by Avery Kaye
She’s in a hurry for release. I’m not, but I don’t want to draw this out too long. Still, I’m not ready to let her cum yet. I tease her with my tongue and teeth, licking and nipping but avoiding her clit. And she writhes and moans beneath me, her thighs and stomach tight.
Her response is driving me crazy. My balls are so high I could probably sing soprano right now. And my dick is so hard I could drill through fucking concrete with it. But I don’t stop. I tease her, torment her, taking her to the brink of orgasm again and again until she’s begging me for release.
Then, at last, I move in for the kill.
The first flick of my tongue on her clit makes her shiver from head to toe. She smacks her thighs tight, catching my head between them, and I push them apart, as wide as possible. Then I do it again, lightly drawing a circle around it. She fights against my hold for a moment or two but then surrenders and spreads those luscious thighs even wider.
Ready to see her cum, I go to town, letting my tongue dance up and down over her clit. My nose fills with the musky scent of her growing need, and I know she’s close. My dick gets even harder, and I battle the desperate urge to plunge inside her hot little channel. It would be heaven. It will be. But I won’t let myself take her yet. Not until she is truly mine.
On the verge of snapping, I focus on her body, on the ripple of her muscles as she gets closer to climax. On the scent of her need. And the sounds of her little gasps and whimpers. A few more flicks and she arches her back, thrusting her breasts in the air. Her pussy spasms. And I climb up her body, pulling my sweet, precious girl into my arms. She trembles, lost in the pleasure I gave her.
Satisfied I’ve done everything I can, I press by hard dick, still safely packed away in my pants, against her wet center and let go, my cum spurting into my boxer briefs.
Someday it won’t have to be like this. We won’t have to hide our love. We won’t have to deny ourselves what we truly want. But for now this will have to be enough.
My arms wrapped protectively around my sweet girl, I lift her so I can take her place in my chair and then set her on my lap. I nuzzle her neck and whisper into her ear, “I love you.”
She smiles and my heart stops. Literally. “I love you, too.”
“I wish I could freeze time,” I tell her, letting all my defenses down. “Because I’ve never been so happy. Ever.”
A tear slips from her eye, and I thumb it away. “Tell me things will always be like this between us. That we’ll be happy together for the rest of our lives.”
“I’m going to do everything in my power to give that to you,” I promise her. “Absolutely everything.”
“Thank you. I want to make you happy too.”
“Then tell me your secrets, Kelsey. Your dreams. Your fears. Tell me everything. And I’ll do the same. If we can trust each other, then we will be happy.” I cup her sweet face. “There is nothing I won’t do to make you happy. Nothing”
“I can’t tell you how much that means to me,” she whispers. “For the first time in my life I feel loved. Truly loved. Cared for. Protected. Cherished. Maybe I needed to go through hell to recognize and appreciate true love when I finally found it. This love…it’s a miracle. And I’m the luckiest girl in the whole world.”
My heart swells so big, it practically explodes in my chest. “And I’m the luckiest man.”
10
Kelsey
I don’t walk out of Jordan’s office; I float. I swear to God. My feet don’t even touch the ground.
That man’s mouth is magical.
But more than that, his heart is so good, and he is so affectionate and loving and attentive. After he made me cum, he held me so sweetly, tenderly, I swear my heart practically shattered. I hadn’t realized I could be so happy.
Love is so much more than I dreamed.
Love makes the sky bluer.
Love makes the air sweeter.
Love makes the future brighter.
It changes everything.
In the third floor hallway, I turn the corner, toward the stairs.
I’m starving.
It’s too late to get dinner at the union. But that’s okay. Before I left his office, Jordan gave me some cash to pick up something from the café. A turkey sandwich sounds good. With Swiss cheese. And chips.
I pull open the door to the stairwell, and suddenly, I’m grabbed from behind, spun around and slammed up against the wall. The door bangs shut, closing us in, the sound echoing loudly in the hollow space, drowning out my scream.
A hand smacks over my mouth.
Eyes bore into mine.
I know those eyes.
“I saw you with Dr. Conners,” Kade snaps.
My heart literally drops to my gut. And a burning chill sweeps through my body.
Kade has never looked at me or touched me like this. His words are loud in the hollow space. And they terrify me, not just because of the anger I hear in his voice but also because of what his words might mean.
He knows.
He peels his hand away from my mouth. His fingers pinch either side of my face, forcing my lips to protrude like a fish. “You lied to me, Kelsey.”
My stomach does flips, one after another, after another. I’m not hungry anymore; I’m sick. I feel myself tremble. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t lie about anything.” I smack his hand away and shove his chest. “Let me go. Or I swear, I’ll report you.”
Ignoring my threat, he plants his hands on the wall, his arms caging my head, his body blocking my escape. “What were you doing in there alone, Kelsey?” he demands. “Did you suck his dick with that pretty mouth?”
“Go to hell.”
“I know how well you can use that mouth.” He stares at my lips. Creepy, stalking bastard. His tongue sweeps across his lower lip. “Maybe you want to put it to work now?”
My stomach convulses and I swallow hard.
God, what did I ever see in this asshole? I mean, when we dated, he didn’t seem so bad. But after he broke up, that’s when things got ugly. Lately he has left me alone. I thought this was over.
Clearly I was wrong.
“Fuck off, dickhead,” I grit. “This is called stalking. And it’s a crime. I’m going to report you.”
“If you report me, I’ll report you.” He sneers. “I’m sure Dean Spitz would love to hear about what you two have been doing in Conners’ office.”
My blood turns cold.
How could he know?
I try to imagine how he might have caught us. But there isn’t any way. Both times the doors were shut. And locked. Both the department’s outer office door and Jordan’s.
And Jordan’s office has no window.
He’s fishing. He has to be. He couldn’t have any proof of anything.
And if he has no proof then I have nothing to worry about.
I just have to keep denying anything he says. Keep denying. But as soon as I can, I need to talk to Jordan.
This is a wakeup call.
I swallow hard and fight to control my breathing. I have to keep my head clear. I don’t want to make this worse than it already is. “What are you talking about? I work for the math department. You know, grading quizzes, filing, that kind of thing? It’s my job. I haven’t done anything with Dr. Conners. Or any other prof. End of story.”
Kade smiles, tips his head. “Are you sure you want to go with that answer?”
He doesn’t know anything, I tell myself again. He couldn’t.
Jordan and I have been careful. We haven’t been anywhere together in public. Other than on Thanksgiving. But that was only once. And we didn’t actually touch or anything while we were out. Plus, we weren’t on school property. We left town.
I shove him hard but he doesn’t budge. “Get out of my way. I need to go.”
“If Dean Spitz finds out about you two, you’ll be kicked out. And Conners will be suspended.”
A wave of white hot rage blazes through me. I shove him again. As h
ard as I can. “Why are you doing this to me? Why are you trying to fuck up my life?”
“You’ve got it all wrong, Kelsey.” He grabs my wrists, pins them down, against my sides. “I’m not trying to fuck up your life.” Kade visibly inhales. Exhales. I glare. “Okay, I admit, I was being a dick for a minute. But I’m acting this way because I’m mad about this. I mean…why him? Why? Do you know what a sick bastard Conners is? Have you heard what everyone says about him? Do you know you aren’t the first student he’s fucked?”
“Again, we haven’t fucked, Kade. I don’t fuck.” I yank one of my hands free and poke him in the chest. “You, of all people, should know that.” My heart is pounding hard, and I feel sick. I am terrified, and, yes, a little confused. Jordan hasn’t talked much about his past. Yes, there are rumors. About him with other students. And teachers. Including Dr. Jacobs. And him being into bondage and stuff. I’ve heard them all. But after getting to know him, and not finding a bondage dungeon in his house, I’d started to believe those were just made up stories. It wouldn’t be the first time a student made up a story about fucking a teacher.
What if they aren’t stories?
“His personal life is none of my business,” I growl. “He’s just my teacher.”
“The look on your face says otherwise.” Kade shoves his hand through his hair. “Look, I apologize, Kelsey. For being such a dick. I lost control for a minute. But that’s only because I worry about you.”
“Don’t.”
“I’ve tried. Believe me.” He steps back, letting me get away. I steady myself with a hand on the wall for a second then start stomping down the stairs.
He follows me. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you,” he says to my back. “Don’t you care that he’s had an affair with another student before? It was five years ago. She was kicked out of school. My sister knew her. It really fucked up her life.”
A chill sweeps up my spine.
Could Jordan have had a relationship with a student before? Would he have?
It’s hard to believe, especially the way he was at first with me.
But…
It’s possible.
If he did sleep with a student, he didn’t tell me about it. Why? We’ve talked about other people we’ve dated.
It’s in the past. Have I told him about every guy I dated? No.
I want to know the truth.
I think.
Then again, maybe I don’t.
Do I need to know? Or don’t I? Will it change anything? Will I trust him less? Will I love him less?
Crap, I need to think.
Whatever I decide, one thing is clear: Jordan and I need to be very, very careful. I shouldn’t be in his office alone with him anymore. “I don’t need your protection, Kade. I don’t need anyone’s protection. So please, leave me alone.” I shuffle down the stairs faster.
“I care about you,” Kade yells. The words echo against the concrete block walls.
Reaching the ground floor, I run to the stairwell door and yank it open. I have told Kade not to care. Many times. I have told him to go away and forget I exist. But still he doesn’t listen.
I don’t know what it’ll take to get him to leave me alone.
Up until this point, I haven’t been a total bitch about it. That’s just not me. But I think it’s time to drive my point home.
I spin around and glare at him. “We broke up,” I remind him. “Remember that? We broke up in July. We tried being friends, but that didn’t work. You need to leave me alone. Forget about me.”
“I’ll never forget about you.” He shakes his head. “I--I love you.”
Shit. I don’t want to hear him say those words.
“Stop torturing yourself.”
I walk away.
I need a beer. No, I need a whole case.
And I need to talk to Jordan. About a couple of things. Including the rumor about the other girl.
Kade may not have any proof. And he was probably bluffing, but we need to be even more careful than we have been. In fact, we should just stop. May isn’t that far off.
“I would take a fucking bullet for you, Kelsey Steele!” Kade shouts. “A bullet!”
I hurry across campus toward Jordan’s house. From this point on there won’t be any kisses. Or spankings. Or anything else that could get us in trouble.
And, in fact, I think I’ll quit my job. Because that’ll make it that much easier for both of us.
Checking occasionally to make sure Kade isn’t following me, I walk to Jordan’s house. It’s dark. And this isn’t the best neighborhood to walk through by myself. But I can’t ask anyone to come with me. I go fast, watching for any threats.
I make it there safely.
The gate is shut so I can’t go to the kitchen door. I run up the front steps and knock on Jordan’s front door. The door swings open. Jordan steps to the side to let me in then closes the door behind me. “Kelsey.”
“Jordan, I’m sorry but I have to quit my job. Effective immediately,” I blurt.
He steps closer, but I back away. I don’t want him to touch me. If he does, I might lose my nerve. And neither of us can afford that. I have to stay strong. “Is there something wrong?”
I cross my arms over myself, fingertips digging into my upper arms. This is so hard. But it’s better for both of us. “I…” My words catch in my throat. I can’t ask him about the other student. I feel like I have no right. “People are talking. I’m sorry. Very, very sorry. But I have to quit.” I turn around, hoping to escape before he can stop me, but he catches my wrist and holds on. Very tightly.
“Talk to me.”
“I can’t.” I yank, and my wrist breaks free. I spin around, grab the doorknob and pull.
Jordan reaches around my shoulder and shoves the door. It slams. “What’s going on?”
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to begin.
I want to ask him about the other student. But maybe now isn’t the right time. Does that stupid rumor matter, anyway? Not really. After all, we need to take a break. To avoid anyone finding out about us. And quitting my job makes that easier.
But I want to know…
I stare at his front door and search for words. My thoughts are too scattered and conflicted. I’m scared. And confused. And at least a dozen more emotions are whipping around inside of me.
“People are talking, Jordan.” I glance over my shoulder at him.
“Who? What are they saying?”
“About us. And…” I stare into his eyes.
I can leave. Right now. I can step out that door without asking him the question burning in my head.
But…
“Was there another girl? A student? Five years ago?” I blurt. Then, terrified of how I’ll feel when I hear the answer, I drop my gaze.
“Who told you that?”
“Just tell me. Please.”
“No. I’ve never had a relationship with a student before.”
A massive weight lifts off my shoulders. I lift my gaze and lean against the closed door. “Then it’s a baseless rumor.”
“Not exactly baseless,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. His jaw clenches and my heart starts pounding again. I can tell this isn’t something he’s comfortable talking about. It’s something he didn’t want me to know. Why? “It was a complicated situation. But I hope you can trust me. There’s only been one student who has tempted me to do something so reckless.” He cups my chin and lifts it. “That’s you.”
I search his eyes.
He’s telling the truth.
And I can breathe.
Still…
“I can’t work for you anymore,” I tell him. I reach behind my back and grip the doorknob. “I love you. But we can’t do…this anymore, either. Someone is going to find out.” I point to him them myself. “I’ll see you in class, Dr. Conners.” I twist the knob and pull.
“Kelsey,” he whispers.
By the time my
feet have hit the sidewalk, tears have totally blurred my vision.
It’s just for a little while, I tell myself. Over and over and over. It’s just for a little while.... We can start seeing each other again after graduation. It’ll be better then.
If…
Of course he’ll want to. He isn’t going to just forget about me and move on.
Of course, he won’t.
I hope.
In case Dr. Conners decides to follow me, I hurry down the street. I still can’t believe I just broke up with him. I do a lot of blinking to keep my vision clear and walk as fast as I can to my dorm. My cellphone, inside my pocket, is ringing and ringing, and I know who’s calling me, even though he’s never called my cellphone before.
Jordan.
He has to stop.
I hit the button, shut it down, and keep going, going, going. I am so focused on getting back to my dorm that I don’t care who is around me or what’s going on. I just walk. As fast as I can. And blink a lot. I breathe hard. By some small miracle I make it to my dorm room without totally falling apart.
The instant my door is shut, I lose it.
In front of Madi.
Trembling all over, I clap my hands over my face and fight to breathe.
She grabs me and throws her arms around me. “Ohmygod, Kels! What’s wrong?”
My throat is too tight to talk. I swallow hard, gulping down sobs that are stuck in there. I can’t breathe. My head is throbbing and my stomach is twisted into a knot. As I fight to gain control of myself, Madi holds me, softly talking in my ear, saying words I know are true but words that can’t take away the ache.
“Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”
“You aren’t alone.”
“It’ll be okay.”
At last, I get control of myself. Hiccupping and gulping and sniffling, I drag my hands across my face, smearing tears I hadn’t even realized were there. “Okay. I’m okay now.”
“What happened?” my worried bestie asks.
My legs wobble as I stagger to my desk chair, turn it around so it’s facing Madi, and sit. “It’s all so complicated. And I was afraid to tell anyone.”