CHAPTER 4

Liam

I walked to my car, playing back what just happened. The time I spent with Elena was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but to want more from her, following her from the shop as she left. She told me to tell her my address with a hungry look in her eyes, and I sat in my car and pulled out my phone to do so. My condominium was at the back of a complex and private, so I felt okay with her showing up. If she showed up.

Logic might take over her senses, and I knew that it should. I knew that this shouldn’t happen, not with me being a teacher and her a student. Not with Elena being my student. Not at all.

I made the drive home, acceleration rushing through my veins from all the coffee that I had as well as the hope to see Elena tonight. I wanted her alone, feeling my cock jerk in my pants at the thought of touching her. I wanted more every day that she sat in my class. I had the curve of her ass in skinny jeans memorized by the second week in class and fallen in love with her sweet smile as she met my eyes.

I lived just a few miles away and pulled into the complex, parking in the very back of my house as my phone chimed. I glanced at the screen, and my heart jumped into my throat as I read that Elena was coming over.

I rushed inside and picked up a little bit, wiping down a mess on the counter that I’d walked out on. I glanced in the fridge to see that I had wine, beer, soda and some juices and water to offer Elena. We just ate so I didn’t need to think about that, and there were a lot of places that delivered in Seattle.

Jesus, I was acting like this was a date. She might decide not to even show up for all I know, and it wasn’t a date. I had no fucking idea what it was but the fact that I wanted her was primarily on my mind.

It wasn’t just a physical attraction. I liked Elena’s personality and talking to her at the coffee shop was like a breath of fresh air.

I started a fire in the small fireplace, adding some ambiance to the room as I began to pace. I hadn’t been with a woman for about a month, the last one being a quickie at her place. My house was my space, and I kept that out of here most of the time. I liked my privacy, and the women were always willing to go to their place. If they had a roommate, it didn’t matter since I’d be out when we were done anyway.

I thought I heard a car outside and remained standing in my living room before there was a knock at the door. I breathed in and walked over to the door, opening it gently to see Elena smiling nervously at me. “Your complex is so beautiful.”

“Thanks. I like it,” I replied as I gestured for her to come inside while Elena looked around.

“Wow, it’s so cozy. I could fit my studio in your front room.”

“You live in a studio?” I asked as she smiled with a small nod.

“Yeah. Partial scholarship and I have to pay rent, so I keep it small. It’s just me, so it doesn’t matter too much,” Elena replied as she looked at me.

“Would you like something to drink? I have a lot of choices.”

“I already shouldn’t be here, and now you’re offering me a drink?” Elena’s voice was shaking, and I stepped forward to touch her shoulder.

“I am not going to play you with alcohol, Elena. I have it, but there’s no pressure here.” I meant that in more ways than one and she nodded as she froze underneath me.

“I think I need something. I don’t like beer that much, so do you have anything else?” She turned and met my gaze with an intense one of her own.

“I have wine. White and red,” I assured Elena as she nodded.

“White would be good.” I nodded and headed to the kitchen to pour her some and grab a beer for myself. I told her to make herself comfortable, and she was sitting on my couch with her jacket draped over the back, showing off the pretty blue sweater that fell from the left shoulder. Her pale skin was so beautiful, and I licked my lips as I walked over to sit beside her. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Elena tried to smile brightly, but I could still see her nerves at work in her eyes. She sipped the liquid as I popped open my beer, staring into the fire. “Have you ever done this before?”

“This?” I pressed as she blushed and laughed weakly.

“Seen any student out of the classroom?”

“I have only met with them in my office, and nothing has ever happened with a student. You’re…different.” I looked her over as she turned her head to meet my eyes.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. You’re different from the woman I’ve spent time with in the past as well. Though I haven’t been in anything serious with anybody with all of my schooling and then working.” I turned the bottle in my hand and gazed past it into the fire. “Are you dating anybody?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I were,” she said in surprise as I looked at her. “No, I’m not dating anybody. I am just focused on getting through school right now, and high school was the same way. I had to work hard then since my parents didn’t have a lot of money. It was a bit of a disappointment just getting a partial scholarship to all of us.” I saw the sadness flash over her face before she smiled and shrugged. “It’s worked out fine, though. I am managing.”

“You’re doing great,” I told her as my hand slipped behind her to play with her hair. “Everyone struggles through college. I did, too.”

“You seem to be doing well now,” she said as she looked around the room again.

“Teaching is fine. I bought this with some money that my mom left for me since my sister Marie lives in her house. I don’t have a glamorous life at all, Elena but I’m happy. This is what I want to do.” She turned to stare at me, and I twirled a strand of hair in my hand. Her eyes locked with mine and I felt the heat between us fill the room. “I want you, Elena.” She took a large, slow swallow of the wine before leaning forward and setting it on the table as I watched. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as my hand slipped gently around her neck to pull her against me as she gasped. “Tell me when it gets to be too much.” I pulled her closer, tilting my head as I brushed my lips against hers, feeling the burn from the contact. “Fuck me,” I murmured as I pressed my mouth gently to hers again, not wanting to frighten her. I didn’t know this girl’s experience, and I had to fight not to push her down and take her right here and now.

“Liam,” Elena whimpered as she kissed me harder, initiating more as I deepened the kiss with a gentle teasing of my tongue against her lower lip. Her lips opened, and I slipped my tongue inside as she moaned softly, locked in my embrace as her hand slid around my waist. My mind screamed at me to stop this, but she felt too good; too warm against me as our tongues danced together. I felt her breathing through her nose and when we took brief breaks, but we kissed for what seemed like hours before I moved to her jaw. “Oh, God,” she said, guilt filling the room as I kissed gently, slipping a hand into her hair. “I…”

“What, Elena?” I pushed her to answer before moving down to the soft skin of her neck. There was a sweet scent to her, something fruity that I memorized at the moment.

“I want this. I want you,” the words came out of Elena’s mouth rapidly before she froze. “I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not meant to be involved with you.”

“We both know that, but it’s too fucking intense, Elena. I want you too much.” I kissed her again and pulled her body over mine, one hand gripping her hip while the other remained tangled in her hair. I was hard as a fucking rock and felt her press against me as she let out a cry. We kissed as she moved against me, my hand guiding her as I lifted my hips slowly. Elena’s tongue was busily moving with mine as she rocked, moans and whimpers deep in her throat as I sensed that she was close to a release. “Do you want to come?” I asked against her lips as she nodded and gripped me harder, kissing me again.

She shook and dropped her face into my neck, letting out long cries as her orgasm washed over her. I slipped both hands down to cup her ass, moving slowly against her to prolong the feeling and see if I could find my own climax. I was so damn turned on right now, and all I could think about was stripping her bare and fucking her on my couch.

She wasn’t one of the bar whores. This was Elena; a beautiful, sweet, scared girl that was making her way into my heart as I bit my lip and shot onto my briefs before slowing down and holding her against me.

“That was…so much. I’ve never felt like that before,” she murmured as I stroked her hair softly.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked her, breathlessly waiting for her answer. I was already pushing the boundaries just being here with her, and taking her virginity was too much…but so hot as well.

“No. There was a guy in freshman year that I dated for a few months, but it was nothing like that.” Her voice was shaking as I pressed my lips to her hair, feeling her shake in my arms. “Even when we had sex, it wasn’t half of what that was. What’s so different?”

“Attraction,” I replied, unsure of what else there was, though there had to be more. “It isn’t that easy to obtain for everyone.”

“Has it felt like that for you before?” Elena asked as I thought for a moment. I was considerably older than she was and had some good times, but no. They had never been like Elena, and I hadn’t even slept with her yet.

“No. Never, baby. You’re different for me.”