CALLUM
ONE MONTH LATER
“I disagree,” she said, and I looked over at her.
Nicole had been becoming more of a thorn in my side with each passing day. I couldn’t honestly pinpoint why either. It could be the way she’d moved closer to the front of the class and proceeded to argue with me day in and day out. Or, it could even be the way she’d practically hung all over another student. I shouldn’t be jealous, but deep inside, the green eyed monster was alive and well. I couldn’t be with her the way I still wanted to be, so it was for the best that she found a classmate who could be for her what I couldn’t.
I still wanted to fuck her again, especially when she’d question me in front of the entire classroom. It was like foreplay, even though I kept telling myself it was something different. Like for example, we were discussing the true moral of the novel, and she couldn’t even let that one go without responding differently. I pushed away from my desk and walked over to where she was sitting.
“And what is your take on it? ”
I’d tried not to let on how much her mere presence affected me over the course of the last month, but some irritation still managed to creep into my voice causing her to smirk. Her lips. I’d tried to forget them, but I still vividly remembered the way they felt wrapped around my cock that one night.
“I believe it’s less about the American dream being unattainable as it is about desire, love, or possibly both.”
The last thing I wanted to even talk about was desire when it was with the object of mine. Unless we could go back to that time in Costa Rica when we’d been two strangers finding pleasure with each other, I could never act on mine for her. Even if I wasn’t her teacher, there was a far greater thing stopping me now. It was likely the reason I even allowed her to stay in my class and didn’t follow through with my threat to have her removed myself.
She was the daughter of a Titan. I didn’t know her father very well, but I sure as hell did her uncle. If Jonas knew I’d touched Nicole, he would kill me. The man’s promiscuous reputation had certainly preceded him, and mine wasn’t far off from what his had been before he’d fallen back in love with Kenzie.
“Part of the American dream is love,” I remarked.
Travis Harrison chimed in. “Is it really? Or is love some sort of reckless fantasy?”
“Exactly,” she said, and I watched the two as they smiled at one another. They had become close, and not just in my classroom. On occasion, I’d see them together on campus which only fed my jealousy. I had tried to move on myself, but my vulgar thoughts of her were still firmly cemented in my head to the point that I’d use my hand to get myself off instead of one of the many women I had to choose from. I was a Titan, but acting like some foolish boy unable to move on from a crush .
“Do either of you care to elaborate more?” I didn’t really want to know what they thought any longer, but the rest of the class was watching our exchange too intently.
“It’s really quite simple. All five relationships inside the book were driven by desire. Perhaps love too, but mainly lust. And of those different relationships, the only one to survive was the most volatile one of them all. Tom and Daisy should’ve been the first couple to destruct, yet it was the only one that lasted which symbolizes that love means nothing. It’s a destructive force that—”
The bell interrupted her, and I for one was glad. I stepped back and was about to return to my desk when I turned around. “Will you return to my class during your study hall?”
It was the first time I’d asked her to come back. We normally did this little dance in class, then would forget the other until we saw each other again the next day. I didn’t miss the way she sighed, but she answered, “Yes, Professor.”
With that, she turned back to Travis and he took Nicole’s bag from her hand. I watched them leave just as students from my next class began to filter in. This would be a long fucking hour, but I would go over the same topics in it as I did in my last class. I just likely wouldn’t have the woman I couldn’t erase from my mind taunting me for all to see.
I let out a low growl as I walked back to my office to get a bottled water. I chugged the cold liquid down, then returned to class which seemed to go a hell of a lot quicker than my first one. When finished, I returned to my office.
Time seemed to stand still before I heard a soft knock on the door. When I looked up, Nicole was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a lightly colored sundress which was the perfect contrast for her darkly tanned skin. Her long hair was pulled up into a ponytail and only when I was tempted to remove the scrunchie and run my hands through all that ebony silk did I finally tear my gaze away from her.
“You may enter,” I told her.
She did and I watched as she walked toward my desk and took a seat. “May I ask what I did?”
I let out a sarcastic chuckle. “I’m sure you’re very aware of what you’ve done, and have been doing since the first day of school.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She was now being just as sassy as she was in class, and I couldn’t help asking. “What happened to that girl in Marbella?” She’d been quiet, except when I hit certain spots inside of her. Her reactions to me fucking her back then were not in question, though.
“That girl is still in Costa Rica. You told me that we needed to keep things professional, and I agree, so I think talking about her would be very—”
“You’re right,” I replied, then stood up. I noticed the door was open, and I closed it before rounding on her. “I want to discuss your combative behavior in class. You—”
“Combative?” This time, Nicole stood up. “If someone shares an opinion that’s different than the great Professor Meyers then they are being combative?”
“No, but you have to admit that there seems to be extra motivation behind your daily outbursts. I mean—”
She stepped in front of me, and it took all the restraint I had to not draw her even closer. “My motivation is graduation. In case you have forgotten, I’m a senior, and this class is a requirement.”
“Were you like this back then?”
“Back when? ”
She was so damn close that I could feel the warmth of her breath on my skin. It reminded me of the night I had buried my head between her neck and shoulder and made her come. Fuck, I needed to forget about Costa Rica, but I couldn’t. I looked into her eyes and could see her arched brow.
Remembering her question, I cleared my throat. “Stanford. Did you argue with all of your teachers about everything, or is that simply reserved for me?”
“If I have a point to make, I make it no matter who the recipient is. I might not be the male version of a Titan like my father, uncle, and brother, but I back down to no one much like one of them. Like one of you.”
“Since you want to bring them up, you must also know how unwise it is to poke one.”
In Chicago, I was used to women pursuing me, then later dropping down onto their knees because of my title while Nicole just seemed to mock it. The fact that she was in my office standing practically nose to nose with me, and completely unaffected, made me hard. She made me hard. Everything she did aroused me, and if I could just fuck her one last time, maybe I’d get it all out of my system. I then remembered Travis.
“Is it the same with him?” I regretted the question the moment I asked it.
“Is what the same with who?”
“Travis. Does he fuck you the way I—”
This time, my words were cut short not by her argumentative tongue, but by her hand. She had struck me and when she raised her hand to do it again, I grabbed her wrist. She tried to free it from my grasp, but I tightened my hand around her .
“That’s none of your business. I could go to the Dean and tell him what you’ve done.”
I let her wrist go, but not because of the Dean. She moved toward the door, but before she could even raise her hand to the handle, I let out a low growl. “You could, but we both know you won’t.”
That caused her to spin around. She put her dainty hands on her small hips. “What makes you so sure about that?”
I moved closer, much like a lion would its prey. Nicole didn’t move a muscle and only inhaled sharply when I cupped the side of her face with one hand. “You want me as much as I still want you. Your attempts to raise my ire are simply ones made to try to make me lose control. That’s what you want, is it not?”
I brushed my thumb over her lip and felt it quiver beneath it. “This is highly unprofessional.”
“But no less true, Nicole. Admit it. You want me to lose control, and fuck you the way I did in Costa Rica. I want it, and I know you—”
“No,” she murmured.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to her forehead, then slowly kissed my way to her ear. “No? Are you saying that you don’t want me?” I traced the shell of her ear with my tongue, before biting down on the lobe.
“Callum,” she whispered.
“Professor,” I corrected, needing to hear her call me that while she was so aroused. And that she was. I knew women, and if I was to delve my hand between her thighs, I knew it would come back wet. “Tell me in this moment that you don’t want me, and I’ll let you leave.”
“No,” she cried out again, this time when I kissed my way back to her lips .
“No, what? You won’t tell me? Or, that you don’t want me?” I felt her hand when she pressed it to my chest, then dragged it upward. She wrapped it around my neck, then tried to lean in closer until I pulled my head back a bit. “Say it,” I urged.
“Fine,” she relented. “In this moment, I’ve never wanted anything more.”
It was all I needed to break the last shred of self-control I had left. I slammed my mouth over hers as I pinned her to the door. Immediately, our lips parted and the two of us fought for control as our tongues dueled with one another’s.
I’d been fantasizing about this moment ever since she‘d walked into my first period class, and truthfully even longer than that. From the time I had woken up in Costa Rica to find her gone, I had thought about this moment. I had thought about having her in my arms again and while the situation wasn’t ideal, I didn’t care.
I continued to kiss her, and she was sliding her hands inside of my shirt and I was yanking the bottom of her dress up to her hips. I ran my hand down all of her now bared flesh before I worked my fingers inside of her panties. My first instinct was to rip them off completely, but she still had other classes to attend today, so I merely moved them aside enough to stroke her intimate flesh.
As I had suspected earlier, Nicole was wet. My fingers probed at her entrance for a few seconds before I slipped two of them inside of her. I could feel her moan against my lips, especially when I curled my fingers and thrust deeper.
My other hand was on one of her breasts, my palm covering it completely. Her nipple was hard, and I wanted to tear this damn dress off so I could feast on every inch of her, but the reality was that we were in my office. I was her teacher, for fuck’s sake. I should’ve been stepping back, and demanding that she leave, but instead, I was plundering the inside of her mouth with my tongue the same way my fingers were exploring her much lower.
I let out a groan, then broke off the kiss. I didn’t step back as my conscience warned me to do. Instead, I trailed kisses down her neck, pausing slightly to attack her throbbing pulse point with my teeth, before continuing lower. I pulled my hand away from her breast, then used it to lower one of the straps of her sundress. I immediately began to kiss the same spots I touched with my hand, the action leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Cal... Professor,” she cried out, correcting herself.
I didn’t say anything as I lowered the top of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but with a perfect rack like hers, it wasn’t even necessary. My mouth closed down on the taut bud like I’d done many times that one night. Nicole gasped in pleasure and hiked one leg up as my fingers and mouth continued to torment her. Or maybe I was torturing myself.
I was acting as if we had all day when the reality was that I had another class at the top of the hour. I wanted to give her other breast the same attention, but if I hoped to have any time to sink balls deep inside of her, it would have to wait for another time. And damn, there would definitely be one.
“Nicole,” I said, as I stroked her face. “We need to make this quick so we don’t get caught.”
She must’ve realized the seriousness of the situation because I saw panic flare in her eyes. I reached into my back pocket and retrieved my wallet. All men kept condoms in theirs, and I was no exception. I pulled one out and stepped back enough to open the foil wrapper. I lowered my pants enough to pull my cock out, then sheathed it in the latex.
“M-maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” she stammered .
My cock was like a rod of steel right now, and stopping was the last thing I wanted. As is, I had been jacking myself off night after night while imagining this very pussy I knew was wet for me, and just in my grasp.
“There’s nothing I want more in this moment than you,” I told her, partially repeating her very words back to her.
Nicole made no protest when I lifted her up in my arms. In fact, she wrapped her legs around me, instead. I pinned her to the locked door, then thrust up into her. She let out a cry, and remembering how very vocal she could be, I slanted my mouth over hers, and kissed away her sounds of pleasure. Our bodies slapped against one another as I drove into her, harder and faster, until I felt her shatter for me. I swallowed the sounds of it as I wrapped my tongue around hers. I fucked her with the same intensity until her pussy tightened down around my cock once more. This time, I came with her.
I continued fucking her, albeit at a slightly less composed and slower pace until I couldn’t risk being inside of her any longer. Reluctantly, I pulled out of her, then quickly disposed of the condom while looking for something to help clean her up with. I had an extra towel in my bag for the gym later, but I pulled it out and proceeded to wipe her cream from inside of her legs. When I stood back up and faced her, she had a particular look on her face that made me want to throw caution to the wind and take her again.
“Nicole, I—”
Before I could even finish what I had been about to say, she turned and bolted from my office. I didn’t chase after her, although I wanted to. Instead, I went back to my desk and grabbed a bottled water from the small refrigerator. I’d just crossed the line with one of my students, yet I felt no shame. If given the chance, I’d do it again and again, as long as it was with her.