44. Bastian
Chapter 44
Bastian
The first thing I see when my alarm shocks me awake is Evelyn’s gift-wrapped package lying beside me on the bed. My curiosity finally got the better of me last night, but I couldn’t do more than tear off a corner to reveal the thick stack of pages inside.
It’s a manuscript of some kind. She must have written another book. I don’t even have to open it to now what will be inside.
Ego death through psychedelic experiences. Evelyn loved her Golden Teacher tea. Shadow work, and the collective unconscious, and archetypal patterns. Or, depending when she finished it, it could all be delusional ravings and gibberish.
I groan, rolling onto my back, dragging my fingers down my face.
Too much bourbon.
Way too much fucking coke.
I wince as a headache stabs at my temples when I reach to silence my phone’s blaring. Two aspirin on the nightstand, a glass of water.
How kind of me.
I swallow them down, and fall back into my pillows, trying to convince myself to get up as I reach down to adjust my morning wood.
Christ, I’m rock hard.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand. I snatch it off with my free hand, glaring at the string of messages on my lock screen.
This is why my phone is automatically set to do not disturb at night. Students thinking they can message me at whatever ungodly hours they want, asking for extra credit, submitting late assignments. If I’d received more than a handful of dick pics or titty shots a semester, I wouldn’t have minded as much. But it’s all work, all the time.
I scroll through my notifications, already sitting up, then I flop back down again.
@lee.haven
It’s the least I can do.
I open my messages, reading through the texts Haven sent me last night.
My eyes narrow when I check the timestamp.
What is this girl doing texting me at midnight? She should have been sleeping. I didn’t get her into that sorority so she could party all night.
@rooke.bastian
You were up late last night.
Breaking curfew already?
I doubt she’ll even be awake, especially after going to sleep past midnight. But I wait for my message to be delivered, absently stroking my cock.
One tick.
Two.
A second later, they turn blue, then she types out a response.
I smile, the hand on my cock gripping tighter as I work my shaft.
@lee.haven
Kinda early to be bossing me around.
Guess it comes naturally to you boomers.
How easy it is for her to forget that she’s speaking to a teacher, not one of her friends. Although, judging from the response I got from Hillary yesterday, Haven doesn’t have any friends. She didn’t even know who I was talking about when I was arranging Haven’s boarding.
@rooke.bastian
Just looking out for your best interests, dearie.
@lee.haven
Call me that again and I’ll block you.
@rooke.bastian
You should.
I’m a bad influence.
I spit in my hand and wrap it around my cock again. My crown is already tingling, pressure building, but I go slow, edging myself.
Is she still in bed? She doesn’t have any cute pajamas, so I’m assuming she’s wearing one of those large, stretched out t-shirts she had in her car.
No underwear.
No makeup.
Hair tousled from sleep.
@lee.haven
As if you’re the only one I was texting at midnight.
Is she trying to make me jealous? Sweet girl, you’re dancing with the fucking devil. But I play into her hand, and pretend she’s the one jerking me off.
@rooke.bastian
You couldn’t have left the heartbreaking until lunch?
Cruel.
@lee.haven
I’ll take that as a yes.
Meet me at the taco stand on Hollow Way at noon.
Hm. I like it when she tries to throw her weight around. I like it so much I’m seconds away from coming, and fighting it with a clenched jaw. My phone shakes as I type out a quick reply.
@rooke.bastian
Yes, boss.
What should I bring?
@lee.haven
Your appetite.
Jesus, girl.
I laugh, my head pushing back into the pillow as cum pumps up my shaft and into my trembling hand.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, mentally grasping onto every wave of pleasure pulsating through my lower body. My thumb swipes gently over my crown, and I shudder at the intensity of that light touch.
The laughing face emoji she sends a second later completely ruins my fucking afterglow.
She’ll pay for that.