Fuck, I want her. And I didn’t quite expect that. I didn’t expect any of this, least of all her actually sending me the picture and the chubby I’m growing in my pants. Pocketing my phone, I return to the table to get their credit card and run their tab. I can’t get the image of her out of my head. My mouth literally waters thinking about it. What am I doing? Getting horny for my teacher, for her.
This has got to be some mommy issues bullshit, right? Some repressed childhood trauma, getting horny for the woman who ruined my life. At this point, I don’t even care. I just need to have her, fuck her brains out, and I plan to. I plan to keep my word about ruining her. The only reason I want to make it mind blowing for her is because I know once I do she’ll be fucked for the rest of her life, never able to find an ounce of pleasure without remembering what I did to her.
After the table is cleared and I have some time, I head for the break room in the back. It’s rarely used, and it’s mostly for us to take our meals and store our shit. Right now it’s empty and private, so as soon I shut the door behind me, I hit the video call button on Everly’s number.
She answers looking pensive and chewing her lip.
“Normally when someone sends you a nude pic you don’t take so long to respond.”
“Worried I didn’t like it?” I ask.
She glances away. “I don’t care if you like it.”
“Show me again,” I say in a low tone.
“Where are you?”
“In the break room. I’m alone. Just show me.”
“Cullen…” she says, and I love the way my name sounds on her lips when she’s trying to tell me no. She never says no, but she calls my name like that, like she’s scolding me, and it makes me feel powerful.
“Show me now,” I reply, my voice thick and dark, and I palm myself over my pants just thinking about her pussy in that picture.
“Promise me you’re alone.”
Quickly I scan the room, but she still looks nervous so I rush to the single bathroom, flipping on the light and locking the door.
“Show me now.”
With a hesitant expression on her face, she peels open her robe, giving me a view of her bra and panties before lowering the phone and spreading her knees. Peeling her thong aside again, she aims the camera right at her sex again.
My breath comes out heavy and loud. “Touch it.”
There is no hesitation anymore. Her fingers run through the lips of her pussy, and I groan. I notice how her mouth opens, her breath hitching, and her eyes darkening in lust.
“Finger yourself for me,” I mutter.
I hear her next exhale, and I can’t keep from touching myself. With one hand, I tear open my pants and reach in, wrapping it around my cock, letting out a soft grunt as I do. Heat travels straight to my groin as I watch her slip her middle finger in, her pussy swallowing the digit down to the second knuckle and her hips lifting as she does. When she pulls it out, she brings the moisture to her clit, running tight circles around it.
“What are you doing to me?” I grumble, my voice echoing in the small bathroom as I stroke myself.
“You? What about me? This is insane,” she replies, her voice soft and sweet. It occurs to me she’s technically doing this because I’m still blackmailing her, making her do it by threat, but look at her. She’s enjoying it. She loves it, and I think she likes that she has to do it. She likes having the choice taken away because without choice she’s innocent. It’s not her responsibility. She’s doing it because I’m telling her to and I’m letting her have that pleasure.
“Are you touching yourself?” she pants.
“Fuck yeah,” I grunt, pointing the camera to my dick and back up to my face.
“Let me watch,” she says.
Flipping the camera screen, I let her see in the mirror across from me as my fist pumps my dick faster, knowing I need to get back to work any moment.
She lets out a sweet moan as her fingers pick up speed, alternating between fingering herself and rubbing her clit. Her head hangs back on the couch, her legs hanging wide and her back arched in pleasure.
“Everly,” I whisper her name, the sound of it like satin on my lips.
Her heavy hooded gaze, full of lust stares back at me as she watches me stroke myself.
“I’m going to come soon,” she says, a high-pitched cry, and I bite my lip, loving the way her hand picks up speed and her chest stops moving.
“Come for me, baby,” I manage to groan out just as my balls tighten, the head of my cock swelling as my own orgasm rushes to the surface in a hurried chase. I don’t have time to draw this out as much as I wish I could. I have to get back to work, but they can wait another minute for me as I come all over my hand.
Everly moans like she’s gasping for air. Her fingers still on her clit and I stare at the phone, feeling breathless myself. This woman is…unexpected. She’s so fucking intense, insatiable, and unpredictable. I want to push her, press her for more, test her limits, see her reactions. The desire to own her grows stronger every day.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Oh my god,” she says at the same time, and we both seem to wake up from this strange, hazy dream at the same time. She moves the camera away from her body and to her face as she glares wide-eyed at me. “What are you doing to me, Cullen?”
I move to the sink, propping the phone so I can clean myself up. A small dribble of cum landed on my pants. Fucking great.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“I’m serious,” she replies in a low, serious tone. “This isn’t a joke to me. What we’re doing…this could have some dire repercussions for me. Are you just playing with me—"
“You want to talk about dire repercussions, Everly?”
“Tell me why you’re doing this.”
“Doing what?” I snap back.
“Making me act this way.”
The sincerity in her eyes is shrouded in fear. I realize she may be enjoying this chemistry between us, but given the choice, she wouldn’t indulge in what we’re doing. I could let her off the hook right now, see if she’s serious and if she’d still fuck with me even if I wasn’t forcing her to, but I don’t want to take that risk. I’m not done with her yet.
“Because I can,” I spit back through clenched teeth. “Because torturing you is fun for me, and I haven’t even gotten started.”
With that, I hit End Call and throw my phone in my back pocket, quickly washing my hands so I can return back to work. I’m so tempted to go back to her house tonight. Fuck, the temptation is something intense, and I hate how much I have to fight it, but I will. Not because I don’t want to mess with her or fuck her, because I do. I want both of those things so bad. But I’m not going over there because whatever is happening with Everly is consuming me. It’s doing things I didn’t expect, making me feel things I didn’t see coming, like wanting to go to her house just to go there. Just to be around her. That was something I didn’t see coming.
11
Everly
There are random moments during my day where I literally freeze and cringe thinking about what I did with Cullen last night. While making coffee this morning, pouring shampoo on my hand in the shower, parking my car on campus. People greet me in the office of the English building, and I have to force a smile all the while thinking, if they only knew.