Chapter 7

Meredith

I ran straight into the bathroom where I threw up that mornings breakfast. My body shook as the mental image of Garrett, sat there in the classroom, came back to my mind.

He was a student.

In a class of eighteen and nineteen years olds.

Fuck, this couldn’t be happening.

When I was convinced there was nothing left for me to vomit, I walked with trembling legs over to the basin where I splashed my face with cool water. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I took it out. I knew who the message would be from.

Garrett: I’ve left the class. Made an excuse. Go back and teach. No need for you to get in any trouble.

Trouble? God, I was already in trouble. I had slept with a student which was against the college’s strict policies. I spent a few more minutes composing myself, reapplied some make-up and then I returned to teach the class, giving the excuse that I had skipped breakfast and had felt lightheaded.

At lunch, my cell vibrated again.

Garrett: I need to see you. To explain.

I typed a message back.

Mer: What’s left to explain? You lied. You’re not a Personal Trainer at a gym. I’m a fool.

He replied within a minute.

Garrett: You wouldn’t have dated me if you knew my real age. You can’t say we aren’t perfect together. That would be the LIE.

I placed my cell back in my pocket. Right now I couldn’t deal with him and what had happened. I needed to think. He was right; we seemed good together. But I was several years older than him and it wasn’t allowed.

Why was the thought it wasn’t allowed exciting me, rather than worrying me?

I needed to get to class to teach. That’s where my focus should be. I threw the rest of my lunch in the trashcan and went to my next lesson.

As I left that night a thought came to mind and so I sent another text to Garrett.

Mer: Please don’t turn up at my apartment tonight. I need time to think.

The reply was swift.

Garrett: I’m already outside waiting for you.

Goddamn!

Mer: Please leave. I need time.

Garrett: I can’t do that. We need to talk.

Mer: I have nothing to say to you right now.

Garrett: Then just listen.

Mer: I need to get my head straight. I’m a mess. I keep making mistakes that could cost me my job. Please tell me you will leave.

There were no messages for a few minutes and I sat in the driver’s seat of my car waiting. I wasn’t going home until he had agreed to leave. Then the final message came, which gave me my second huge shock of the day.

Garrett: I would know that body anywhere, even when your head is obscured by a mask. I drank in your juices like the sweetest honey. Don’t you want more?

He was the guy from the Lodge?

I thought back to the student who had made me come, how I had run my hands through his hair. Yes, it could have been Garrett. How would he have known I was there anyway if he hadn’t been in the room? It was stupid, but I was relieved. At least there was only one student I had conducted an inappropriate relationship with now. I decided that I might as well travel back to my apartment. I doubted that Garrett would leave without talking to me and I needed to know what had happened that night. Why he was in a room ready to mouth fuck a student. My chest felt tight at the thought of him doing what he had done to me, to another student and at that point I knew I was screwed.

I really liked him.

And as a lover he was unbeatable.

I walked to my apartment door and Garrett rose from his seated position on the floor. He shook out his legs that were no doubt cramped from his previous position.

The ball cap wasn’t anywhere in sight and he ran a hand through his hair, his expression tortured.

I put a finger to my lips. “Wait until we get inside.”

I unlocked the apartment door and walked inside, throwing my purse and laptop bag onto the desk and walking over to the window to let in some air. Then I got two bottles of water from the refrigerator and handed one to Garrett, nodding towards the couch.

“Okay.” I told him. “I think what I need right now is brutal honesty. From yourself and from me. Talk to me from the start of us meeting. Did you know I was a professor at your college?”

Garrett shook his head. “No. When you slipped from the treadmill I had never seen you before, but… I know this sounds dumb… but I felt a connection to you. When you said you were a professor, I had no idea it was at my college. I had never seen you on campus and there are so many business colleges in New York. I never gave it any consideration.”

“So, what were you doing in Granger Lodge?”

“I live there.”

“What?” My fingers touched my parted lips.

“I live there. I moved in Saturday morning, so I’ve lived there two whole days.”

“What was Friday night about?” I knew of course from Marcus but I wanted to hear whether Garrett would tell me the truth.

“That was my final challenge to win my accommodation, but then you must have known that to be in the room…”

He left his sentence hanging.

“I need wine.” I told him. “Water will not cut it.”

Returning with a bottle of red and two glasses, I poured my own and left the other glass and bottle there. Garrett could get his own.

I sat back on my side of the couch and curled my legs under myself.

“I used to, God, how do I define it? After school sometimes I used to stay behind with one of the male professors. He left at the end of the last year. We’d make out in the staff room, give each other satisfaction.”

“Did you fuck him?” Garrett’s jaw tightened, and a tic pulsed in his cheek.

“Once. A goodbye fuck when he was leaving.” I stared across the room for a moment as Garrett’s gaze was too intense. I felt like he was burning me. “He left me a letter. Told me that Granger House had a kinda initiation that was sexy…” My voice trailed off and I took a slug of wine before continuing. “He knew I liked the risk, the thought of being caught. That was what had turned me on in the staff room, more than him, he was just a body. It was the idea of getting caught that made me come.”

“So how did you end up in the room?” He asked.

“I watched the girl panic. She climbed through the window and ran away. It was a split second impulsive decision to take her place. Crazy. I could have been caught and lost my job.”

“But the thought of the experience won?”

“Yes. The thought that someone unknown was coming into that room and would make me come and they wouldn’t have a clue who I was.”

He smiled. “Except it was me and I recognized your tattoo.”

I clutched my blouse where my tattoo lay underneath. “I never gave that a thought. That’s how much I had thought it through. An easily identifiable tattoo and I just lay there.”

“You didn’t just lay there.” He said. “You moved against me like we were a violin and bow.”

I moved my legs, making out they were going dead when in fact his words had made me itch to rub my thighs together.

“Then you knew I was a professor at the same business school as you, but you said nothing anyway?”

He shook his head. “When I got a text, the next morning asking if I’d meet you to train you. I had to go. I had to see the woman again who’d exploded against my mouth.

A pathetic half-laugh escaped my mouth. “And I text you because I thought I should try to engage in a relationship with someone around my own age.”

“Age is just a number.” He snapped. “I’m still the same guy you fucked last night. A man, not some little boy, so don’t even think of treating me like one.”

I sighed. “I know exactly what you are, Garrett, that’s the problem.”

“And what’s that?” He said, looking hurt, like I was about to destroy him with my words.

“You’re my downfall.” I said and drank the rest of the glass of wine.

This time Garrett told me his real life story. How his father ran a computer science company that looked into how systems could be run smoother and more efficiently. In just over fourteen months, Garrett would take a job at the family firm alongside his elder brother and sister. Fourteen months. That was how long we would have to stay a secret if I continued this.

“Is there anything else you want to know about me, Meredith?” Garrett finished his water. He’d not touched the wine. I felt the buzz of the alcohol in my system, making me feel mellower. Making me give less of a fuck about anything.

“If you’d been told to fuck the girl in the room to get your new accommodation. Would you have done it?”

He stroked his chin. “Before I met you, yes, without a doubt. I’m young. As long as she had consented, and we had a good time why not?”

I looked at the floor.

“But after, I don’t know. I was prepared to go down on the girl and give her a good time, but to fuck someone, when all I had in my mind was you. I’d have been using them. Because I’d have imagined your face under that mask whether it was you or not.”

“I imagined it was you.” I confessed. “Yours was the face I held in my mind while the stranger got me off.” I shook my head. “And it was you all along. I want to replay it.” I told him. “Now that I know it was you. I want to do it again.”

He pulled me toward him, brought my face closer to his. “Yes, but this time, I will do what I wanted to do after you came on my face. I want to fuck you until you’re no use to anyone else because you’ll crave only me.

Straddling him on the couch, my breasts pressed against him through my blouse. I ground my pubic bone against his groin while my mouth captured his. Garrett fisted his hands in my hair and then showing his strength again when stood up with me still wrapped around him like a monkey on a tree, walked a few paces and then he threw me down onto my bed. He looked around the room until he spotted a scarf I’d left at the foot of the bed, another item that had yet to make it to the laundry hamper. He picked it up and fastened it over my eyes. I was returned to Friday night and not being able to see, everything being left to my other senses, my being alert, but this time I didn’t have to imagine it was Garrett, because it was Garrett, had been him all along.

He stripped me out of all my clothes. I felt the cool breeze from the window flick over my body, making my nipples peak and my skin goose bump. Large hands gripped my breasts and tweaked my nipples and then I felt his tongue there, it was so definitely him. I placed my hands in his hair, the hair I now recognized while he traced his tongue in the lazy circles that had made me come so hard before.

Fingers entered me, plunging into my heat while his tongue continued to tease and torment me. I was already riding so close to the edge and it had only been a few minutes. As I exploded over his mouth, he repeated the words I’d heard Friday night.

“You are beautiful when you come.”

And then I came again, a second wave following the first, as I bucked against Garrett’s mouth giving him everything I had. I remembered all the thoughts and feelings I’d had on the Friday night, how I’d wanted to ride a huge cock. How the tongue hadn’t been enough.

“Please, I need to feel you inside me,” I begged.

“I need to be inside you. My dick is so fucking hard. Feel. See what you do to me.”

He moved up the bed and placed his dick in my hand. I felt the girth of him. He was wide, and he was long, he must have been a good ten inches. I twisted so that he got the message I wanted to ride him and then I climbed on top of him. I positioned his dick at the entrance to my soaking wet pussy and then I lowered myself onto that huge cock.

As his lifted his hips and impaled me deeper, I moaned and groaned. I was full of cock and I loved it. He bought his fingers to my clit and teased me there while I put one hand on his toned stomach and another in my hair and I raised myself up and down on his huge pole, changing to flicking my hips in tiny circles, feeling him plunging deeper and deeper inside my walls. I moved a hand from my hair to one of my breasts and cupped myself there, rolling my breast in my hand before teasing my nipple and then swapping to the other side.

“Garrett, I’m so close.”

Just when I thought I had everything I wanted, Garrett spoke.

“Look at you, you dirty bitch. Open your eyes. You’re fucking me. Fucking a student. We’re in the classroom. Can you see that? We’re in the classroom and I’m fucking you on your desk and the other students could come in at any moment. And you don’t care. You’re just riding my cock and ready to explode and I can hear footsteps coming up the corridor and we’re about to be caught at any time.”

My clit and walls started to pulse slowly around his cock as I felt my climax explode around him. Then the wave hit.

“Oh my fucking God.”

Garrett held onto my ass firmly with those huge hands that belonged to those super strong arms and he rode me through my orgasm until he spilled with his own, cum shooting inside me. I collapsed forward onto his torso, sweat pouring down my face. My breathing was ragged and my heart pounded so hard I feared a cardiac arrest.

“That was what I wanted to do to you Friday night.” Garrett said, stroking my hair back and holding it off my face. “Don’t tell me this is wrong, because it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels all so right.”

I looked up at him and bit my lip. I craved him but I knew I shouldn’t continue this.

“And next time. We will really fuck in a classroom,” Garrett added.

And I was done for.