by Claire Adams
I laughed. “Tessa, the house is paid for. I’ll be fine, trust me. Miriam had a life insurance policy. We both did; in case something happened to one of us, we wanted to make sure Ally was taken care of.”
“Oh,” she said. “Thank God. That is a relief. Good. Now we can take that bitch down!”
I laughed, thrilled to be on her side. She squirmed a little on my lap, and it was like a flip switched in my body. I wanted her again.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Tessa
As I laid against him, my ass cradled in his thighs, I felt the moment he went from stressed out to turned on. I adjusted my legs a little to give his growing erection a little room to breathe. The feel of it pressing against my butt was making me want to strip the leggings off and sit down, taking in every hard inch of him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
I looked up at him, kissed his chin. “Don’t be.”
He looked ashamed. “It’s you. I can’t be anywhere near you and not want you. Do you swear you didn’t put some sort of voodoo hex on me or something?”
I had to laugh. The poor guy looked miserable, like a teenage boy who couldn’t fight the random erections that popped up at the most awkward times.
“No hexes.”
“So, let’s focus on your revenge plot. That will help keep my mind off other things.”
I doubted it, but I was willing to throw him a bone.
“Well, when the dean was expelling me, she cited the handbook. The rule is that a student and professor cannot date or have a relationship. I told her I wasn’t your student. I was your assistant. She said it didn’t matter, but I think it does. So do Maria and Jake. What do you think? Am I splitting hairs or do you think I have a real chance?”
He nodded. “Absolutely. You were never my student. Your job as my assistant is worth a credit, but you can’t earn a better grade than that, so the idea that sex is being used to barter for a good grade is not an issue.”
“I hope it works. I am definitely going to appeal her decision. I have to file some paperwork on Monday in order to get a hearing with the school board. I hope they don’t put me off too long. If I miss too many classes, I’ll end up failing and losing the credits anyway. Plus, as part of my assistant duties, I can’t miss more than eight days in your classes.”
His erection was growing. No matter how serious the topic of discussion was, his body had other ideas. I moved, a slight adjustment that positioned the bulge directly under my pussy. I undulated over it, relishing in the feel of the hardness against me.
He groaned. “Don’t move like that.”
I smiled. “Ian, I was thinking that maybe we should address other more important matters before we try to come up with some master plan.”
“No, I’m sorry. I’ll focus. Go ahead,” he said through gritted teeth. I knew he was trying to will his erection away.
“I’d rather do something else instead. I don’t want to think about that anymore. I want you, Ian. I need you inside me. I want your mouth on me.” I used my best sexy voice, hoping to convince him to fuck me senseless. I was tired of dwelling on that other matter. I needed him to remind me why we had risked it all, and in my case at least, thrown everything away.
“Maria?” he said her name, questioning, even as his hands were running up my t-shirt.
“Gone until tonight,” I breathed, the shivers of arousal already moving over my body in anticipation.
His hand gently moved up and down my arm. My skin felt flushed, and I could feel my body revving up in anticipation of what I knew was coming.
“I’ve never wanted anyone so much, Tessa.” His voice was barely above a whisper. His breath parted my hair as he spoke, brushing over my ear and leaving a trail of gooseflesh trailing down my neck to tickle my spine.
I turned to face him; I needed to taste him. I pressed my lips to his. I didn’t know what I wanted for sure. I knew he would know how to quench the fire that had spun me into this ravenous woman who couldn’t seem to function properly without him buried inside me. I wanted sex, that was a given, but it felt like this wild, adventurous woman was screaming deep inside me for release. She wanted out, but I couldn’t figure out how to release her. Instinctively, I was certain that Ian would know.
He shifted me off his lap, gently placing me beside him on the couch before he came over me, kissing me like a man who’d been denied for years. His hunger was tickling that woman inside me, but it wasn’t enough to spring the door. I needed more.
My hands reached under his shirt, slowly at first, but then his kiss deepened, and I lost all hope of taking it slow and easy.
“Take it off,” I demanded, yanking and pulling with no progress.
He leaned back and yanked off his shirt, before diving back in to hold me.
“My shirt,” I complained. It was in the way. I wanted it off. I wanted his hands on me. I needed to feel his chest hair scratching against my too-sensitive breasts.
He pulled back, stood and reached out a hand to pull me up. With agonizingly slow movements, he slid my shirt up and over my head. I fought the urge to tear it off. I hadn’t bothered putting on a bra this morning, for which I was ever so grateful for now.
He stood back, looking at my naked breasts, the nipples hard and jutting out, begging for his touch. I reached out to touch him. He shook his head, telling me no without saying the words.
“Take off your leggings,” he ordered, stepping back a few more inches. The distance between our bodies was killing me. I quickly started tugging the leggings down over my thighs.
“Slowly,” he said, speaking the word on an exhaled breath.
I immediately stopped my wiggling and looked up at him. That woman who had been screaming to come out and play took over. I shut down any inhibitions that tried to block her way. I wanted to cross this line with Ian as my lover.
I stepped out of one leg and turned around, putting my back to him and bent over, my hand resting on the seat of the couch for balance. I slowly arched my back, giving him full view of my sex, barely covered by the tiny black thong I was wearing.
“Good God,” he moaned, but he didn’t move towards me.
I used my bare foot to pull the legging off my other leg, still bent over, my hair hanging loosely down my back. Once I was free of the fabric, I stood and slowly turned around, facing him in nothing more than my thong. I stared at the erection perfectly outlined in his jeans.
“The panties,” he said, in a guttural voice.
I looked down at myself, placed a hand in between my breasts before moving a finger to my nipple, circling it and gently pinching it between my thumb and forefinger. I moved to the other side and repeated the action. I watched him watch me. It emboldened me. I slid the tips of my fingers down the center of my abdomen. His sharp intake of breath gave me courage to keep moving. My fingers rimmed the top of the triangle of fabric covering my pussy before disappearing under the black satin.
“Fuck me,” he moaned.
I looked up, met his eyes before his dropped down to where my fingers were slowly moving under the fabric. Remembering the way he used his own fingers, I slowly pushed one finger in and moaned with ecstasy.
“Take them off.”
That sensual woman was in control now, and she wasn’t ready to relinquish it to him. I slowly shook my head before pushing deeper. His eyes jerked upwards, holding mine a brief second before my head fell back, my hair brushing over my bare back. My other hand came up to cup my breast, kneading it in time with the motion of my finger moving in and out of my slick entrance.
“Tessa,” he said in a voice that sounded as if he was choking.
I focused my gaze on him again, before removing my finger and slowly moving my hand to the tiny bit of elastic on the side of the thong. I made a show of slowly pulling the panties down my legs, turning around once again to use the couch as support.
When I turned around again, passion was making his nostrils flare, and his eyes were mere slits.
“Sit,”
he demanded in a deep voice that further enhanced my arousal.
I obliged, taking a seat before opening my legs a little more than was appropriate for a lady and leaned back on the couch, using my elbows to prop myself up. He took two steps towards me before dropping to his knees, putting his hands on my hips and yanking me forward.
“I have to taste you,” he murmured, before putting his head between my legs and intimately kissing me. His gentle licks and kisses were lovely, but I needed more. That insatiable woman clamoring for her release demanded more.
My hands went to his head, my fingers running through his hair encouraging him to dive deeper. When he obliged, my nails scored his back as the pleasure became too much. My orgasm was violent, my body bucking and arching as pleasure ripped across every nerve ending. He suckled and lapped, drawing out the climax.
It was only the beginning. I wasn’t satisfied. I pulled up on his arms, sitting up and furiously working the button on his jeans. He stood, yanking me up with him, slapping my hands out of his way as he expertly unsnapped and unzipped before stepping out of the jeans. I was already on my knees, pulling his briefs down and taking him in my mouth. I was in a frenzy, sucking and pulling at his engorged penis.
“No,” I heard him say from some faraway place. I was lost in the act of bringing him to a climax.
He pulled me up, pushed me in front of him. We rounded the couch where he stopped me with his hands on my waist before putting his palm in the center of my back and pushing me down while still holding my waist with the other. My hands came to rest on the back of the couch. I bent over, waiting for him to enter me. I could feel my own juices dripping down the inside of my leg.
“Now, Ian. Take me, now,” I told him, bending further and spreading my legs a little wider.
One hand went to my pussy, his finger separating the folds, before gently rubbing over the already swollen nub. I felt his knuckles on my butt a moment before I felt his dick rubbing where his finger had been. I reached back, pushed his hand away and took his cock in my hand. I gently squeezed, pulling a low groan from him.
I used my hand to direct his dick where I wanted it, rubbing it along the folds, teasingly putting it in before pulling it out. I loved the control despite being in such a vulnerable and exposed position. I continued to rub myself with his cock firm in my fist. I used him to bring myself to the brink but stopped before falling into that void of sweet ecstasy.
“I want you to cum,” he said, pushing me with his hips.
“Not yet.” I rubbed my clit with the head of his cock, pushing back into him, increasing the pressure.
I moaned, unable to fight my need another second. It was a slow hint at a coming climax. It started slow, deep in my toes, making me rise up on my tiptoes, my calves tightened as the feeling spiraled up through my legs, focusing on where I was slowly pushing his dick in.
He grabbed my wrist, threw it out of the way, and pushed into me. I groaned, a long drawn out sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as he pushed in deeper before pulling out and pushing in harder and faster. It felt as if I was climbing the highest mountain, and every push was taking me higher. I couldn’t seem to reach the top. Every inch of him was scraping over what felt like exposed nerves, creating this searing sensation of intense pressure and pleasure.
Every push from him took me higher, but I couldn’t quite get what I was so desperate to have. My head thrashed back and forth as I begged my body to give me what I craved. It was right there, but I couldn’t have it. It was making me delirious with need. I groaned. It was torture of the best kind.
“Cum for me, Tessa,” his deep voice washed over me.
And like that, I did. I was falling off that mountain for what felt like long drawn out minutes. He was over me, his arms wrapped around me as we fell together. My legs were too weak to stand. I could feel myself sliding downwards.
He scooped me up, carried my naked body to the couch and plopped down. We were right back in the same position we had been not all that long ago. My body felt limp. We were both breathing hard, and I could feel sticky sweat between our bodies.
“I love you,” I breathed.
“I love you,” he repeated.
We sat there, catching our breath, he was slowly caressing my body. It was beautiful. The sex had somehow gotten better. I knew it was because I felt complete with him. He was the man I had been waiting for, and my body recognized it.
“Let’s shower and then get a plan together, and we prepare to fight!”
He chuckled. “I’m ready.”
I could feel the first stirrings of another arousal. This was going to be a long shower, but I didn’t mind. We had all night and all day to come up with a plan that would bring Dean Scribbs to her knees.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ian
I was ready. It felt good to have a purpose, to have something worth fighting for. Saturday afternoon and evening had been pretty unhelpful when it came to solving Tessa’s problem, but I didn’t think she minded. Once we had professed our love for one another, I couldn’t keep my hands off her or my dick out of her. I swear to God if I could have tied her up and kept her in bed for the next week, I would have. I felt like an eighteen-year-old kid. I had made up for four years of celibacy in a single day. I have no idea where I found the strength or stamina, but it was there.
Now my body was spent, and when we woke up Sunday morning, I felt as if I had finally been somewhat satiated. We both did. Thinking back to our lovemaking ignited that familiar flame, but I wasn’t desperate to have her now. I could wait—until tonight.
“You ready?” Jake asked.
I looked up from the table where I sat with my notes spread out. “Yep. We better get over there. She’s chomping at the bit.”
Jake laughed. “I’m surprised she is actually waiting for us to go with her. She was pretty fired up last night.”
I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, she is hoping your legal loophole will be her saving grace. There is a lot riding on this. Do you really think it will work?”
Jake nodded. “If the dean refuses to reinstate Tessa, we’ll take it up the chain. She was right, the rules and code of conduct say nothing about a relationship between an assistant and a teacher. She isn’t your student. She takes none of your classes. There is no violation per the rules. There is no potential gain or power. There cannot be a conflict of interest. The dean doesn’t have a leg to stand on.”
I prayed he was right.
My brother, in full lawyer mode, started pacing the length of my small table. “Furthermore, the fact she made a decision without questioning you or Tessa and based it all on the gossip of one young and disgruntled student is even more reason she must overturn her initial decision. There was no investigation. She took the word of one student who had no proof. I have never heard of anything so preposterous. Where is the evidence?” He shouted the last bit.
I had to laugh. He was good. Really good. Law school had paid off for him, and he had found his calling. I imagined lawyers would be looking for the exit when he showed up in court across the table from them. He was a force to be reckoned with.
“I’m glad you’re on my side,” I told him, meaning every word. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s head over to Tessa’s and pick her up.”
She yanked open the door the second my car came to a stop. She was very eager to get her day in court—or at least face the woman who was attempting to disrupt her life.
“Hi,” I said, giving her a quick kiss. “You ready?”
“Yep, let’s go get the bitch.”
I leaned back and laughed. “You are one fierce woman!”
We piled back into the car, with Jake taking the backseat. We chatted about the weather and nothing in particular on the drive over. Tessa was wringing her hands.
I reached over, and placed my hand over both of hers. “It’s all going to work out.”
“I hope so.”
The three of us walked into the administration office, setting the t
ongues to wagging. Ladies who worked in the office were trying not to look directly at us, but their effort was ridiculous. It was obvious our story had spread throughout the office and likely the whole campus. Teaching students who thought of me as a lecherous predator was not going to be easy. There was also the fact that one of those students had turned us in. She had felt it was her business to run to the dean with some bullshit story, just to get back at me.
“You’ll be meeting in one of the conference rooms,” we were informed by a young woman who looked a little too eager to do the dean’s bidding.
Tessa was dressed in a black pencil skirt and white silk blouse. She looked like she could be the lawyer, and I couldn’t help but watch as she followed behind the woman, her shoulders back, and her head held high as passing students turned to point and whisper.
I gave my best professorial scowl, but it only served to heighten the whispers.
Let them talk.
“In here.” The woman pushed open the door to a room with a large table in the center, and a whiteboard at one end of the room. There were eight chairs positioned around the table, which made me a little nervous.
Our escort left, shutting the door behind her.
I turned to Jake, who looked cool as a cucumber. “What the hell? Are they planning an ambush?”
He smirked. “Don’t panic, it’s meant to intimidate. They could bring in twenty people, and it wouldn’t matter. Tessa was right all along. The law is on our side, and their own rule book backs up our case. Have a seat and don’t let them scare you. Push back. Show them you are confident and let them be worried. We got this,” he stressed.
“I’m ready. She doesn’t scare me,” Tessa said, pulling out a chair at the head of the table. It was a calculated move. She was putting herself in the position of authority, and I was very proud of her.
The door swung open, and Dean Scribbs walked in, followed by a short, stout elderly man.
“I am Mr. Hendricks. I represent the school and will be handling the majority of any questions you may have. Dean Scribbs is here as a courtesy; please keep that in mind,” the lawyer said, attempting to shut us down before we even got started.