17. Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Elijah
G etting Bex out of the building isn’t as challenging as I’d feared. Just about everyone left after the fire drill, and none of the students returned. Nor did most of the teachers. At least for about an hour or so until the next batch of classes start.
Thankfully, I’m done for the day.
Despite the fact that the college is in a city, albeit a small one, there is a full campus that contains all the dorms, academic buildings, and parking lots.
The harder part is getting Bex into my car in the employee lot. She wanted to take her own, but I wasn’t willing to risk her deciding to duck out on me again.
No, my goal is for her to spend the weekend. I fucking lucked out that today’s Friday.
And while leaving with her seemed like a great idea, that having her come back with me is the only possibility after finally giving into the temptation that’s been plaguing me for weeks, now I don’t know what to do.
She’s wandering my apartment, taking it in like she’ll find some dirty secret passion or an embarrassing photo. The only pictures she’ll find are of me and my sisters. And, of course, the most perfect niece on the planet.
While I know I need to say something, do something, I can’t help but be utterly captivated by her. She practically floats through the space, her hands clasped behind her back like she’s afraid she’ll disrupt something. But what she doesn’t realize is that there's an emptiness I've always felt here. And somehow, I don’t feel it right now.
A wide smile spans her face as she bends down and picks up a picture. The tip of her finger hovers over one face.
“Liv looks so young here, but you can definitely tell it’s her.”
My eyebrows knit together. “You know my sister?”
Her face floods almost as red as her hair. “Um, yeah. I work for them at Three Sticks. I thought… I thought you knew. That’s why I was at the wedding.”
Looking up at the ceiling, I take a deep breath and rub my hand down my face, planting my hands on my hips. “Of course you do.”
“Does that bother you?” There’s a hesitance to her voice that I know is there because she’s nervous. It’s just one more thing for me to push her away.
“Bother me? No. Just a surprise, is all.” A snort erupts from me as I gesture in her direction. “And you’re one to talk about Liv looking young. You’re a few years her junior.”
Bex’s face pales and she sets the photo down, sliding her hands into the back pockets of her jeans.
I’m making a complete ass of myself.
“Maybe this was a mistake. I think I should probably—”
Before she can get the word go out, I close the gap between us and put my hands on her hips. “I’m sorry. I’m a little…flustered. And part of that is because you are young . Way too young for an old fart like me who’s already been through a lot and let the world jade him. Not only that, but you’re one of my students . Which is all kinds of complicated and against several rules.”
Her eyes narrow, and I realize I didn’t make any actual point except to show the reasons why we shouldn’t be together.
“But I want you to be here, Bex. I spent too long denying my attraction to you, too long trying to ignore the pull I feel toward you every time we’re in the same room.”
“You feel a pull toward me?” Her eyes glimmer with hope that sends my heart racing.
A slight smile graces my face, and I rub a thumb over her lower lip. “Yes, sweet thing. A big one. And on top of that, I spent too long not doing this.” I lean down and press my mouth to hers, sliding my hand to her lower back and tugging her into my chest.
I just had her in my office, but I’m completely insatiable for her.
As her body melts against mine, I hook my hands under her thighs, lifting her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and moves her mouth against mine, nipping my lower lip.
It makes me slightly unhinged, and I smack her ass, the sound pinging off the walls.
She releases a moan that I capture with my mouth, and with no more than a few stumbles, I take us to my bedroom. Dropping her onto the bed, I strip off my jacket and hastily undo the buttons of my dress shirt. It’s the briefest reminder that I’m a professor, that she’s my student, and we were just in my office.
Shedding the attire that so firmly plants us in our roles is best.
And she must get the message, because she rises to her knees, crossing her arms in front of her body and gripping the hem of her shirt as she lifts it over her head.
The second she drops it, my fingers glide up her bare sides and cup her breasts. I can’t decide if the fact that her bra is hot pink and lacy is sexy or juvenile. Many of the women I’ve been with opt for more neutral colors. But they were all much older than Bex.
It doesn’t really matter, it’s just another thing that’s starkly different between Bex and the other women I’ve bedded. Another thing that sticks out in my mind as to why we absolutely shouldn’t be doing this.
But the second she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and whimpers, all the shouldn’ts turn into who-gives-a-fucks.
I hook my fingers into her belt loops and tug her against me. Icy hands land on my chest and create the oddest sensation of hot and cold battling on my skin.
Brushing her copper curls back with one hand, my gaze tracks along her face, landing on her sparkling jade eyes. I trail the pad of my thumb along her lower lip and pull it down before sealing my mouth over hers.
My fingertips trail down her spine, quickly flicking her bra open before continuing the path to the top of her jeans. They slide around to her front and snap open the button as our tongues dance.
She tastes like a heavenly forbidden fruit that I know will come back to bite me in the ass later, but I can’t help myself from imbibing.
I slip my hand past the waistband of her jeans and into her panties, my fingers gliding along her soaking pussy. Without hesitation, I plunge two fingers inside her.
Her hands grip at my shoulders and her nails bite into my skin as her head tips back and her chest presses into mine.
My mouth latches to her neck, suctioning right against her racing pulse point as she bucks against my hand.
“Eli.” She says my name on a choked breath that turns into a moan as her body starts to tremble.
I draw back slightly to watch her face as it crumples in ecstasy.
She pants heavily, and her chest heaves as she presses down into my hand. When her body finally stops moving, just leaving the deep breaths as her face is tipped toward the ceiling, I remove my fingers from inside her.
With my other hand, I grip the back of her neck and tip her face up so her jade eyes lock onto mine as I dip my fingers in my mouth.
Her pupils dilate and overtake her irises as I suck my fingers clean with a light hum. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten so much pleasure from making a woman come before.”
She lunges for me, and I falter back a step before gaining my footing and holding her against me. Our mouths crash and gnash against one another's in a feral, needy way.
“Fuck me. God, please, fuck me, Eli.” The words are hungry and lustful.
I smile against her mouth and support her as I carry her to the top of the bed, laying her down and reaching across the bed to the nightstand. Nestled in the top drawer is a stash of condoms. Grabbing one, I push off of her and stand, shedding my pants and boxers before rolling the latex over my rock-hard shaft.
Bex trails her fingers up her bare stomach as she watches me. Her plump bottom lip plants itself between her teeth as her hands close over her breasts.
I need to be inside her. Right now.
I grip the bottoms of her pants and tug until her feet are free, dropping them to the floor and kissing up her legs as I pull off her panties. The bra goes next, though at this point, a minor inconvenience as I’ve already undone it.
The vision below me is nothing short of mesmerizing. It feels like it was ages ago that I saw her like this, and I didn’t take the time to truly appreciate every swoop of her muscles, the peaks of her bones, and the silkiness of her skin.
I won’t make that mistake again.
She arches toward me as I trail parted lips along her hipbones, up her stomach, and circle her pert nipples before closing my mouth over hers. One of her hands wraps around the back of my head, twisting into the short hairs while the other hooks around my shoulders.
There’s an eagerness to her movements, a desperation in the way her tongue wars with mine.
Putting us both out of our misery, I ease my cock into her as she moans.
“Can you take it, sweet thing?”
“Mmm. Mhm.” Though her lips are pulled into her mouth, she nods and lifts her hips up toward me.
I slam the rest of the way into her, which causes her to release a delicious yelp and dig her nails in.
Slowly, I pull out to just the tip before pounding right back in to the hilt, my balls smacking against her perfect ass.
I repeat the movement over and over. Each time her body shifts with the heightened force of my thrusts, a tiny squeak, whimper, or moan eases from her lips.
I’m trying to savor every second inside her, every sound she makes, she wraps her legs around my waist and grips tightly. To the point that I can barely move.
Lowering onto my forearms, I brush some curls from her face.
“Tell me what you want, sweet thing.”
“More. Harder. Faster. Just…more.” The words tumble out of her mouth laced with sheer desire.
“If you insist.” Reaching behind me, I unhook her ankles from my back and slip out of her, gripping her hips and flipping her onto her stomach. I lift her hips until she’s on her knees, then wrap her curls around my hand and pull until she raises her to her hands and her neck arches.
With my other hand, I press my fingers into her soaking pussy and jerk them inside her. She tries to lower her upper half to the mattress as she pushes back against my hand, but I tug her hair tighter.
As she clenches around my digits, and I think she’s close to coming, I replace my fingers with my cock, and she practically goes limp as she grips the sheets.
“Oh. God.”
“I know I’m good, but I wouldn’t consider myself a god.”
All she can do is whimper and pant as I thrust hard and fast. But it’s not enough. I need more from her. I need to hear her voice pinging off the walls. I want her to be so loud I’m worried the glass will shatter.
Her hair falls around her face in curtains as I release it, placing one hand on the curve of her waist while the other grips on to the headboard.
The whines and moans increase in both frequency and volume as I pound into her relentlessly. Her arms shake before she drops her chest to the mattress, her face planting into the pillow.
I tear it from under her head and throw it across the room. Nothing can muffle the sweet sounds she’s making.
The slope of her back is incredible, and I want nothing more than to lick down her spine. But she wanted more. Faster. Harder. So, I’m trying to give her that.
Her body starts to tremble, and her fingers dig into the sheet. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Eli. Fuck.” Each word has her voice rising until she cries out loudly and her pussy clamps down on my cock.
It’s so tight I can barely move, and it sets off my own orgasm. “Fucking shit.” A few small jerks, and I explode inside her before collapsing over her back.
I rest on top of her for a minute as we both pant heavily before I kiss the back of her head and pull away to clean up.
When I return from the bathroom, she’s barely even moved. Her ass is no longer in the air, her legs splayed, but besides the wide smile on her face, she’s exactly how I left her.
I climb up on the bed next to her and press my lips against her temple.
“I just… I need a few minutes. Then I’ll leave. I promise.”
“Leave? Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“I assumed you’d want me to leave when we were done.” Her eyes are wide as she peers up at me.
I run a hand over her curls and trail my fingertips down her spine to the top of her ass. “No, Bex. I told you. I’m done trying to put you out of my mind. While I have no fucking clue what that means or how to navigate it, I’m not letting you get away so easily this time.”
Her cheeks pinken, and she snuggles into the bed. Timidly, her hand reaches out and she curls her fingers in, as though she’s considering something. But she seems to decide whatever it is isn’t worth it because she shimmies closer to me, resting her hand on my chest and pressing her forehead against my ribs.
My heart pounds against my sternum, and a light laugh escapes her. This is so unlike anything I’ve experienced, yet in every way, feels so incredibly right.
The hard part is that it’s also so very, very wrong.