26. Elliot
ELLIOT
W e’d been back home for about a week, and I hadn’t allowed myself to touch her since the night I ripped away her virginity.
I knew her body needed to heal, and the only way it was going to do that would be for me to stay the fuck away from her.
She had a lot of work to catch up on once we returned anyway, and I needed to put things into perspective.
If I thought I was fucked before I’d had her, it was nothing compared to how I felt after I’d been inside her.
Every damn day was a struggle to stay away, but I knew that’s what was best for both of us.
The more time I spent with her, the more I fell for her.
She had me wrapped around her little finger from day one.
Looking back, I was wrapped around her finger when she was just a kid.
Of course, it wasn’t anything sexual back then.
I told myself that I felt drawn to her because I wanted to be a teacher. I thought of her as a sister. I wanted to guide her, protect her, and I did until things came crashing down around me.
The first day I saw her all grown up and on campus, I knew life as I knew it was coming to an end.
I still felt that pull between us, but it had changed in unspeakable ways.
It wasn’t just the student/teacher relationship.
I no longer looked at her as a little sister either.
I felt that pull, and I knew exactly what it was.
My mind wouldn’t stop until I took what I wanted.
Once I had finally done that, once I had finally crossed every line put in place, I realized that it wasn’t enough.
Having her once didn’t work her out of my system.
Having her once only made my addiction stronger.
For the last week, I was like a fucking junkie jonesing for his next hit.
I looked away from the papers I was supposed to be grading and instantly found her as she sat working on her assignment with the rest of the class.
Everyone had their heads down, paying me no attention.
Evelyn, however, smirked as she brought the end of her pen to her mouth.
Ever so slowly, she spread her legs beneath her desk.
There was just enough light in the class to see up her dark colored skirt.
She wasn’t wearing any panties, and my dick instantly jumped to life.
My mouth began to water as I licked my lips and swallowed my excess saliva.
For the millionth time that week, I thought back to our night in the hotel: the way she moved, the way she tasted, the way I made her moan and come.
I diverted my eyes and shook my head before checking the time on my watch. We still had twenty minutes left in class, but there was no way I was going to be able to wait that long. How I managed to wait the week was nothing short of a miracle.
I started gathering my papers and stuffed them all into my briefcase. I stood, and the legs of my chair scraped across the hardwood floor, causing everyone to look up at me.
“Something has come up and I need to rush off. Feel free to take off now, or you can wait until the end of class so you can continue to work.”
Holding my briefcase at the perfect height, I turned for the door. Everyone in class was already gathering their stuff and following along behind me. There was one thing I knew for certain: students would take every opportunity they could to get out of class early.
I walked directly to my office and unlocked the door as my students rushed past, heading for the exit.
“Professor West?” Evelyn said from behind me.
I turned and looked at her from over my shoulder.
“I’m having trouble with the assignment. I know you’re in a hurry to leave, but do you have a minute to explain something to me?”
I opened the door and motioned for her to come inside. “Sure, but it has to be quick.”
She nodded and rushed forward into my office.
The rest of the students had already scampered off, so I stopped in and locked the door behind me. She turned to face me with a smirk.
“What’s wrong, Professor West? You seem flustered,” she teased.
I reached out, wrapping my hand around her throat and pulling her mouth to mine. I thrust my tongue into her mouth while my free hand moved up under her skirt. I spread her folds and dragged my middle finger between them, finding her wet and waiting for me.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Miss Ashford,” I said against her lips.
Her eyes opened and found mine.
She nodded, falling in line for me. “I know. You’ve been punishing me all week, Professor. Maybe you could punish me fully and put me out of my misery?”
“I intend to do just that.” I pushed her onto my desk before falling to my knees and burying my face between her thighs. She immediately fisted my hair and whimpered the moment I sucked her clit into my mouth. I sucked and flicked her sensitive bud with my tongue until she was quivering around me.
I pulled away quickly, not even bothering to wipe her juices from my lips as I raced to free myself from my pants.
I positioned myself at her entrance and rocked forward, sliding into her heat like I belonged there.
Her head fell back, and her eyes closed as a gasping moan rushed from her lips.
Her eyebrows drew together, letting me know I was hurting her.
Fuck, we’d only had sex once, but it was like the first time all over again. So fucking tight, wet, and hot. I didn’t mean to hurt her, but I couldn’t stop myself from being so rough on entry.
I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes as I shifted my hips forward.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I whispered. “Sorry if I hurt you. I couldn’t wait to be buried inside you again.”
“El—I,” she whimpered before our mouths were welded together, our tongues tangling with one another.
I knew exactly what she needed. She needed what I needed.
She needed to be one with me. She needed to feel the high that only I could provide.
She needed more, but we didn’t have much time.
We couldn’t take as long as we wanted in my office because I had scheduled a meeting with another student after the original class time.
I broke our kiss and pulled away slightly as I thrusted into her faster, harder.
“I want you to stay at my place tonight,” I told her, pushing her closer and closer to her end. “A few minutes is never going to be enough.”
I continued to move inside her, stroking that perfect spot that had her body tightening around me.
“I need you wrapped around me all night long, Evie.” One last thrust of my hips had her falling over the edge. I felt her orgasm wash over her in waves as she threw her head back, her fingers twisted in my shirt.
The way her body quivered around my cock had me jumping over the edge with her. I held her tight and kissed her until we were both breathless, as I emptied myself inside her.
I slowed to a stop.
We were both breathing heavily, and I leaned into her until I could regain my strength.
“So, what do you say? Will you stay at my place tonight?” I asked softly against her lips
Her green eyes opened and locked on mine. They were sparkling, just like the ocean does when the sun hits it. She gave me a crooked smile and nodded. “I’ll stay the night with you.”
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face.
The day seemed to drag on, but getting a little taste of her helped to keep my head on the task at hand.
Any free time I had, I was trying to plan our evening.
I wanted to go all in. I wanted to show her what it would be like if we were a real couple.
If I made her fall in love with me, there’s no way she’d walk away once her brother gave her the ultimatum—and I knew he would when he found out.
I pushed thoughts of him away and went back to planning a nice evening in.
It wasn’t about revenge now. I genuinely gave a damn. I wanted her. I wanted to keep her. It would drive me insane and fucking break me if I lost her.
Fuck me, it was the truth I hated to admit.
Since I was her professor, it wasn’t like I could plan some big date night on the town.
We had to stay hidden. I sure as shit didn’t want to cook, and I didn’t want to order a pizza or anything either, so I called around until I found a chef for hire.
Once my day was done, I made the drive home to prepare everything.
I found the right bottle of wine and ordered some roses.
I dug out all the candles I had and started to put things together.
I felt stupid as fuck. I hadn’t ever been the sweet and romantic type, not even back before I had my heart stomped on, but something had to give if I wanted things to work out to my advantage.
I sent a car to pick her up while I finished getting things ready. The driver kept me updated on his estimated time of arrival, so when she stepped up to my door, I was able to pull it open and greet her.
My eyes swept over her perfect body, taking note of the red dress she was wearing.
It hugged her breasts and tiny waist, but it flared out around her hips, ending just below the knee.
It wasn’t what I’d typically call a sexy dress, but on her, it was.
She paired the dress with a pair of ankle boots that had a heel, giving her calves a nice shape.
I looked at them for two seconds and was already thinking about having those legs wrapped around my hips for the night.
Over her shoulder was her backpack. I took the bag from her as I showed her into my apartment.
“Are you moving in?” I asked, placing the bag on the floor next to the entryway table.
Her cheeks flushed red, and she shrugged. “You said you wanted me to be with you all night long. I-I didn’t know if that meant I needed to stay overnight or not.” She shook her head. “If not, no harm done. I’ll go home after.”
She was cute when she was nervous.
I placed my hand on the small of her back and pulled her chest to mine.
“Of course I want you to stay the night,” I told her as I leaned in for a kiss. I swept my tongue through her mouth slowly, saving the taste of her, but I knew I needed to pull away before I got lost in her. I stepped back, sliding my hand over to hers. “Let me give you a tour.”
She visibly relaxed and gave me a smile, her eyes widening with excitement.
“I live alone, so the place isn’t too big. I don’t expect you to get lost or anything.”
She laughed, and that made me feel a little better. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was. I was never fucking nervous.
“This is the living room,” I said, motioning around the large room we were standing in. I pointed at the door by the entrance. “That’s a coat closet.” I pointed at the door on the other end of the room. “That’s the bathroom. Please don’t get them confused.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes.
I had no idea I spouted off lame jokes when nervous, but I found it embarrassing, and I wished I’d stop. But hearing her laugh made it easier to let the words fall from my lips.
“The kitchen,” I said, motioning toward the open floor plan. “The dining area.” I pointed to the table near a massive window that overlooked the city. “Candles and flowers because I thought you might like them,” I finished lamely.
“Oh, I do. I love it,” she said as she stepped up to the table, looking down at the flowers and candles, a smile on her face.
I breathed out, relaxing a little more.
“I wanted everything to be perfect.” I used the backs of my knuckles to sweep her hair away from her cheek. “I know I made a mess of things, but that doesn’t prove my intentions.”
Her brows lifted. “Intentions? And what exactly are your intentions, Professor West?” She stepped into me and tipped her head back as her eyes locked on mine. I was significantly taller, so she was always looking up at me.
The way her green eyes caught the light from the flickering candle made my breath catch.
“I want this to be real. I want it to last. I want you to be able to look at me and know without a doubt that I’m in this for good,” I admitted softly.
“Really?” she asked, her voice soft.
“Really, Evie. I want you. I want this. I want…us.” I thumbed her bottom lip. “If you’re game, then I am.”
“I’m scared. You’ve been so… not yourself. Or at least, not the guy I remembered growing up.”
I nodded once and swallowed over the lump in my throat. “I know, and I’m willing to prove to you that I’m still that guy. Will you let me?”
She studied me for a moment before nodding. “OK.”
“Good,” I murmured, placing a tender kiss on her forehead before pulling away. “Come. Let’s get you fed.”
I led her to the table and pulled out her chair. “I hired someone to make us dinner.”
“You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine with pizza,” she said.
“I know you would have, but I wanted to do this right. Please, have a seat.”
She smiled but moved over to take her seat. Once she was seated, I helped her move closer to the table.
I went to the kitchen, grabbed our food, and took it to the table. I placed her plate in front of her before I took my seat across from her and poured us both a glass of wine.
I held my glass between us. “To the future us.”
One side of her mouth tipped upward as she picked up her glass, tapping it against mine before taking a sip. “To us and a perfect night.”
“Not yet,” I told her, but thanks to all my planning, I knew that things would end up being perfect by the end of the night because I had it all planned out.
Some fancy wine, a delicious dinner, some soft music, and maybe even a little dancing before showing her to the bedroom, where I had candles and rose petals to make things even more romantic.
It all seemed stupid and cheesy to me, but I knew that girls ate that shit up. I didn’t know why, but it felt like I was racing against the clock, like I only had a few minutes to make her fall in love with me.
I didn’t know when the bomb would drop, but I knew it would eventually, and I needed her to pick me when it did.
Every great moment in my life was followed by an absolute nightmare. I was terrified of that happening with Evie. I didn’t want to lose her. In fact, I needed to be honest with her and come clean about everything.
I was coming on too strong, but so far, she didn’t seem to hate it. I was desperate to keep her now that I’d finally reached for her.
Losing her wasn’t an option. Everything had changed. The plan had gone to hell, but fuck the plan.
I wanted this.