Chapter Sixteen – Reese
The moment she says my name, I can’t help but smirk.
Smirk and go at her harder between the legs, because I sure as hell am not finished with her yet.
She is breathless beneath me, and just the way she says my name makes her sound like she’s awe-struck, totally stunned and surprised by my true identity—though I don’t know why.
Surely she must have thought, at one point or another, that I was the man behind the mask?
How else could she explain away the connection between us?
Who else would have such power over her?
Me. It was always me, and it will always be me.
I’m a Scott, and Scotts don’t let go of their obsessions.
Those obsessions we inject straight into our veins, assimilate into our DNA, and become one with them.
Wren is my obsession. She will always be my obsession.
I’m ready to erupt, but I push it back as she gazes up at me with wide eyes and a parted mouth.
Thanks to the candles around us, there’s more than enough light to see the expression on her face, and as for the cold air…
well, I don’t think it’s bothering either of us right now.
I’m burning up, and based on the way she feels, she is, too.
I bring my head down to hers, although I have to arch my back somewhat fierce to do it thanks to her short stature.
I whisper, “I told you I have some… other kinks, Wren.” Leaning my mouth against her cheek, I give her a soft kiss before dipping lower and taking her earlobe between my teeth, making her croon into me.
“This is only the start. If the weather was warmer, I’d have taken you to the woods and chased you. ”
As I say it, her inner core tightens around my cock, drawing out a low moan from me. I keep up my pace, adding, “I’d even give you a head start. And once I caught you—and make no mistake, once I give chase, I’ll always catch you—I’d make you mine right then and there.”
Wren holds onto me as I fuck her, the look she wears a delirious one. She doesn’t seem opposed to the idea, which fills me with hope. I had the feeling this girl could take me as I am, that, even though she might be a good girl, deep down she’s been waiting to be very, very bad. Downright naughty.
“Is that something you’d like?” I ask her, and it takes her a moment, but eventually she nods.
The smirk on my face can only deepen. “Of course it is. I know you. I’ve watched you, taken care of you, waited so long to make you mine.
I knew from the first moment I saw you you were something special. You were always meant to be mine.”
The way she exhales after that informs me she cannot argue with me. It’s a sigh of contentment, one of acceptance. She is mine, and deep down she knows it.
I fuck her harder after that. How could I not?
I fuck her with the sole purpose of coming.
I know she and her friend stopped at the campus clinic earlier in the week, so it’s probably okay for me to come inside her, but just to be safe I plan on pulling out and painting her apex and her inner thighs with my cum.
She’ll wear my cum on her thighs when I take her home. Knowing that gives me a certain type of satisfaction nothing else in the world can.
I claim her the way I was always meant to, and this time when that familiar pressure builds in my lower half, I don’t push it off. I let it take me, devour me, and spit me back out. Lurching forward, I fill her pussy up to the brink once before I jerk out of her and spray my cum on her.
On those beautiful thighs. On her pussy lips. Everywhere I can, given the fact that her legs aren’t wide open for me.
The pleasure takes hold of me deeply, and I groan out my release, my eyelids slamming shut.
It’s only after the orgasm’s high fades somewhat that I let go of my cock and bring my lips to hers, kissing her hard before I stuff myself away and fix my pants.
I do the same with her clothes, and she lets me, simply laying there and breathing hard.
I roll onto the blanket next to her and pull her into me as much as I can, given the jacket she wears. Winter time does not lend to intimate moments outside, but both our bodies are furnaces right now, so I think we’ll be fine for a little while yet.
My mask lays on her other side, its faceless surface staring up at the sliver of the moon in the sky, an omen of the darkness within me.
“I can’t believe it was you the whole time,” she whispers when she’s finally in control of her own breathing again.
She lays on her side next to me, with my arm around her back, and she sounds so…
so at ease, like there isn’t a single part of her that wants to escape this situation.
Here, with me, is right where she was always meant to be.
“Did you honestly not think it could be me?”
“It crossed my mind, but—” She pauses for a while. “—I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t really think about it. It almost felt fake, like you couldn’t be real. Now, it makes sense why I felt such an immediate connection to you at the party.”
Hearing her say that makes me grin.
“How did you know where I’d be that night? How’d you know the theme of the party?”
I don’t know if she’s ready to hear that I have cameras at her place, so I simply tell her, “I have my ways. Like I said, I’ve been watching you a long time. Now that you’re no longer in one of my classes, I couldn’t wait anymore.”
“Could you get in trouble for this?”
“The university does frown against professors and students getting together, but their official stance is that, if a relationship should come about, that student cannot be under the instruction of that professor.”
“Have you ever done this with a student before?” Wren is full of questions, and for good reason.
If I was in her place, I would want to know these things, too.
Based on that last question, I can assume she’s wondering if she’ll be this semester’s fascination, and if I’ll drop her come the start of summer.
I can only tell her the truth: “No. You’re the first. Believe it or not, I don’t make a habit of putting my job on the line. I might not need the job to survive, but my life would be boring without anything to do. I enjoy what I do. You were… you were a surprise.”
I’m well aware she might not believe me.
With any luck, she does—and if she doesn’t, then I’ll simply have to prove my loyalty to her over time.
There are some people who would look down on our ten-year age difference, not to mention the fact that I used to be her professor, but I’m not one of those creepy professors who flicks from student to student, trying to get all the young pussy he can. That’s just not me. It’s never been me.
After a moment of silence, Wren whispers, “This is crazy, isn’t it?” She leans her head back and stares up into my eyes, and I bring the hand I have draped over her back to her face, taking her chin between my fingers.
“Crazy is a subjective term,” I tell her, something she already knows deep down, and then I kiss her.
The kiss is warm and soothing, the kind of kiss that’s between two people who’ve been with each other for a while, not between two people who are new to all this.
It’s comforting, simple, and easy, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I would never give her up. Nothing and no one could take her from me.
We stay like that for a while, our mouths locked together, the constant, low push and pull of our lips all we can feel, along with the heat our bodies share being so close together on this winter night.
It’s beautiful. I don’t want it to end. I want this moment to last and last, for an eternity to pass us by without either of us knowing.
Alas, something like that will never happen. I can’t forget about Logan, and I’m sure she can’t forget about him, either. Whether or not he proves himself to her is up to him; I gave him the chance, and now it’s on his plate whether or not he takes that chance and uses it to his full potential.
I’ve seen him staying up late, working on a song. I don’t know what he plans on doing, but it’s not something I’ve seen him do before, which leads me to wonder if he’s channeling his old self a bit.
Selfishly, I hope he crashes and burns, but I also know that Wren likes him. She might even love him, and when it comes to love, it’s indescribable, unexplainable.
Of course, there’s more I want to show her. More of my own darkness. Logan might’ve made it through my maze, but there are at least two other people out there who I’d like to let loose in it. Her ex and the asshole who hit her that night.
One thing at a time, though. I don’t want to completely overwhelm her tonight. I think finding out her masked stranger’s identity is enough excitement. I suppose, ultimately, I could even leave it up to her, whether I let either of those people loose in my maze.
We lay there together for a while, until the small candles I brought start to flicker out and threaten to lose their flame. I think it’s safe to say our blood has cooled, and the night breeze is an unwelcome thing, unrelenting as it blows around us.
“Well,” I whisper, “I suppose I should take you home.”
“You mean you’re not going to make me walk?” Though it’s spoken as a joke, she must also be referring to the fact that I did make her walk here alone.
“Seeing as how you’d recognize my car, I think the mystery of my identity wouldn’t have lasted nearly as long as it did,” I tell her with a short grin.
Wren and I are slow to sit up as she says, “I guess you’re right. I didn’t think about that.” She yawns. “I am pretty tired. You know how to tire a girl out.” She goes for the nearest candle that’s still burning and puts the cap on it, helping me clean up without being asked to.
It’s an easy thing, existing with her. A comfortable silence. Together, we make short work of the space, and together, with the candles and the blanket in our arms, I lead her to where my car sits a little ways away, far enough away from the nearest street lights so it wouldn’t be so noticeable.
I turn the heat up in my car and wait for it to warm up before I drive her home. In the passenger seat, she buckles her seatbelt and I reach for her hand. Our fingers entwine, and I let out a happy sigh.
This is what it’s supposed to be. This is life. And Wren? She’s my everything.