Fallen For Three

Chapter 14

FOURTEEN

I arriveat the college earlier than usual and sit at my desk with a steaming cup of coffee. Despite my best efforts to calm my nerves, I cannot shake off this feeling of anxiousness as I wait for Tessie’s arrival. I watch the door intently, observing the various students who enter the room, lost in their own thoughts and concerns.

Tessie and Rae walk into the classroom and my eyes are immediately drawn to Tessie, who looks stunning. Her brown hair loosely waved, wearing a pretty, dark floral short dress paired with a stylish jean jacket and tights, accentuating her curves perfectly. I can’t help but smile at her, but she seems in a hurry and quickly makes her way to the back of the classroom without acknowledging me. I know she is trying her best to ignore me.

I start my lecture. Tessie sits at the back of the room, engrossed in her computer with her headphones on. It’s strange to see her so disconnected, especially after fucking her brains out in the forest, and all the times before that. It’s almost as if she’s purposely ignoring me, pretending like she doesn’t know me anymore.

She suddenly drops her pen, swiftly gets up from her seat, and bends over to pick it up from the floor. Her ass. Fuck. I miss it—her tight hole. Just looking at her ass makes me hard. I have to put the stack of papers I’m holding in front so no one sees. I can’t help but notice that she turns her head and glances in my direction, but her expression is devoid of emotion.

Despite my best efforts to stay focused, I can’t help but think about how badly I want to fuck her. But I know I can’t let my emotions get in the way of my duties as a professor, so I try to push those thoughts aside and continue with the lesson.

As the classapproaches its mid-point, I announce to everyone that they can take a fifteen-minute break. I watch the students grab their belongings and exit the classroom. Just as I am about to follow Tessie and Rae, a student stops me in my tracks.

“Mike,” she says.

I turned to face her. “Yes, uhh...?” I see a female with curly, crimson-red hair and brown eyes.

“My name is Janey. I’m in your business class,” she says.

“What’s up?” I ask, sensing that she needs something.

“Can I talk to you quickly?” she mumbles. I hesitate, knowing that I need to keep an eye on Tessie during the break. But I also didn’t want to ignore Janey’s request.

The classroom is empty except for Janey and me. I casually lean against my desk while she sits on a nearby table. Suddenly, she bites her lip with a flirty look and asks, “I was just wondering if there is anything I can do for extra credit?” Her question catches me off guard, so I inquire, “What do you mean? You should be fine if you have completed all of your assignments on time.”

Janey moves closer to me, leaning forward and pushing her chest out. I lean back, feeling uncomfortable with her sudden proximity. I ask her what she’s doing, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Well, word is getting around,” she says quietly, her eyes flickering over my face.

“From whom?” I ask, feeling a knot of unease in my stomach.

“Archie and his friends from computing,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. “They say you have things for students. You like to give them extra credit.”

My heart sinks at her words. I try to keep my voice steady as I respond. “Oh, really? Well, that’s not correct,” I say firmly, hoping to sound more confident than I feel. “Please, leave now. I will not mention this to anyone, but I will report you if you ask anything like that again.”

Janey nods, her eyes downcast, and she quickly leaves the room as the door closes. That little fucker Archie. How the fuck does he know about me and Tessie? He has only ever seen her with Cain. I know I need to be careful from now on.

As I leave the classroom, students start to make their way back into the room. I have no choice but to stay put. I notice that Tessie and Rae have yet to return.

Janey enters the classroom with a bottle of water, avoiding eye contact. Thank god.

I begin the class, leaning against the desk and gripping it tight. The fifteen-minute break has come and gone, yet Tessie and Rae are still nowhere to be found. As the minutes tick by, my restlessness grows. I find myself pacing back and forth in the classroom, anxiously waiting for their return.

The classroom door flings open and Rae and Tessie walk in five minutes late. In my attempt to maintain discipline, I can’t help but remark, “You’re late.”

Rae quietly walks to the back of the class while Tessie, on the other hand, rolls her eyes at me. Her insolence infuriates me. Cain was right. She can be a brat.

In a stern voice, I say, “Uh, don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady.”

The whole class goes silent and I can sense the tension in the air. Tessie stands there, arms crossed, and huffs, making it clear that she doesn’t care about my opinion.

I can’t let her get away with such behavior, so I decide to take action. “With that attitude, you can see me at lunch. Now, get on with your work,” I say, trying to maintain my composure and avoid escalating the situation further.

Tessie quietly walks towards the back of the classroom, carefully choosing a vacant computer to settle down on. Rae whispers something to her in a hushed tone. Despite the bustling noise of the classroom, Tessie remains focused on her work, determined to accomplish all her tasks on time.

Lunchtime approachesand the room gradually empties as people approach the dining hall. However, I notice Tessie attempting to slip away discreetly with Rae. I call her, “Uh, I don’t think so. Come here, please, Tessie.”

Rae inquires if she should stay behind with her. Tessie responds, “No, it’s ok. I’ll meet you in the dining hall.”

Rae exits the classroom and I shut the door behind her. Turning around, I find Tessie standing there with a noticeable attitude etched across her face. I can feel my frustration rising as I demand her to stop with the unpleasant demeanor. However, Tessie simply rolls her eyes, indicating that she has no intention of changing her behavior anytime soon.

“What do you want, Mike?” Tessie asks in an irritated tone.

Standing firm, I respond, “I want you to stop with the attitude. You are my student and I won’t tolerate it.” I walk closer to her, hoping to make my point clear.

Tessie sighs, frustrated, and stomps past me, muttering, “Fine. Whatever.”

Unable to let it go, I grab her arm, hoping to make her listen. “Cain is right. You are a brat. Keep up with the attitude, and I’ll–” She turns to face me, but her expression remains stoic. She interrupts me, “You will what, Mike?”

“Don’t fucking test me. Fix that attitude right now, Tessie, or I’ll punish you,” I say, my voice deep and stern.

She looks up at me, her eyes flashing with defiance as she hisses, “I dare you.”

The tension in the air is palpable as we stand there, locked in a silent challenge, both unwilling to back down.

I exert my strength, pushing her towards the rear end of the classroom. She stumbles backward, her back colliding with the surface of a tall cupboard door.

Our breaths became heavy. I feel her gaze piercing me as she looks deep into my eyes. I open the cupboard door and push her inside, closing the door behind us. I fumbled with the lock.

“Kneel…” I demand.

She drops to her knees without hesitation and gazes up at me with an intense look. I bet she is enjoying this.

“What now, Mike?” she whispers seductively.

“You will address me as sir while in this cupboard,” I say gently, tugging her head back. “I will show you what you get for being a brat. Trying to show me up in front of the other students.”

Scanning the cupboard, I see a wooden ruler resting on a shelf. A sudden idea strikes me and I quickly reach for it, feeling its sturdy texture in my hand.

“Put your hand out,” I instruct, my voice leaving no room for argument. “Palm facing down.”

She nervously extends her hand and I respond with a swift smack with the ruler to the back of her hand. It sends a jolt through her entire body, causing her to let out a sudden gulp of surprise.

“Is that it?” she asks like it didn’t hurt her.

“Sir!” I growl.

“Is that it, sir?”

“I bet you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I ask, snarling at her.

“Maybe. Maybe not…”

“Are you missing us?” I ask.

She just stares at me with an attitude.

I quickly reach for her upper arm and lift her to her feet. With a sense of dominance, I push her back against the filing cabinet.

I lean in and whisper into her ear, “Now turn around and be a good student.”

Her hair brushes against my cheek as I speak and I can’t help but notice the faint scent of her perfume emanating from her.

“Fucking bend over now,” I command.

She leans forward and her body arches over the filing cabinet. Her stomach presses against the metal as her ass protrudes backward.

Without giving her a warning, I lift her dress to her lower back. I rip open her tights and pull her black, lacy panties to the side, exposing her ass and pussy.

“This is what you get for being a brat,” I say sternly.

I raise the long wooden ruler above my head, feeling its weight in my hand as I prepare to strike it against her ass. With a swift motion, I bring it down with force, the sharp sound of its impact echoing throughout the cupboard and reverberating off the walls. The sudden noise startles me, causing me to pause and take a deep breath before continuing.

Tessie lets out a whimper. There is a long, red mark across her ass.

“Again, sir,” she begs quietly.

“I knew you fucking liked this. You brat.”

I lift the ruler and bring it down with force on her ass again. Her whole body jolts forward, so I grab her shoulder and smack the ruler hard across her bare skin one last time.

She turns around and looks at me, smirking.

“That was my punishment?” she asks in a sarcastic tone.

What she just said has left me feeling quite infuriated and annoyed. I grab a fistful of her hair and pin her head down on the cabinet.

Using my free hand, I carefully delve into her pussy. As my fingers sink into her, I feel her juices oozing out onto my hand.

“You’re wet,” I state.

Her breathing is heavy as I push my fingers deeper inside her. I feel her pussy walls as she lets out a moan.

“Do you want my cock inside you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fucking beg...”

“Please, sir. I want your cock inside me so bad,” she begs.

My cock is so hard I can feel it throbbing. With my free hand, I unzip my trousers and pull it out.

I keep her head pinned down so she can’t move. I rub the tip of my cock up and down on her wet pussy, not putting it in. Fuck I want to so bad. I want to fuck her up against this cabinet. However, she needs to learn her lesson.

“Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you?”

“Mhmm.”

I move the tip of my cock to her clit, rubbing at a rapid pace.

“Please, sir…Please fuck me.”

Holding her head into place, I line my cock up to her hole and I thrust inside her. Her whole body jolts.

“Uhh,” she cries.

I exit her pussy and thrust hard one more time.

“Keep going, sir… I’m so turned on,” she moans.

I lean down to her face, my body on top of her, and whisper, “If you come home, you can have more. Until then, that’s your punishment.”

I pull out of her wet pussy, her juices coating my cock. Shit. How I could have easily fucked her and gave in. I put my cock away, not with ease, of course. She is like a drug to me.

Tessie arches her back up and turns around to face me, her expression twisted in anger. As I reach out with my finger to touch her chin, she quickly waves it away dismissively.

I let out an evil chuckle.

“Bet you wanna come home now. Don’t you…”

She ignores what I just said and sniggers at me.

“You ripped my tights…” she says while removing them entirely.

I fumbled with the lock, let out a satisfying hiss, and finally opened the cupboard door. With the door ajar, I turn to Tessie and suggest, “It’s about time you grab some lunch.”

She walks out of the cupboard and lets out an unsatisfied groan.

I storm out of the classroom and feel my frustration boiling inside me. I can’t help but resent Mike for what he did. The way he hit me with that ruler really turned me on. I almost want to go to the bathroom and finish myself off. What am I thinking? No. I need to stop.

If you come home, you can have more.The words play in my mind. No! I was not going back to being controlled and their little sex slave.

I make my way towards the dining hall and see Rae sitting with Archie and his group of friends.

Archie greets me with a smile as I approach the bench and Rae shuffles to make some room for me to sit down. Suddenly, she asks, “Weren’t you wearing tights earlier?” Caught off guard, I stumble over my words and nervously reply, “Uhh...uhh...I got a hole in them, so I took them off.”

I observe her briefly as she concentrates on processing the information. Suddenly, she seems to have figured out why I have no tights on, and an elated grin spreads across her face. Archie breaks the silence with a casual inquiry, “So, Tessie, how are you?”

“I’m doing well, thank you,” I reply politely, but with a hint of bluntness in my tone as I face him.

“Are you still seeing...What is his name? Cain?” he inquires.

I avert my gaze for a moment before looking back at him. “Well, it’s complicated,” I say quietly. “Trouble in paradise, ay?” he quips sarcastically with a tone that is hard to ignore.

Rae suddenly interrupts us with excitement in her eyes, “Oh Tessie, Archie just told me about this gothic mask event that’s happening at the club this weekend. Would you like to go?”

I can tell how much she wants me to say yes, especially since I stay at her place. However, the thought of going to the club again brings back memories of my last time there. I couldn’t forget how I got spiked and the danger that came with it.

“It’s not Halloween. But sure…”

“Just because it’s not Halloween doesn’t mean you can’t wear a mask,” Archie explains.

“Wow, I can’t wait for this! Once we’re done with college, let’s head into town and pick out some outfits. We are going to look so sexy,” Rae says with a big smile.

I turn my head and my gaze falls upon Mike as he enters the dining hall with a confident stride. He throws a smirk in my direction, but I refuse to give in to his charm and quickly avert my eyes. I can’t help but notice the admiring glances every girl in the room gives him.

Mike takes a seat at the table behind us. He is undoubtedly trying to eavesdrop on our conversation, trying to catch every word we say.

Raeand I walk into a store named Purple Dreams. The dimly lit interior is filled with various clothing items, ranging from corsets to form-fitting dresses. The atmosphere exudes a sense of mystery.

Rae enthusiastically shares her plan with me as we step into the boutique. “Ok, we need to pick outfits that make us look hot and will make us stand out,” she explains, her eyes scanning the stylish racks of clothes.

I take a seat on the plush sofa shaped like lips, admiring the boutique’s chic decor. Rae meticulously browses through the racks, discerningly analyzing each piece.

She spots two corsets–one black and one red. She carefully pulls them out, admiring the intricate lace detailing on each one. Next, she rummages through the next rack and finds two tight skirts that match the colors of the corsets. After a few minutes of deliberation, Rae makes her decision. “Ok, I’m thinking you wear the red corset with a black skirt,” she says, holding up the outfit. “And I’ll wear the black corset with the red skirt. What do you think?”

“Ooo, yes. I like it.”

My eyes land on a cabinet containing a collection of elegant, masquerade, lace eye masks. I am immediately drawn to them and pick out two black ones that catch my attention. I hold them out and suggest, “These will look great with the outfit.”

Rae squeals excitement and we both agree that we will look absolutely stunning wearing them.

Rae steps up to the register to pay for her outfit. I gaze out of the window and catch a glimpse of a familiar figure. My heart skips a beat as I realize it might be Nate, but I quickly dismiss the thought. My mind is playing tricks on me. I just miss him.

“You ok, Tess?” Rae asks.

“Uh, yeah. Just sleepy.”

“Wanna get something to eat?”

“Sure. I am paying, though, since you are letting me stay with you,” I state.

We walk downthe street and stumble upon a quaint, cozy bar. The rustic, wooden tables and dim lighting make it the perfect spot for a casual dinner. We take a seat at a table with a flickering candle in the center, casting a warm glow around us. “Romantic,” Rae says with a playful smirk as we settle in.

We quickly glance at the menu, trying to decide what to order. Suddenly, a waitress approaches us, ready to take our order. As we place our order, Rae turns to me and asks, “Hey, I never asked...You have your own place. Why did you want to stay at mine?” With a curious look, she adds, “I mean, I have no problem with you staying. I was just wondering.” Feeling a bit hesitant, I quietly respond, “Uhh, I just didn’t want to be alone, that’s all.”

The waitress appears with a tray of glasses filled with water. She swiftly places them on the table and disappears into the kitchen.

“Do you miss them?” she asks. I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to reveal my true feelings. Cain had hurt me deeply and I resented him for it. I longed for an apology, but I knew his pride would never allow him to admit his mistake.

“I don’t…” I finally reply, unsure what to say.

“But you do?”

“I do.”

“I understand.”

We eagerly await our food; the aroma fills the air, and our stomachs grumble. Finally, the plates arrive and we can’t wait to take the first bite. Rae’s dish is a delicious-looking bowl of pasta with tomato sauce and Parmesan cheese, while my plate is filled with perfectly cooked chicken and fluffy rice, topped with a savory sauce and some fresh herbs. We savor every bite.

Rae confides in me about the growing closeness between her and Archie. She expresses how much he has been helping her to fill the void left by Dan’s sudden disappearance.

I suggest to her that perhaps it would be wise to take things slow and be cautious.

For the pastcouple of days, I’ve woken up to a text message from Nate every morning asking if I was alright. Although I appreciate his concern, I’ve been ignoring him intentionally. I’m feeling overwhelmed and I need some space to sort things out. I had to run into Mike twice while at college. The last time we saw each other, we didn’t exchange a single word and the silence between us was notable.

I sit on the sofa and the sound of the TV fills the room, providing a moment of relaxation after a long day of looking at a computer screen and working.

Suddenly, the front door opens and Rae walks in, accompanied by Archie. “Hey, Tess,” she greets me with a smile. “I’m just getting changed. Archie is taking me out for dinner,” she adds, heading towards her bedroom.

I stand up and nod in agreement, “Ooo, nice,” I say.

Rae disappears into her bedroom and Archie and I are left in an awkward silence. I notice his hand tucked in his pocket and I can’t help but feel suspicious. “What?” I ask bluntly, sensing something off about him. Archie gives me an evil smirk and walks closer, whispering in my ear, “Maybe I should take you out for dinner as you’re single now.” The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and a chill runs down my spine. I feel uneasy, unsure of how to respond.

Rae’s timely return interrupts the tension between us and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I’m all ready,” Rae announces as they both head towards the door. Suddenly, I feel compelled to say something. “Wait, Rae…” I call out.

Archie and Rae turn to face me and I feel Archie’s glare piercing me. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, “Nothing. You look beautiful, have a good night.”

Rae smiles and mouths Thank you. I watch them leave together, holding hands.

I have a strong suspicion that Archie is aware of something important. From the first day I met him, I felt something was amiss. I can’t shake off the feeling that he knows about Dan. What if he was the other person involved? What if he was the other stalker? The thought is weighing heavily on my mind. Maybe I am just overthinking it.

I guide the disoriented man towards the police car and firmly secure his hands with handcuffs. I recite his rights to him, informing him that he is being arrested for being intoxicated and creating a disturbance in a public area.

He hurls an insult at me. “Pig!” he spits out.

I try my best to maintain my composure and avoid escalating the situation. I guide him towards the back of the police car and push him inside.

The drunk man hurled more verbal abuse at me from the backseat, but I chose to ignore him. My mind is preoccupied with thoughts of Tessie.

We make our way to the police station just around the corner.

I open the car door and grab him firmly, pulling him out of the vehicle. Suddenly, he spits at me, and my frustration begins to mount. I can feel my anger rising and I see nothing but red. Looking around quickly, I throw a punch at him, feeling the satisfying impact of my fist against his face. His nose instantly starts bleeding.

The man mumbles something about pressing charges, but I pay him no mind. With a firm grip on his arm, I push him towards the station.

As we walk, I explain, “Who will they believe in court—a drunk man or a respected sergeant, like myself?”

We enter the station and I feel a sense of relief as a group of officers approaches me and takes the drunk guy away from me. I turn to see Paul standing up at his desk. His expression is concerned and he nods for me to come over. I approach him hesitantly, unsure of what to expect. Without a word, he gathers some files and leads me into a small, quiet office. The room is sparsely furnished, with only a single desk and a few chairs. As we settle in, I can feel the weight of the situation beginning to sink in.

“What’s up?” He hands me a stack of files containing numerous screenshots. As he paces back and forth, he informs me that Tessie and Raquel have plans to go out tomorrow evening and the guys are in the midst of planning something.

“Do you know what they are planning?” I ask.

“No, they met up in person and discussed it. All I know is that it is planned for tomorrow night at the club.”

“I’ll have Nate and Mike watch her in the club. I will be outside the whole night, on duty.” I reply.

“Is she being monitored all the time?” Paul inquires as he adjusts his glasses.

“Yes, Nate is keeping a close watch on her tonight,” I reply softly, flicking through the paper screenshots.

“Does she know of Archie’s involvement with this website?”

“No, she is completely unaware of it; however, she does have her suspicions,” I confirm.

“That’s probably a good thing,” Paul adds, agreeing.

I contactedNate and Mike to inform them about the website group’s plan for tomorrow. They both agree to watch Tessie while she’s in the club while I will be outside monitoring the situation as part of my duty. I mention that we are fortunate that the club has a mask event going on, so Tessie won’t be able to recognize them. During our conversation, Nate shares that Archie had visited the house and taken Raquel out. I quickly make it clear to him that our priority is solely focused on Tessie’s safety and well-being and Raquel is not part of our concern.

I instruct Nate to inform me about the ongoing situation at Raquel’s apartment. My primary concern is preventing any potential harm to Tessie, so I have asked Nate to notify me immediately if Archie returns to the apartment. I do not feel comfortable letting Tessie be alone with Archie and want to take all necessary precautions to ensure her safety. Even if I have to kidnap her and lock her away, I know she is safe with me.

I lay in bed as Rae texted me. She informed me that she had decided to spend the night at Archie’s.

I can’t help but think about Mike, Nate, and Cain. Suddenly, I found myself staring at a photo of us standing outside a restaurant. A tear trickles down my cheek. They are the best part of me. My attention then shifts to the messages from Nate. I hesitate momentarily before my fingers begin to type, almost involuntarily. I ask him to come to Rae’s and send him the address. I can’t help but wonder what I am thinking and if it is the right thing to do.

As the clock ticks away, I suddenly hear a gentle knock at the front door. My heart races with anticipation as I quickly jump out of bed, still dressed in nothing but a loose-fitting t-shirt and panties. I rush towards the door. As I swing the door open, I am greeted by the sight of Nate, dressed in a green flannel shirt, a white t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. His appearance sends a warm flutter through my chest, and for a moment, I am lost in his gaze.

“You came?” I utter

“You texted,” he replies.

He steps inside the apartment and the door shuts behind him with a soft thud. We stand facing each other, our eyes locked in a silent conversation. He then steps forward and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. We say nothing, but the silence between us speaks volumes.

I hold him tightly, feeling the chill emanating from his body. “Why are you so cold?” I ask, concern lacing my voice.

He hushes me with a gentle shh and lifts my chin with his finger.

I look into his eyes, and before I can say anything else, he leans in and presses his lips against mine. The kiss is soft yet intense. I feel my worries melt away as I lose myself in the moment.

I lift his t-shirt and rest my hand on his abs, feeling the texture of his skin against my fingers.

“I’ve missed you so much, baby.”

I look at him as wave of emotions sweeps over me and my eyes tear up. Without a second thought, I lean in and kiss him again, feeling his lips pressing against mine. As we embrace, I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, savoring the feeling of being held by him once again.

Nate lifts me effortlessly and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He gently carries me to the bedroom and places me down softly on the bed. We sit there in comfortable silence, feeling the warmth of each other’s presence without the need for words.

I feel his touch and he gently moves a strand of my hair behind my ear. A sweet smile spreads across my face as I gaze into his eyes. He takes my hand and brings it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of my hand. Then, he leans in and starts kissing my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Without a word, he tugs and pulls my oversized t-shirt off over my head. He tosses it carelessly to the ground as I sit there in just panties.

The sound of our breathing grows louder by the second, filling the space between us with a sense of anticipation. Our eyes meet and my pulse quickens as a rush of emotion washes over me.

In the heat of the moment, I lunge towards him with a sense of urgency and promptly take his flannel shirt and t-shirt off. He is already starting to unfasten his jeans.

I gaze upon his perfect body and his black tattoos adorning his skin. Among them, I spot the one featuring my lips on his chest and I can’t resist placing my hand on it.

Our faces are just inches apart, our chests rising and falling in unison with every breath we take. The sound of our heavy breathing fills the air and I can feel his warm breath on my lips.

I recline on the bed and he moves himself next to me, settling into a comfortable position.

My back is pressed up against his chest as we spoon. His head nestles into my neck. He pries my legs open and takes my panties off. I lift one leg to the side without hesitation as he starts rubbing my clit slowly.

He places his lips gently on my neck, his warm breath creating a sensual heat on my skin. His heavy breathing on my neck intensifies the moment, making it all the more passionate.

I shut my eyes as he gently runs his fingers over my clit, sending a wave of soothing sensations throughout my body. My lips part as a soft moan escapes, giving voice to the pleasure pulsing through me.

He slowly dips his fingers into my pussy, feeling my warmth. With a gentle motion, he moves his fingers around, pulsating them up and down.

I can’t help but notice my knee almost touching my head. He starts kissing my leg as his fingers move faster inside me.

A whimper escapes my lips as I surrender myself to him.

He comes to a halt and removes his fingers from my pussy, moving his body on top of mine. We are skin-to-skin. He places my hands above my head, lacing his fingers with mine. Securing our grip with his other hand, he gently rests it behind my ass.

His cock rubs against my pussy and I feel it twitch. He doesn’t need to position his cock into place. The tip is already at the entrance and my pussy accepts him.

He thrusts slowly, but deeply into me.

“Nate…” I breathe.

He fucks me slow and smooth. His movements are infused with a deep sense of passion. Despite the slow pace, there is undeniable energy in his movements.

His fingers constrict around mine, exerting a firm and unwavering hold.

Our breathing reverberates throughout the room, filling every corner with its loudness. It is hard to ignore and seems to echo endlessly, creating a sense of stillness that is only broken by the rhythmic inhales and exhales.

He is moving slowly and intimately and I can feel the passion building up between us. It’s incredibly mesmerizing and I’m loving every moment of it.

I wrap one leg over his back, drawing him closer to me as he continues to move within me with a mesmerizing precision.

“You’re going so deep,” I moan.

He breathes deep into my neck and kisses it. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans through his teeth.

Nate’s thrusts deepen, each one fueled by a surge of passion.

“I love you…” he says, out of breath, kissing my neck.

What did I just hear?

He slowly lifts his head away from my neck and I feel a rush of emotions running through me. My heart is pounding so hard that I can hear it thumping in my ears. I am completely taken aback as he looks deep into my eyes, time seems to stand still for a moment. I am in shock, unable to move or speak, lost in the intensity of his gaze. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, holding a captivating allure. I feel as though I’m peering into the depths of his soul.

“I love you, too,” I whisper, scared.

Why did I say that? Do I love him? Fuck. Oh my god…I love him.

His movements become increasingly rapid and intense. My heart races and I struggle to catch my breath. Every thrust feels like a battle against my exhaustion.

“Baby…” he whines.

“Fill me up with your cum, Nate,” I moan.

“If you insist.”

His hips and ass move with incredible speed and fluidity.

“That’s it, come for me, ”I gasp.

“Uhh…uhh.”

I wrap both legs tightly around Nate’s waist, drawing him in even closer as he drives into me with a final, powerful thrust. He releases himself completely, filling me up with his cum.

Nate collapses onto me, his weight pressing into me. I can feel the heat of his skin against mine, his breath hot and ragged against my neck as we both tremble in the aftermath.

Through the window, the moon’s pale glow casts a shimmering light on our glistening skin, damp with sweat. Our bodies entangled in a tight embrace as we lay there, catching our breath and holding onto each other.

We layin bed and the room is silent except for our breathing. His arm wraps around my neck and I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. My head rests on his chest and I can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It is a peaceful moment, I feel safe and content in his embrace.

Nate’s unexpected words break the room’s stillness, “I’ll help you pack your things.”

I feel a sudden jolt of confusion, causing me to sit up and clutch the covers tightly to my chest. “Wait, what?” I ask, trying to make sense of his unexpected offer.

“You’re coming home, right?” he asks, sounding just as puzzled as I am.

I take a moment to reflect on everything that has happened. Suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. “Oh my god,” I gasp, utterly in shock. “You said you loved me just to get me back to the house, didn’t you?”

Nate finally sits up and looks at me with a pained expression. “No. I do love you, Tessie,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

However, I can’t bring myself to believe him. “Bullshit!” I hiss back. My eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What, has Cain put you up to this?” I demand.

“No! If you ask me to jump, I will ask you how high. If you want me to run, I will ask you how far. Whenever you cry, I will be there to wipe away your tears. Your pain is my pain, I feel it deeply. Tessie, I am hopelessly in love with you. I just wish you could see that,” he asserts, cupping my cheek.

“I’m sorry, Nate, but I’m having difficulty believing you. It feels like I have no control over my actions. I’m just being manipulated like a puppet on a string by you three,” I say, a single tear rolling down my cheek.

He wipes my tears away with his thumb. “You’re not just some puppet on a string,” he says softly, his voice filled with compassion. “We all care about you and want to ensure you’re safe and happy, baby.”

In an instant, an overwhelming sense of anxiety takes over me, leaving me feeling uneasy and unsure. I question my ability to love and what being in a relationship means. As I try to sort through my thoughts, I struggle to articulate what’s happening in my mind.

Feeling overwhelmed, I mumble, “Nate, I think it’s best if you leave,” my voice barely above a whisper. I can see the look of confusion on his face as he tries to understand what’s happening.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. “I’ll text you, ok?”

He hesitates for a moment as if he wants to say something.

“Baby…” he says, but I interrupt him.

“Nate. Just go,” I say firmly, my voice shaking slightly.

He gets out of bed and gradually puts on his clothes while I wrap the cover around my body and wait for him near the front door. The room is quiet except for the faint sound of his movements.

Nate slowly leaves the bedroom, his eyes fixed on the ground. I stand there, holding the door open for him.

He finally looks at me and whispers, “It doesn’t feel like a home without you there, Tessie.” His words cut through me like a knife and tears well up in my eyes. He leaves the apartment and I shut the door behind him. The weight of his words hits me like a ton of bricks and I crumble into a heap, tears streaming down my face. The emptiness of the room seems to magnify my pain, which engulfs me entirely.