by Brenda Ford
“No, nothing.” I force myself to drag my eyes away. “I’m just proud of you, that’s all. The way that you handled yourself today. I just… well, if you have any questions, please just ask.”
“What sort of questions would I have? I know what’s going on.”
“I don’t know.” I shrug helplessly. “Why your father is like that? Why I stayed for so long? Why I didn’t tell you that he was out of prison, so you had to find out that way? Anything you like.”
“Because he’s an asshole who can’t take responsibility for his own actions. He tries to blame addiction but he’s been locked away without it for years so that’s bullshit,” Rosie counts on her fingers. “Because you were terrified of leaving him and also of losing your family. And probably because you were trying to think of the right way to tell me. Honestly, Mom, I know what’s going on. I understand and I don’t blame you.”
This chokes me up all over again. I don’t know how I ended up getting so lucky to have a daughter who is so incredible and understanding. I could have had that all taken away from me. Lux could have convinced her that I wasn’t good enough. This could all be so much different. I’m glad it isn’t.
“Now, Mom, we both need a coffee, so I will make one. And you are going to stop yourself from worrying.”
“I’ll try.” I rub my eyes, getting rid of any stray tears. “Sorry, I’m a freaking mess.”
Rosie hugs me tight, holding me into her before she bounds into the kitchen and she switches the coffee machine on. While I wait for her to come back, I flicker through the last sheets that I have to see how much marking I have left to do… which is the moment I spot a name which causes jolts of everything.
Nelson Smith. I rub my finger over his name, my heart skipping a beat. Nelson freaking Smith.
With everything that has been going on today, I nearly forgot about Nelson and the incredible night we shared last night. That really was incredible. It’s a shame that I couldn’t just bask in it for a while. That Lux tried to ruin it, but I can feel it all right now. Everything. The way that he made my body feel.
After seeing Lux today, I probably should be reminded that any romance is dangerous, that there is always a risk however wonderful the person seems on the outside – and Lux did seem like a charming, sweet guy at first which is why I ended up falling for him – it’s always a trouble. It’s bound to be a serious problem with Nelson as well, he is the biggest risk of them all. I should be avoiding him more than anyone else…
But I don’t want to. I want him again. I need to feel him, to really experience him. Having him buried deep inside of me only made me hungry to have him again and I want that. I want that so bad that it hurts.
“Oh, Nelson Smith.” I barely even notice that Rosie has come back into the room and is leaning over my shoulder. “That dude is so weird. Honestly, Mom. When the cops were here earlier, after you had already gone to the station, he started freaking out. I think that he might have a little school boy crush on you.”
Everything freezes over, I can’t move because I’m absolutely stuck to the spot as those words brush over me. But then a heat so intense that it almost knocks me off my feet as it washes over me and changes everything.
“What… what do you mean?” I ask with a stammer in my voice.
“Well, he was saying that someone needs to look after you. You know, because I had Oliver with me. It was weird. And after him coming here the other night for seemingly no reason… I don’t know, it was odd.”
“Hmm, yeah, I don’t know what to say about that,” I muse, only because she’s looking at me so expectantly. “He hasn’t ever shown any sign of that. Perhaps he was just concerned.”
“Yeah, yeah. You know that guys don’t do anything nice if they don’t want anything.”
“What about Oliver?” I cock an eyebrow. “He’s been your best friend for ages. He doesn’t want more. Perhaps the Smith brothers are different from other guys and they are just nice.”
I can tell that Rosie doesn’t know what to say to that, and I’m glad to have managed to shut her up. Of course, I’m not being totally honest, I know what Nelson wants from me. The same that I want from him. Everything. As she takes her seat, I smile to myself, grateful that I’ve managed to keep my little secret for a little while longer. It won’t last forever, of course. Everyone is bound to find out soon, but for now, he’s still just mine.
I can’t wait to see him again as well. That thought absolutely thrills me. I have missed him today, but I’m sure that we will still keep our little window date tonight. Who knows, maybe he will even creep over here again and we can have some more fun…
Chapter 15 - Nelson
I don’t even bother with my house when I get back from school, I don’t think that anyone will be in at this time anyway, so I go straight to Amelia’s door. Sure, Rosie might answer and give me more shit, but I just need to know that Amelia is okay, that’s all. I just want to see her. Even for a moment.
Every cell in my body pulses and pounds as I knock on the door. I do it quietly, not wanting to sound threatening after everything that this family has been through today, whatever that might be. But as I wait for someone to answer the door, I’m impatient, worried that I haven’t made myself heard…
“Nelson?” It’s Amelia. She opens the door just a crack at first, clearly fearful. “Aren’t you at school?”
I shake my head. “No, I came back as soon as I finished my test. I want to see you.”
“But you need to do your classes, don’t you? Because it’s so late in the school year?”
“Can you let me inside?” I ask instead. I’ not here to talk school. “I want to see you. I’ve been worried.”
She sighs and pulls the door open wide before ushering me inside. “Rosie has just popped out to see her friend, or boyfriend, I’m not too sure. She never tells me anything, but I don’t know how long she will be, so we don’t have long.” She runs her eyes all over my face. “But you don’t have to worry. It’s okay.”
Since we’re alone, I want to take full advantage of this moment. I grab Amelia by the hips and yank her closer to me. Her body crashes against mine and at the same moment our lips collide in a kiss that sets me alight. Flames of passion light all over me, a shiver races down my spine, I’m reminded that this woman is my everything.
Am I falling for her? I ask myself as her tongue invades my mouth. Like, really falling for her?
This isn’t even official yet; I can’t be throwing the L word everywhere but the worry that has consumed me all day long has really intensified my feelings. I do really feel that love. It might seem too soon and I’m sure that some would argue I’m too young for love, but if I feel it, it’s there. It’s real. I’ve been in this for a lot longer than we’ve been kissing anyway. For months I’ve been in to Amelia, so it can easily be love.
“What happened?” I ask quietly in between kisses. “Why were the police here before?”
“You don’t want to talk about school?” she replies, her sexy plump lips brushing over my exposed throat. “I don’t want to talk about that. Not right now. We don’t have long alone, let’s focus on me and you.”
Her hand cups my bulge, instantly hardening me and making me forget about anything sensible. I knot my fingers up in her hair and pull her closer to me, kissing hard and fast. I still want to know what’s going on, but I’m too lost in her right now. Her mouth, her tongue, her lips, her fingers…
Her hand is stroking me, sending my head spinning with desire. Even through the material of my jeans, her touch is phenomenal. She really knows what she’s doing which I love. This is why an older woman is great… thank fuck I wasn’t a disappointment to her when she found out that I’m a virgin.
Amelia’s eager fingers work the buttons on my shirt, and her lips follow downwards. She kisses over my chest, my nipples, my stomach, and down towards the top of my pubic hair. My heart pounds so hard and fast, my breaths are ragged and desperate, I’m shuddering violently already, so I
don’t even notice the moment that my trousers and boxers whip away until Amelia has my cock in her soft, delicate hands.
“Oh wow,” I groan. My eyes slide downwards as her knees hit the floor. Between my legs with my steel rod in her fingers, she appears completely at my mercy… but I’m actually at hers. As she strokes me and blows hot tickling air down my length, I feel myself losing my mind already. “Oh shit, Amelia.”
“If you hadn’t ever been fucked before,” she whispers, her words vibrating over me. “Then I guess you haven’t been in someone’s mouth before either?” The cheeky knowing grin on her face is too much. I’m scared that I will erupt like a volcano all over her face already. “Is oral going to be your very first time?”
I can’t speak. She has literally taken all the air out of my lungs. I just nod instead and watch as her lips draw closer to my lips. I suck in a breath and hold it tight in my lungs, the anticipation too much for me. Having no air makes me dizzy and desperate, completely falling apart. Amelia senses this and loves it.
“Oh, you are about to have your mind blown,” she gushes. “I can’t wait.”
Just the sensation of her lips touching my tip nearly knocks me from my feet. The sound that flies out of my mouth is something that I haven’t ever heard come from me before. But then this is a brand new feeling to me, so it isn’t a shock. Her lips on my, the wet heat coming from her mouth, it’s utterly intense.
At least, I think it is until something else happens. Her tongue darts out of her mouth, just for a split second, but it sends me flying backwards. Luckily, I find a wall to lean against to hold myself upwards as she comes for me again. This time, her lips part wide, and she takes me between them, slowly dragging me all the way to the back of her throat. She soaks every inch of me in her delicious saliva and I can hardly stand it.
“Oh fuck.” Then she makes it even better by pulling her lips back the other way, swirling her tongue all around me as she does. The pressure of pleasure flutters in the pit of my stomach, it’s a storm cloud brewing, a tornado growing by the second. “Fucking hell, Miss Clark, this is too damn much… too much for me…”
I love knowing that she’s my teacher, knowing that is wrong between her lips. There’s a thick tension in my thighs, a heat in my spine, a thundering in my heart. I haven’t ever felt this way before, she’s sending me wild with the way that she is sucking and licking, tugging and teasing, driving me insane.
“Oh, this is too much for me,” I moan. “You need to stop. I need to be inside of you.”
But Amelia doesn’t listen to me. She moans deliciously, humming all the way along my cock, making my knees buckle. I knot my fingers up in her hair, half to hold myself up and half to feel her movements. I don’t want to guide her, she sure as shit knows what she’s doing more than me, but I want to feel it.
“Holy shit.” My toes curl over, my muscles ache and throb. “Oh fuck, Amelia.”
I want to hold back, to really experience every inch of this, but I can’t. She’s too good, too phenomenal, too much, and I can feel it coming. It hits the base of my cock and I let out a guttural scream that seems to come from the pit of my stomach. It’s so deep and growling that it actually vibrates all the way through me intensifying everything. I call out her name over and over again, saying like a prayer as I lose all control of myself.
I shoot my seed far down the back of her throat, fireworks exploding inside of me as I do. Every single cell, every fiber, it all erupts and transforms me as it does. If I thought that having sex was incredible, then this is something else. This is new, thrilling, off the wall. My head is so high in the clouds that I’m not connected to the planet anymore. Amelia has me soaring above the earth, just coming like crazy.
“Fucking hell,” I pant out, falling forwards as I’m spent. Drained and done. “Wow, Amelia.”
“Told you I would blow your mind, didn’t I?” she asks with a cheeky grin. She rises to her feet and I kiss her hard, tasting myself on her lips. “Ooh, well I’m really glad that you enjoyed yourself then.”
“You have no idea! Fucking hell, I just… well, now I want you to enjoy yourself.”
Just as I’m about to slide my hands down her body, we hear a sound that shocks us both. We leap apart like we have been electrocuted, dressing ourselves in rapid succession. If I’m all panicking and out of breath, then I dread to think how Amelia must be. We’re in the shit if we get caught here.
“I’ll distract her,” Amelia whispers. “You escape. Get out of here unseen.”
“How?” Shit, I really am panicking now. “She will hear the front door if I open and close it.”
“Then go out from the window. Creep up the stairs and climb across like you did yesterday.”
Luckily, I know that I left my window a little bit open this morning so I can do that. It will just be getting up the stairs, that won’t be easy. But Amelia is focused on her own mission now, so I can’t ask anything else.
“Hey, Rosie, you’re back!” she declares a false bright tone. “Ooh, and you brought groceries.”
“Er, yeah.” I squeeze my eyes and cringe internally when I can hear how suspicious Rosie is. “Just dinner stuff. I figured you might be hungry after the shitty day that we’ve had so you might want something nice.”
“I’m actually starving! Shall we go into the kitchen and start cooking.”
Rosie replies, but I don’t hear what she’s saying because it’s a little muffled. But I do hear their footsteps as they move from near the stairs into the kitchen area. Once Amelia closes the door, citing that she doesn’t want to set off the smoke alarm, it’s time for me to go. With a pounding heart, so loud I’m sure Rosie can fucking hear it anyway, I tip toe across the room and towards the stairs. It’s a relief to hear music playing in the kitchen, Amelia’s attempting to help me as much as possible, which encourages me to get going.
Each step upwards is terrifying, especially when I stumble across creaks, but it seems like no suspicious daughter is bursting out of the kitchen and kicking me for corrupting her mother, which means we might have gotten away with it. Yet again. I suppose that can’t last forever, but the longer we keep going, the better.
I finally step into Amelia’s bedroom, a place that I have been before and that I’ve spent a lot of time staring into, but I’ve never really looked around. It’s kinda lovely. All cream colored and grown up. Homely too though, a face where I feel safe and welcome. Since I don’t fit in many places, it’s nice to find a place that I do.
“Me and you,” I whisper around the room as I head towards the window. “We’re the real deal, Miss Clark.”
I slide the window up, doing everything that I can not to make any noise, and I hop up to leave. I feel a sense of regret as I go because I don’t want to leave Amelia. Especially when she has pleasured me and I haven’t returned the favor, but we don’t have any choice. This is all that we have right now… I will return the favor anyway. As soon as I get the chance, wherever we are, I will.
Chapter 16 - Amelia
Nelson meets my eyes across the class room and I love the cheeky shiver I get which is tearing down my spine. We aren’t even doing much study now in the class, there isn’t too much we can do aside from revise everything to make sure the students are ready for the test. Not that they are listening to me anyway. I wonder if they have noticed that I’ve given up fighting them all or if they’ve all just given up too much themselves. Either way, it’s a good way for me to have a secret eye flirt with Nelson. I just hope that no one notices.
As I read from the text, just to give me something else to say, I think about how pleasurable the first week of the restraining order has been. I was worried about Lux at first, thinking that he would come to me, but he hasn’t. I guess he didn’t enjoy jail much because he definitely doesn’t want to go back. Thank God. I have another free week as well, after which the court will definitely (fingers crossed) approve a long-term order and I can get three free years.
With every mo
ment that passes, I feel the confidence that Lux threatened to crash down, building up in me again. Bit by bit it’s creeping through me and causing me to be the shining star that I once was. Maybe even more so because I have a young man at my finger-tips now. Whenever I want him, he’s mine. It’s great. The fact that it’s secret makes it even more thrilling. Nelson makes me younger and much more vibrant.
“Miss!” Jake shoots his hand in the air. “Can we go? Class is nearly over, and this is boring.”
Some of the other kids gasp in shock, but I just laugh. He’s right, I’m even boring myself. “Well, there are fifteen minutes left…” Jake groans loudly. “But if you promise not to get in to any trouble, you can go.” Everyone rises to their feet and as they start to move out, a naughty thought crosses my mind. “Nelson Smith, can you stay behind, please? There are some things that I would like to discuss about your latest paper.”
The class bursts in taunts about him being in trouble, but they all move out quickly as if they don’t want to be caught themselves. As if it matters what I say about their work this late in the game. But Nelson senses what’s going on and he just smiles before taking his seat all over again. God, he looks fucking sexy there. Unlike a student, more like a man who wants to make me scream in pleasure. It’s a risk to even consider it here in my place of work, but since we’ve been getting away with it so much, I can’t help but want to push it further. It’s become a bit of a fantasy of mine to fuck in my office and I need it to come true.
“So, Miss Clark,” he says in a sultry tone as soon as we are alone. “What have I done wrong?”
“I think you know.” I shoot him a playful wink. “Everything you wrote in that essay is wrong.”
“Oh dear. And now you need to punish me? Well, I suppose if that’s how it has to be…”
I walk into my office wiggling my finger at him, indicating for him to follow me. The anticipation combined with the knowledge that I could lose everything here, sets me alight. I am in complete flames and I need to be sated. As soon as me and Nelson are in the office and I have shut the door behind us, I grab him and kiss him hard. At first, it seems evident that he’s scared, and he thought that this was all just a game. He stiffens up, pauses for thought, but soon caves to the deep passion within him. Just like me, he can’t hold back. He wraps his arms tightly around me, kissing me back just as passionately. We’ve kissed in here before, but it wasn’t like this. This time we know it’s going somewhere which amplifies everything.