Alex held me and touched my hair, smoothing it back away from my face.
“You don’t owe me anything. I was going to bring it into town at some point soon, but now seemed like a good enough moment.”
Thunder rumbled, much closer to us now and the rain began to pour. I looked up at Alex, and his face was still but expectant. Leaning up, I kissed him softly on the lips and smiled.
“I’m not expecting anything from this. I just wanted to do the right thing for you. It would be nice if we didn’t avoid each other anymore though.”
“I’m not going to avoid you anymore,” I said as I leaned my head on his shoulder.
I looked over at the horse who was more actively involved in pushing at this point. Getting up to check her, I could see that things were much closer now and I thought that within the next few hours we would see a brand new baby. Silently, I said a prayer that everything would be okay.
I opened my eyes a little while later and blinked, trying to make out what was in front of me.
“We slept through it,” Alex said, stirring beside me on the stable floor.
We had slept through something for sure. I looked into the stall and saw Pineapple there, cleaning her little foal. The thing was the same color as its mother for the moment, and I smiled as I saw that everything appeared to be fine on the surface.
Standing, I went to check on mother and baby and establish that everything indeed was fine. Vitals seemed good, and they were both happy, cuddling each other. I took care of the dirty work of tying the placenta where it was still attached. Nature would take its course and then the foal would be expelled soon enough.
Pineapple didn’t want to be far from her baby, and I was encouraged to see that she was picking up the maternal instincts that would be necessary for raising. That had been a major worry as sometimes the younger mothers didn’t take to mothering like an older mare would. A quick glance revealed that her milk was coming in and I hoped that the foal would start to nurse soon.
“Well, I think that’s it for now. I’ll need to check on them a little later, but both of them look as fit as can be.”
Alex smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.”
I stopped to look around and decided it would be best if I was on my way home, seeing no reason to stick around.
“I guess I’ll head back into town now.”
He shook his head. “You’re filthy, and you can’t get back into your car like that. Come back to my place and take a shower. Get something to eat. It’s been a long night for us both.”
I followed Alex back to his place on foot, dragging myself all the way. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was until I stepped inside his house and had the urge to hurl myself across his couch, but I was in no state for that.
Alex took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to the bathroom, turning on the hot water and allowing it to fill the bathroom with steam.
“Everything you need should be here, but don’t hesitate to shout if you need something else.”
He turned to go, and I grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back toward me.
“Stay,” I said.
He looked at me without uttering a word, and after a moment he nodded, reaching out to help me undress.
In the shower he was gentle, washing the blood and grime and all the reminders of labor from my body. I watched as rivulets of water streamed down his chest and leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body and the shower envelope me. He put his arms around me, the muscles strong and secure. I felt safe here with him and like I was where I belonged. But more than that, I wanted this man. He felt like home and everything I had ever wanted all at once.
Alex turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel to dry both our bodies, then he led me into his bedroom. Naked, there was nothing to remove, no preamble to what was happening, but we both knew exactly what we wanted.
His strong hands were equally gently and tantalizing as he caressed the delicate skin of my neck, slowly working his way down to the tips of my breasts. He drew tiny circles with his fingers around my nipples, drawing them up and out into tight little buds. The nerve endings there were alive and so awakened by his touch. When he leaned down to kiss them and take them into his mouth, in turn, I gasped. It was perfect, and still, I wanted more. He suckled me softly for a while and then it turned urgent.
“I want you,” he said as he brought his face back up to mine and moved us toward his large bed.
I fell into it and pulled him close. When he turned onto his back and pulled me atop him, it sent a thrill of excitement through my veins, and I reached down to find him erect and ready. Needing no further encouragement, I positioned him underneath me and slid down onto him, my pussy wet and eagerly wanting him to fill me.
It was fun to do the work, to rock and writhe on top of him. Feeling the head of his cock buried so deep inside me was something that made me feel crazy like I was going to trip over the edge when I felt him rub against a certain part of me with each undulation.
“You are so fucking amazing, Maddy.” He said the words through gritted teeth, and I could see how he was holding back. I didn’t want him to do that. I wanted him to let himself go, to fill me up. I wanted him to know that I was his and always had been. There was no going back now, not for me. I couldn’t deny what Alex was to me any longer.
I increased the speed of my movements and brought him to the point of gasping before I slowed down again, looking down at him with a grin.
“God damn it,” he spat out. “Don’t stop Maddy or I swear to God I’m going to flip you over and fuck you so hard…”
As appealing as it sounded to be flipped over, I wanted things on my terms right now, and I began to rock on top of him again, refusing to slow down this time. I focused on myself for a moment, rubbing myself in just the right way so that I was crying out and coming around him as he reached his peak and roared, pulling my hips down as we crashed into each other.
I leaned forward and rested on his chest, still feeling him inside of me.
“I love you,” he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.
“I love you, too,” I whispered into his ear. “I wish I had realized it sooner.”
Alex shook his head and opened his eyes to look into mine. “It’s all behind us now. You’re mine.”
A few months later, after I had moved into Alex’s place on the Killarny Estate, the couple who were planning to buy Pineapple backed out of the deal, deciding they would rather go with another horse instead. That meant we got to keep Pineapple and her colt, Yellow Nevada, there at the ranch and I could tell that Alex was pleased about it.
My father lasted a few months longer, long enough to see me with Alex and understand that although things with him and Sean Killarny had never been resolved, Alex was a different man from his father entirely and that he wanted the best for us together. He was happy when he died and very grateful to Alex for restoring our family’s ranch like he had. Lucy had half of the property deeded out to her, while I kept the half that adjoined the Killarny property.
Early that fall we sat out on the porch swing of Alex’s house—our house—and watched the young colt run in the pasture, clearly happy to be alive.
Alex ran his fingers through my red curls, and I leaned into his shoulder.
“Happy?” He asked.
I smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips, thinking how much I had missed that and how many more kisses I had to look forward to.
“Happy,” I said as we watched the sun fall into the horizon, the colt whinnying in the distance.
Teach Her
Chapter 1
Meredith
Being a professor got real stressful at times and that was why sometimes, if we stayed late preparing lesson plans or marking, myself and Marcus Wilson would give each other a helping hand to release some of the tension. We weren’t fuck buddies - it had never gone that far - we were come buddies.
It had begun the middle of last year. A day that had bee
n extraordinarily hot, and I had had fractious and short-tempered students being smart asses the whole day. It was a problem I expected to address only at the beginning of a semester. The grad students were at least eighteen years old, and at twenty-five I wasn’t that much their senior. But, senior I was, and I had made sure they had learned that pretty damn quick. For the most part students were respectful, but you always had the odd one who had had a bad day or was struggling with life at that particular time. The day we became come buddies, a student had walked out of class, after giving me a heap of abuse and I was still new to that kinda confrontation. The stress, added to a shitload of work I had to finish and prepare, meant I had ended up in the staff room determined that I was not getting behind the wheel until I had calmed myself the fuck down. My peers had come and gone until there was only myself and Marcus left. We had gotten along pretty well from the get go and maybe I would have dated him if either I had a) wanted a relationship, or b) it hadn’t been against the school’s policies. He was cute in an Orlando Bloom kind of way: sexy but with a young and fresh face, freckles, and a smile that quirked the corner of his lip.
“You look like you need vodka.” He had told me, taking a hip flask from his laptop bag and handing it over.
“That transparent, huh?” I had replied. “I have been in here for two hours now, trying to get caught up on things and attempting to calm myself down.”
He had lightly stroked my forearm. “I heard about the face-off with Fleishman.”
A heavy sigh had left my mouth. “I’m trying to forget about it.”
He had sat on the couch at the side of me and put an arm around me. “Come here, let Prof. Wilson give you one of his amazing hugs.”
Despite the heat I had snuggled up into his arms. It had been exactly what I had needed. Just to know that someone else gave a damn that my day had been the pits. However, after a few minutes it was clear that we were both too hot.
“Thanks, but I am going to pass out if I stay next to your shirt any longer.” I smiled.
“Well, I could always take it off,” he had said.
“I don’t want a relationship.”
“Neither do I. Why don’t we just give each other a helping hand, or tongue,” he had winked. “Get rid of some of that stress.”
The day had sucked and so I had thought fuck it. I had not dated anyone for over a year due to a bad break up and the thought of enjoying myself with no baggage had sounded fine to me.
So that’s when it had started - the helping hand.
We had ended up back here today. Back in the staff room on the very last day of term and Marcus was leaving. Everyone had gone, and it was just the two of us.
“So, what do you think?” He said to me, “Go big, or go home?”
I unbuttoned my blouse, revealing the white lacy bra I wore underneath.
“Well, it’s you, so I would say it’s most definitely go big.”
Marcus had a nine-inch cock. It was larger than any cock I had ever seen before. I had become practiced in the art of jacking him off with my hands and my mouth, but today, our very last time together, we were going for the grand finale and I could not wait. It had been so long since I had ridden any cock, never mind one that I fully expected to give me a good time. Plus, the thought of someone walking in on us since we had started doing this, made my juices flow and now we were going to fuck, I was in danger of flooding the school.
He stripped out of all his clothes and then grabbed my hips and brought me over to the couch where he sat me down. Kneeling at my feet he pulled my thong down my thighs, calves and off, leaving them bunched at the side of him then he moved my thighs apart. My pussy was swollen and ready to accept the tongue that knew exactly how to bring me off. His mouth fastened on my bud sucking eagerly and he pushed two fingers inside my soaking wet heat.
“Oh my God. Yes.”
Within a minute I had to hold his head with my hands as I tried to push my core closer to his mouth. My cream dripped down his face as I exploded against his lips.
We paused for a moment as he allowed me the time to recover from my shudders.
Changing position, I took him in my mouth. I was still so horny my juices ran down my legs and dripped onto the floor. Marcus groaned as I sucked him right to the back of my throat, but because this time things were to end differently, I kept stopping when I felt him get too eager, so he didn’t cum in my mouth.
“Ready?” He asked me.
“Yes.”
He unwrapped a condom and placed it on his cock and then I moved so I sat astride him, my knees tucked either side of the couch. He lined himself up with my entrance and I lowered myself onto him slowly, using a hand resting on his chest to steady myself. I could feel his girth slowly sinking inside my walls, filling me up inch by glorious inch and I couldn’t help but make noises. I loved to talk dirty too.
“Oh fuck. Why didn’t we do this sooner? Oh my, your cock is so huge. It’s filling me right up.”
Marcus’ hands gripped my hips harder. He didn’t speak, instead he showed me with his actions that he was enjoying himself.
As I began to raise and then lower myself on his shaft, he moved his hands around to my breasts, leaning over to capture a nipple in his mouth which he then sucked on.
“Ooooooohhhh.”
I felt myself building towards completion once more. Marcus abandoned my nipple as he concentrated more on the rhythm of his thrusts. Though he quickened his pace, he remained quite gentle though and to be honest I wanted him to fuck me hard, so I told him so.
He thrust a little harder but I could tell it wasn’t his thing and he returned to giving me a slow and steady fucking. I needed more and so while he thrust inside me I reached down and played with my own clit until I felt the tremors of my come begin. I quivered around his cock, milking it, as he reached his own climax with an, “Oh god,” of his own. He pulled me in close to him and we stayed there, joined together, bodies close until we got our breath back. Then he looked up at me.
“Goodbye, Prof. Butler. It’s been a pleasure.”
“It certainly has.” I peeled myself off his body and laid back against the couch. “What am I going to do for stress relief now?” I laughed.
“Looks like you’ll have to discover wine.”
He knew I didn’t drink much though he didn’t know why.
“Maybe.”
“It’s a shame I’m moving so far away.” He said. “We could still have met up.”
“I’ll have to bring a battery-operated boyfriend with me to school along with my laptop,” I winked. “And seeing as I have one that looks exactly like a lipstick, I’ll have to make sure not to reapply in front of the students, just in case I take out the wrong one.”
We cleaned up both ourselves and the surrounding area. The couch was leather and the floor lino so we never left behind any trace of where we’d been. When we had been in the room together during the day, we had often watched another Professor take a seat on ‘our’ couch and a knowing look would pass between us. It gave everything an extra thrill.
“So, what are you doing over the break then? You know I’m relocating. What are your plans?”
“I’m going to hit the gym hard.” I said. “I’ve wimped out so many times after classes because of being exhausted. It’s time to get my fitness back up to its prior levels. Other than that, not a lot. I intend to visit my family for as short a time as I can get away with and hit the beach to get a golden glow.”
He leaned over and kissed my cheek.
“No. We can’t leave it like that.” I told him and I placed my hands at the back of his head and brought his lips to mine. We had never kissed on the mouth. Intimate kisses of private areas but never our mouths. The kiss was long, tender and a proper goodbye.
He left. I watched him go and then I sat back on the sofa for a while, so that we didn’t leave together. It was something Marcus had always insisted on. I didn’t give a damn if the janitor saw us walk out together. They could
assume what they liked, there was no proof. We kept that staff room door locked and our couch was at the very far end of the room so no one would ever hear anything. It had great soundproofing anyhow as no Professor wanted a student to overhear a private conversation. It had been the perfect place to let go and seek pleasure. But next semester wouldn’t be the same.
Try as I might though, I couldn’t conjure up any real feelings for Marcus. He really had been a means to an end. Like a real-life dildo. I felt guilty about my feelings but it was for the best that while I had enjoyed our make-outs, I had developed nothing in the way of a crush and had never wanted to take it further. He was now gone and my sex life had left with him, but if I missed anything, it would be our friendship.
The break passed, and I had indeed got myself back to the gym. My body had toned enough that I felt happy wearing my tiniest gym shorts and a crop top. My arms and thighs were well defined now and my abs had a six pack I was immensely proud of. I made a promise to myself that no matter how stressful school got when I returned, I would maintain a fitness regime to keep myself toned. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to maintain the athletic figure I had right now, but I felt so much better in myself when I was fitter and so the gym and the pool needed to become part of my own curriculum. I was so busy daydreaming, I stumbled on the treadmill and felt myself falling, only to be caught by a well-toned pair of arms.
“Fuck. Thanks so much.” I told the owner of them as I rubbed the back of my neck. “I let my concentration go. Stupid of me. I think that’s a sign I need to stop and get some water.”
“Stand there. I’ll get you a drink.” The guy said, and I watched as he walked away.
He was of medium build, around six feet tall and had almost jet black hair that was a little grown out. I guessed you’d call it shaggy. His eyes had been the most piercing blue and chiseled cheekbones and a full pout made him look like some kind of model. I guessed that’s exactly what he was, plenty of models frequented my gym. They sold photos to independent authors to use as their cover pictures on books, and our gym owner, Macy, an obsessive reader, liked to frame the covers and put them up on walls around the gym. Hell, I had no objections! It was better than staring at my own sweaty body while I exercised. I’d chatted to a few of the models, some were lovely and down to earth while others thought they were God’s gift to men and women, but I’d never seen this guy before so I presumed he was a new one.
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