Jack Griggs
Playing with fire.
If you were to ask me how to describe my life at that moment, it would have been stood in the middle of gasoline filled field with a flame thrower, knowing full well that if I just flicked that tiny switch, the whole fucking world would combust around me.
I was anxious about seeing her. The little late night texts had been so innocent to start with and I’d encouraged to dip her toes in the fires of hell.
My salvation today was going to be meeting her in a public place. The library would be perfect and there was no way I could let things get out of control.
That was until I saw her in at the back of the library, leaning over the table to reach for a study book that was just out of reach. Carly was wearing a flowery skirt that stopped just above her knees and showed off more leg than should have been allowed.
With every step I took through the quiet library, I heard the roaring in my head get louder. The anger inside me continued to intensify when I saw how much attention she was attracting.
“Miss Sevens,” I said, as coolly as I could manage.
The smile on her face told me she knew what she was doing. It also disappeared rapidly when she realized just how fucking annoyed I was.
“Books in your backpack now and follow me.” I felt like a pot about to boil over.
“But—”
I leaned a fraction closer, still aware that we were in a packed library. “Do not defy me. Put your shit in your backpack and move.”
I stepped back to watch her as she grabbed for books that were strewn over half a table. When she leaned forward, like before, to gather her belongings I had to stop myself from spinning round and demanding the library empty of people immediately.
“For fucks sake,” I gritted out and she stopped to see what was grieving me. “Don’t stop, we’re relocating.”
When she’d finally completed her task and heaved her backpack on her shoulders, she looked at me in search of the next instruction. I was torn between making her walk in front of me, so I could protect her from the eyes of others and not making her, because I knew everyone would see me gawking at her ass and legs. I went for the sensible option and started to head down the center of the study desks, knowing she was following behind me, bewildered by what had brought my foul mood on.
I continued outside the main building.
“Jack?”
I continued weaving through the college buildings.
“What’s going on?”
I continued out of the grounds of the college.
“Where are we going?”
I never answered as I kept walking down the street and into the subway, knowing that what I was doing now was the stupidest idea of all.
When we got to my apartment building, I punched at the keypad until the door clicked open, finally facing her as I held the main entrance door for her. The loose tether on my feelings was stretched to the maximum and I was on the verge of losing every ounce of my sanity.
Carly came and stood next to me as I waited by the elevator and I knew she was stealing sideways glances, wondering what the hell was going on. When the moving box finally emptied of its current occupants, I stepped in and stood at the back of it. Carly hadn’t moved to join me and as the doors began to close, leaving her behind, I stuck my hand out and gave her a look that said don’t fuck with me. Wisely, she didn’t and when she brushed passed me as she entered, I felt this bolt of electricity that was nearly the catalyst of my undoing.
“Jack,” she whispered again.
“Show me. Prove to me that I’m wrong and you weren’t stupid enough to attend a mentoring session in a packed library with me, bare.”
“I-”
“Fucking pull up that skirt and show me now.”
I watched as she flushed and her fingers nervously fidgeted down to the hem of her skirt, trying to gain some purchase on its edge. When she raised it slowly I rationed my breath in both fear and excitement. The slow reveal of her milky thighs, all puckered with goosebumps, were holding my attention like nothing before. I watched the final moments, fully aware that I was licking my lips in anticipation, as she finally showed me her bare pussy. The neat little landing strip of perfectly trimmed hair, that clashed and rasped with my own stubbly chin was right there in this confined space with me.
“Fuck! What were you thinking? Don’t answer that, you clearly weren’t.”
Her eyelids fluttered bashfully as the elevator stopped and the metal box pinged loudly to announce our arrival at my floor and she dropped her skirt in embarrassment.
Once again, she was following behind me and when I finally slid the key in the door lock, she spoke. “I should leave.”
“You must be fucking insane if you think I’m letting you walk home like that on your own. Inside.”
When the door was closed, sealing us in my apartment together the tension became thick and strained. It was so damned erotic, that I knew having her here, in my space, when I should be mentoring her was crossing a different line. A real scary one that I wouldn’t be able to take back if anyone found out about us. This was an absolute abuse of my power, more so than the rest I’d committed.
But I didn’t care, she was tempting me beyond belief, but there was more.
I’d never felt so connected to anyone I’d had sex with before. It was like she was made to be mine and everyone that I’ve ever been inside of before was just insignificant, a practice run so I would recognize this when it finally found me.
Carly walked down the hallway further into my space and looked around at the pig sty I lived in. With my back against the door, I watched as she kicked my sneakers out of the way.
“Stop.” she froze at the sound of my voice, like she’d remembered where she was. “Show me again.” The tone I used was the gentlest so far. I knew it was because we were alone and I could be myself. I could be the version of Jack Griggs that I didn’t despise. We were no longer in the eye line of others and that meant that right here, she was just mine. All mine.
Carly let the back pack slid off her back and even as it thumped to the ground I still kept my eyes firmly on her. Pleading with her to stick with me.
I started to follow her as she began the lift and tease reveal show again and I knew having her here, with no risk of being caught or interrupted was making me harder than I ever thought possible. I leaned against the back of my couch and crossed my ankles, fully aware that this was either going to go my way or she was going to freak out and run. If she did that I knew I’d stop her and make her see just how much we both wanted this.
“I want you naked Carly, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
“I know.”
Her words were controlled. I watched as she acted like someone older, someone of much more experience than I was sure she had, as she began to take her clothes off. When she’d removed the last stitch of her clothes, the last thing she did was reach up and pull her hair free from the band that was restraining its wildness. I stepped forward as it tumbled down around her shoulders and grazed her nipples, the sensation causing her to breathe heavier.
Finally, when I was close enough, I pulled her mouth to mine, causing her to whimper and fight, tongue on tongue. It was becoming so heated that it was impossible to determine who was leading this kiss and who was succumbing to the power of it. “I want to tell you you’re free to leave, but I think if you did, it would pretty much slay me.”
“I’m going nowhere.”
I picked up her bare body and started to kiss her again as I carried her to my bedroom, ignoring the fact that the sheets were strewn wide and far and my drapes were open. When I hurled her on my bed, she squealed with excitement and I swear I nearly lost it. I was in danger of nutting in my pants like a horny adolescent.
Sensing the rush my own body was imposing on me, I hurried out of my own clothes and managed to get my pants, boxers, socks and shoes off in one move. I kneeled onto the bed and watched as she spread her legs wide, ready to receive me.
“Ride me.”
Those two simple words made her whole body shudder.
As we switched positions and I took to my back, she straddled me and grabbed for my cock. Leaning down in a swift move, she popped the head of me into her mouth and circled her tongue, giving me more lubrication than I needed.
“Fucking ride me Carly. You’re killing me,” I begged.
Her tiny hand circled me and I felt my cock probe her entrance as she found the opening she was seeking. Air rushed through my gritted teeth as she lowered herself down, pausing for a few vital seconds to let her body widen at my intrusion.
I moved my hands and grabbed her hips, squeezing gently to remind her she had work to do. When she began to move, I watched her try to school her reaction and hide the noises that were desperate to leave her body. When I started to help her speed up by urging her body up and down, she got louder and louder, getting more and more out of control.
“That’s it, let me hear what I do to you.”
This was the first time we could explore each other. I hadn’t attacked her on college grounds, like some maniac and there was no need to be quiet like the first night we’d snuck into her shared house.
I knew she was nearing the end of her journey. I could fucking feel the pull she had on me. I had to get her there so I could fall over the ledge myself. When her movements became ragged and out of control, I knew Carly was on the brink so I let go of her hips and encouraged her to move as she needed to. When she finally came, my cock knew it was the green light to let go. I grabbed as much of her long hair as I could and pulled her down on my cock, the urge to hold her tight and restrict her movement all I needed. The feel of her struggle against her own sensitivity and our connection was enough for the flame thrower to kick into action.
My whole body jerked as it did what nature intended and I felt her eyes take in everything about me, about us and our moment.
When she’d finally sated the need I had for her, I kissed her gently and pulled her into my chest, holding her in the most protective manner possible. Lying back and grabbing at last night’s strewn covers, I kept her in my arms as we both lay there, feeling content and emotional.
I could see the clouds of early evening pass by my window and was completely mesmerized by just how at peace I felt. This… whatever it was, would be so frowned upon and so forbidden in every respect—my job, her student status, her parents, fuck, my parents—that I knew it had the capability to destroy us both, but I was determined that it wouldn’t.
This feeling she gave me, lying beside me in my bed, was the most at home I’d felt since Jake left town to go and save Rebecca. How could something that felt so right be so completely wrong in so many people’s eyes? It just wasn’t. We were both adults of legal age, and if you could forget that I’d abused some perceived position of trust then we were fine.
Her breathing slowed next to me and I knew she’d fallen asleep in my arms. This was what I was talking about. Carly felt such peace that she could fall asleep with me. That couldn’t be wrong.
I didn’t want to think about the future. For the time being we were both in a little bubble and that was the way I wanted it to stay. I wanted to keep Carly all for myself. I wanted to explore what we had and pretend that the real world didn’t exist. Where we were now was fine if Carly and I were happy. No one could interfere with how our feelings were growing for each other if we didn’t want them to.
And I didn’t want them to.
The feeling that was anchoring me to her in that moment was nothing I’d felt before for any other woman. It wasn’t purely sexual or some bedroom attraction that seemed exciting because it was forbidden. It was true feelings. There was a depth to what I felt for Carly that I knew made it worth risking it all. It was that once in a lifetime moment that you had to grab with both hands and cling on to. Like a bucking bronco, I knew it was going to get crazy and out of control, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was how we felt about each other. This wasn’t some infatuation or flirt with danger; this was what I knew I’d been missing all along.
The recognition of what this could be, of what this probably was, filled me up deep inside with equal amounts fear and excitement.
Could I be falling for Carly Sevens? Could I already be in love with her?
I had no fucking clue but I assumed the feeling was love because I’d never felt this way before.
In truth, though, I didn’t care, because I knew if I wasn’t already in love with her, I was definitely on my way.
I was falling for Carly Sevens in a big fucking way and the smile covering my face as she snuggled closer told me all I needed to know. I wasn’t against the idea of loving her—in fact right then, I was willing to jump on the back of a motorcycle ridden by the devil himself just to get there.