by Andrea Allen
“Why after I graduate? Why not now?” I ran my fingernails across his chest. We were lying in bed after being fucked hard on my knees.
He was built with barely any fat. He ran six miles every morning before going in for work. I showed my appreciation to his toned body. I wanted to lick him all over. This is the first we’ve seen each other completely naked.
And we’ve made up for lost time.
Many, many hours later, there wasn't a place where we haven't kissed or licked or nuzzled and caressed.
“Because you’re still my student and I won’t risk your future. I can’t. I care about you too much to do that you. No matter how much I want to keep you tied to my desk and plant my seed inside of you.” His gaze grew appreciative when he removed the sheets covering me to take in my naked form. My nipples perked up for attention.
“Which means—” he closed his lips over my nipples, lavishing attention on both, “that we have to be careful. We’re going out next Saturday. On a proper date to celebrate your graduation.” His voice brooked no argument.
His fingers dragged up and down my hot slit and then entered in firm slippery circles. I was already wet. Little did he know that the mere sight of him laying languorously in bed relaxed and sated made me wet.
“I’d like that,” I barely answered. Forgetting everything except that finger.
The sheets rustled and then a hot breath was fanned at my center. My back arched. I held his hair and pulled. He was undeterred in his mission. He licked and sucked until I was taken over edge.
He kissed me as my body was coming down from the earth-shattering orgasm I just received.
“I can’t wait until three weeks so that I can take you however and wherever I want and as hard as I want, consequences be damned,” he deliciously promised.
We couldn't get enough of each other.
“On your stomach,” he ordered.
And flipped me over. He placed a pillow under my stomach.
He loved ordering me around. My compliance turned him on. It turned me on too when he used a domineering tone in bed.
“God, you’re sexy,” he whooshed out and fisted my hair using it as something to hold on to.
With no warning, he slammed into my sore cunt hard.
My mouth fell open in pleasure.
Whenever he retreated to slam back in, my head was pulled back from where his hand was gripping my hair.
The pain coupled with his thrusts undid me.
I arched and moved with his body.
He groaned and let go of my hair to grabbed the globes of my ass and pump into me.
I moaned and bit my lip.
So close.
And we both let out our breaths at the same time, our orgasms in sync. He kept thrusting to make sure all his semen was spent in me.
He collapsed on the bed besides me and pulled me into the cradle of his arms, uncaring of the sticky juices tainting the bed.
If he got his way, I would always have his seed in me and coating down my legs. That visual always made him hot and bothered, his caveman tendencies coming through. His seed in me turned him into a wild animal.
When we lay like this, it was hard to think that there was a seven-year gap. Life and circumstances had shaped both of us beyond our years.
His family kicked him out.
My only family, my dad, passed away.
We were two broken, lonely souls searching and wanting love without realizing it till it happened. We found that with each other.
People would think it was a silly crush but Dean made me feel alive when I was all alone and depressed. He filled the void that was in my heart.
Dean with his rough demeanor and soft gruffness made me crazy for him.
In this bed, there was no teacher and student.
We weren’t taboo.
Or forbidden.
We were two pieces of a puzzle that fit when we were together.
Dean kissed my head softly and asked. “Hungry, love?”
“Famished,” I responded.
He chuckled. “Good to know I wore you out. Now, how about you whip us up some eggs?”
I never responded well to orders outside of sex.
“Yeah, right,” I said. I pushed him off the bed until he barely managed to catch himself so he wouldn't fall and snuggled into the sheets.
“Fine. Fine,” he grumbled, “What’s the point of having a woman around when she won’t cook?”
My mouth fell open in outraged shock..
He winked.
Bastard.
I threw a pillow at him as he walked out of the door.
I hugged the pillow to my chests slumberously thinking about the past few months and excited for what was to come.
I was graduating next week.
Dean wasn’t going to be my teacher anymore.
And I wouldn't be his student anymore.
We didn’t have to hide.
We were spending the next three months wrapped up in each other.
I couldn't wait to bask in unbridled passion and love.
THE END
Bonus 21 of 30
Truth and Pretenses
Description
Lucy and Will became step-siblings when their parents married each other years ago. Despite living under the same roof, they never had the bond that normal brother and sisters have. Lucy grows up and becomes the town’s school teacher while Will becomes a cowboy on a ranch. Their paths should never cross but one fateful night Lucy finds Will standing outside her door and everything changes. For the first time in her life, Lucy is seeing Will as someone other than her step-brother and it terrifies her and exhilarates her at the same time. When danger seems to be following Will, can Lucy walk away and keep herself on the straight and narrow? Or will her love for Will throw her into something more than she can handle? Sometimes desperate situations show a person’s true colors and Lucy will have no choice but to rise and meet her faith or lose everything that she holds dear.
Chapter 1
Lucy remembered her mother being kind. She’d hug her tightly when she was proud and she’d always be there to wipe the tears away. Her mother had been kind but she hadn’t been soft. She had left comfortable New England to travel out west and honored her husband by following his dreams. They’d dealt with terrible traveling conditions, savage natives and starting from scratch. Many didn’t go to Texas because they simply couldn’t handle the journey, let alone the wilderness. Lucy’s parents had done it and for as long as she could remember, they had thrived.
Just as she remembered her mother’s character, she remembered the exact moment that she knew her mother was dying. She’d just turned thirteen; pale and thin from a harsh winter and a bout of fever. They’d all had it but the difference had been that Lucy, her father and her younger sister had bounced back. Her mother hadn’t.
She remembered her mother weakly grabbing her hand while the rest of her family sat vigil around the bed. “Your father will need you, even after he takes a new wife.”
That was when it hit Lucy, that what had tried to take everyone else in her family had finally succeeded in snatching up her mother and was squeezing every last bit of life from her.
Lucy was fourteen when her father finally remarried and Will came into her life. His mother was a widow, her husband killed by Native American hands. He’d been a ranch hand murdered on a cattle drive.
Her father and stepmother's marriage was one of convenience really. Mary needed a father figure for her three sons and Lucy’s father knew she was too young to run a household by herself. They didn’t court, Lucy knew that there was no love between them when they first got together. The town had merely put two lonely people together and it had worked.
It probably couldn’t have been a smoother transition. Mary was quiet and didn’t place any rules on Lucy and her younger sister, Grace. The boys were helpful and there were rarely fights. Honestly, Lucy didn’t consider Will, Abraham and Caleb her brothers because they didn’t a
ct like siblings. They merely coexisted.
That was nearly ten years ago. Mary and Lucy’s father lived on their farm alone, even Caleb the youngest no longer lived at home. Lucy lived in a boarding house closer to the center of town as she was the teacher for the one-room schoolhouse that she could see from her window. She was bordering “old maid” territory but she didn’t care too much. She was far too busy changing lives and trying to make her way in the world to worry about being married. It was also an agreement in her town that the schoolmarm was pure and virtuous and therefore she remained single. Lucy only felt regretful when she thought about the others. Grace had been married off the moment she turned eighteen and already had three children. Abraham and his wife had one. Even young Caleb had a wife. The only one who was unmatched like herself was Will.
Will knew by the age of seven that he wanted to be a cowboy like his father and by fifteen when their families became one he was already well on his way. He rode a horse like he was born on one and was helping ranch hands nearly the entire time they’d lived under the same roof. Will had no home because he was almost always on a run or sleeping in the barn at various ranches all over, some as far as a hundred miles away. Lucy knew that his mother worried about him, she didn’t want him to see the same fate as his father. Will could not be reasoned with because not only was he good at being a cowboy, he was also very confident and stubborn to a fault.
“Miss Thompson.”
Lucy was brought back to her senses when one of her first-grade students named Ruth called her name. The child had stayed behind because she was struggling with her arithmetic. Her fair freckled face looked at her concerned.
“I’m so sorry Ruth,” Lucy apologized. “I suddenly lost myself in thought.”
The little girl looked relieved. “Thank goodness, I thought something was wrong.”
They resumed their math lesson without further daydreams and Lucy sent the little girl home feeling happy that she had helped her understand subtraction better. Situations like that gave her the conviction that she had made the correct choice. She was meant to be a teacher.
After washing up and having a bowl of soup down with the other tenants, Lucy retired to her room to do some planning for her lessons tomorrow and read a while before she went to bed. She’d recently purchased a romance and had to force herself to go to bed. Maybe she herself wasn’t in love, but it was still nice to escape to a place where someone one was.
In what seemed like no time at all, her room was dark and her candle had burned down to a small stub. She could barely see the words on the pages in the dim glow. Admitting defeat, Lucy shut her book and blew out the candle. Images of lovers trying to find their happily ever after danced through her mind as she nestled herself under the covers.
She was just about to fall asleep when there was an urgent knocking at her door. At first, Lucy thought that she was imagining it. The tapping grew louder and louder until she knew that it was very much in the now and if she didn’t answer it the other tenants on her floor would get angry.
As Lucy rose from the bed and threw a shawl over her shoulders, she tried to figure out who would be trying to wake her in the middle of the night. Her room was small so her family often did not visit. Had one of the tenants found themselves in some sort of distress? Had they gotten locked out of their room?
“Coming!” Lucy hissed as she groped in the dark for a new candle and fumbled as she tried to light it. When she finally had a small flame she dashed to the door and unlocked it. She couldn’t believe who was on the other side of it.
It was Will.
Chapter 2
Even though they hadn’t been close, Lucy still recognized Will’s dark blonde hair and his broad shoulders. He was panting heavily and his eyes were wrenched shut, clearly in pain. Lucy surveyed his body and discovered in the poor light that he was holding his side with his hands and the shirt beneath them was stained with a dark liquid. Was that blood? What had on Earth was going on?”
Lucy scanned the hallway, seeing if her neighbors had been woken by the noise before she yanked Will by the elbow into her room. If anyone saw her shut the door behind them, they would make assumptions and her job would be in jeopardy, but she knew that she couldn’t leave him standing in the doorway.
“What happened?” she hissed. “What are you doing here?”
Will continued to hyperventilate as he tried to form words. “I...I...got hit.”
Now that she was closer to him she could see the shaft of the arrow sticking out of his side. “Jesus Christ, Will!” Lucy said. She gingerly guided him to the bed. “You need a doctor! What are you expecting me to do?”
“I needed a place to hide,” he retorted. “I don’t think this was a random incident with an Indian. I think this was planned.”
“So stay with Mary and Father!” Lucy bit back trying to not raise her point to the point of penetrating the walls of her room. “Even though you are my step-brother I could get in serious trouble for having you here over night! I’m the school teacher, I’m supposed to be virtuous and pure!”
“If what I think is happening is true the first place these people would look is with our parents. You want them to be harmed too?”
The silence that followed after that stung. Lucy couldn’t disagree. Whatever was happening didn’t need any more victims. “What trouble have you gotten yourself into?” she whispered before she moved to her dresser and pulled out a washcloth and wet it in the large bowl she kept on top of it.
“I’ll tell you after we get this arrow head out of me,” Will replied.
Lucy tried to keep calm as he explained what she needed to do. She was to cut a hole around the wound and then she would pull on the shaft as hard as she could. “It’s the only way to try to get it out without lodging it in me forever,” Will explained. Lucy looked at him like he was insane before he told her to reach into his pocket. She found a knife there and she held it in her trembling hands, looking at her step-brother’s angry side.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered as she brought the tip of the knife to his flesh. She resigned herself before she penetrated his skin.
***
What felt like an eternity later, the bloodied arrow was on her dresser and the water in her bowl was tinted red. Will lay on top of her covers in and out of sleep. He’d screamed so much, she couldn’t believe that no one had kicked her door down thinking she was doing something scandalous.
She was exhausted. Lucy knew that in a few short hours, the sun would rise and she would need to head to the school house. There was no way that she could sleep now. Will needed a doctor. Each time she wiped at his wound with a fresh cloth, she knew what they had done was only a temporary solution. He could get an infection, he could die. They might not have close, but Will was still her step-brother. She didn’t want him to die. She would never be able to forgive herself.
“Hey,” Lucy jumped when he suddenly stirred, his voice weak. “I promised I would tell you the trouble I’m in.”
“That’s okay,” Lucky tried to assure, “You rest.”
The man shook his head, “I owe it to you.” He paused collecting his thoughts in his incoherent state. “My boss, the ranch owner...you wouldn’t know him. He...He offered me a partnership. The rest of the hands are mad. I think they might want me dead.”
“That’s awful Will. Being a cowboy seems like a dangerous job.”
He smiled as he eyes began to close, his long eyelashes something that Lucy had never noticed before. “I have no regrets. Much more exciting than teaching kids how to read.”
Lucy ignored his comment and cleaned his wound one more time. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to surprise the shit out of them when I show up alive.”
By the time Lucy found an old piece of fabric she could use to dress the wound, he was sleeping again. Despite the situation, Lucy found herself smiling. In all the years that had passed Will’s drive to be like his father hadn’t changed. In fact, th
ey had almost met the same demise. She tried to carefully tie the cloth around his middle when once more Will opened his eyes, this time only slightly. He shocked her when he placed one of his hands over hers. Lucy tried not to flinch or panic. They’d never touched before, they’d never even hugged as children.
“I always thought you were pretty,” he murmured obviously more asleep than awake. “Does that make me a creep?”
Lucy stared him dumbfounded. Was he being serious? They barely spoke to each another when they lived at home and now he was telling her that she was pretty? She watched his eyes flutter closed as sleep consumed him one last time. Lucy slid to the ground beside her bed, never in a million years expecting the night to have played out like it had. There were so many unanswered questions. How was she going to explain her blood-stained wash cloths when she went to wash them? How was she going to sneak Will out or get the doctor to see him without people assuming the worst? How on Earth was she going to teach twenty-five students as young as five and as old as seventeen after having a sleepless night?
Lucy tried to find strength in herself. She had saved Will’s life tonight. She felt important because for whatever reason, he’d decided to come to her and not anyone else. She thought of what he had just said to her and tried to reassess their relationship. Maybe they had been closer than she thought? Or maybe she was so tired and shocked that she didn’t know what to think anymore.
She reached up for his hand and gently cupped her hand in his. “I always thought you were handsome,” she whispered into the night. “Does that make me a creep too?” More so, she thought, does it make me unfit to be the town’s school teacher?
Chapter 3
Somehow, she wasn’t sure how, but Lucy got Will out of her room and to the doctor without anyone in the boarding house becoming wiser. Feeling like the walking dead, she threw the dirty water out of her window and took all her spoiled rags and brought them down to the basement where they had a hearth to heat the boarding house and burned them. It felt overly dramatic, but it was easier to explain than why a bleeding man came and visited her in the middle of the night.