by Bella King
“You understand, right?” I asked him.
“Can’t she just get another job?” he asked.
I laughed, somewhat amused by the ignorance that came with his wealthy privilege. “Not everyone had connections like you do, Austin. She was already struggling because I left. It’s not that easy.”
He crossed his arms, and I could tell that his mind was working hard to make sense of my situation. He looked like he was trying to find a solution.
“I already thought about my options. I have to leave,” I said, trying to save him the trouble.
He held up a finger sternly. “Hush,” he commanded.
I obeyed him, shutting my mouth so that he could speak. If he could help me, then I would let him, but I doubted that he could. I wasn’t a charity case, and neither was my aunt.
Austin lifted his fingers to his forehead, pressing them into his flesh as he spoke. “I have an idea, but I’ll need to run it by my father first.”
“What the idea?” I asked.
“Work for your aunt,” he replied, letting his hand down. “But my family doesn’t give things away. We believe in hard work, not charity.”
“I figured,” I replied.
“But he might be willing to make an exception. I have to call him,” Austin said.
“And that’s it?” I asked, not believing it could be so easy.
“Well, your aunt has to agree to move here, and she has to work.”
“If the price is right, she’ll move,” I replied.
He chuckled. “I’ll see what I can do, but really, Jane, I don’t want you to go.”
I shook my head. “It’s not my choice if I do.”
He stepped up to me, leaning over and placing his hand on my waist. His eyes met mine, storms brewing beneath their glossy surfaces. “Then make it my choice.”
“It’s my aunt’s choice,” I whispered as he bent in closer.
A smirk flickered across his mouth. “Then you’re staying here… With me.”
“You can’t promise me that,” I said, gazing into his eyes.
“No, you’re right. I can’t promise you anything but what we have right now,” he said, running a finger down my waist and pushing it into the waistband of my skirt.
“I’m filthy,” I said. That was the truth. I was in an awful state after tumbling around in a car and falling asleep on my suitcase.
He smirked. “I like you filthy, Jane. The nastier, the better,” he said, leaning in so close that his lips brushed against mine.
“Are we really going to do this now?” I asked. I wanted him to say yes.
“Yes.”
Once again, I found Austin on top of me. This time, we ditched the bed and made out on the floor. He was gentler with me, more caring, and more attentive to my needs. I had thought that the last time had been the peak of what was possible, but he managed to blow me away yet again.
You’re not going anywhere, Jane.
True. With a man like Austin, why would I? I would physically drag my aunt out of the house and to East Bridge if I had to, but I wasn’t going to give up something this special. I was in love with Austin’s body, and I would soon be in love with his soul.
“I’d really like to take a shower,” I said as Austin pulled off my skirt.
He chuckled. “Are you really that dirty?”
“Sort of,” I said.
“Alright, so let’s take this to the shower. I always wanted to have sex there,” he said playfully.
I slipped out from underneath him and sprung to my feet. “Let’s make it happen,” I said with a grin.
I held out my hand, and Austin took it. I led him into the bathroom, pulling down my panties as I went in, putting on a bit of a show for him. I felt his eyes glued to my ass as I wiggled it for him.
“Damn,” he said.
I spun around, placing my hand on his crotch to feel if I had succeeded in my mission to make him hard. I could feel a very prominent bulge in his blue slacks, already prepared to take me in the shower. He wasn’t messing around.
I removed my shirt and bra, flinging them to the corner of the bathroom as Austin slipped out of his suit jacket. I watched him as I turned on the shower and adjusted the heat, biting my lip as I watched his trousers drop down to his feet. Delicious.
“Get in,” he said as he pulled his boxer briefs down to reveal his stiff cock.
I didn’t want to. I wanted to watch his glorious naked body as he impatiently shifted his weight from foot to foot as I blocked the entrance to the shower, but I knew that he wouldn’t let me stand there forever. Still, I took my time climbing into the steamy shower.
I rinsed myself off quickly as he entered the shower. My eyes were glued to his perfect ass as he came in. It was small, tight, and muscular in the right way. Truthfully, I was envious. I wanted to dig my nails into it as he fucked me, but I knew that I would be bent over in the shower instead of fucked missionary. I wouldn’t get the chance to grab it.
Or would I?
I reached out and squeezed his butt, giggling as he jumped.
“Don’t do that,” he said, laughing uncontrollably.
“Don’t do what? This?” I asked, reached around him to grab another cheek.
Austin grabbed my hand and pulled it up, using the opportunity to slide his hand up to my pussy. I immediately surrendered to him, moaning as he pressed his skilled fingers against my soft folds. He rubbed between my legs, lovingly paying attention to my expressions as the pleasure rose in my body like a storm.
“You’re wet,” he said.
“It’s from the shower,” I lied.
“Bullshit.”
I moaned again as he pushed two fingers into my opening, diving into the overflowing sticky wetness within. He was right. I was wet for him. Water didn’t make a woman that slippery.
“Bend over,” he demanded, pushing me into a leaning position. He kept his hand on the back of my neck as I found the sides of the tub, holding myself steady while he prepared to enter me from behind.
I waited for a moment, wondering when it would happen. Austin used the element of surprise to his advantage, teasing me with anticipation to make me even wetter. I gasped when he entered me. Bent over like this, I felt like he could go deeper than he normally could. He was already large, so this was borderline overwhelming.
“Fuck,” I moaned, gripping the slippery sides of the tub as Austin moved inside of me.
His hands found my waist, gripping me firmly as he pumped his hips.
My hefty breasts slapped together under the hot water as he took me hard, keeping me in place with his large hands. His fingers dug into my side as he plowed into me. I would have flown out of the tub if it weren’t for his iron grip.
My nipples grew tight even under the hot water as I inched closer to the edge. I knew what was on the other side. I had been there before with Austin, but god only knew if I was ready to do it again. It seemed I didn’t have much of an option.
“So tight,” he groaned as he moved within me.
I panted in the humidity, losing control of my body as pleasure ran through me like an electric current. Water only made it more dangerous. I couldn’t even feel the patter of droplets from the showerhead as ecstasy erupted from my core.
It was as though Austin flicked a switch inside of me with his cock when he thrust, turning on an unbelievably intense satisfaction. It tore through every cell in my body like a virus, taking over me completely. I was blind, deaf, but certainly not mute as I writhed in the hot water during my orgasm. I had never felt better.
As my pussy clenched on Austin’s large cock, he came as well, climaxing with a deep groan as I pulled cum from the head of his throbbing cock. My ass clapped against the bare skin of his firm lower stomach, a quick rhythm dying into a sporadic series of hits. This was the end.
I would have bruises in my skin from this, memories that I begged to keep forever. Of course, they would fade, and then I would have to do it all again. I couldn’t lose th
at aching pleasure that Austin gave me. I wouldn’t give it up for the world.
The shower water was beginning to turn cold. I only noticed it once Austin and I stopped moving together. When he pulled out, I returned to reality, fully aware that I hadn’t gotten much cleaning done.
Austin stepped out of the shower to let me finish washing up. He hadn’t needed to bathe like I had. He was already perfect like he was every morning. Even now, as he stepped out of the shower and I watched his cute ass walk away, his hair was still neat atop his head. That’s just how he always was, and I was a bit jealous.
No worries, I could do better for myself. I feared I would have to with how handsome Austin was. I was willing to change how much effort I put into the way that I looked, even if not just for him. I deserved it for myself. I wanted to be better.
I hummed to myself with a smile on my face as I began to wash up.
Chapter 20
“Don’t go,” Austin said, looking deep into my eyes as we lay in my bed, naked and wet from the shower.
“I don’t want to,” I replied. “Things have changed.”
“In a good or a bad way?” he asked.
“Mostly good, but my aunt is a problem,” I said, making a sorry face.
“I’m going to meet up with my father later today, and we’ll figure something out. I don’t usually ask him for favors, so I think he’ll let me have this one,” Austin explained.
I nodded with my head propped on my hand. “I hope so.”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about a thing, Jane. I’m going to take care of you.”
“I thought you wanted to kill me,” I said with a light-hearted chuckle.
“If I could kill you with pleasure, then I would, but no other way,” he replied gracefully.
“I think you might,” I said, thinking back to the fantastic sex in the shower.
He laughed, then turned serious. His eyes twinkled in the dim light of the room. “I’m really sorry about the way I treated you before. I guess I was intimidated by you.”
“Stop apologizing,” I said, holding a finger up to his soft lips. “That’s in the past.”
He kissed my finger and smiled. “We’re starting a new age here then,” he said.
I nodded. “That’s the way I want it to be.”
Austin removed my finger from his mouth and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were hot and soft from the shower, sinking into mine like the most divine pillows on earth. I was amazed that a man with such a hard body could have lips that were so plush. They were wonderful.
We kissed for a long time. I didn’t know how long, because I didn’t care. I was lost in him, and he was lost in me. We fell asleep together like that in the middle of the day for an hour or two before Austin woke up.
“I have to meet with my father,” he whispered into my ear.
I nodded, half-asleep, and intending on sleeping longer. I felt his lips against my forehead, an act of pure love, and then he was gone. I fell back asleep, finally comfortable with where I was in my life. Everything was going to be okay.
I called my aunt when I woke up, bleary-eyed but well-rested. Austin had sent me a message telling me that his father had approved of my aunt working at the school, but that she would need to submit some paperwork and formally arrive before she could start. Now, it was my turn to do the convincing. My relationship with Austin and my academic future hinged on my Aunt Martha’s decision.
The rang only once before she answered. “Hello?”
“Hey, Aunt Martha. I’m calling because I have some news for you,” I said, trying not to let the nervousness I felt creep into my voice.
“What’s the news?” she asked cautiously.
“I found you a job,” I said.
“A job? What are you talking about?” She was clearly confused.
“You said you lost your job and that I needed to come home, but I found you a job at East Bridge.”
“I’m not working for some stuck-up school that ruined my sister’s life,” she said proudly.
I sighed. This might be harder than I thought, but I wasn’t going to let her ruin my life over it. “Listen, I’m not coming home because I decided that it was best for me to stay here. I’m giving you the opportunity of a lifetime, and I suggest that you don’t turn it down.”
Silence.
“Aunt Martha, are you going to let your pride get in the way of more money?”
“Perhaps,” she replied, but I could tell she was starting to get interested.
“I’m trying to do you a favor. It’s this, or you starve to death back in poor-people-ville, begging for Uncle Steve to come back and support you.” I wasn’t messing around now. She needed to realize how serious I was about her coming here. I wasn’t leaving.
“Okay, okay, relax, Jane. I could come there, but what about the house?” she asked.
“We’ll find you an apartment down here. I’m sure Austin’s father can arrange it.”
“Who is Austin?” she asked.
“He goes to East Bridge. His father is on the board of directors for the school.”
“Oh, so he’s rich?” she asked, clearly interested.
“Yeah, and he’s handsome too,” I said., talking more about Austin than his father. I’m sure his father was good-looking as well. He was certainly better than Uncle Steve.
“I might consider it,” my aunt said slowly.
“You’ll come. It’ll be better this way,” I insisted.
“Okay, but you need to send me the details,” he replied.
“I will. I’ll get them from Austin, and then I’ll shoot them over to you.”
“I appreciate that,” she said.
“It’s the least I could do after abandoning you,” I said, still feeling guilty about that.
“No, I was wrong to try to keep you here. You’re just like your mother, but that frightened me. I didn’t want you to get hurt,” she explained.
“I didn’t know that. I just wanted to put school first. It’s important to me,” I said.
“I know, and I want you to do that. I’ll see what I can do about moving there if this job that you have for me really is a good offer.”
“It is,” I said, happy that she wasn’t too difficult to convince.
“Great, then send me the details, and I’ll look them over. I’m glad that you’ve chosen to do the right thing for yourself.”
“Thanks, Aunt Martha. It’ll be better for both of us this way.”
It would be better for all of us, Austin included. I was happy with how things were working out. I didn’t even want to think about how it could have been if I hadn’t decided to run away from home and start school at East Bridge. I wouldn’t have met the man of my dreams, but that was only the tip of the iceberg.
I wouldn’t have discovered what really happened to my parents. Maybe I would have made the same mistake as they had if I never knew about it. The truth can hurt, and it often does, but once you swallow the pill, you find that it improves your life. You can work with reality, or against it. I had chosen the right road to go down.
There had been many instances in which I could have turned back, but I had been strong, stronger than I ever thought I could be. From the day that I had received that fateful letter from the school, to the day that I met Austin, to the day that we almost parted ways, I had been met with challenges and struggles beyond what I had ever expected in the real world. They were hard to face, but not impossible.
I was an introvert when I came to East Bridge, and I still was, but I knew better than to let that take the front seat in my life. It was no excuse to be small or shy when it came to what mattered. Just because I preferred my own company didn’t mean that I couldn’t be successful in the company of others. It just took me a little more effort.
I suspected that the man who once terrified me would become my greatest supporter. Austin could be my rock throughout my college career. He was apparently a perfect student himself, which, when I thought about it, made
sense. A lot of really smart people can be total dicks at first. It’s kind of in their nature. I had that tendency as well, whether I liked it or not. I couldn’t blame Austin.
Now, I had a new challenge coming up. Austin and I had managed to settle our differences, my Aunt Martha was going to get a job with the school, and I hoped that Brittany would leave me alone after all this, but there was still one more major thing that I had to do, and that was to graduate from East Bridge University. I intended to do it like my parents had – with honors.
I got dressed and went to leave when I heard a knock. Thinking it was Austin, I opened the door, but I was wrong. It wasn’t Austin. Standing in the doorway, looking just as smug as she could be, was Brittany.
Chapter 21
“Hey,” I said, nervous about why Brittany was standing at my door.
“Don’t act like nothing is wrong. I know what you’re up to, you jealous bitch,” she snapped, shoving me back into the room hard, and coming in after me. She closed the door behind her and locked it, a wicked look on her face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, scrambling to my feet and backing away as she stepped toward me.
“You know what this is about, Jane. You made me crash my car last night. I just got out on bail,” she said, her voice concerningly unstable.
“You were drunk. That wasn’t my fault,” I said.
“Oh, really? Was it an accident like how you stole Austin from me as well?” he asked, her eyes popping out of her skull like a bug. She normally looked so beautiful, but now she looked like a complete mess. Her blonde hair was frizzy, and she looked like she hadn’t slept at all last night. I was afraid of what she was going to do.
“You and Austin aren’t dating,” I said, confused.
“We were, and I was going to have him back,” she said through gritted teeth.
I was beginning to understand. She didn’t want me around Austin, not because she was protecting me, but because she wanted him to herself after they had broken up. Slandering him was a way to keep me from falling in love with him.