not like I could have called her.”
He didn’t say anything after that. We turned the corner coming off of the exit and he sighed realizing we should have walked the other way, but we kept walking anyway.
“Look for a sign that may lead us back to any expressway. They usually have gas stations not too far away from them.”
I nodded and kept my eyes open as we walked Pryor Street SW. It took us a while, but we finally found a Chevron after he stopped and asked a police officer. The officer was nice enough to take us to the gas station. I was damn near frozen as we slid into the police car. He allowed me to sit in the front seat and I noticed his eyes stayed on my thighs most of the drive. I sat there thinking about how I’d gotten myself into the situation. My lover kept calling and I knew she was probably pissed, but she’d still have to wait, regardless.
I got out of the car once we pulled into the station, and went into the store. I was thirsty and wanted water but needed to warm my insides, so I grabbed myself, Mr. Rodriguez, and the officer some cappuccino. I also grabbed a couple bags of chips and Snicker bars. I paid for it all along with gas and walked back to the car.
“Thank you. I appreciate it,” the officer said when I handed him the cup of cappuccino.
“You’re welcome. We would have still been walking and searching if it wasn’t for you. So thank you.”
He was an older gentlemen but it was clear that underneath his uniform he worked out faithfully. He had a deep voice, like Barry White, with a low-cut fade that made his angular face even more attractive. On any other night he would have been my next catch. My phone rang out again and again; I ignored it. I waited until Alex, as his wife had called him, finished pumping the gas into the container and handed him his cup.
“Hold it for a second. Need to run into the store for a minute.”
I nodded and watched as he briskly walked while pulling out his cell. It was no secret that he was probably calling his wife. I watched as he bypassed the counter and headed for the bathroom. It wasn’t all that long before he came back out and stopped at the counter, probably thinking he had to pay for the gas. I sighed and shook my head as I set the bag down and finally picked up my phone.
“Hello?”
“Where the fuck are you?”
I was silent as I watched Mr. Rodriguez walk back over to me. “You paid for the gas? You have enough money to do that?” he asked me.
I covered the phone. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Thank you though. You want your cappuccino now?”
He looked at me and for the first time I realized that he was checking me out. His eyes were roaming my face and he gave me a brief once-over before taking the cup from my hand.
“Let’s get you back to your car, Ms. Dixon,” he responded once he realized that my eyes stayed locked on his for a little too long.
I put the phone back to my ear knowing she’d heard the whole exchange.
“Vix, for real? You playing me to the left for a nigga? Again?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I can hear the motherfucker in the background, bitch!”
“What you heard is someone helping me get gas to put in my car.” I slid into the front seat of the cop car and sighed while rolling my eyes.
“You’re such a liar. Why didn’t you just call me?”
“Because it’s your fault anyway.”
She didn’t say anything for a while after that. Anytime I hit her with a dose of the truth she got quiet.
“You’d better not be with who I think you’re with. I heard his voice. Don’t make me ruin his career because you want to be a whore.”
I hung up the phone and she called right back. I ignored her. It didn’t take long to get back to my car. We thanked the officer and he went on about his night. I stood by the passenger side of my car while he poured the gas in, and thought. As much as my lover claimed to love me, her words were harsh, that of a woman who just wanted to be in control of everything. She’d threatened his career when I held hers in the palm of my hand. I had no doubt she would make good on her threat, but then if she did I would turn her world upside down, starting with telling her husband about her past life and the relationship she and I carried on. It’s not like I even cared for Mr. Rodriguez’s wellbeing, but more so that I was tired of her having the upper hand in our relationship.
My attention was brought back to the current situation when I heard my car start. I turned and looked before walking around to the driver’s side. He sat there with one foot in the car and one foot out, so I walked between his legs and stood there. He stopped looking at the gas gauge and looked up at me, scratching the bridge of his nose before getting out of the car. We were so close I could smell the cappuccino and peppermint on his breath.
“Let me tell you something,” he said before putting his hands on my waist and turning us around so that my back was against the car and his back was facing traffic. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Excuse me.”
“I know what you’re doing, but I’m not going there. Understand? I’m not cheating on my wife and I’m not going to fall for the little game you’re playing.”
“Game?”
“Yes, game. I know your type. I know what you get off on. Been there, done that. It’s not happening, so stop. The looks you give me in class, the way you claim to need help with class work when I know you don’t, even this little thing you did with calling for my help when I’m sure you could have called someone else. Stop it. What you want, I’ll never give. Comprende?”
I could have just pretended as if I didn’t know what he was talking about, but why prolong the game? I took one of his hands and placed it between my legs.
“I always get what I want. Always. You’re telling me that you haven’t thought about it?”
He snatched his hand away. “No. Now get in your car and go.”
“You’re lying. Otherwise how would you know about the looks I was giving you in class.”
“Get in the car, Vix.”
I took his hand and placed it to his nose. “Smell good, doesn’t she?” I took his same hand and licked each of his fingers. “I’m not leaving you on the side of the road. I’ll take you home.”
I slid in my car and waited for him to move so I could close the door. His mouth may have said one thing, but the growing bulge in his pants told another story. It didn’t take him long to close my door—well, slam it—and walk around to the passenger side to get in. Once we were both buckled in, I pulled off into traffic and got off on the first exit to turn around and go back to 75 South.
“Where do you live?” I asked.
“Not telling you where I live. I don’t trust you.”
I laughed out loud and quickly looked at him. “I’m seriously no threat. If you say no, I can’t make you fuck me.”
He cut his eyes at me. “I know your kind. It’s not happening and I think it would be best if you asked if you could transfer to another class. That would be in both of our best interests.”
I shrugged. “Not going to happen. I told you I won’t be a problem unless you make me one. If you know you have no intentions of getting between these thighs then I can’t force you to do so. Problem solved.”
I could feel him watching me every so often as we got off on the exit going back into Jonesboro. I made him uncomfortable for some reason and the only reason I could think of was because I was his student. Honestly, what could I do if the man I wanted didn’t want to do me? Obviously, he was fighting with his own demons. I had put two and two together and figured that maybe he’d cheated on his wife before a
nd that was the reason for her outburst.
“Where’re you going?” he asked.
“To my hotel since you won’t tell me where you live.”
He didn’t get a chance to respond since his cell rang.
“You’re really tripping over nothing,” he said as soon as he answered the phone. “You left me on the side of the road, and do you honestly believe I would bring you with me to help someone I was cheating with? Ella, es mi estudiante for crying out loud!”
The insecurities of women always worked in my favor. There she had a good man and she was accusing him of something that he wasn’t doing and obviously had no intention of doing. Women like his wife always pushed their men further and further away and into the arms of women like me. The only person’s happiness I cared about was mine. As he sat and argued over the phone with his wife, I pulled into the back of the hotel I was staying in. By the time I had parked the car, he had hung up the phone. His eyes had watered over and he was visibly angry, which meant to me he was even sexier.
“Thanks for the lift. I’ll wait at the Waffle House for my brother to come and pick me up.”
He said all of that as he exited the car and slammed my door again. He quickly walked away, not even giving me a chance to say thank you or good-bye.
Chapter 4
1:30 A.M. and my cell buzzed with a text. I assumed it was my lover because she’d been calling and texting nonstop. After a while I just stopped answering and responding. I looked at the phone and was about to turn it off until I saw who it was texting me.
What room are you in? the text asked.
I responded, giving my room number. A few seconds later a knock on my door made me jump up. I quickly walked to my door and opened it and shock registered across my face at the man who pushed past me and entered my room. I closed the door and locked it, looking at him with a bewildered frown.
“What the hell are you doing here and how did you know where I was?”
“I bought your car. It’s LoJacked.”
I simply looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “So what the hell are you doing here? What do you want?”
He stood there and looked at me with his arms folded in a wide-legged stance. Any other time this would have been a perfect scenario, but I wasn’t so sure at the moment.
“Why do you do it, Vix?”
“Do what?”
“Why do you play these little games?”
I knew what he was talking about. Too many times I’d winked, smiled, and accidently bumped into him, giving him just enough space to feel my breasts or have my ass brush against his crotch. The week before I’d touched myself thinking about him and left my thongs in his briefcase. He’d left his briefcase in my lover’s car, so I left a little gift for him.
“You came all the way over here to ask me that?” I asked as I went to get back in the bed. “I’m tired and I’m sleepy. Go home to your wife.”
I pulled the covers back over me and left him standing there. I hated for any man to play games with me and the fact that he was there at that time of morning meant he was only doing it to see if he could rattle me. Or, he could have been there just to piss his wife off. If you haven’t figured it out, the man who was standing in my hotel room was the dean’s husband, my lover’s husband. We’d been secretly seeing each other for a while too.
I turned over and kicked at him when he snatched the covers off of me and snatched me down to the edge of the bed by my ankle. He’d done a lot of fronting too and his wife had no idea that he wanted me. And he had no idea I was screwing his wife.
I kicked again, missing his thigh as he jumped back.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked him with a frown on my face.
I looked up into his caramel candy–coated face while his chocolate eyes stared at me from behind his glasses. “I’m about to fuck you.”
I tilted my head and frowned up at him. The whole time I’d known he wanted to. I didn’t care how respectful he was when she was around. I knew men, and I’d known it was only a matter of time before he’d allow his true colors to show.
“Like hell you are,” I said as I watched him unbuckle his pants, step out of his shoes, and strip his body naked.
My resolve faltered, looking at him naked up close. He took his hand and stroked his well-endowed manhood before walking closer to me; the pre-come leaking from his tip invited me to kiss it. He fisted the back of my hair as my neck stiffened and his other hand went around my throat.
“Open,” he demanded as he held his dick to my mouth.
By looking at the man standing in front of me you would never be able to tell that there was this wickedly sexy side of him. I knew what I was about to do was wrong, but I opened my mouth and let him slide in. He grabbed both sides of my hair and made love to my mouth. Slow at first, then faster, harder, and more aggressive until he made me slobber all over him and he came down the back of my throat. He’d surprised me. I had no idea his sexual prowess was this wild. When he’d come and I thought he was done, he quickly flipped me over.
“Get on your knees,” he demanded.
I wasted no time. I wanted to see if he knew how to use what was swinging low and thick between his legs. Once I was on my knees his big hand came up and grabbed the back of my neck, holding my face down so that there was no way I could move. There was nothing gentle about the way he entered me. It was hard and swift. I grinded my teeth and my hands gripped the covers. He grunted behind me as he used his dick to stab me over and over. To anybody else what he was doing may have been a turn-off, but to me, it had me coming all over the place.
“I knew you could take this dick,” he growled out as his hand left my neck and grabbed a handful of my hair while still holding my face down.
A hard slap across my ass made me jerk and scream into the covers. His dick was wide and long and certain spots he hit hurt so good that they caused my pussy to have jerking seizures on the inside. I felt my pussy slobber and squirt all over him and the bed. His hips pumped hard and made his thighs slap against my ass. I would be sore the next morning no doubt. When I felt him swell and he was about ready to come he snatched my head up so hard it felt as if he was trying to snap my neck. His hands left my hair and gripped my waist, pulling me back into him, forcing me to catch and take his hard thrusts while slapping my ass hard at times.
“I’m coming,” he sputtered out. “Turn around and swallow this shit.”
I complied and quickly turned just in time to catch the geyser-like eruption as he grabbed both sides of my head, forcing me to deep throat him and take it all down. I swallowed and used my hands to caress his sacks, listening to him as his voice showed his satisfaction. I let him stroke my jaws until he was limp.
“I want you to know I hate you for what you just made me do. I’ve never cheated on my wife. Never had the urge to until you came along and I’m going to always hate you for it.”
I looked up at him then pushed him away from me. “You’re so full of shit. I didn’t make you do shit you didn’t want to do. When you go home and fuck her tonight, think about me.”
He shook his head. “You’re so damn evil, why? What the hell happened to you to make you so damn heartless?”
“Life. Now if you’re done you can get out of my room.”
I walked into the bathroom and closed the door before grabbing my toothbrush and turning the shower on. I could swallow come all day, but I hated the feel of it on my body. Some of his come splashed on my chest and I needed to wash it off quickly. I jumped into the shower. The water was scalding hot, but I needed to make sure it came off. I grabbed the apricot scrub and Ivory soap and got down to scrubbing my chest. Once I felt like I was clean enough, I brushed my teeth and tongue, gargled extra long with Listerine, and stepped out of the shower. Thinking that I would be alone, I walked out of the bathroom and was shocked to find him still in my room.
I stopped and looked at him. “Is there any reason you’re still here?”
He was sitting in the chair by the window, still naked. He sat laidback with his legs wide and dick still semi-hard.
“I figure since you let me get some pussy I may as well taste it, right?”
He stood and walked over to me, snatching the towel away and pushing me back on the bed. Every word that left his mouth amazed me. None of his high-polished society friends would think he spoke like he had and they definitely wouldn’t think he would be in a hotel room cheating on his wife with me.
“You’d better do it right or we’re going to have a problem.”
I was anxious to see who could eat my pussy better: him or his wife. He spread my legs and pushed them back. I watched as he smiled and licked his lips before taking his glasses off. All I remember next is my legs shaking, head jerking, back arching, and squirting all over his face. His tongue and lips put something on me I’d never had before. He had lifted my hips from the bed and had my legs in the shape of an N as he continued to eat me out. The next thing I remembered when he finally let me go was waking up the next morning. He was gone.
The next couple of days came and went and I was still paying for that hotel. I hated spending my own money on me so, after I’d played hide and seek with my lover, I decided to call her. Her husband and I had been seeing a lot of each other over the past couple of days and, trust me, he’d been good to me. He’d bring me food, money, whatever I needed. He even brought me pamphlets of apartments and condos to look at, but he wasn’t getting me out of the hotel fast enough.
She answered on the first ring, just as I knew she would. “Damn, Vix. Where are you?”
“I’m safe. How are you?”
“I’m missing you. Look, I’m sorry about all of the stuff I said to you last time, okay? I just want to see you.”
Her voice was shaky and I could tell something was wrong.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked her as I sat at Barnes & Noble, looking over homework.
“I think he’s cheating on me.”
I was silent for a moment. “And what makes you think that?” Knowing I already knew he was, I just wanted to hear her answer.
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