His cock, though, is twitching away in his jeans, plenty happy to have my hand rub against it.
“Stay still, quarterback, and just enjoy the ride.” I wink at him.
“Don’t you fucking dare, brat,” he continues to threaten, his eyes scanning around, worried someone will see me take his swollen shaft out of its cage.
“Shh, baby. I know what I’m doing. We’re just two college kids making out in a car. That’s all. Totally innocent.”
“Jerking my cock in your hands is far from just an innocent make-out session.”
“As if you didn’t enjoy it,” I tease, wiggling my skirt up and shifting his hard length to where I need him most.
I slip my thong to the side, and the instant his cock crowns my center, he echoes my hiss, gripping my hips with a strength that will undoubtedly leave bruises on my skin.
“Fuck, but you’re already wet. Jesus!” he stutters, the rasped words sounding strangled in his throat.
I love it when he loses all coherent thought the minute he’s inside me. There is only one thing on his mind when we’re connected—loving me.
Only me. Always me.
My pussy clenches around him as I bounce up and down on his long, hard cock. I grab his hair with the same ferocity as the hold he keeps on me, while he whispers filthy words in my ear, describing in detail the lengths he’ll go to ruin my pussy. It’s already ruined beyond measure, as is my heart.
It will only ever want him. Only him. Always him.
I maintain my frantic tempo, his hands helping to keep me steady, no longer concerned with the lack of privacy. Finn keeps thrusting inside me, satiating my body, while the words of love he utters have the same effect on my soul.
“This. I’ll never get over this.”
“You are so fucking beautiful while riding me.”
“Fuck, I could live inside this pussy.”
“God, I love you, Stone.”
“I fucking love you so much that it physically hurts not to be inside you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
And with his words and promises singing in my ear, his mouth eating up my cries, I cum with my heart leaping out of my chest, begging refuge next to his. As I fall off the precipice, Finn follows me over, never wanting to leave my side.
Inside the scented mist of sex and sweet surrender, our hearts begin to slow down their erratic pace, giving me the energy to go for one more kiss.
‘I love you,’ my heart resonates.
Finn kisses me back, his smile ten miles wide, hugging me to him as if I’m the most precious thing he has in this world.
‘I know,’ his broad smile echoes.
However, his desperate kiss says something entirely different, making my cautious heart leap back into my chest, whispering that it isn’t safe.
I realize that his kiss is an apology. For what, I do not know.
“Miss Bennett, can I speak with you for a moment?” Professor Harper requests as the class ends and everyone begins packing up their book bags.
Damn it.
She’s probably going to give me a hard time for coming in late again. Harper is a stickler for the rules, and she doesn’t bend them for anyone. I sure as shit can’t tell her the reason for my lateness, now can I?
I take the stairs down to the auditorium floor, mentally preparing my speech.
“I’m sorry I was late, professor. It won’t happen again,” I promise before she has time to reprimand me for it.
“This doesn’t have anything to do with your tardiness, Miss Bennett. Although, I would appreciate it if you refrained from coming late to my class.”
“Promise,” I vow, crossing a finger over my heart in a playful manner, leaving her utterly unamused by my gesture.
In fact, her usually stunning features are tarnished and have been replaced by a strict and severe look, which is rather unsettling. She’s been nothing but kind to me, which is saying a lot since she usually keeps a cold barrier between her and the students.
However, Professor Harper’s precaution is understandable since she’s considered to be one of the hottest teachers on campus. With her leather skirts and dark, black-framed glasses, she’s a mixture of naughty librarian and dominatrix. It’s no surprise most of Richfield has a hard-on for the professor, and if I batted for the other team, I’d probably want to take a swing at her, too.
So, to keep assholes at bay, she usually has a no-nonsense demeanor about her, leaving very little leeway for any of her students to get any funny ideas. And believe me, they do. I’ve seen plenty of male students trying to seduce her, and not because they want her to up their grade. Sharing her bed is reward enough for the horndogs.
Despite her cold front, she has never been that way with me. In fact, since my freshman year at this university, she’s been more like a counselor, always ready to help me with my academic endeavors. So her looking at me with an accusing and disappointed stare is making me nervous.
“Professor Harper, what’s wrong?”
“You tell me?” she quips back, just as harshly as she looks.
My face must show puzzlement because she leans against her desk, letting out a long exhale.
“You didn’t tell me you changed your mind about New York, Stone. Frankly, I’m disappointed you made the decision without coming to me to hash out your doubts about leaving Ashville.”
The hell?
“Ms. Harper, don’t take this the wrong way, but what the hell are you talking about?”
She raises her brow and crosses her arms over her chest, disapprovingly.
“No need to be coy with me, Stone. My friend at Watkins & Ellis already called me and told me you turned down the job.”
“I did what?!” I shout, almost spitting in her pretty, framed, cat-like glasses.
“You turned down the job in New York, so I assume pulled your candidacy for the scholarship at Columbia University as well,” she states, her confusion just as fierce as my own.
“Professor Harper, I don’t know who you are getting your intel from, but I did no such thing!” I choke out, but as I witness her unwavering confidence to the ludicrous statement, I begin to feel like my insides are about to explode.
The air around me starts to get heavy, leaving me struggling to get oxygen into my burning lungs. I start to hyperventilate, placing my hands on the edge of the desk to keep my head from spinning.
What the fuck is happening?
“Do you need some water? Are you alright, Stone?” I seem to hear her faint voice ask, but I’m unsure since her last words are still a jumbled mess in my head.
As I feel her gentle hand rub my back with no immediate relief, I slowly start losing my mind.
“Stone, tell me what you need?”
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to get my shit together and prevent a total freak-out in front of my teacher.
“I need answers, Professor Harper. That’s what I need.” I seethe through gritted teeth, my anger already taking hold of me. I straighten my back and looking the troubled professor in the eye, I say, “I have to go and make this right.”