School Fling Anthology: Class Is in Session

by Jessica Wood

  “It’s okay, you can’t help being a prince,” I shrugged. He laughed so hard that I could see tears in his eyes.

  “You’re so refreshing, Lola. Most women love that the most about me.”

  ***

  “Are you full?” Xavier gave me a small smile as I finished eating my chocolate croissant.

  “Yes, or should I say, oui.” I licked my lips and then took a sip of my coffee.

  “I’m excited to show you the gardens.”

  “I’m excited to see them. I had no idea we were going to come on a class trip here.”

  “Okay, I think I need to let you in on a little something.”

  “Oh?”

  “There will be no class trip to Giverny.”

  “What?” I frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “I told you a little porky pie.” He placed some money on the table and stood up. “After I saw how excited you were about Monet’s water lily painting, I knew I had to bring you here.”

  “You lied to me.” I could hear the shock in my voice.

  “I wanted you to see the pond and bridge in person.” He looked at me intently. “I thought you’d appreciate seeing exactly what Claude saw when he painted.”

  “I don’t know what to say.” My heart thudded at his words. “That was so thoughtful of you, yet I don’t know why you lied.”

  “Would you have come if I had told you I wanted to take you somewhere personally?”

  “Maybe not.” I made a face.

  “Exactly,” he shrugged. “I know that it has been slightly awkward between us, so I wanted to show you that I can be a thoughtful man.”

  “Or you just wanted to seduce me.”

  “You booked the rooms, Lola. Did you want to seduce me?”

  “No.” I blushed. “That was a mistake.”

  “I like mistakes.” He smiled gently. “But now let us go look in the gardens.” He pointed ahead of us and I saw a man waiting with an expensive looking car.

  “You got a car?”

  “Normally Max drives me around, but …” He stopped talking and shrugged. “Now I have a chauffeur.”

  “You didn’t need to do that.”

  “Oh, but I did.” He nodded to the right and I followed his movement. “The paparazzi will be waiting for us all day and night. This will make it easier for us.”

  “It’s crazy how they hound you.”

  “It comes with my position.”

  “It must be nice, being the playboy prince of Europe.”

  “It has its advantages and disadvantages.” He shrugged. “It is what it is.”

  “It is what it is,” I mumbled under my breath and made a face behind him. He was always so blasé about everything.

  ***

  “Where is everyone else?” I looked around as we got to the gardens.

  “It will just be us today.” He walked ahead of me. “I wanted you to enjoy and explore and feel like you can be one with nature.”

  “That was very thoughtful of you.” I looked around me, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw how beautiful our surroundings were. I’d never seen so many different shades of green in one place before. The grass and the trees all seemed to be positively thriving in the setting and the flowers were all so bright and beautiful. I half expected to see some animals dancing on the grass and having a picnic. As soon as I saw the pond, I started running. It looked just as I remembered it from Monet’s paintings. It was magnificent. I ran hard and fast, and I felt my hair flapping against my back. The sun warmed my face and I gazed at the pond and green bridge in awe. There were purple flowers hanging overhead, and I just stared at the picture in front of me, my eyes taking in every color and flower.

  “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Xavier’s voice whispered into my ear as he stood next to me.

  “It’s just like the paintings. He captured the essence so brilliantly.” I nodded, not looking away. “Look at the lily pads.” I pointed into the pond. “It feels almost magical being here after seeing the photos so many times.”

  “Being with you feels magical.” His arm slid around my waist and we just stood there taking it all in.

  “Thank you for bringing me here, even if it was due to a lie.” I smiled up at him. “This is really wonderful. And I’m sorry about the paparazzi. I’m sorry they got the wrong impression of us.”

  “Don’t be sorry.” He grabbed my face and tilted it up to look at him. “Everything happens for a reason.” He leaned down and kissed me hard and I kissed him back. I lifted my arms up as he pulled my t-shirt off and then we fell to the ground. He undid my bra and I grabbed the front of his shirt.

  “I’m going to make love to you in the fields.” He groaned as he kissed down my neck. “Are you okay with that?”

  “I don’t have any …” I gasped as his teeth bit down on my nipple.

  “I have protection.” He grinned at me as he looked up and switched over to the other nipple. He bit down again and I cried out. His lips moved quickly to my shorts and he pulled them down swiftly. I felt the cool breeze against my naked skin and shivered. “I’ll keep you warm, Lola.” Xavier sat up and pulled his shirt off and then his pants. I stared at his manhood, hard and bulging and then reached out and grabbed him.

  “I’m looking forward to you keeping me warm.” I laughed as he groaned and pushed me back down on the grass. His face immediately fell between my legs and his tongue explored my folds while he lips sucked on my clit. I felt my wetness against his face and I squirmed beneath him.

  “What are you doing?” I moaned as he lifted my legs up and his tongue slid from my clit down to my other hole.

  “Relax.” He groaned as he licked my anus. I felt the tip of his tongue enter me slightly and I bucked against his face in shock. “Close your eyes and relax.” He chuckled, still holding my legs up as he tongue moved back to my clit. I groaned as his tongue entered me and moved back and forth inside of me. I felt my orgasm come hard and fast and he licked me up eagerly as I came.

  “Get on your knees,” he groaned and pulled me up. He then pushed my arms forward so that my ass was up in the air. I felt him up against me and the tip of his cock was at my entry. “Have you ever done anal?” He moved his cock up and my body stilled.

  “No.” My voice was shocked and I reached behind me to push him away.

  “Don’t worry,” he laughed. “All my lessons don’t come in one day.” He moved his cock back down and slowly entered me. “Oh fuck, you feel good.” He groaned as he entered me. I fell forward slightly as he started moving faster and faster. “You’re so wet, Lola. You’ve been dying for me to fill you up since this morning, haven’t you?”

  I moaned as I felt his cock inside of me, hard and deep. This time wasn’t for my pleasure. This time was for him. I could feel it with every thrust and the way his hands gripped my hips. Xavier was ready to come, and even though he was rougher than before, I loved it. I closed my eyes and gripped the grass beneath me as he fucked me senseless.

  “Oh shit,” he groaned. “I’m going to come.” He pulled my butt back into him hard and I felt his whole body trembling against me as he erupted inside of me. He pulled out after a few seconds and I watched as he flung the semen-filled condom on the ground.

  We lay back in the grass, naked and hot under the midday sun. My body was still trembling from our passionate lovemaking, and I stared at him as he played with the grass.

  “That was fun, wasn’t it?” he asked softly, his expression impenetrable.

  “It was definitely an experience.” I nodded, unsure of what to say.

  “I want to give you more experiences like this. I want to take you on journeys that you’ve never been on before. I want to learn the landscape of your body inch by inch, so that I could paint you from memory.” He leaned down and kissed my breasts softly.

  “Do you think that Monet ever made love out here?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being wanted.

  “I don�
��t know, but if he didn’t, he sure missed out.” Xavier’s voice was hoarse and I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He was staring at me with such a strange expression that I didn’t know what to think. “Let’s get our clothes on,” he pulled me up off of the ground. “We should leave now.”

  “I was having fun.” I sighed, sad that we were leaving already.

  “We shouldn’t allow this to become more than it is.” He spoke to me, but I felt like he was really talking to himself.

  ***

  “I thought Paris was the other way?” I frowned as I stared out of the window and looked at the green fields as we drove past them in the back of the Bentley Xavier had conjured up out of thin air.

  “We’re going to the airport.”

  “Why?”

  “We’re flying to Romerius.” He shrugged.

  “Oh. I didn’t know. I could have booked the flights.”

  “The royal plane will take us.”

  “You have your own plane?”

  “Doesn’t every royal family?” His eyes were light with mischief. “Try not to be overwhelmed.”

  “That’s not going to be easy.”

  “Try not to look too eager, either. That will turn my parents off.”

  “Look too eager?” I repeated confused.

  “Don’t look too impressed,” he said slowly. “Don’t look like you want to go and pawn the silver and the gold.”

  “Pawn the silver!” My jaw dropped and my eyes narrowed. “How dare you?”

  “I’m not saying you will,” he paused and looked over at me, “but if you do get that idea, try and hide it.”

  “You’re such a jerk.” I shook my head. “I couldn’t care less about a couple pieces of silver cutlery.” I shifted my body away from him and frowned. He was such a jerk. He always knew how to get my back up, just as I thought we were getting along.

  I took a couple of deep breaths to stop myself from starting an argument and looked out the window. The French countryside was lush and green, and we passed field after field of beautiful flowers. I tried to tell myself that the trip was going to be fine, though a part of me had no idea what I was doing. A part of me was scared that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. If I was honest with myself, I knew that I was falling for Xavier. How could I not? He was handsome, sexy, and he was interested in me. Plain old me. I was a nobody, yet he seemed to have some attraction to me. It felt wrong and it felt crazy, but ultimately it felt amazing. Being with Xavier set my heart on fire. He made me feel like I was a sexy hot woman, and aside from some of his comments, I loved the power that I felt inside of me when I was with him.

  ***

  The sky was a gorgeous hue of orange as we landed in Romerius. I stared out of the window eagerly, wanting to see everything I could of his country as early as I could. From what I could tell, it was pretty small and it was very green.

  “What’s the capital of Romerius?” I turned to look at Xavier, who was reading a newspaper.

  “Atlantis.” He looked up at me.

  “Oh, wow.” I was taken aback by the expression in his green eyes.

  “Not that exciting, is it?” His eyes crinkled and he smiled, the serious expression gone.

  “No, just unexpected.”

  “We’ll likely be put up in the same room,” he started, and I interrupted him.

  “That’s terribly progressive of your parents, isn’t it?” I frowned. “I don’t know that many families would allow two non-wed people to share a room.”

  “We’re a couple, aren’t we?” He raised an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, but still …” I paused as I stared at the front of his paper. I grabbed it from his hands and I could feel my face turning white. “What’s this?” My voice rose as I read an article announcing our engagement. “We’re not engaged.”

  “Keep your voice down, Lola.” He frowned at me, his eyes narrowed.

  “What’s going on here?” I could feel my heart beating from a million miles away. “Why does the newspaper say we’re engaged?”

  “For this week, we are.” He shrugged and reached down to his suitcase.

  “But we’re not engaged.” I exclaimed again, unable to get over my shock.

  “This week you are mine, Lola.” He reached forward and grabbed my hands. “You will do as I say and please.”

  “Are you crazy?” I shook my head. “You can’t make me do anything.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, my dear.” His lips curled up and his face moved closer to mine. “I can do whatever I want. We’re in my country now.”

  “What are you going to do?” I whispered against his lips, my throat dry and my heart beating fast.”

  “Whatever I want.” His eyes glittered like gems before he kissed me, hard, and I melted against him, running my hands through his hair as he sucked on my tongue. The plane came to a stop, but he continued to kiss me hard and fast. My heart was racing and I was starting to feel giddy inside. A part of me was flying high inside. Maybe he really did like me? Maybe he really was my Prince Charming. I didn’t know what was going to end up happening.

  “What do you want?” I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, searching for an answer. I held my breath as I waited for him to respond. I was hoping that he was going to say something romantic, something sweet, something that would let me know it was okay that I was falling in love with him.

  “I want to possess your body. I want to own you. I want every inch of you to want every inch of me.” His voice was soft and precise as he looked at me with intense eyes and ran a finger down my neck. “And then, that will be enough. I will have had my fill of you. Then you can leave, my dear Lola. I will have had enough of you then.”

  ***

  His View

  Her eyes showed her hurt and shock at my words. I also knew she was in awe. She knew my power now. I wasn’t somebody to be toyed with. Whether she was doing it on purpose or not, she had injected herself into my body like a virus. I knew that the only way for me to rid myself of her was to consume her, to take so much of her into me that I no longer craved her. Even now, with my fingers on her soft skin, I wanted more. I needed more. I felt feverish touching her. I needed to have my fill of her. Then everything would be fine in my world again. I’d enjoyed my life before. The power, the women, the ability to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I didn’t want to think about her. I had to have her and then leave her. I ignored the tingle inside of me as I looked down at the newspaper. Lola was my fiancée for a week. I smiled to myself at the thought. She was my fiancée to do what I wanted with. I was going to enjoy every second of making her mine. I ignored the warning bells that went off in my head. The game I was playing was starting to feel dangerously real, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of the end or the beginning of ever after.

  Author’s Note

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  DAMIAN

  The man, the legend, the heartbreaker

  Jessica Wood

  PROLOGUE

  “The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.”

  Jean de la Bruyere

  Damian

  I WAS WIPING DOWN THE bar when a group of girls walked in.

  5.5, 7, 6, I thought to myself as I automatically rated each of them in my head and surveyed them from head to toe.

  It was a force of habit for me, like second nature. And in all honesty, this was true for most guys. If any guy said that he didn’t mentally rate a girl when he first saw her, he’d be a fucking liar.

  Or gay.

  It was a male reflex, something instinctively done without much thought—much like breathing.

  The three girls headed over
to the bar and sat down right in front of me.

  “Hey, girls. What can I get you?” I gave them a dazzling, wicked smile. I usually received the most tips from groups of girls, so I always made it a point to throw on the charm with them.

  They all gave me—what they believed to be—their most seductive smiles. 5.5 and 7 proceeded to play with their hair while 6 bit her lip. I knew they were each hoping to stand out a little more so than their friends. I saw the way their eyes slowly moved from my eyes to my face to my body, as if their eyes were their fingers and lips, taking their sweet time as they took me all in, inch by inch.

  And if truth be told, I enjoyed the attention. I mean, what was not to enjoy?

  “Hi there,” said 7 as her lips curled into a fuck-me-now smile. “Let me guess, you’re Damian, right?” 5.5 and 6 giggled.

  I could smell the sweet, floral scent of 7’s perfume as she leaned up against the bar, letting her loose, blond waves fall forward toward me as she positioned herself so that her cleavage was spilling out over the bar table.

  My eyes lingered over the delicate flesh of her full breasts, and for a second, I wondered how they’d taste in my mouth.

  I gave her my signature smile, knowing the type of things she must have heard about me. “I see my reputation precedes me.”

  7 seductively licked her lower lip with her tongue and bit it purposefully. “We heard you make some amazing drinks.” She drew out the word “amazing,” and it was clear from the way her eyes seemed to devour me that she wasn’t talking about drinks.

  I flexed my arms against the edge of the bar counter, displaying my arm-length tattoo that ran down my left arm, and leaned toward them.

  “Anything for a pretty face,” I flirted back with a wink.

  I surveyed the three girls again. They were all attractive enough, but 7 was hotter than the others, and normally, if a hot girl played her cards right, she’d walk away with my number by the end of the night—the winning lottery ticket where a fucktastic night of no-strings-attached sex and fun were just a phone call away.