Fuck, I miss Skyler.
The thought hits me like a ton of bricks every time I think about her. I’ve been actively trying to avoid her and it’s been working out well. I don’t go to the quad, ever, and she deleted her Instagram so I’m not staring at it for several hours a day like I was in the beginning. I’ve only driven by her place once…well, twice. But I hadn’t seen her. I was holding somewhat strong, and then she walked into my class and I almost risked everything. The words were sitting on the tip of my tongue.
Everyone out, except you, I was going to say as I pointed at Skyler.
I had an inkling she had written something on her quiz and I had a moment of happiness that she also missed me. But it was quickly replaced by the fact that nothing mattered. It doesn’t matter that I miss Skyler or that she misses me. I can’t have her.
And then as I read her words for what feels like the hundredth time in an hour, it hits me. It does matter. Skyler’s feelings matter a great deal to me. I love her and I’m not letting her get away.
But there is something I need to do before I could go after her.
It’s the evening before Thanksgiving break when my computer beeps with the sound of an incoming email.
Dr. Reed,
We are thrilled that you’ve decided to join the team. Pending a background check, we look forward to seeing you in the spring.
Dr. Richard Matthews
Dean of Brookdale University School of Law
My heart lurches forward, grateful that my mentor pulled in the favors of his life to get me an accelerated phone interview at one of the top law schools in D.C. My fingers itch to call Skyler to tell her the good news. That this is the end. That we can be together the second the semester is over, but I need to see her face. I need to tell her in person so we can consummate properly. So she would know that I have no plans of ever letting her go again. That I’m all in.
I hit send on my resignation that I’ve drafted up days ago to both Human Resources and Dr. Hendricks before printing out a copy that I will be sliding into their mailboxes tomorrow, complete with my signature.
After winter break, I’m out.
I’m in my office packing up to head home for Thanksgiving break when there’s a knock on my door. “Door’s open.” I know it can’t possibly be a student, as I told them that one on one office hours were over. Not to mention, I don’t know a student alive that isn’t high-tailing it home for break this Friday afternoon. We are one of the few schools that don’t have class at all during Thanksgiving week, giving students a nine-day break.
“Dr. Reed,” I hear from the door and I look up to see Dr. Hendricks standing in the frame, his eyeglasses atop his head and his arms crossed against his sweater vest, “heading home?”
“Yep.” Thanksgiving is huge in the Reed family. Relatives come from all over; my parents host every year. Christmas is more low-key, especially since neither my sister or I have kids, but Thanksgiving is a huge ordeal.
“I got your email.”
I nod. “I left a hard copy in your inbox.”
“You weren’t happy here, son?” He slides his hands into his pockets, and if I didn’t know any better I would say he feels bad about it.
I shoot him a look and shake my head. “It wasn’t that, necessarily.”
“Aidan,” he takes a step into my office and closes the door behind him, “off the record.”
“Off the record?” I contemplate telling him the truth, but I remember I still have another month. “I just don’t think this is the right fit for me.”
“Does this have to do with a student?”
“No,” I answer immediately. Skyler is so much more than just my student. Hell, I wouldn’t call her my student at all. She taught me more than I ever taught her. “The students are great.”
He looks at me for a minute like he’s trying to read me, and I hope I don’t give anything away. “Well, I wish you the best, Doctor Reed, and please let me know if you need a recommendation in the future. You are a great teacher.”
“I appreciate that.” Not that I need it.
“Enjoy your break.”
“Same to you, Doctor Hendricks.”
The drive to Connecticut is slightly shorter than the one to Massachusetts, but not by much. By the time I make it to Connecticut, it’s late and I’m exhausted. My plans to see Skyler tonight changed due to sitting in traffic two separate times on the drive. Now, it’s close to ten and I don’t think that showing up at their house this late is the way to get on Preston Mitchell’s good side.
Hi sir, I’m in love with your daughter and I want to marry her. Oh also, I’m her teacher for the next month.
I begin to regret the trek I made here. My only thoughts were getting to Skyler, so the thought had escaped me that perhaps her parents wouldn’t be too thrilled. That they won’t be on board with the age difference. I pull into a shopping center for some gas and a Red Bull when something behind it catches my eye. I don’t know where I’ve seen it before but I know that I recognize it.
Greenwich Artistry.
I pull out my phone and am grateful I’d had the oversight to screenshot a few pictures from Skyler’s Instagram before she deleted it. I find the picture of her tattoo and notice the Geotag.
That’s where she got her tattoo.
I pull out of the station and into the parking lot, and I’m surprised that it’s still open. I open the door and am stunned at how quiet it is. I’d been to a few tattoo parlors in my day, when Chace got his and even once with my sister, Beth, who had at least ten at this point.
I don’t have anything against them. I just never had something that I cared enough about to get permanently etched on my body. Nothing that was so much ingrained in my DNA that I felt the need to have it ingrained in my skin as well.
Until Skyler.
“Honey, we are about to close up for the night,” an older woman who looks like she should run a bakery or a florist or a daycare enters the room. There isn’t a tattoo in sight and her hair is pulled back into a low bun. She has pearl studs in both ears as well as a string of them around her neck.
I guess I really am in Connecticut.
“Right…do you think you have time for one more?”
“What were you thinking, handsome?” She crosses her arms and pulls her glasses out of her pants pocket before sliding them on her face. “And where?”
“Maybe a few words? On my arm?” I ask. “Or here, maybe?” I point to my side and trail my hand down my ribs. I had never considered a tattoo, and now here I am impulsively deciding to get one.
“This is a popular place for the guys. What do you want it to say?”
Ten minutes later, underneath a bandage and the promise to not get it wet for at least forty-eight hours, I’m back in my car.
I look at the photo that I’d asked her to take for me and I smile.
Amor Vincit Omnia.
Love Conquers All.
I love Skyler. I’d broken all the rules to be with her, and then I’d broken us both by ending it. But in the end, our love could overcome any obstacle.
I pull into a quaint hotel, remembering once again that I’m in Connecticut. I barely make it through the “orientation,” my eyes fighting to close with the tour of each room of the bed and breakfast. I just hope to God that her parents are welcoming and allow me to stay with them, because I am not about to stay in this Alice in Wonderland themed acid trip longer than one night.
Unless of course, Skyler stays here with me. My cock springs to life thinking about our reunion. I hadn’t been inside of her in almost four weeks and my body has noticed. I have a month’s worth of tension that I need to release inside of her. I look down at my phone to see if Skyler has emailed me back after the email I sent letting her know that she’d gotten an A on the quiz. I hope she understands that I saw her message as well. Our emails are monitored, so I can’t very well say that I miss her too. I just hope that she read between the lines.
I don’t even bother to take off my clothes after kicking off my shoes before my eyes flutter closed and sleep takes me.
Tomorrow, I get my girl back.
I pull into the driveway of the large Colonial mansion where Skyler lives. I assumed that she was well off when everyone went on and on about her father, but I wasn’t expecting this level of wealth. The driveway is long and paved with grey stone, lined with flowers all the way up to the house. I notice two garages off to the side that have two Audis, a Maserati and a Benz. On the other side of the house, I see a smaller house with two other cars, one of which I recognize—Skyler’s BMW—and I wonder if she stays in the guest house. I step out of my car, wishing that I’d brought flowers or something. I’ve been anxious all morning, for a reason I’m not sure of. Do I think she’ll turn me down? Tell me that she’s come to her senses and she’s over me? Is she over me?
I make my way up the steps taking them two at a time. I let out a deep breath and raise my hand to knock when the door flies open and I’m staring at Skyler’s face. Just…different.
“Holy shit.” Her hair is longer and darker and she has thick-rimmed square glasses that sit in front of hazel eyes, versus Skyler’s dark brown ones.
“Well, I guess there’s no question that I have the right house.” I chuckle as I assume I’m looking at Serena, Skyler’s older sister. “I assume you’re Serena?”
“And you’re the teacher.” She raises her eyebrows and a smile finds her lips.
“She told you about me?”
She nods and motions me inside. “I can’t believe you’re here. She’s going to freak.”
I let out a breath. If she told her sister, that means she must still want me, right? I know her relationship with her sister is weird, but I also know she’s still honest with her. “How is she?”
She purses her lips and leads me into the kitchen. “She misses you.”
“I—” I start when another woman enters the room and I freeze, gathering that this must be Skyler’s mother. Warm brown eyes meet mine and a smile pulls at the corner of her mouth as she looks me over.
“Oh. Hello. I didn’t realize we had company. Rena, you can’t give me any notice? I would have made a lasagna. Sinceramente, Bella.” Honestly, Bella.
“She calls you both Bella?” I ask Serena. She scoffs and puts a hand up.
“I was Bella, first. I’m the original Bella.” She turns to her Mother. “I didn’t know he was coming, Mama. He’s here for Skyyyyyyler.” She hops on the marble counter and swings her legs like she’s ready to watch a show.
Skyler’s mother furrows her brow and looks up at me. “Oh mio!” Oh my! She puts a hand over her chest. “E’vecchio.” He’s old. I swallow, understanding what she said, and decide now might be the time, to let them know I understand Italian.
“È un piacere conoscerla, signora.” It’s nice to meet you, ma’am. I hold my hand out for hers. Her eyes widen as she extends her hand to me and I kiss it. As soon as I let it go, she wraps her arms around me.
“Oh dio mio, lui è Italiano” Oh my God, he’s Italian!
“Right, so stop talking about him,” Serena laughs as Mrs. Mitchell lets me go.
“I’m not Italian, I just found the language fascinating, so I took it in high school and college and studied abroad in Italy in college.”
She looks at me like I’ve just told her the secrets of the universe. “Wow. Well, sit sit, are you hungry?”
“No…well, I…” I look from where she appeared from, wondering where the other Mitchell lady is.
“She’s on a run,” Serena answers, as if she can hear my thoughts. “She always runs when she’s…not herself,” she tells me and Mrs. Mitchell gives me a look.
“Are you why my daughter is not…herself?” She looks at me. “You hurt my Bella?”
My heart bangs in my chest. “Not…not in the way you’re thinking,” I tell her. Serena gives me a look that her mother misses and shakes her head. Right, so she doesn’t know the details.
“Do you love her?” her mother asks.
“Yes.”
“Do you live in D.C.? Do…do you go to CGU?” I can hear the sentiment behind her words. I understand people go back to school later in life all the time. But something tells me that’s not this story.
Our conversation is halted by a door opening and closing and footsteps coming closer to the kitchen. We are all quiet as Skyler’s sister and mom stare at me, and we all wait for Skyler to enter the room. I hear her getting closer, and then she’s walking through the entryway, but her eyes are fixed on her phone with her headphones in her ear. The kitchen is large and wide and somehow she hasn’t noticed that we’re all staring at her. She looks up and sees her mom first and she pulls her headphones out. “What? Sorry, did you say something?”
“Come on, Mama. Let’s give them some privacy.” Her eyes dart to me and Skyler follows her gaze, dropping her phone with a yelp.
“Holy fu—” Her eyes are wide and her mouth ajar in shock.
“Language, Bella,” her mother says as Serena ushers her out.
“Ai—Aidan? What are you doing here? In Connecticut…in my kitchen?” She looks around and now that her eyes are on me and we are alone in the room, I can take the time to note her delicious workout gear. Tight leggings squeeze her legs and a tiny lime green sports bra covers her perky tits. Her hair is pulled up into a bun, but several strands have escaped and her skin is glistening with sweat. My cock wakes up, seeing her so close and breathing in her scent. She must see the look I’m giving her because she bites her lip. “Aidan, stop looking at me like that.”
“Why?” I take a step towards her. “I think we’ve been over that you are mine. Do you need a reminder?”
“I…I didn’t…” Her voice falters and I take another step towards her, wrapping my hand around her and pulling her into my arms.
“You are mine. Skyler. Forever.” I rub her cheek as the tears well in her eyes. “Sei il grande amore della mia vita.” You are the love of my life. “And I don’t want to live without you in it anymore.”
“Aidan, but…”
“Tell me you feel the same,” I ask her. “Tell me your feelings haven’t changed.” I pull her hand towards me and hold it to my cheek before I press a kiss to her palm.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she cries. “You know we can’t. It’s not fair for you to dangle this in front of me. And then what after Thanksgiving? We go back to the way things were?” The tears are flying down her face and I can’t wait until I can kiss them away.
“We can, Skyler.” I cup her face and wipe the tears from under her eyes. “I resigned from CGU.”
“Wh—what?” Her eyes are as wide as saucers.
“I quit. I’m finishing out the semester and then I’m done. I won’t be there in the spring.”
“Wait…you quit…for me?”
“I can’t think of a better reason.”
“But…where will you go? Back to Boston?”
I can’t leave you, baby. “No. I got another teaching job in D.C. I called in a few favors. I’m going to teach at Brookdale Law School.”
“Oh my God.” She puts a hand over her mouth and stares up at me. “This is real…”
“Baby, it was never not real,” I tell her as I wrap my arms around her.
“But…we can be together?”
“Forever, I hope,” I whisper against her lips and she gasps, granting me access to her mouth. My tongue darts out in search of hers and she meets it with equal urgency, needing me as desperately as I need her.
“Aidan…” she whimpers as I lift her into my arms and sit at the table in her kitchen. She straddles me instantly, rubbing against me and mewling like a cat in heat. I release her mouth after what feels like forever and find her chest, licking her skin clean of the sweat that coats her.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” I whisper against her.
“I love you so much. Promise me, we’ll never be apart again,” she begs. I bite her nipple through her sports bra before pulling the material down slightly and pressing my lips to the skin to soothe the sting.
“Never. These few weeks were rough. I missed you every day, princess.”
“Me too.” She rubs her nose against mine. “I thought about you all the time.” She blinks the tears from her eyes. “Come shower with me.”
“In your parent’s house, while your sister and your mother are up walking around? Think again, Sky.” As much as the idea of being in an enclosed space with a naked and wet Skyler appeals to me, I value my life a bit more than that. God knows where her father is.
She furrows her brow as she thinks of an alternative. I’m just about to mention that we can go to my hotel when her eyes light up. “We can go to the guest house. It’s where Serena lives.”
“Your sister?”
“It’ll be fine. Trust me.”
I remember the fresh ink that still can’t get wet. “Well, maybe I can just watch you shower.”
“You don’t want to join me? Aidan, we’re going to fuck in the shower. I just want to get clean first,” she says sarcastically, like I don’t know that’s where she was going with her plan.
“No, I know. I just…I can’t shower at the moment.”
“Oh…kay? Why?”
“I uhh…I got a tattoo.” I find myself hoping that she likes it. That it turns her on as much as hers turns me on.
She gasps and looks me over from head to toe, like she missed it. “Where? What? When?”
“My ribcage and last night. I went to Greenwich Artistry.”
Her lips form an ‘o’ shape and she smiles. “That’s where I got mine!”
“I know.” I kiss her hand and help her to her feet so I can show her.
“I didn’t know you wanted a tattoo?”
“I didn’t know a lot of things about myself until I met you.” I lift my shirt and motion for her to lift the bandage.
“Love conquers all,” she says softly as she traces the perimeter of the ink with her fingertip. “It’s in Italian.”
“You don’t miss a thing.” I chuckle and she looks up at me, clearly ignoring my sarcasm.
“Because…of me?”
“You know they say that getting your partner’s name on you is bad luck…so I decided against that. But I thought…I wanted something that made me think of you. And us. Falling in love with you was so completely out of my control. I never saw you coming.” I brush a strand of hair from her face. “And now I can’t picture my life without you.”
“Aidan…” she chokes out. “I love it. I love you!” She presses a kiss to the skin just under the tattoo before I let my shirt down.
“I love you too, Skyler,” I whisper in her ear as she wraps her arms around me. We hold each other for a little longer, just soaking in the feeling of being together again for the first time in a month.
“Well, you can watch me shower if you want. I give it thirty seconds before you crack.” She winks.
I don’t necessarily have to creep down the hallway, as her bedroom is on the opposite side of the house as her parents’ bedroom, but it doesn’t stop me from being as quiet as I can. Her father, who is out of town, is flying back early in the morning upon hearing about Skyler’s new boyfriend who was caught “feeling up my baby in the kitchen!” Skyler assured me that she had her father wrapped around her finger and not to worry, but… I’m worried.
I’m scared shitless.
The plan for the shower show that I was supposed to get never happened after Serena and her mother intercepted us as we tried to leave. Then, we tried to sneak away to have a quickie in my Jeep, or go to my hotel but Skyler’s mother proved to be quite the cockblock. It was one of those times that I forgot that Skyler was only nineteen, and maybe her mother wasn’t quite ready to be privy to her daughter having sex.
That is how I got here, creeping down the hallway to Skyler’s room so I can finally reunite with my girlfriend properly. I slide into Skyler’s room to find her sitting up with the largest smile on her face. She’s off the bed before the door is even fully shut with her legs completely wrapped around me. “Oh my God, finally!” she whispers in my ear and kisses the space there, dragging her teeth over my neck. I don’t get a good look at her, only enough to know that she’s completely naked and I grip her butt as I carry her to her bed.
“Fuck. I can’t wait to get inside of you, baby,” I growl in her ear. “Can you be quiet, princess? I promise when we get back to D.C. you can be as loud as you want, but tonight you have to be quiet, okay?”
“Yes. Yes, I promise I’ll be quiet, just touch me.” She moves out of my arms and lies in the center of her bed, her legs completely spread, and opens her sex for me. I scan her body as I shed my clothes at rapid speed.
“Fuck. I missed you,” I tell her while I move onto the bed with her. My lips start at her left ankle, and I drag them up her leg. She mewls and raises her hips towards my mouth. I do the same on her other leg, not touching the space we both need.
“Aidan, fuck. Kiss me.”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please,” she grits out. “Please. I’ve missed you so much.”
“You have no idea. I’ve been dreaming about this perfect pussy for weeks. Salivating for the taste of you. Fuck. I am going to suck you dry, Skyler.”
“Oh God!” She puts a pillow over her face to muffle her moans just as I make the final descent over her sweet center. I don’t hesitate another second before my mouth is at the apex of her thighs, my tongue swirling around her precious cunt while her legs quake under the force. The hair on her pussy tickles my lips and I welcome the feeling that I haven’t had in weeks. I thought I wanted to take my time, tease and torture her until she begs for release, but the second her flavors hit my tongue, I know I need her orgasm. I need to drink from her. I need her to drench my face.
My hands reach under her bottom and I grip her cheeks hard as I ravage her pussy like it’s my last meal. I know firsthand that she loves when I eat her this way. Not soft languid strokes, but rough rapid ones where I don’t think about coming up for air. The times I completely immerse myself in her. Her essence, her juices, her. I eat her with an intensity that has her shuddering almost instantly, and then I keep going. Kissing and licking her through the violent orgasm that rips her apart. Her clit pulses under my tongue but I don’t stop, knowing I won’t be sated until I feel it at least two more times.
And then I’ll fuck her with my cock.
I press my fingers inside of her, hooking around that spot that I’d only been able to find on her. It’s like I’m programmed to know exactly what she likes. To know how to make her body hum and sizzle and come alive. It’s like only I have the manual to Skyler’s body and I’ve spent years memorizing it.
“Aidan,” she whines, and I know she’s building after the orgasm she’d just whimpered through. She knows what’s in store for her. “More…more…” She pulls at my hair, but simultaneously pushes me deeper inside of her. I nip at her clit with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth, and I’m greeted with an explosion of flavors flooding my mouth.
“Oh my God.” She clamps down around my head and shudders over and over as she climaxes.
Fuck. I love when she squirts. I groan, savoring her taste in my mouth and drinking her from the fountain that flows from this violent orgasm. I suck down everything her body offers before I pull back and stare at the redness forming across her pussy. I kiss her pubic bone, the top of her mound and the space on her thighs closest to her pussy. I lift her pelvis and kiss the space just below her anus and trail kisses back up until I’m back at her clit. “Again, baby?”
“No…your dick. I need you inside of me.” She removes the pillow, and her eyes are trained on me as she tweaks her nipples. Fuck, I want to suck on them.
I oblige her request and slide inside her pussy. I’m instantly hit with the feeling that I’m ready to come. “Fuck, Sky. It’s too much. You’re too tight and it’s been too long and…” The feeling snakes down my spine making me shiver and every hair stands up on end. I can’t even thrust again knowing that I’ll come the second I feel the friction of her walls rubbing against my cock.
“Baby, I’ve already come twice. It’s your turn.” My arms begin to shake with the force of the impending orgasm and I prepare myself to let go.
“I shouldn’t come inside you,” I tell her as I begin to thrust again.
“Yes, you should,” she murmurs and she squeezes down on me to confirm her thoughts.
“Skyler…” I groan as I push in and out of her. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling my dick harden more with every stroke. She shudders underneath me and I can tell her orgasm is building within. I feel her toes pointing and flexing every few thrusts and I know that means she’s nearing the edge. I pull her to sit up in my lap so she can bounce on my cock and also so my lips can suck on her nipples. “Come for me, baby.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and presses my face to her chest. “Fuck…I’m right…there.” She sinks her nails into my shoulders. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh FUCK,” she says a little too loud, but I can’t be bothered to care when she’s soaking my dick with her cunt. “I love you so much,” she repeats over and over as she comes down from her high. And within seconds, her words coupled with her orgasm triggers my own and I begin pumping into her, rope after rope of thick cum deep into her womb. The thoughts of pulling out have been completely forgotten.
Fuck.
I’ll be shocked if she’s not pregnant by the end of first semester.