Addiction - Chapter 30 #7
"That would be kind of awesome if you went to New York. If I get that job I'm not going to know anyone when I move there after graduation."
"Yeah, it would be nice." I thought back on my pro con list I had made between James and Tyler. One of Tyler's cons had been that I didn't know where he'd end up after graduation. It was weird that we might end up in the same place after all. "Ah, Kevin's talking about his wine club!"
"Yes!"
We were both silent as we watched Kevin O'Leary go off on a weird rant about the Confrérie des Chevaliers du Tastevin.
"I'm pretty sure those people aren't going to get a deal now," I said.
"No way. So what's Professor Hunter's brother like?"
"Like the complete opposite of James. He's not reserved at all. He says the most inappropriate stuff. But he's really funny. It was nice having him here tonight. He kind of made me forget about everything going on. I think he makes James really happy."
"Well that's good. Professor Hunter always seemed very tightly wound in class."
"Yeah. So are you excited for the formal tomorrow? Are you still going with Natalie?"
"Mhm. It should be fun." He didn't sound convincing at all.
"Melissa is really excited about it."
"Isn't Melissa always really excited about everything?"
I laughed. "Fair enough." The show had just ended. I had been right, the couple hadn't gotten a deal. "I think I might head to bed early."
"Okay. I need to get back to going through possible interview questions anyway. I was just taking a break to watch Shark Tank."
"I never thought you'd be one to stay in on a Friday night studying and watching T.V."
"I really want this job."
"Well, you should be super prepared. I really hope you get it."
"Thanks, Penny. Text me if you want to toilet paper your pervy intro to marketing professor's house or something."
I laughed. "That's actually a really good idea. I'll think about it."
"Night, Penny."
"Night, Tyler." I hung up the phone and looked back up at the T.V.
I wasn't sure if I'd actually be able to fall asleep.
I flipped through the channels. There were tons of scary movies on because it was getting so close to Halloween.
After several minutes of searching, I turned the T.V.
off. I just wanted today to be over. And I missed James.
It had only been a few hours since he had left.
I wanted him to have a good time tonight. He needed this.
I wasn't sure when I had become a needy girlfriend.
Maybe I always had been. We fought a lot.
He had been right when he said I took up a lot of his time.
No wonder he didn't have any hobbies. He had said that Rob wasn't independent.
I wanted to be independent. I wanted to be able to take care of myself.
I climbed into Professor Hunter's bed. Our bed.
I loved that the sheets smelled like him.
I couldn't seem to help it. I wanted to be with him all the time.
Especially right now. When I closed my eyes I kept picturing myself behind Professor McCarty's desk.
Maybe I should toilet paper his house. Eventually I drifted off into a fitful sleep.
***
I sat up with a start. Something had awakened me.
I reached my hand out, but James still wasn't in bed.
It felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. I heard the noise again.
Laughter. It was just James and Rob laughing.
I looked at the alarm clock. It was almost 2 a.m. I sighed and laid back down.
I yawned and closed my eyes. Scary movies always freaked me out, even though I had just seen clips as I was channel surfing.
The bedroom door squeaked open. I rolled over and looked at James as he walked into the room.
I could just make out him taking off his shirt from the little bit of moonlight shining through the curtains into the bedroom.
He stumbled to the side slightly and started laughing again.
"Shit," he mumbled as he almost fell over.
He tossed his shirt into the middle of the floor.
"Are you okay?" I climbed out of bed. I could smell the alcohol on him.
"Hey, baby." His voice was deep and soothing. His smile was electric. I don't think I had ever seen him like this before. He was drunk. He was really, really drunk.
"Do you want some help?" I didn't want him to fall over and hurt himself.
"God you're beautiful." He put his hand on the side of my face. "I missed you tonight."
"I missed you."
"You're really, really beautiful, Penny."
I smiled at him. "You've already said that." He was cute when he was drunk.
He laughed and then looked past me at the bed. "Oh, shit, did I wake you up? I thought I was being really quiet."
I laughed as I unhinged his belt for him and pulled it out of his belt loops. "You weren't being quiet at all. I heard you guys laughing. You scared me. I thought someone had broken in or something."
He started to laugh again. "No. No, no, it's just me. It's just me, baby." He was looking at me in that hungry way. "I'm glad you're awake, though."
I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans for him. "You're drunk. You should probably get some sleep."
"I don't want to sleep. I missed you. I want you. I've been waiting to have you all day." He ran his hand through his hair.
How was he so sexy when he was drunk? No one was sexy when they were drunk. I pressed my thighs together. "It's the middle of the night."
"You told my brother that I like to spank you. But you didn't tell him how much you like it. How wet you get just thinking about it. You like getting punished. And if I recall, you were very, very bad today."
And just like that, I was awake, wanting him, needing him. I was just wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of underwear. I pulled off the t-shirt. Without a word, I turned around and placed my hands on the mattress, arching my back.
His hands were on me in less than a second, pushing my underwear down my thighs. He spanked me hard.
Fuck. He was right. He was always right. I love this.
"That was for going to your dorm room instead of coming to me when you were upset."
He spanked me even harder. "And for talking to the reporters."
I wanted him so badly.
He spanked me again. "And for flirting with Rob."
"I wasn't flirting with Rob."
He spanked me again. "And for talking back." His fingers slipped between my thighs, pressing against me.
I moaned.
"You're so wet. I think you like this even more than I do. And trust me, I'm enjoying myself." He leaned forward slightly, pressing his erection against my ass.
I moved my legs even farther apart, waiting for him to enter me. I needed him. "Professor Hunter, please."
"Fuck, I love when you call me that." He spanked me even harder than before. "And that was for rejecting my proposal."
"I do want to marry you." Had I hurt his feelings by saying no? "Ask me again right now. I'll say yes. A thousand times yes."
I thought he was going to spank me again. Instead, he rubbed his hand gently across my sore ass cheek. "This is mine." His gentle touch made me shiver.
"Of course."
"You said no to me." His hand was still cupping my ass. "I don't like when you say no to me." He grabbed my hips and thrust himself deep inside of me.
Yes!
He groaned and dug his fingers into my hips. "I really don't like when you say no to me," he said again.
"I'm sorry."
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me arch my back even more. "God, you're so beautiful."
I laughed. "You're so drunk."
"Fuck, that feels good."
"What?"
"When you laugh." He reached around my waist and tickled my stomach.
I started laughing again. "James, stop. I can't breathe!"
He groaned softly and pulled out of me. "I think I just found my new favorite punishment."
"No, please don't tickle me." I laughed and climbed onto the bed.
His eyes were so playful. He climbed onto the bed after me. "I never realized how ticklish you were."
I squealed and tried to move away from his hands. But he easily grabbed my ankle, holding me down as he climbed on top of me. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head.
I liked when he overpowered me. I was even more aroused than I had been before. I could feel my heart racing. "Okay, you win. I surrender."
He smiled down at me. He let go of my hands and lifted up my hips, sinking himself deep inside of me again.
"Professor Hunter," I moaned. This is what made all the bad things worth it. The way he touched me. The way he held me. The way he looked at me. The way he made me feel. I loved the way he made me feel. Like he adored me. And cherished me.
He leaned over top of me and kissed me hard. I loved when he kissed me like that. It was like he hadn't gotten to kiss me in weeks, not hours. He didn't taste like he usually did. What had he said his favorite drink was? Scotch maybe. Maybe he tasted like that. I had never had scotch before.
He moved his hips faster. "You're so beautiful."
I laughed again.
"Fuck, Penny. It's like you're trying to tease me." He grabbed my hands again, holding them in place with just one of his. "Now you're going to get it." With his free hand he began to tickle me again.
I squirmed under his grip, laughing. It somehow made me more aware of his thick cock slamming in and out of me faster and faster.
The feeling of being overpowered, and laughing, and him so deep inside of me made the familiar pull in my stomach happen even faster.
"Professor Hunter!" I screamed as my orgasm crashed down on me.
He groaned as he found his own release, filling my stomach with that wonderful warm feeling. He collapsed on top of me. "Please tell me that you liked that as much as me. Your heart's beating so fast."
I laughed and ran my fingers through his hair. "That's because it's hard to breathe when you're tickling me."
"Hmm." He kissed my neck.
"It felt really good, though."
"Hmm." He kissed my neck again.
"You're funny when you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk," he mumbled into my neck. He laughed. "Maybe I'm a little drunk."
"You said I'm beautiful about a million times."
"That's because you are beautiful." He leaned down and kissed my clavicle. "You're beautiful and you won't marry me." He sighed and placed his head against my chest. "It's okay. I understand."
"You understand what? I told you the reason why I said no. I just didn't want to go to Vegas." I ran my fingers through his hair again.
"No. The real reasons." He yawned. "You don't need me."
"I always need you."
He sighed. "No. You don't need me. I can't even protect you. He touched you. I let that asshole touch you."
"James." I put my hands on either side of his face. "That wasn't your fault. You weren't even there. I do need you. You're all that I need."
He shook his head out of my hands and placed his head back down on my chest. "It's not just that. You don't love me."
What? "James, I do love you. I love you so much."
He yawned again. "No. No one loves me."
"James."
I was answered by light snoring.
"James." I didn't try to stop my tears from falling.
How could he think that I didn't love him?
How could he think that no one loved him?
He was so sweet and thoughtful and perfect.
Why did he feel like he wasn't worthy of love?
If that was how he felt, then I wasn't a good girlfriend.
I knew he was drunk. He didn't really know what he was saying.
But wasn't that when people were usually the most honest? I didn't want him to feel broken.
But I kept doing things that made it seem like I didn't love him.
I ran back to my dorm today instead of going to him.
And I said no to his proposal. No wonder he thought I didn't love him.
I wrapped my arms around him. He always made me feel safe.
I wanted him to know I wasn't going anywhere.
I wanted him to know that I loved him back. I wanted him to be able to trust me.