Chapter 4
Ava
I’d become an addict after just one hit. When I walked from class to class, I’d pull my phone out multiple times, swearing I felt the vibrations of a text with his demands.
Sometimes I woke up dreaming about the jingle of a notification, but like every other time, I’d be met with silence.
Asher hasn’t asked me for anything since our first class last week.
Maybe I had expectations of him taking full advantage of this arrangement, that there wouldn’t be a day that went by without him demanding something from me.
Maybe the thrill of his attention and the orgasm he forced out of me is hindering my brain, but he’s all I can think about.
Sighing, I try to focus back down on my laptop. I came to the library this evening instead of holing up in my dorm because I need the distraction. And to remove the temptation of the vibrator in my nightstand.
I’d selected my last few easy electives to balance out my schedule, knowing I may struggle with accounting again. But now I’m struggling with my other classes, unable to focus on anything else.
I look up, my neck tensing with the intuition of a presence watching me. His eyes bore into me from where he stands between two book stacks. My breath catches at the predatory look, as if he’s waiting for me to run.
Asher’s mouth twitches, and he tilts his head toward the line of rooms used for study groups, and then holds up two fingers.
Is he telling me to go to room two?
He turns around and heads down the aisle before I can stand and ask him. I shove my items into my bag and follow in his direction with my head down.
With the shutters pulled on the windows of room two, I slip through the door, barely opening it wide enough to let myself in.
He’s leaning on the opposite wall with crossed arms and nerves turn in my stomach. His gaze drags down my body, and I shiver.
“What are you working on?”
My fingers curl tighter around my bag. “Umm. A creative story for one of my electives.”
“A story about what?”
“A vampire who falls in love with a mortal.”
His eyebrows raise, a mocking smile pulling at his lips. “How original.”
I swallow, not wanting to correct him, but hating how small he makes me feel. “It’s not meant to be. Everyone is given the same prompt. It highlights the difference between plagiarism and inspiration.”
This time Asher nods once. “Clever, then. I’ve had a bad day and I want to do something, but I fear you will think it’s for your benefit.”
Heat builds in my core, even if I don’t understand what he wants. “What do you mean?”
“Take off your panties and lie on the table.”
My mouth dries out, but I drop my bag on the floor and follow his instructions. I try to keep my skirt tucked under my ass as I slide across the table, not wanting my bare cheeks to touch it.
His hand comes up to stop me before I move far onto it. Asher walks around the corner to stand before me and I flinch when his fingers caress my knee, pushing apart my legs.
Then his hand slides under and pushes my knees onto the table as I gasp. He moves my feet so I’m spread wider, baring my pussy to him. I hold my breath as he lowers to his knees, his eyes drifting to my center.
Asher’s lips quirk. “Such a pretty pussy.”
“Oh god,” I whisper as I lay flat. My head bangs against the table as my eyes squeeze shut. His fingers trail against my thigh and under my skirt.
“Look at me, Ava. Beg me to eat your pussy.”
My fists curl, and now I understand what he meant. This is for him, but I’m going to enjoy it immensely.
A small teasing thought makes me want to smile, something I’d dreamed about the other night. Leaning up on my elbows, I stare at him with wide eyes, pushing my lip out.
“Please eat my pussy, Professor Rockford.”
Asher’s eyes darken as they narrow, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough I know I’ll bruise.
With a quick yank he pulls me closer to the edge, pushing my skirt up and leaning forward. His breath is cool against my heated skin, and my walls clench in anticipation.
The guy I half-heartedly hooked up with on and off again my first year of college only did this once, and not long enough for me to really decide if I enjoyed it.
Asher’s nose brushes against my core and my stomach contracts as he inhales sharply. Humiliation blazes across my cheeks as his eyes fall shut. The first swipe of his tongue has my toes curling and I almost arch entirely off the table.
He holds me down, pushing my legs wider as he presses his face harder against my pussy, exploring me further with his mouth.
A moan escapes before I can catch it when his tongue drags to my clit, and he sucks the swollen bud between his lips. His eyes lift up, staring at me and I see the warning in them.
I clap my hand over my mouth as he continues to play, flicking the sensitive spot back and forth as I start to tremble.
A fire builds in my belly, and I rock my hips into his face. Just as I’m on the edge of falling, Asher pulls back and my tense body slumps onto the table.
“W-what?” I stutter, staring at his glaring expression and glistening chin.
“Did I say you could come?”
My mouth drops open, frustrated with the denied orgasm, before I swallow down my complaints and shake my head. “No.”
“No, I didn’t. So now you’ll have to earn it.”
I shiver and then cry out when he shoves two fingers inside me, pumping in slow and steady strokes.
He tsks. “If you can’t stay quiet, we’ll have to find something to shut you up.”
The image of him driving his cock into my mouth makes me shiver.
Asher growls, as if we’ve shared the same thought. “You haven’t earned that either, Pet.”
God, I wonder what I need to do to earn it? Then I flush from the blatant desire for him coursing through me. I shouldn’t want him the way I do.
Just as my breathing calms, Asher dives back between my legs, and I let out another sharp cry in surprise.
In the next second, he grabs the panties I stuffed in my bag and pushes them into my mouth. My eyes are wide as I stretch my jaw to accommodate the fabric.
“Good. Don’t spit them out,” he says before kneeling.
I don’t have time to even process what happened before his tongue is lapping at me again and I’m lost to the pleasure. My chest rises and falls in quick pants as I breathe through my nose. Tears gather in the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over.
Asher shoves his fingers back into me, and I slam my head back against the table. He quickly curls his fingers inside me, rubbing along the top, washing away the slight pain as I jerk in place.
His warm mouth is on me in the next second, sucking at my swollen bud as he picks up the pace with his hand. I claw at the table, trying to find anything to grip onto as my body coils tight with pleasure.
I come, my scream muted by my underwear as I arch into his face and chase the last few licks of his expert tongue and collapse back onto the table.
I reach up, setting my panties aside as I take in large gulps of air. Asher stands, grabbing my discarded underwear and wiping his face off before throwing them back at me.
His mouth opens to make a remark but it’s cut off by the rumbling of my stomach. My cheeks burn in embarrassment at how loud it is. His eyebrow arches.
“You hungry?”
When I hesitate to answer, he steps closer to the table and squeezes my thighs. “Don’t lie to me, Ava.”
“Yes, I haven’t eaten today. I forgot.”
“You forgot?”
I flinch at the anger in his tone but slowly nod. He sighs and pulls me off the table in one sharp tug. Asher doesn’t allow me to put my panties back on, instead stuffing them in my backpack before guiding me out the back door of the library so no one can see us slip into his car.
I don’t know what I was thinking, agreeing to go get food with him. It’s not like we could go inside anywhere since we couldn’t chance being spotted. So he took me to Mcdonald’s and pulled into a parking spot in the far corner of the lot.
It felt…too intimate to be sitting in his car, eating fast food silently as we spared glances at each other. I could almost think of it as a date if I let myself fall into the delusion.
Which I should never. This is not a date.
I take a sip of my coke before turning in my seat to rest against the door and face him. I need to break this awkward tension. The man had his face between my legs less than an hour ago. “You had a bad day?”
His eyebrow arches. “Are you attempting small talk?”
I shrug. “I guess. Better than the only communication between us when you’re handing out demands.”
“You’re at your best when you’re listening to them,” he draws out, biting down on a few fries.
I stop myself from rolling my eyes because he’s watching me so intently, as if he’s waiting for it. I take a few more bites of my food, and we stare at each other until I glance away.
“My department applied for a grant I was supposed to help spearhead. We learned today that we most likely won’t be chosen.”
“Oh. I’m sorry,” I say softly, unsure what else to offer. Sometimes I forget that he’s my actual professor, and works at the college I attend.
He seems like such a bigger entity than all of this. My heart does a stupid flip because he sought me out after learning such disappointing news, and I have to bite down on my lip not to smile. I’m a fool to feel anything for him, but something about him keeps me hooked.
“Hence why I wanted to take my frustration out on you.”
I blush, chancing a peek at him.
Asher gives a half-smile that sends a flutter into my stomach before balling up his trash and shoving it in the bag. I clear my throat, handing over my trash for him to discard.
“Did it help?”
I’m not sure what he got out of it. He didn’t even come, unless he did, and I didn’t notice.
My gaze drops to his lap, but his pants are too dark to see any potential wet spots. I’ve seen the protrusion while he’s hard once to know his size is decent enough. If only he had pulled it out so I could see for sure.
“Stop staring at my cock like a bitch in heat.”
I rip my eyes away and turn in my seat to face the windshield. Anger curls in my chest, even if it’s exactly what I have been doing. “You don’t have to be rude.”
Asher’s fingers curl under my chin, tilting my face to him. The smirk on his mouth is malicious and makes my stomach churn. “Have you forgotten what this is?”
“No.”
His thumb presses against my bottom lip, and his half-hooded eyes give me the delusion he’s thinking about kissing me. I hate myself for it. Why would I want him to kiss me after what he just said to me?
“You sure?”
I try to nod, but he holds me in place.
“Good. Did you enjoy your greedy pussy being devoured?”
My skin burns under his fingertips and he grabs me harder. I’m not sure how to answer him. He said it wasn’t for my pleasure, but I loved it.
Asher smirks. “I can see the conflict in your eyes.”
“I’m not sure how to answer. You said it wasn’t for me.”
His smile widens, softening his face, making me hyper-aware how devastatingly handsome he is. “I did, didn’t I? Hmm. It makes me so fucking hard when you listen. Have you had someone do that before?”
I hesitate, and his mood darkens, so I go with the truth. “One time, but he—uhh. It was nothing like what you did.”
Victory shines in his eyes, and he nods, letting go of me. “The way you nearly drowned me with your cum tells me how much you enjoyed it.”
“Oh my god,” I mutter under my breath, hating the way he has no shame in saying things like that.
“I think you’ll have to return the favor.”
My eyes drop to his lap before I can stop them, then snap back up to his face where he’s still grinning.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Pet?”
The lie is on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it down. I have a feeling if I deny it, he’ll push the opportunity even further away.
So I nod once. He presses the pad of his thumb to his lips before pressing it against mine briefly. Butterflies flutter inside me. It’s not exactly a kiss, but close enough, almost like a stamp of possession.
Asher starts the car and takes me back to campus. We listen to music streaming from the radio, but there’s no tension in the silence. Instead, there’s a comfortable understanding, as if we both got what we wanted from tonight.