Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
F inally, it was Christmas break, and everywhere was covered in snow. It was most unlike English weather to honour tradition, but I had to admit it did look beautiful.
I was awake beside Evan as he slept. He was more handsome in his sleep, his long lashes resting on his cheeks as he exhaled softly through his nose. I pulled the large grey duvet around me as I snuggled down under it. Evan’s arm crept around my waist as he pulled me closer to him, wanting to be close to me subconsciously.
“Why are you awake?” Evan mumbled into my neck, darting kisses over my shoulders as he sat up on his elbow, dragging my camisole strap down slowly.
“Do you ever think about anything else?” I giggled, turning to see his delicious green eyes widen.
“Other than what, Ms Martin?”
“Intercourse.”
“Well, now that you mention it—” he slid me underneath his muscular arms, pinning me to the bed with his body. “I could do with some. ”
His hand slid into my shorts and panties as his fingernail scratched against my sensitive skin. His finger entered me first, and as I arched my back, he took the opportunity to devour my throat, taking his time.
“You are insatiable,” I whispered as he moved down the bed, sliding his dick against my natural lube, making me shiver when he began to stroke it against my clit.
“Can you blame me? You’re addictive, Jain.” He kissed me roughly, sliding his entire length into me as I wriggled, trying to accommodate him quicker.
“No, Ms Martin, we do it slowly. I want to look at you as I make love to you.”
My eyes flew open as he began to kiss me, moving slowly yet forcefully between my legs.
“We can’t make love...” I frowned, his eyes narrowing as he kissed me.
“What do you think this is?” He whispered, my hands dragging down his back as he rolled his hips against mine.
“Fucking?”
“Let me demonstrate the difference,” he whispered, raising himself onto his hands as he began to pound into me relentlessly, leaving me unable to catch my breath as the headboard smashed against the wall. My feet were hoisted up onto his shoulder, his hands gripping them together as he fucked me.
If the vision before me didn’t make me scream in ecstasy, this level of fucking certainly did. I stiffened, and he slowed, knowing I was beginning to lose it. He stroked my clit as he moved in and out of me slowly, his mouth on my legs as I rode out my orgasm.
“Fuckkkkk, Evan!”
“My girl likes to be fucked. Who knew?” He smirked before making a swivel motion with his fingers.
“Now, care to return the favour? ”
My limbs were still shaking when I pushed him down onto the bed, my slick entrance swallowing his dick easily. Unable to resist being in control, his fingers gripped my hips as I tutted at him.
“Mr Silver—Sir...you need to stop that.”
I began to ride him, pulling up until he gasped in disbelief, dropping back down, sinking my teeth into my lip as I held his hands in mine.
He allowed his gaze to travel over me before he threw his head back in ecstasy. His hair was stuck to his face as he gripped my hands tightly.
“Don’t stop, don’t... I’m going to cum...”
Smugness ran through me when he shot his load into me, his semen claiming me as its own as it painted my soft pink flesh with its unique fluid.
“I love you, you know,” Evan whispered, his green eyes locking onto mine.
My smile froze as I slowed my hips to a standstill. He watched me, breathless as he drew me closer to him.
“Not the best time to say it—but I do.”
“You can’t mean that.” I panicked, assuming he was saying what he thought I wanted to hear. “I don’t need you to say that to me—”
“Need, Jain?” He said hoarsely, drawing me into his arms as he buried his face in my chest. “Need means I’d walk away from this job right now if it meant I could be with you. Need means how I feel when I look at you, the tightening in my chest when I see you with other guys. The happiness I feel when you smile at me—”
“But you have worked hard to be where you are today. Why would you give that up?” I whispered, tears filling my eyes.
I could just imagine my mother’s reaction. Not only would I be in a relationship with my teacher, but he’d also be unemployed. My body shook with nerves, and he frowned, tilting my head back to look at him.
“Do you want it to be like this forever, Jain? Hidden fucks, stolen kisses in the school corridor, and secret meetings in the car?”
He was angry, the veins in his neck bulging as I slid off him, walking to the bathroom to compose myself.
He loved me?
I knew, deep down, that I felt the same. I knew I should be in there telling him, but instead, I was running the shower, stepping in to wash the evidence away before returning home. I waited for him to come in and join me in the shower, but he didn’t.
I washed up, wrapping a towel around me as I walked out. He was still sat in the same position, his face set in stone anger.
“I feel so much for you. I just didn’t realise you’d want to go public so soon—” I began, as he cut me off with a bitter laugh.
“Well, why don’t you just call me when you need a good fuck, Jain? Because as you said, we can’t make love. Because we aren’t in it.”
I flinched at his words as I dressed, tears filling my eyes.
“Why are you being nasty?” I whispered, walking over to the bed to put my earrings back in, aware his eyes were on me.
“Because I would be proud to call you my girl. Plus, I love you, you know...” he muttered as I stopped, climbing onto the bed to meet his glare.
“This is too soon. I’ve been seeing you for a few months... there are still things I don’t know.”
“Like what, Jain?” Evan exhaled, holding his arms out to me. “I hide nothing from you. I don’t care if you are eighteen or my student. I just know that I love you, and I think you love me too, but you’re too damn scared of what other people will think to admit it.”
“But it matters, doesn’t it?! I’m not a naive schoolgirl, Evan. I don’t want you to lose your job or destroy your reputation to be with me.”
He cupped my face, his forehead against mine as he spoke quietly.
“I know you’re not like anyone else, Jain. Because I’ve never felt like this about anyone else in my life.”
My heart soared at his words, wondering why this heavenly man had chosen me.
I was just...Jain.
“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered, tears falling from my eyes as he sank back onto the bed. “I think I better go.”
“I’ll take you home.”
He threw back the covers, and I stared at the indentation he had left behind in the bed.
I knew we had to take it slower, much slower than this.
He was my teacher. He would never get a job again.
My mother would press charges—his life would be ruined. I got off the bed, wondering why it wasn’t him thinking this way. He was reckless.
Twenty minutes later, we were in his car as he drove carefully through the icy roads.
“Are you falling out with me?” I whispered as his knuckles tightened on the steering wheel.
“I just declared how in love with you I am, Jain. I’ll walk into that house now and tell your mother the same thing. I don’t fear society.”
“Just wait until I’ve left school, please.” I pleaded with him as he sighed.
“Okay.” He nodded before allowing me to kiss his cheek before I walked out of the car in the direction of my road.
Somehow, I didn’t buy his response as he sped off past me. He was pissed off. I just hope he didn’t do anything stupid to prove a point or raise a reaction from me.