I followed close behind but then went back in the class—I’d left my bag on my desk. Jason was still sitting there and he looked at me, confused.
“Where are you going?” He furrowed his brow.
“Berneli wants to go over stuff for the rider. I’ll catch up with you guys after the meeting for dinner,” I said as I headed back out the door.
***
“Is that part of your game? Making me wait?”
He was beginning to really frustrate me. Everything he said couldn’t be sexual. I liked innuendos but his were just constant. Damn, where was his off switch?
“You’re going to be waiting a long time for me, buddy,” I said as we entered the EET office. “I could be happy with Trent.”
“Why be just happy?”
We looked at each other, seemingly trying to decide which way this interaction was going to go. I decided to stick to my guns.
“Oh, so we are actually going to work today?” I asked, and sat down in the chair next to him.
“I assumed so. Is there something you would prefer to do?” He gave me an innocent smile but his eyes gave him away. From behind his glasses, the look he was giving me was dangerous. It made my stomach turn and my toes curl in my shoes, and not necessarily in a bad way.
“Nope, work sounds good to me,” I said, trying to ignore the flames he was igniting inside me.
Surprisingly enough, we did work for about half an hour. He went over example riders he had worked on in the past and how something like Diet Coke versus Diet Pepsi could really create problems.
“Celebrities have these riders for two reasons. The first one is because they can. They can ask for these ridiculous things because we will provide them. It makes them feel even more popular and loved. The second reason is superstition. There are a lot of celebrities who believe that if they don’t have certain rituals before a show, it will be a disaster. So even though it sounds pathetic that they can only eat peanut M&M’s in child size and not king size, maybe it has some significance to them that you don’t know about,” Berneli explained to me. He ran his fingers through his hair and took his glasses off. He was beginning to look tired.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I have just had some long nights working on my second textbook,” he said, and stretched.
“You could give us less homework. I’m sure that would give you plenty of time to work on it,” I suggested, trying to make him laugh. It worked. His laugh was deep and shook his whole body. It was a pleasant sound. I was surprised, but the fact that I got him to laugh sent a surge of pride through me. It felt powerful.
“No, I think you all are getting off pretty easily. Besides, I think you kind of enjoyed the project. I could see you getting fired up and excited. Seeing the passion in your eyes is exhilarating. I forgot almost all of the arguments I had set up to put you in your place,” he said as he inched the chair closer to me.
“I think you made up for it at the end.” I couldn’t move. My eyes were fixed on his and I was trapped. Trapped by my desire to feel his lips on mine, my need to feel his strong hands caressing my body, and my fear of what would happen if I acted upon any of these feelings.
“You mesmerized me,” he whispered, and pulled my chair a little closer to him.
“We can’t do this, Berneli,” I begged softly.
“When it’s just you and me, please call me David.”
“David, we can’t do this,” I reiterated, trying hard to remember all the reasons why this was a bad idea.
“I’ve been waiting to hear my name on your lips.” David leaned in and was now inches away from my face.
“You’re my professor,” I reminded him as my defenses were falling.
“You would get top marks in that class no matter who your professor was. I can put my personal life aside when I’m teaching. But once the clock says class is over, you are back at the forefront of my mind.”
“You could get fired,” I said as I closed my eyes. Looking at him was becoming a problem. He gazed at me as if I was the only thing holding him together. If it weren’t for me, he’d fall apart.
“Let me worry about that,” he said, and lifted my chin up toward his face.
I opened my eyes and inhaled deeply. “I could get kicked out of school.”
“I would never let that happen. I can ensure we’ll be careful,” he promised.
I watched him, almost afraid to even breathe. Finally, he leaned in and kissed me.
Before I realized it, I was kissing him back. I was filled with a wanton need that I couldn’t force down. I had been kidding myself when I said I felt something with Trent. It was nothing like the sensation that coursed through me when I was near David.
He pulled me up on my feet and wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and held me closer to him. I clung to his waist and felt the chiseled muscles of his back. They were even tauter than I remembered. David let go of the back of my neck and took my arms in his hands. He wrapped them around his neck and slipped his arms around my waist. All of this without breaking the kiss.
I was barely breathing just trying to keep up with the intensity and need in this kiss. Before I could suppress it, a moan escaped my lips and David took that as a green light to continue. He reached down and rested his hands on my butt. With both hands he squeezed and lifted me up in the air, placing me on the desk next to the computer. He leaned into me and moaned deeply. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped tightly. With one hand, he started at my knee and slid along my thigh up to my hip.
David then pushed me back a little bit on the desk so I was almost lying down. He was using the leverage to get a better grasp on my ass and I wasn’t complaining.
I finally broke the kiss to get a deep breath. This didn’t slow David down. He placed kisses down my neck and stopped at my collarbone. David started kissing around that spot he found in the classroom. The tension radiating from my core was becoming too much.
“David,” I gasped, hoping he would get the hint that I had enough of this teasing game.
“Yes, Violet?”
He chuckled a little and with one hand he started to grope my breast. His other hand soon found the bottom of my tank top and he went up my belly slowly, finally settling over the top of my bra. Fortunately, the lace one I’d thrown on this morning had been the first one I grabbed. It could have been the sports bra if I had truly dressed the way I was feeling.
While his strong hand was massaging my breast, he was still kissing a circle around my collarbone. He reached up, leaving my breast for a moment, and pulled my ponytail holder out so my hair fell down my back.
“Your hair is so beautiful.” David ran a hand through it and tugged a little. I gasped deeply and my head fell back.
Then it happened. He brought his hand back to my breast and took my nipple between two fingers, then tugged gently. David dipped his head and suckled at my collarbone and I completely fell apart. I let out a moan that was a lot louder than I meant it to be. He chuckled under his breath.
“Better keep it down, love. You don’t want anyone to get jealous,” he teased, and quickly kissed me again before I could give a smart-ass response. I reached up and pulled him by his tie so that he was pressed up against me as close as he could get. He growled and slid his other hand up my shirt and started to feel my other breast.
I broke the kiss and my head fell back again as I tried desperately to keep from moaning again. I bit my lip hard, trying to keep it inside, but I couldn’t fight the sheer ecstasy that built up as he placed kisses down from my collarbone and then between my breasts. He let go of my breast and pulled my tank top down so that he had better access. He was kissing the side of one of my breasts and along the top of it while groping the other one. But it wasn’t enough, I needed more.
David seemed to sense my distress and he reached up my arm and pulled the bra strap down. Again, I praised my luck that I was not wearing my sports bra because that would not have been possible, and damn, I nee
ded it.
He cupped my bare breast with one hand and began placing light kisses all around it. David was not letting one inch of the breast go unkissed, except for, of course, my nipple.
He was doing everything he could to avoid it and I was going crazy. I arched my back to give him a better angle but he was still avoiding the one area I needed him to kiss most. Just as he inched closer to my nipple, he stopped and moved to the other side. He slid my other bra strap down and repeated the torture session.
It got to the point where I was going to explode with frustration. I grabbed him by the hair on the back of his neck and jerked his head up so that we were eye to eye.
“Teasing is not nice,” I said through gritted teeth.
“You started this, teasing me about Trent and all that. I’m teaching you a lesson.” He smiled and kissed the tip of my nose. I went to bite at him and he actually laughed. “I like it when you get feisty. It turns me on.” He then kissed me hard on the lips.
I sat up so I was in a full sitting position. I reached down and started feeling around for his belt buckle. When I found it, I slowly, almost painfully slowly, began undoing it. I finally unhooked it and gradually began to slide the belt out of the loops. It fell on the floor and then I reached for the button on his slacks. I pretended to struggle with the button to create some drama for him. He needed to be punished for teasing me.
“Having some trouble down there, love?” he whispered breathlessly.
“No, just trying to prolong the tension,” I teased in his ear, then nibbled a little. I heard a sharp intake of breath come from him and realized his ear must be his kryptonite. I began kissing around it, and nibbling every so often. I unbuttoned his slacks and went for the zipper. As I slid it down, I felt him. He was practically bursting and I needed to feel more of it. I skimmed my hand down his boxers and felt David shudder as I just grazed him.
We made eye contact and he glanced down with such longing that I was pushed to the edge. I reached down and clutched ahold of his shaft through the hole in his boxers. It was strong and very long. I was a little surprised at how big it was and the anticipation in my heart grew even more.
I slowly began to stroke him and his breathing picked up substantially. This didn’t last long as he quickly pushed me down so that I was lying on the desk. I could no longer reach him and that was a little disappointing. At least it was until he wrapped his hands around my face and kissed me more passionately than anyone had ever done before. He let go and looked me dead in the eye.
“We cannot do this here,” he said, but didn’t move.
“You keep saying that and then continue to initiate this. Make up your mind, because I can’t take it when you get me all worked up and then drop the ball,” I complained, a little breathless. We stared at each other again, not moving. As we were inching closer to each other, my phone in the back pocket of my jeans went off.
“Divine intervention,” he said, and climbed off of the desk.
I sat up and pulled it out of my pocket. Jason had texted asking when we were going to be done. I took a deep breath and then realized that my breasts were still hanging out of my tank top. I quickly shoved them back in and pulled my straps up. David smiled and looked down at my chest.
“Now that is a real shame,” he said, and kind of licked his lips.
“Shut up,” I said, blushing. “I have to go. I grabbed my bag and headed toward the door.
“I wish you didn’t.” David reached out and grabbed my hand. I looked back at him and took a deep breath.
“I know. I wish I didn’t have to either,” I said, and walked out the door. It was not easy but I was legitimately afraid of what would happen if I stayed in that office for a second more. I headed to the EET classroom to catch up with Jason and Annabelle.
They were sitting on the table at the front of the class next to each other. I thought they were a little too close but hey, I clearly was not one to judge. When I entered the room, they both jumped up and looked at me.
“Hey, what took so long?” Annabelle asked me.
“Berneli is just really demanding,” I said, trying to hide the blush creeping up my face.
“I bet,” Annabelle said, but she gave me a suspicious look for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I have to get to dinner so that I can meet up with Kenny.”
We all headed to the cafeteria.
***
After we finished eating, I was in my room writing in my journal, trying to figure out what my feelings were. When David held me and kissed me, my body felt alive. It felt right, and I knew he felt the same way. True, he hadn’t said it, but somewhere deep inside of me, I was positive.
When I was with Trent, though, it was something real. He and I could walk down the hall together and gaze into each other’s eyes in the lunch room. I got butterflies when I saw him and it felt amazing when I kissed him. Plus, he was available, and being with him was not against, like, fifty rules.
But the easy way wasn’t always the best way. Then again, shouldn’t it be easy when you’re with the right person? Basically, I was really torn.
I was just finishing up my entry when there was a pounding on my door. I got up and answered it. Annabelle was standing there and she looked panicked.
“Hi,” I said when she didn’t respond right away.
“Oh my gosh! You will not believe what just happened.” She rushed into my room with her hands up in the air.
“You would be correct because I’m pretty sure you should be studying right now,” I said as I climbed onto my bed and patted the spot next to me.
“I was studying with Kenny. He came to my room and we were studying and he explained it so well that I got it within, like, ten minutes. So we were just hanging out in my room and somehow started playing mercy.”
“Wait, like, mercy the hand game where you try to hurt the other person?” I asked as I interrupted her. This was a weird story.
“Yeah, that game. And during the process of this game we somehow ended up on the bed and he was on top of me. Then he leaned in and kissed me.”
My mouth fell open. “Shut up! He kissed you? Like French kiss, like a peck, like huge make-out session?”
“In between huge make-out session and French kiss. So, I pulled away ’cause I wasn’t comfortable. I mean, this was my first kiss and he was pushing it real far. And when I stopped it, he asked what was wrong and I told him that it was my first kiss.”
“Really, that was your first kiss?” I didn’t know that about her.
“Yeah, but anyway, he looked deep into my eyes and asked, ‘Why, you’re so beautiful?’ So I got really uncomfortable because no guy has said that to me before so I told him he had to go. He climbed off of me and went to leave. But then turned back around. You will never believe what he said. He asked me not to tell anyone. So, naturally, as soon as he left, I came over here to tell you.”
“That’s kind of an intense first kiss situation,” I replied, still in shock.
“I know, right?”
“Wait, why were you in your room? I thought you would meet in the common area or somewhere public.” I couldn’t picture Annabelle inviting Kenny over to her room. Hell, she didn’t want Jason or Kyle to hang out in there.
“I don’t know. It just happened that way. It’s not like I saw this going down.”
“So why would he say not to tell anyone?” I asked, confused.
“I don’t know. But, obviously, I was going to tell you,” she said, and that made me feel like crap. She hooked up with Kenny, like, three minutes ago and here she was talking to me about it. Yet I had hooked up with David three times and she still had no idea. This was probably not the time to say something since it was her moment, but I decided then that I needed to find time to tell her.
“Well, did you like it?” I felt like this was an important question.
“I don’t know. The whole thing took me by such surprise. I didn’t know he found me attractive or anything. Did you pick up on an
ything?” she asked nervously.
“Um, after you guys exchanged numbers, I saw him making eyes at you, but that’s all,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. Maybe I missed something. I tried to think back to the couple of interactions the three of us had. I couldn’t think of any other time, but we really didn’t see him much. “I guess we’ll see what happens this weekend at the party.”
“Oh, I forgot he was going to that. I guess we will see.” She looked hopeful and a little giddy. It was about time Jason got a little competition.
Chapter 8
When I woke up the next morning, Lola was still not there. I shot her a text just to make sure everything with her was going well and started to get dressed. I was halfway dressed when I realized I would be having class with Berneli this morning. I needed to look nice for him. I grabbed my black skinny jeans and put a purple off the shoulder blouse on. It accentuated the curves of my boobs perfectly, something I knew Berneli would appreciate.
I ran into the bathroom and started the make-up game. He had seen me yesterday with none on, but today, it would be on point. I didn’t have time to straighten my hair so I used gel to make my waves behave. At the end of all that work, I looked pretty good. I grabbed my backpack and headed to class. I had tried to meet up with Annabelle but she had already left. Apparently, I was taking too long.
I walked into class about five minutes before it was supposed to start. David was there and so were a couple of other students. I didn’t want to walk over to him since he was in deep conversation with one of my classmates. So I headed to my desk and sat down. I was getting my notebook out with my questions for today’s discussion when I heard my name.
“Miss Carrington, can you come up here and pass these papers out regarding the first essay of the semester?” David, or rather Professor Berneli, asked me. I got up and headed to the front of the class. He handed me a stack of papers and then looked at me. “You look nice today. That color brings out your eyes,” he whispered, and gave me a little wink.
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