by J. L. Beck
I had made a deal with the devil himself and he was going to own me in the most immoral of ways.
Chapter Two
Andrew
There was something wrong with me. There had to be, there just wasn’t a legitimate excuse as to why I made the deal with Ava. My cock was hard as steel and the need to possess her right here on my desk was so consuming that I had to break the kiss, even if I didn’t want to.
“Come here, Ava.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was too deep, too turned on. Her soft doe eyes met mine. She looked like a bad decision wrapped up in a whole lot of temptation, and I wanted to taste that temptation. I wanted to fucking devour it.
She took a step forward, and then another, until she was directly in front of me. I itched to touch her creamy smooth thighs that peeked out at me from underneath that black skirt she was wearing.
“Where do you want me?” She asked, her voice almost submissive. I couldn’t help but smirk at her question, her eyes narrowing at my humor.
“I want you in a lot of places, darlin’, like on my cock while I’m throbbing deep inside your warm cunt, on my fingers while I’m pumping in and out of you, or even better, having your pussy sit on my face while I listen to you scream out my name over and over again.”
I could tell my words had an effect on her, almost the same type of effect that her mere presence had on me.
“You want all of that with me?” A warm blush formed on her cheeks and I took the moment to gently push her against the desk, her thighs resting on the edge of it, while I moved my chair, centering myself right in front of her.
“If only you knew the ways I want to possess you…” I gripped her by the hips firmly, scooting her ass onto the desk. A small gasp left her lips, which only fed the horny as hell beast inside of me.
“You’re my professor, though…” Her voice was weak. It was beyond noticeable how much she wanted this.
“I might be your professor, but I’m also male, and when I’m stuck in a room with a gorgeous, smart, sassy as fuck beauty like yourself, well, you can imagine how all of that makes me feel…” I needed to own her. To worship her body like no one else ever had. I would prove to her that no one would fuck her like I could. I couldn’t hold back anymore, especially knowing that her friend was waiting right outside the door.
I pounced like a man that was starved, craving so much more than I had ever had. My lips pressed against Ava’s and my body went into sensory overload. A shock of pleasure went down my spine, hitting me right in my ball sac, making my knees weak, and my head spin.
A sexy moan filled the air, and I wondered for a second if it came from me, until I realized that Ava was wrapping both her arms around my neck, pulling my body flush to hers.
“You’re so sexy…” I mumbled, which gave her the opportunity to slip her tongue into my mouth. Her sweet and sultry taste flicked against my tongue, as we possessed each other’s mouths. Ava’s nail dug into my shoulder blades harshly, the pain only adding to the pleasure that filled my veins.
I needed more. I wanted more. I pulled from her touch, forcing her hands from around my neck. I needed to taste her, really taste her. With a smirk on my face, I placed a hand against her shoulder, gently nudging her backwards onto my desk. She complied, leaning back onto her elbows, as my hands landed on her knees.
Easy , Andrew.
As badly as I wanted her, I needed to take it easy. I had one chance to show her the ways I would possess her.
I looked up into her beautiful blue eyes, eyes that reminded me of the color of the ocean. There was nothing but trust lingering in them, so I made my next move, rolling forward in my chair all while spreading her knees apart.
Holy fuck.
My heart was beating out of my chest, as I caught a glimpse of her pussy in the dim lighting. Gently I lifted her skirt, the material bunching up by her waist, revealing a cleanly shaven pussy.
My fingers dug into her thighs, the raw need to possess her was overwhelming me. All I could see was her . All I could feel was her . All that mattered was her .
“Ahhh.” The sweetest sigh known to man-kind came out of her mouth, just as I my finger traced her lips and the seam of her pussy. Unable to help myself, I slipped a digit deep inside her, my body shaking with need as I pumped in and out of her. Ava moaned loudly, her legs spreading wider, as her knees fell to the sides.
“That’s it. Talk to me. Tell me how badly you want this.” I teased, pulling my finger out of her warm cunt. An irritated huff escaped her petal pink soft lips and I smiled because I wanted to hear her. I wanted her to know that it was me who gave her this pleasure and that no one else would ever give her something this great.
“Please…” She begged, her voice dropping to a whimper as she stared down at me with need in her eyes. That’s all it took. A simple please, and I was broken. I slipped two fingers back into her tight hole, a ripple of pleasure making its way down my spine as I leaned into her pussy, sucking her clit into my mouth.
I knew the moment I had found her g-spot because her hands went into my hair clawing at it like her life depended on it. I continued my assault on her pussy, licking, biting, and flicking my tongue on her clit, while pumping in and out of her tight hole. I wanted more, so much fucking more, but she wasn’t ready, not yet.
“I want you to tell me how much you want it, Ava. I want you to beg me. Beg me to give you your release. Beg. Me.” I growled against her pussy, her juices exploding against my tongue.
“Mr. Caldwell…” Her head moving back and forth, as if she was trying to fight off the pleasure and pain she was surely feeling.
“Ava.” I reached up with one hand, pinching her pebbled nipple through her white dress shirt. A moan ripped from her throat, coating my insides with happiness.
“Yes, sir…” She huffed, out of breath, her eyes large and bright, as she stared at me with a lustful glare.
“Beg me. If you want to cum, you need to ask me for it. Just like if you want that passing grade, you’re going to have to use more than your tight as fuck pussy on me.” I ordered, her body squirming beneath my gaze.
“Please. Please, let me cum.” She begged, her nails digging into the wood beneath her hands.
“More.” I growled, pinching her other nipple, another moan escaping her throat.
“I want you. I want you to touch me. Please.” Another plea for more… My cock was already stiffer than it ever had been. I leaned over her body, my breath fanning against her face.
“Roll over.” I ordered. She hesitated slightly, but did as she was told. I moved off her a bit to give her room to flip over, as soon as she did, her pussy and ass were in full view.
“What are you going to do to me?” She asked meekly, like she had never been fucked before. Of course a gorgeous girl like herself had to have been fucked one or twice, or maybe even more. I shook my head, jealousy almost getting the best of me.
She’s mine.
“Fuck you. Now grab onto the end of the desk. I don’t mean to be rough, but I want you too badly to be gentle right now.” I had never planned on fucking her here, and most definitely not right now, but it was all too much. I was too worked up, too focused on possessing her sweet as hell body. I needed more, and touching her wasn’t cutting it.
She did nothing but smile, her eyes twinkling, as if she had expected this to take place. Dropping to my knees again, I gave her a full lick from her pussy all the way to her asshole, then I stood without warning, landing a hard slap against her right ass cheek.
“Fuck!” She groaned. A deep chuckle of laughter erupted from my chest. I lifted my hand again, smacking the left ass cheek, her body rising up off the desk as she absorbed the pleasure and pain from the hit.
“Ahhh. Please.” She mumbled, her cheek against the cold desk. I gave her another rough smack, while soothing the other side of her ass. Her pussy dripped with cum as her ass cheeks grew redder with each slap. Joy filled my chest. No, I hadn’t told her she could cum, but sh
e deserved that one, she deserved pleasure for letting me spank her.
“Good girl. Now it’s my turn.” I unbuttoned my dress pants and pulled my cock out all in one motion. I stroked the fucker, knowing he would get to feel her from the inside out.
She looked at me over her shoulder, while one of my hands slipped up her spine and weaved into her hair. She smelt like heaven and hell all mixed in one.
I massaged her scalp for a moment her head falling back against my hand, as I centered myself at her entrance, her slick pussy coating the head of my cock.
“I want you to know there is no going back, Ava. I own you now. My cock owns you, and there will never be another man that touches you here. Do you understand me?” I needed to make sure she knew just how much this meant to me, just how serious I was.
“I want you. I want this.” The cry of pleasure that slipped from her lips as she spoke was my undoing. I wrapped a chunk of her dark hair around my hand pulling her head back gently as I sunk into her all in one fluid motion, my balls smacking against her clit forcibly.
Her pussy was warm and inviting, and my cock fit into her perfectly, her tightness squeezing me like a glove.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” I nipped at her earlobe, her pants of pleasure filling my ear as I pulled all the way out of her, only to slam right back in to the hilt a moment later.
“Mr… Callllddddweeeellll….” My name vibrated from her mouth as I upped my pace, slamming in and out of her until I felt nothing but our bodies meshed together. The heat and tightness of her hole, coupled with her body’s reaction to my touch, pushed me over the edge. I could see the finish line ahead, however, I wasn’t that kind of guy.
She needed to cum before I did.
“Cum, Ava. Clench my cock. Own it, baby…” I purred in her ear, while squeezing her one of her tits through her shirt. Next time I had her, we would be completely naked, that way I could worship every single ounce of flesh on her body, marking it as my own.
“Fuck me.” She screamed so loudly I was sure someone was going to hear us. Would it matter if they did? Ava was worth it. This one moment with her was worth whatever trouble came from it.
I upped my pace, slamming into her roughly, until my toes curled, and my body threatened to cum. It was right then that her pussy clenched around me, ripples of pleasure shattering through her sweet body.
“Andrew….” She moaned my name and it was so fucking heart warming. I continued my relentless pace, forcing her orgasm to continue until I exploded deep inside her, my seed filling her hole to the brim.
“Ava. Fucking. Ava.” I muttered, as I came to a standstill, shivers racking my body. I was floating, and my entire body was warm. Light exploded behind my eyes and my balls bunched up, as everything that didn’t matter in the world fell to black.
When I finally came back to reality, Ava was beneath me, her body gleaming in the light. All along I thought it was I that would own, her but it turned out she owned me.
I pulled out of her, adjusting my cock and placing it back in my dress slacks. Then I helped Ava up off the desk, a smile marking both our faces, as pleasure filled our eyes. I helped her adjust her skirt, and smooth out her hair. Then, I placed a kiss against her forehead and hoped like hell that no one had heard us.
“Thank you.” She managed to get out.
“It’s my pleasure, Ava.” I snickered, as she headed towards the door, stopping dead in her tracks a second later.
“Can I have my panties back?” Oh hell, I had forgotten all about them. It dawned on me then that I should give them back to her. Did I want to though? No.
“No can do, sweetheart. I need to have your scent to beat off to later on.” The words came out in a rush before I could stop them. I don’t know why it bothered me for her to know I would be beating off to her scent later, but for some reason it did. I didn’t want to look weak to her.
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” She turned on her feet, slipping from the auditorium as if she hadn’t been here at all. With her out of sight, a coldness sunk into my bones. I had either just made the worst mistake of my life, or I had made the best choice on the planet.
I didn’t know which one it would be yet, but I was satisfied one way or another. For a moment in time, I got to own Ava. My student. My girl.
Chapter Three
Ava
I could still feel his lips on my skin, and his cock claiming me with every single fiber inside of him. Every time I moved, or my thighs rubbed together, I felt him. Carrie had been gone when I finally came out of the auditorium, and thankfully so. I wasn’t sure I could face her after being fucked like a slut. My cheeks blushed red every time a memory of what we had done flickered in my mind.
It was only three days into Christmas break, and I was staying in the dorms because holidays at home were like a category five hurricane barreling down on me. My mother invited everyone and their brother to the house, and expected us all to clean up after each other. It was a lot safer and quieter staying in the dorms where I could be alone, and could manage a breath without being questioned. I loved my family, but I also loved my peace and quiet.
It took everything in me to push past the feelings Professor Caldwell was making me feel. I had never felt so tempted to walk the wrong side of the road before, but doing something like this, sleeping with the teacher for a passing grade, it was more than just about that now. We had crossed a line, one that had been put in place by a higher authority than both of us.
My phone chimed loudly on my nightstand, signaling an incoming text. I plucked it up, and entered my lock code without even taking note of who it was that texted me.
The text read:
BFF (Carrie): Want to meet up for coffee at Starbucks ?
I typed out my reply without thought.
Me: Sure. Be there in ten.
I hit send, but my finger hovered over the button after I did for a fraction of a second. I hadn’t heard from Carrie in days, and honestly it wasn’t like her to skip out on me like she did the other day.
Stop being so paranoid , Ava.
It probably wasn’t anything, but then again it could’ve been something big. Something like me and Caldwell having sex. Then again, what kind of friend was I, hiding something so huge from my best friend? Shoving from my bed, I walked over to the closet, pulling out my brown knee high boots, slipping them on my feet gingerly. As soon as my boots were on, I grabbed my jacket from the back of the office chair and slipped it on, leaving the dorm room without another backward glance, and heading down to the campus square, where the Starbucks was.
My feet clattered against the sidewalk, my chest constricting, as my eyes caught on him.
Andrew Caldwell. My professor. My savior. The man that owned a sliver of my heart, all because he had the power to make me feel like no one else ever had.
Anxiety over took me with a vengeance. Could I muster up the courage to enter the same building as him, and look him in the eyes, without a look of lust in mine? Carrie would know right away that something had happened between us, all it would take is one look from either of us. That is, if she didn’t already know.
Growing a pair of woman balls, I walked in a moment later, almost right behind him. His scent leaving a trail that all but said follow me into the darkness, sweetie. I gulped, praying like hell that if I kept my head down he wouldn’t notice me. The aromatic smell of coffee beans overpowered his scent, clearing my thoughts for a moment.
Andrew took a spot in line, while I scoured the room for Carrie. So far everything was going perfectly right.
I sighed in frustration as I continued to look for Carrie. Just as I was about to give up, I heard a bubble of laughter that I knew could belong to only one person; herself. Finally noticing her small form in the corner of the eating area, I slipped through the masses, taking the chair directly across from her.
She was just hanging up the phone as I sat down, her eyes sparkling in the dim lighting, a smile pulling at her lips.
/> “Sweet baby Jesus. I thought you would never show up. You said ten minute’s and I’m pretty sure it’s been twenty.” I rolled my eyes at her exaggeration. Carrie had a habit of making things seem far worse than what they usually were.
“What’s up? Why did you want to meet down here?” I kept my voice hushed, my eyes shooting over to where Andrew had been standing in line just seconds ago.
Carrie blinked, a shocked expression forming on her face. “Meet here? You mean Starbucks, the place you consider to be your second home?” She pursed her lips in disapproval. “Not all of us are like you, Ava. We can’t all handle sitting in our dorm room all day and night.”
I huffed out a breath. I didn’t come down here to argue, but merely talk, and maybe see if she had heard my moans of pleasure while Professor Caldwell fucked me into sweet submission.
“I don’t want to fight. I haven’t heard from you in like three days, and you ditched me after…” I swallowed. “After business class.” There was a hint of amusement that started to form in her eyes. Did she know?
“Oh I’m sure you were upset with me leaving, you probably let Professor Caldwell have his way with you.” I frowned, trying to skew my expression.
“No, that’s not what happened, Carrie.” I lied , the burn of said lie filling my chest with fire.
“I know. I know.” She laughed, and relief flooded me. “No harm, no foul though. If he gave me the option, I would so drop my panties for him and let him fuck me.” My eyes dashed around the room, until they landed on Andrew’s dark ones, his emotions were hidden under a mask of rugged handsomeness as I took him in.