Chapter 6
Ava
He hasn’t called me to come in early for the past two classes, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in trouble for what I did under his desk.
I only had one class with him yesterday and he didn’t look at me, even after I waited by the door for his acknowledgment. After five minutes of waiting—while watching a few other female students try to flirt—I left with a huff.
A week ago he came inside me, and he treats me like I don’t exist. I feel like an idiot for caring.
Settling into the chair in one of the multiple campus coffee shops, I place my drink and laptop on the table before me.
My grades are slipping because I’ve been so consumed with Asher and his games. This is supposed to be my easy solution to guarantee I graduate, and yet it may be my downfall.
I slump in my chair, rubbing my face. Boyfriends never really interested me, and when I finally hooked up with someone freshman year, it was kind of a letdown, to the point that I was in no hurry to do it again. My focus has always been on my studies, especially given how much my scholarship makes up of my tuition.
“Hey, Ava.”
I look up, smiling as I stand to give Greg a small hug. “Hey, it’s been a while.”
He settles into the chair next to me and nods. “No classes together this semester.”
We have the same major and more often than not have ended up in a lot of classes together. I would hesitantly call him a friend because I’ve always gotten the feeling that he wants to ask me out, but he never has.
Laughing, I shake my head. “Uhh. No. I ended up having to retake Professor Rockford’s class. Hopefully to replace my previous grade.”
Greg grimaces. “Damn, I’m sorry. Once was enough with him.”
I’m beginning to think that’s not true, regarding everything but his actual class. My thighs clench at the thought of his powerful body as he rubbed his giant cock over my pussy, and how much I desperately wanted to know what it felt like inside me. I can feel the wet spot forming on my panties.
“Right? But the other class was full,” I say with a shrug, picking up my coffee to take a sip and ignore how horny I suddenly feel.
He leans forward, looking more nervous than he did a few minutes ago, and a rock sinks to the bottom of my stomach. “We’re graduating soon and I’m not sure what your plans are after, but I just?—”
“Ava.” Asher’s curt voice startles me, sending my coffee splashing to the floor. It spills between me and Greg, who jumps out of his seat to avoid it, and I lunge to save my laptop. Clutching it to my chest, I turn to face Asher.
His cold eyes stare down at me, tangible fury rolling off him. I swallow the shiver of fear that coils in my throat. “I need to speak to you about your latest assignment.”
“Okay,” I breathe out and turn to say goodbye to Greg.
“Now.” Asher seethes and I stand up immediately.
Greg lets out an awkward laugh. “Go, I’ll clean this up. We can catch up later.”
My elbow gets tugged away in a harsh grip, and I throw a meek ‘thanks’ over my shoulder as Asher leads me outside towards his building. I can barely keep up with his stride, the fuming silence making my heart race as we reach his office and he throws open the door to push me inside.
He grabs my laptop from my hands and tosses it onto the couch as I cry out, afraid of it breaking before it settles on the cushion.
Asher cups my face, forcing my head back to stare up at him. There’s a wildness to his eyes that frightens me.
“Who do you belong to?” His question fans across my lips.
“You,” I breathe out.
He kisses me roughly once before I’m backed up against the wall, and his hand slides under my skirt.
I gasp when fingers slip into my panties and caress right up my slit. Asher pauses, his eyes darkening. “You’re wet.”
“Thinking about you,” I get out quickly as he pushes a finger into me.
“About me?”
I nod. “About what we did on your desk. When you—when you...”
His eyebrow raises as he adds another finger, pumping slowly. “Say what I did to you, Pet.”
I shudder at his command, my nipples hardening to painful points as my walls clench around his fingers. “When you came inside me.”
“Hmmm. And where did I come, Ava? Be specific.”
“My pussy.”
“And who owns this pussy?” he whispers into my ear. His palm presses against the swollen bud above the hole he’s fingering, and my legs tremble as heat builds in my belly.
“You do.”
His breath comes out shuddered. “I do. Do I need to remind you?”
“Yes,” I rasp against his lips.
Asher grunts, ripping off my panties and then lifting me. He carries me to his desk, sweeps everything off it, and lays me down. Then he’s kneeling between my legs, his tongue lapping at my pussy. My fingers twist in his hair, grinding against his face as my eyes roll back.
A fire starts to build in my belly and my breathing becomes harsher. Pleasure has me coiled tight and I tug at his head, forcing him to look up at me.
“May I please come, professor?”
With blown-out pupils, he lets out a low hissing yes before his mouth is back on me. I come hard, drenching his face as my pussy flutters over and over from the power of it.
“Asher!” I cry out. My legs are shaking as he finally pulls back and stands. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and unbuttons his pants. I move to get off the desk but he shakes his head and walks around it.
Asher moves me till my head is hanging over the edge and my mouth is in line with his crotch. He pulls out his hard cock, stroking his thick shaft in slow pulls. I lick my lips and he lets out a growl, stepping forward to bump my mouth with his tip.
Without hesitation, I open and allow him to slide in. His eyes pinch shut for a second before he stares down at me, his hands softly holding both sides of my neck.
He’s gentle at first, thrusting slowly and allowing me to adjust. After a few pumps, he snaps his hips forward. I choke, gargling around his cock, and I grab onto his arms. His thumb strokes my throat over the bulge his cock is creating before he pulls out. His thick hardness slides across my face as he keeps me in place, and I take large gulps of air.
“Again?” The question is more like a command, the dark desire in his eyes daring me to object.
I swallow and nod.
He smirks before plunging back into my mouth. I gag again and something flickers in his expression before he pulls out. He massages my neck right under my jaw.
“Relax, Ava. You have to relax your throat.”
“I don’t know how.”
Asher takes a step back, his thick cock bobbing next to my head. “Pretend to yawn and inhale, then sigh. I’m going to push in after you sigh, okay?”
I do what he asks as he repositions himself. The immediate difference as he slides inside has him groaning. It’s easier this time, adjusting to his deep thrusts as he fucks my face.
Tears still blur my vision, and an ache builds when he brutalizes my throat. But I love it, I love being at his mercy and him taking whatever he wants from me.
“There you go, Pet. So good. Sucking my cock like you were made to.”
His dirty words send a shot of arousal straight to my core, and I clench on nothing. He picks up his pace, and I flinch at the first smack of his balls against my face. I pinch my eyes shut, trying to keep my throat relaxed as Asher grunts, thrusting harder.
The need for air burns in my lungs, and I feel slightly mortified that I’m allowing myself to be used like this. Breathing in through my nose, the smell of his musk has my thighs squeezing together. I love the smell of him.
Asher surges forward one last time, holding himself in my throat as he comes. I struggle to swallow it and nearly choke when I attempt to let out a startled gasp at the intimate feel of his balls drawing up and throbbing against my face.
When he pulls out and steps back, I roll onto my stomach and take deep gulps of air.
Asher tucks himself back into his pants and brushes my hanging hair away from my face. I blink up at him, my jaw and lips aching from his brutal fucking. His thumb swipes across my mouth, and the keen satisfaction in his eyes has my heart twisting.
“Spend the night with me tomorrow.”
My mouth drops open as I stare at him in shock, and I don’t think before I answer. “Okay.”
His eyes drag over my body again. “I don’t like how I felt seeing you talk to that twat.”
I slide off the desk carefully, standing on wobbly legs. “Greg? He’s nobody.”
Asher’s jaw is still tight. “He thinks he’s someone to you.”
Shaking my head, I adjust my skirt and wipe at my mouth. “He’s not. No one is…but you.”
I chance a glance at his face at that confession, but he looks away from me. Asher takes a deep breath and then exhales slowly. “Finish whatever you were working on in here. I’ll grab us food.”
He leaves before I can say anything, but I smile to myself, staring at the mess of papers on the floor. Asher’s silence and lack of taunts to what I admitted say more than he realizes. My heart flutters at the thought that perhaps he’s as affected as me by our games, and I don’t care how naive that makes me. I let the hope blossom as I clean up his desk and then lounge on his couch.