First Semester (Elton Hall Chronicles Book 1)

by Sarah Fischer

  I lifted my sandwich and showed it to him. “I grabbed a quick dinner. I have a lot of homework and planned to spend the whole night in my room so I don’t need to be escorted anywhere. But thanks for your offer. Good night, Officer.” I said this with a strong emphasis on officer.

  His smile faded for a second but then he found it again. “Anything for you. Since you said you weren’t seeing anyone, I figured you would be free. Come on, a nice dinner out has got to be better than that sandwich.” He was pushing me to accept his date but there was no way that was going to happen. I didn’t want to be mean but I needed to be firm.

  “I just don’t think it’s a good time for me to be involved with anyone. I need to focus on my school work.” There, that sounded good.

  “Like your literature class? I hear you have to work very hard for a good grade from that professor.”

  My eyes about popped out of my head and I felt my mouth instantly go dry but I kept my poker face. He clearly knew something about Berneli. This was too much of a coincidence. Besides, I had never mentioned to him that I was even taking a literature class.

  “That is a hard class but I think I have a handle on it.”

  “I bet you do, have a handle on it.” He smiled his creepy serial killer smile and pulled a white peony out of that ridiculous shoulder bag he seemed to always be carrying. He offered it to me but I didn’t take it. “A single flower isn’t enough to tempt you? I’ll remember that for next time,” Finn said, and finally let me walk into the room. I rolled my eyes and was about to drop my bag off and head over to Annabelle’s room when her door opened.

  “What the hell was that about? I heard noises outside and saw a campus security officer in front of your door. Wasn’t that the guy from the urgent care center?” she asked, looking concerned.

  “Ugh! Come on in. It is a bit of a long story,” I said, and we settled on my bed. I told her about how he kept showing up and was always making slightly inappropriate comments but nothing too terrible to report. “I don’t know. It’s like every time I turn around, this guy is here watching me. I get that he might have a crush but it is getting a little creepy.”

  “Is there anyone you can report him to?” she asked, eating half of my sandwich.

  “I don’t know. He picked the lock of my room the other day and that really freaked me out. But I think he knows about Berneli and me. What if I report him and he then reports me?”

  “What makes you think he would do that?” I saw the concern etched into her face.

  “He drops little comments about me seeing a professor and how I could get kicked out of school for it. But just now, I told him I was staying in tonight to get school work done and he asked if it was for my literature class.”

  “That sounds ominous.” Annabelle’s face went a little whiter and I could tell she was a little freaked out for me.

  “I know, so I don’t want to report him in case he says something about David and me to someone important.” I was trying to brush this whole thing under the rug and just tolerate his crap but it was taking its toll and I was exhausted.

  “Well, I think you should say something, but that is just my opinion. If you do and he reports you, it will sound like he is just trying to get you back. I don’t think anyone would take him seriously.”

  “I’ll think about it.” I couldn’t help but think of Lola and the similarities in our situations. It was easy for me to tell her to report Tyler, but here I was in a situation much like hers and I was scared to report Finn.

  “So, tell me what happened with Berneli,” she practically squealed.

  I explained how he wanted to meet off campus to continue the affair and how we were starting tonight.

  “I really need my own car. It would make this so much easier,” I said after I explained about the cabs.

  “I don’t know. It is kind of romantic to be picked up in a cab and whisked off to your lover’s apartment,” she uttered in a dreamy tone.

  “I guess. I’ll let you know. Anyway, I need to pack a bag. I have no idea what I’m going to wear. I mean, what do you wear to meet your lover at his apartment for the first time?” I got up and started going through my closet.

  “Isn’t the standard outfit a trench coat with lingerie underneath?” Annabelle teased while heading out the door.

  “Ha-ha! Very funny,” I sneered before saying goodbye. I had a few pieces of fun lingerie but they really weren’t all that impressive, or at least not to a real adult. I was going to need to go shopping. For now, I would just have to settle for black matching bra and panties. I slipped those on with a pair of tight skinny jeans and a form fitting red blouse. Then I grabbed my high black heels to finish the look up.

  I felt good about it. I headed to the bathroom and put a little make-up on. I didn’t want to overdo it but I wanted to feel pretty. After my last swipes of mascara and some much needed hair gel, I was ready to meet him. I packed some clothes to wear tomorrow into my overnight bag, grabbed my backpack, and headed to the parking lot to wait for the cab.

  ***

  I took a deep breath and climbed in the back of the car. As we drove off, I realized my hands were shaking. I couldn’t figure out why. He and I had been together before, but maybe it was the idea of being with David again. Maybe being picked up in the cab was romantic and exciting. Maybe it was because I knew just how good we were together. Whatever it was, I needed to pull it together.

  After about ten minutes in the cab, we pulled up to an apartment complex. It had sleek lines and was painted a dark grey color. There were floor-to-ceiling windows in the front with dark molding along the edges. It really was stunning. I was so impressed with the building that I almost didn’t see him.

  David came out of the complex and went straight to the cab. He opened the door for me and offered his hand to help me out. I slid my bags over my shoulder and accepted his hand. Then he stuck his head back in the car and paid the cabbie.

  “Well, aren’t you considerate,” I gushed, batting my lashes ever so slightly at him.

  “I try.” David took my bags and my hand and then we headed to his apartment. When we entered the lobby, I looked around. There were glass tables with gorgeous flower bouquets and gold vases. They were practically spilling out they were so full. I couldn’t help but notice that they were violets. I knew he didn’t put them there but it seemed like a sign to me. Yes, it was cheesy, but they were my favorite flower. My dad had brought a bouquet into the delivery room and my mom loved them so much that they decided to name me after them.

  We headed to the gold elevator and up to the fourth floor. I felt like I should say something, but nothing came to mind that didn’t sound like nervous babble. I kept quiet and so did he. I was getting a vibe that he was a little nervous too but that could have just been my nervous energy bouncing off of him. There was no reason for him to be nervous, right?

  As he let me into his apartment, my mouth dropped. It was amazing. One of the other walls held a giant flat screen and the other had the same floor-to-ceiling windows as the lobby. There was a fluffy grey couch in the middle and it looked as if it was the most comfortable couch I had ever seen in my life. There were bookshelves stuffed with books filling two of the walls in his living room. They were all different sizes and colors and I was itching to browse.

  “This is such a Beauty and the Beast moment,” I uttered before I could stop myself.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You know, in Beauty and the Beast, when the beast is looking for a way to win Belle’s heart? He shows her the giant library and she starts to warm up to him.” I walked over to one of the bookcases and began perusing the titles, running my finger down the spines gently.

  “So does that mean you are warming up to me now?” he whispered, suddenly behind me.

  “It depends. Are you a beast?”

  “Be careful what you wish for.”

  I shivered as he wrapped his arms around me. I leaned my head into his shoulder and cl
osed my eyes, just enjoying the feeling of being close to him. He smelled of clean water with a hint of some kind of musk. It was delicious.

  “I’ve been waiting to hold you in my arms for days. I almost took you in my office earlier today. But I think you knew that, which is why you were teasing me. I also think it is about time I punish you for it.” He nibbled a little on my ear before dropping to my shoulder, moving my shirt slightly so he could kiss the bare skin.

  “It doesn’t really feel like punishment to me. But if you insist.” I giggled as I placed my hands on the bookshelf in front of me.

  “Oh, it will be. I’m going to bring you to just shy of absolute pleasure and then I’m going to stop. We’ll see how many times I have to do it before you apologize.” He pulled the ponytail holder out of my hair, ran his fingers through it, and lightly massaged my scalp.

  “I don’t think you’re going to be able to just stop. I have ways to make you finish.”

  He pressed his body against mine and I felt his excitement. “Remember, I have self-control.” He spun me around and I looked up at him. I saw carnal lust in his eyes and it was exhilarating to know that I provoked such feelings in this man.

  “Remember, I have none.” I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He opened his lips for me and I dove in. He picked me up and pressed me against the wall next to the bookcase. His kisses were passionate and filled with a yearning that I was only too happy to satisfy. Maybe he would forget about the teasing punishment.

  He dipped his head and kissed my neck while moving his hand under my blouse and on top of my black bra. He cupped my breast and ran his thumb over my nipple. They had already grown hard and David recognized this.

  “Easy, love, you always get so excited so fast,” he joked in his gruff voice. When he spoke to me in that low, throaty voice, I could feel myself grow damp. He started to kiss me again and slid his hand from my breast to my back, where he unhooked my bra.

  David then reached back around to my breast and cupped it again. When he gently pulled on my nipple, I let out a moan. I didn’t mean to, but it felt so good. I leaned my head back against the wall when he started to stroke my other breast and I pushed my chest out, forcing more of it into his hand.

  “You’re so responsive to me. It’s going to be very easy to punish you,” he warned in his throaty voice.

  “What?” My eyes shot open. “You were serious about that?” I asked, breathless. He was already building me up to a climax and my pants and shirt were still on. I had a bad feeling about this, or maybe too good a feeling.

  “Teasing is not nice. By the time I’m done, you will be begging for my forgiveness. And only then will I consider allowing you to come,” he threatened while stroking and lightly plucking my nipple.

  I was going to respond, but when I opened my mouth, another moan escaped. David swallowed that moan and kissed me hard. He removed his hand from my breast and moved to my butt. He gripped it hard and picked me up, carrying me to his bedroom. David threw me on the bed and I reached down to take my shoes off when his hands stopped me.

  “No, I like them.” He smiled that crooked smile and bit his bottom lip.

  “I had a feeling you might when I put them on.”

  “I like that you thought of me when you got dressed. I want to be on your mind constantly.”

  “Well, keep up what you’re doing, and I won’t be able to push you from my thoughts.”

  He climbed on the bed toward me, pulled off my shirt, and then made quick work of unhooking my bra. I lifted my arms over my head and he held them down against the bed. David dipped his head and began to suck on my nipple. It was gentle at first and then the intensity picked up. I started to feel an insatiable pressure between my legs. I began to shift and twist my legs, desperate for some kind of relief.

  “No, no, love. You don’t get any kind of relief yet.” He climbed on top of me and held my legs down with his hips. I couldn’t move but I kind of liked it. Then he blew ever so lightly on my wet nipples. The sensation made me shake all over and left tingles down to my toes. “Are you ready to apologize yet?” he asked as he nibbled on my ear.

  “I don’t know what you want me to apologize for,” I purred back.

  “If that’s the way you want to play it, then so be it.” He reached down to unbutton my jeans and then slid them down my hips to show my panties. “Black is really a good color on you,” he said as he slid his finger under the elastic band and then yanked them down with his teeth.

  David started slow and slid a finger inside me, feeling my arousal. It was almost gentle as he went in and out. While it felt amazing, it wasn’t meeting my needs. The pressure inside of me had reached a boiling point and I was going to explode. I raised my hips off the bed in an effort to have him fill me deeper but he was not having it.

  “David. Stop playing with me,” I demanded fiercely.

  He chuckled and slowly took his finger out. “I haven’t heard an apology yet. I can promise you that I will not let you reach climax until I do.” He slid two fingers inside, his pace picking up a little but it was still not enough. I groaned in frustration. David removed his fingers again and dipped his head, blowing slightly. The rush of cold air caught me off guard and I was having problems breathing. Then he slipped his tongue inside.

  “Holy crap!” I screamed. The truth was that no guy had ever done that to me before and it felt amazing. I could feel my release coming closer and closer when he stopped.

  “Say my name,” he commanded loudly.

  “David,” I whispered, begging for him to continue.

  “Now say, ‘David, I’m sorry.’” He then continued to lick. I was quiet for a moment too long when he found my bud. He started to suck on it and I exploded.

  “I’m so sorry. I’ll never tease you again,” I screamed, hoping he wouldn’t stop. David picked up the pace and within a matter of seconds, I was shaking as the orgasm hit me hard.

  “That’s a good girl.” He chuckled and wiped his mouth with a tissue from the night stand. I looked at him and laughed. Of course he was still in his button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his perfectly pressed slacks. Meanwhile, I was lying stark naked on the bed with my jeans at my ankles, my fancy heels still on.

  At first I felt a little vulnerable, but then I realized the excitement. For some reason, I didn’t mind it. Well, at least for a little while. I reached down and removed my shoes and my jeans.

  It seemed to be a crime to cover up that perfect figure. I sat up on my knees and reached out to him. He looked down at me and smiled.

  “You are so beautiful.” There was so much sincerity in his voice and I didn’t feel the need to try to cover myself up.

  I began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his skin as it became free of fabric. As I got to the end, I reached down and took his belt off. David stood with his hands by his sides, not touching me, but watching everything I did with a longing in his eyes that both scared and excited me. I unbuttoned his pants and then slid them off. I leaned back for a second and admired his muscles glistening in the soft moonlight shining through the bedroom window. But I wanted more. I pulled his boxers off and was pleased to see that he was primed and ready for me.

  I reached out and took him, sliding my hand up and down gradually. We maintained eye contact and I watched his eyes light up. But I craved more. I leaned down and took him in my mouth. I started with gentle strokes at his tip and then slowly took more and more of him. When I had all of him I could manage, I began to suck. David’s knees buckled a little and he let out a raspy moan. He then placed his hands on my shoulders for balance. His grip tightened as he fought the battle to control his feelings.

  I continued and took him in and out at a quicker pace, randomly sucking and caressing with my tongue. I felt him tense up and he broke. Berneli let out a loud groan of satisfaction and I took it all. When he had finished, he handed me the box of tissues so I could wipe my mouth. Almost as soon as I was done, David took my fa
ce in his hands and kissed me hard. He pushed me down and then climbed on top of me.

  His hands soon found my breasts and he began to feel, pluck, and squeeze with his strong hands. From between his legs, I could feel that he was already excited and ready for more. Now he was focused on getting me there and he knew exactly what to do to push my buttons.

  Finally, David reached between my legs and found that I was soaking wet. Pleasing him had really done a number on me. I enjoyed it almost as much as he did and he started to kiss my neck. It soon became too much for me.

  “Please, get a condom,” I commanded breathlessly, and he obliged.

  He went into his bedside table and slipped it on. David looked me in the eyes and I could see the fire ready to erupt from him but he still stopped all the same.

  “Ready, love?” he asked, and grabbed my hips.

  I nodded, not sure if I could speak. He slid inside me, slowly at first, and then I soon felt him fill me up. I let out a moan and ran my fingers through David’s hair. The pace was still too slow for me and my core was pounding.

  I needed more. I grabbed a handful of hair and yanked it. He moaned loudly, biting my shoulder in response. But his pace quickened and he pushed even deeper inside me. This already felt amazing, and then he hit my spot. I let out a loud yell of delight and lifted my hips up to try to take him deeper. I could feel my climax coming and I gripped onto it, afraid I’d lose it again. But so far, David wasn’t about to let that happen.

  Within seconds I was screaming his name as the relief hit me and left my body shaking with aftershocks. Apparently, my excitement was too much for David as his climax shortly followed mine. I had heard stories about couples finishing together but it had always seemed like something out of a novel. Especially since most of the guys I’d been with finished way before I was ready. But David wasn’t most guys.

  He kissed me gently and then slid out of me and walked to the bathroom. I lay there on his bed, trying to catch my breath. David came back to the bed and engulfed me in a giant embrace.