“Fuck.” I toss my phone on my bed as I scramble to finish getting ready for class. I’d put off messaging him all day yesterday, knowing I’d needed to figure out just what he was teaching, but I was too much of a chicken to do it. I pull on my gray leather jacket over a white t-shirt and slide my sunglasses into my hair. I slip my feet into flats and do a spin in the mirror, taking in my outfit. I look down at my bare legs, extending from a black mini-skirt, and I am pleased that I still have a good tan.
There’s a knock at my door and I call towards it. “It’s open, Peyton!” I’d offered to drive her to campus today because one, I didn’t know exactly where to go or where to park, and two, Peyton had actually grown on me.
“I brought coffee!” Oh, and she offered to bring coffee. “Even though I believe it was you, Bella, that was supposed to bring me coffee for getting you some hot sex with Boston Hottie!” She shoots me a look as she hands me a cup of the steaming liquid that I pray will make me feel better.
I ignore her comment, because right now despite the hot sex I had, I could strangle her for getting me into my current predicament. “He’s a fucking Criminal Justice professor. I’m going to have him as a professor, I just know it!” I shriek as soon as she enters my bedroom.
“Well, isn’t this just a comedy of errors?” Peyton shakes her head and plops down on my bed, pressing the paper cup to her lips as she stifles a giggle.
“Peyton, this isn’t funny. He is going to fucking lose it. Why did I listen to you about changing my age?! He wouldn’t have paid me a second look if he knew I was nineteen.”
“What makes you think that? You’re hot, Sky. Like really hot. AND guys like younger girls. The closer you are to jailbait the better.” She points at me.
I scrunch my nose and shake my head. “Aidan isn’t like that.”
“Oh, and you know that because of all the time he spent inside of you? You’re right, Sky, he fucked a girl he just met on the first night, on his first weekend in a new city, from an app he joined for the sole purpose of casual sex…” She gives me a thumbs-up. “He really gives a fuck that you lied about your age.”
“He’s going to care when I show up in his class!”
“Then you transfer out.” She rolls her eyes and blows her hair from her eyes. “You’re being really dramatic, and I haven’t finished this cup yet.”
“I’m going to shit my pants if I have him as a teacher.”
“Don’t you have like a schedule or something?” I hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice. “Why don’t you just check?”
“Brilliant! But I don’t know his last name.” I grab my schedule from my bag.
“His first name should still be on there.” I sit on my bed scanning my schedule and I breathe a sigh of relief when I don’t see Aidan listed anywhere on my schedule. “See you’re panicking for nothing. So, he’s teaching in your major but it doesn’t mean you’ll have him.”
“You’re right, and I’ll tell him tonight at dinner. And if he hates me and never wants to see me again, at least I can rest assured that I won’t have to face him every day.”
“Exactly. Now, come on, the parking lot is a traffic jam in the mornings.”
I’d gotten through two classes already, my heart pounding out of my chest through the first ten minutes of each just waiting for Aidan to manifest. By noon, I was starting to calm down, knowing that, one, I’d be getting lunch with Peyton soon, and two, I might make it through the day without any run-ins. I’ve even opted for a seat in the second row of the sixty person lecture. In the other two classes, I’d sat in the back, something I hated, but I was so worried he’d show up, I knew I needed an escape method, or at least to be able to hide behind someone tall. But I prefer to sit in the front. I’m not thrilled about being back in school, but I’ll admit I was a teacher’s pet. A girl sits next to me, dropping her bag on the floor and begins to fluff her red wavy hair in a compact mirror. “So, what do you think he’ll look like?”
I look around wondering who she’s talking to. “I beg your pardon?”
“The new professor. I hear he’s gorgeous.”
“Wh—what?”
“There’s a change in the syllabus, didn’t you get the email last week?” She doesn’t look at me, as she has now taken out a tube of lipstick and has begun reapplying.
“Umm… no? I mean…I don’t think so? I was having an issue with my emails until this morning.” My heart begins to race in my chest. I was almost home free. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Ah, well the initial professor had a conflict in the schedule or his wife had a baby or something. Anyway, we have a new professor.”
My heart races at her words. “And…”
“And word on the street is he’s gorgeous. Like, total babe.”
“Do…do you know his name?”
“Ummm, I’m blanking.” She pulls her phone out. “I’m Lily.”
“Sk—Skyler,” I stutter, my body slowly shutting down as it braces for impact. Oh my God. Oh my God. I turn around in the class and notice that the seats are all starting to fill up. Maybe I should just leave before he gets here. I start to stand when the door opens and the object of my fantasies for the past day and a half comes strutting into the room looking even better than he did on Saturday. I immediately plant myself back in my seat just as I hear a “hot as fuck” fall from Lily’s lips.
I put a hand over my eyes and turn away from him as much as I can. You gonna hide for fifty minutes, Sky?
The class is set up like an atrium, with each row of seats slightly higher than the one in front of it, and I’m grateful to be more off to the side so I’m not in his direct line of sight.
“Good afternoon everyone, I’m Doctor Aidan Reed and this is Social Justice 101. I realize that there’s a slight difference in the syllabus, but I do believe that everyone should have received the email that Professor Billings would not be your teacher this semester. If that serves to be a problem for anyone, please come talk to me. I promise, I’m a really nice guy. And I’ll probably let you turn your final in a day late.” He chuckles and everyone in the class cheers. Except me. I’m sweating in my seat, actual beads of sweat form on my forehead, and I still haven’t looked at him. Even now, I can’t even enjoy the fact that the best sex of my life is within twenty feet of me.
“I don’t really have many rules. Be on time. Eating is fine. Computers are fine. Just be respectful of the people around you. Wherever you’ve chosen to sit is your seat for the semester so I hope you’re comfortable. I’m passing around a seating chart that I’ll pass around at the start of every class. Now, frankly, I don’t care if you come to class or not, but if you choose to come, there’s something in it for you. If you attend every class you can get up to five extra credit points at the end of the semester. Those points fluctuate if you miss a class.”
Great. No skipping.
“God, he’s hot, right?” Lily whispers and I don’t respond. God girl, hush! Don’t draw his attention over here. “I mean I’ve never had a hot teacher…do you think, he’ll offer office hours?” Back off bitch, my subconscious perks up.
Not fucking now! Aren’t I in enough trouble?
I still haven’t looked at her or even towards Aidan and my eyes are now screwed shut, willing the fifty minutes by faster.
“Do you have a question, miss?” Fuck. Don’t look. Do not look.
“Oh. Umm no. Sorry,” I hear Lily squeak out. You just couldn’t shut the fuck up.
“How about you, miss, trying to pretend she doesn’t know I’m talking to her.” He chuckles and the entire class snickers. My face flushes bright red as I prepare to meet my fate. I turn slightly, and when my eyes meet his, I have a flash of Saturday night. Writhing underneath him, screaming his name into the dark room. His mouth on me, his cock inside of me, his lips on mine. He must be having the same thoughts because his eyes widen and his mouth drops open though he recovers rather quickly, averting his gaze from mine. “Right, well, if no one has any questions, then we can proceed.”
For the next fifty minutes, time actually stands still. The second the minute ticks to twelve fifty I want nothing more than to haul ass out of there, but I know I need to face Aidan. Without prying eyes. I stay seated and wait as my classmates file out. I watch as Lily and a few other girls wait in line to talk to him. I cross my arms, watching as they shamelessly flirt with him while I seethe. If I can’t have him, you certainly can’t. Stop embarrassing yourself.
After ten minutes of watching this fucking charade, and ignoring two of Peyton’s phone calls and texts wondering if I had gotten lost on the way to the quad for lunch, I get up, pull my sunglasses over my eyes and proceed to strut past Doctor Reed and his groupies.
Am I fucking jealous? Do I really crave his attention that bad? When I was hoping to avoid it for most of the morning?
I’ve barely taken two steps out of the classroom, a sigh of relief leaving my lips, when I feel a hand wrap around my elbow and I’m being pulled hard through the halls. “Ai—Doctor Reed…” I say as I struggle, yet again, to keep up with his strides. He doesn’t say anything for the entire walk, down one hall and then down another. I watch as he puts his key in a door and then I’m being pushed inside and he slams it behind us. I realize as he flicks the lights on that we’re in his office and I suddenly feel claustrophobic, enclosed in this small space with this man and our raging hormones.
Well, maybe just mine.
He might have something else raging.
“WHAT THE FUCK, SKYLER!?” he booms and I shake slightly at his tone.
I run through a bunch of scenarios in my head, trying to figure out what the best course of action is before I turn around and face him, pulling my sunglasses from my face and sliding them into my bag.
Cry.
Seduce him.
Yell.
Blame him.
Play dumb.
All of the above?
I turn around and wince slightly. “Okay, you’re pissed. Umm…but, well, see…” I don’t say anything for a moment and when I meet his gaze, I can see the fury softening.
“Tell me you’re at least eighteen.” I can sense the panic in his voice and I’m happy I can at least ease those fears.
“Yes!” I say quickly. “I’m nineteen. I took a year off after high school, I told you.”
“Oh. You told me? You told me a lot of things. Glad to know you can tell the truth about some things.” He shakes his head. “You said you were a grad student. And TWENTY-TWO. How the fuck did you even get into that bar?”
I cock my head to the side as if to say, what do you think?
“God, I fucked a girl that still has to use a fake ID. Christ, Skyler, I’m thirty fucking two. And your TEACHER.”
“Well, you see…we didn’t know that exactly at the time.” I trail off. Right because that’s the point. I give him my most innocent smile.
“Don’t be fucking cute. Now is really not the fucking time.” He growls as he slams his hand on his desk.
“I’m sorry!”
“For being a liar or what?” he snaps and I have to admit his words sting, but I have nothing to say for myself. I mean, he’s right, I lied.
“Aidan…”
“Doctor Reed. I’m your teacher, Skyler.”
“Girls lie about their age all the time and I just…I didn’t know…” I trail off. I’m grasping at straws and I actually don’t have an argument. “I really am sorry. But it’s no harm, I’ll just transfer out of your class.”
“All of the other social justice classes are full this semester.” He sits at his desk and rubs a hand through his hair. “It’s good that I learned this now, anyway. Even if you weren’t my student, I couldn’t be with someone who just lied straight to my face.”
“I didn’t…we didn’t really talk about what we were doing here…”
“You led me to believe you were a twenty-two year old grad student, Skyler. Don’t bullshit me. You lied by omission. Actually, fuck omission. You flat out lied. And I don’t date liars. So, you’re dismissed.”
His words eviscerate me. I had never been called a liar before and it crushes me, even if it is the truth. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. You need to go.”
“You can’t talk to me like that. I get it, you’re pissed, but you’re being a dick.”
“Yeah, and if you don’t want me to fail you, I suggest you go.” He rubs his hand over his face and points toward the door behind me.
“If you think I won’t go way the fuck over your head, you have another thing coming. I’m the biggest legacy of this fucking school. The Chancellor is my Godfather for crying out loud.”
He snorts. “Of course he is, princess.”
I flex my fists, trying my hardest not to cry, or hit him, or both. Tears lodge in the back of my throat as I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. “Listen, I’m sorry that we’re in this mess, but being an asshole to me isn’t helping. So, how about you actually come up with something that’s actually helpful instead of insulting me.”
“I already advised you to go.”
He’s not looking at me, his eyes are focused on his computer as he pulls at his hair. “Fine. Don’t expect me in class on Wednesday. You can take those five points and shove them up your ass,” I snap.
I turn around and open the door when a hand darts out in my periphery, slamming it closed. I hear his heavy breathing right behind me and his hand still rests on the door before I watch it ball into a fist. “Skyler,” he whispers and his voice is pained, not angry like he’s been for this entire conversation.
I swallow, feeling the tension crackle between us as I turn around and stare up into his blue eyes that are showing a wide range of emotions. For a moment, it’s as if time stops. We’re only staring at each other, our eyes having a silent conversation that I’m not sure I even understood. But then my hands are on his belt and his hands are in my hair, his lips on mine, kissing, biting, sucking, licking. And just like that, a flood of different emotions come rushing back. His hands cup my cheeks as his tongue invades my mouth and I’m reminded how good he tastes. He pulls away only to find the space behind my ear that he’d discovered makes me weak. My knees buckle, but he holds me up before he lifts me into his arms pressing me hard against the door. Large hands grope my breasts and a guttural moan leaves my lips.
Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he whispers in my ear as I feel his hands drop to my butt and he drives his cock against me. “Take it out, Skyler,” he growls. “Take it out so I can fuck you.” I do as he says, sending his slacks down his legs and pulling his cock out of his briefs.
God, it’s more perfect than I remembered! “Aidan,” I whimper.
“Hold on, baby.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he pulls my underwear from under my skirt with one loud rip.
I watch as they fall to the floor and within a second he’s inside of me. “FUCK.” He starts to fuck me relentlessly, harder and faster than he did on Saturday.
“Oh my God!” I cry, my clit already tingling as I prepare for my release when he freezes. My eyes fly open and I meet his gaze.
“Condom,” he says through gritted teeth and I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me.
“Pill,” I answer.
“You’re on it?” he asks and I nod. “What the fuck for?” he barks, and I shoot him a look that says who the fuck do you think you are?
“I mean…” He looks around the room before turning back to me. His eyes are squeezed shut almost painfully “Just the thought of you fucking someone else pisses me off.”
“I’m not,” I whisper.
“But I can’t fuck you either.”
“You surely picked a fine time to come to that realization.” I raise an eyebrow at him before darting my gaze down to where we’re connected.
A smile plays on his lips. “I’m going to finish us off, but then that’s it…I can’t…we can’t be reckless, Skyler.”
“Fine.” But I was anything but fine. He begins to push in and out of me harder, going further than anyone has ever gone. At this angle he’s in, I feel deliciously full every time he buries himself to the hilt.
“Fucking fuck. This sucks,” he laments in a gruff voice.
I nod in response, my lips dragging along his neck. He wraps his arms around me, essentially using me to jack himself off as he moves me up and down on his dick. Damn this man is strong.
“I’m going to come, baby. I don’t want to come inside of you.”
“Do you want to come in my mouth?” I purr in his ear and he grabs my head by my hair and yanks me back to look at me.
His eyes stare at me, hard, before he lets himself fall out of me and I scramble to my knees. His cock is down my throat before I can think and I wrap my hands around his ass and squeeze. I’m going to miss this ass. And this cock. God, he truly is a perfect specimen.
“Fuck, Skyler.” He wraps his hands in my hair as he meets my face with every suck. Drool pools in the corners of my mouth. His cock tastes like my pussy and for some reason it turns me on even more. “Your mouth is insane,” he whispers. I catch a peek upwards and I see his head is thrown back as he thrusts into my wanting mouth. I reach between his legs and find his balls, fondling them in my hands and he erupts instantly down my throat. “Fuuuuuck!” he groans as streams of cum shoot out of his dick and into my mouth. I swallow everything he has to offer before he lets his cock slide from his lips. Realization of what we just did hits me like a ton of bricks, and I can’t even look up and see the look of disgust that he probably has all over his face now that he’s come. “Hey,” he says as he lifts my chin up to meet his gaze. He reaches down and hauls me to my feet. “Why the face?”
I told myself I wasn’t going to cry, but in this moment, I feel like nothing more than a space for him to deposit his cum. The word cumdumpster flashes through my mind and I hate that I feel so cheap. “You’re so angry with me,” I whisper and I feel the tears forming in my eyes. “You just spent the past ten minutes screaming at me and making me feel like shit and then… you fucked me, and now you’re going to hate me again, and I feel…used, to be honest.”
“Skyler, look at me,” he orders me, and when I do I notice his blue eyes are significantly softer. “I’m sorry for how I spoke to you. That was just…my shit. It wasn’t about you.”
“You sure about that?” I ask.
He sighs and moves to the small couch in the room and sits down, offering me a seat next to him. I do, creating a bit of space between us, but still feeling close enough that I know he could probably smell the mix of our arousals on my sex. “My ex lied about…a lot of things. I guess it still messes with my head a little…when someone lies to me.”
I nod, knowing exactly how he feels after my own history with a liar. “Aidan, I’m sorry.”
“Me too, Skyler.”
“So, this…is it?” I ask.
“Afraid so, princess.” I nod once before I stand up and I prepare to leave, grabbing my destroyed underwear and stuffing them in my bag. “Wait,” he whispers.
I turn towards him and he presses his lips to mine. The kiss is slow and passionate, a contrast to the animalistic, aggressive kiss from earlier that left my lips bruised and swollen. His tongue moves against mine in perfect rhythm when I feel his hand between my legs. I pull back and look at him.
“What are you doing?”
“You didn’t come.” He lifts my skirt slightly and parts my legs further. “I need to make you come one last time.” He rests his forehead against mine as he glides his fingers through my sex, rubbing my clit in between strokes. “Mi mancherai, Bella.” I’ll miss you, Bella.
“I’ll miss you too,” I whisper.
I find myself trying to prolong the orgasm, knowing that once it comes, it’s the end. Aidan and I are over.
That thought hits me harder than the orgasm.