Chapter Nine
Lennon
The rest of the week passes in a blur. I haven’t spoken to Darcy since she kissed me. She hasn’t tried to contact me out of school, and at school, I’ve purposely ignored her since I’m terrified that next time I won’t be able to stop myself. I kissed her, in my classroom of all places, with the door wide open. Anyone could’ve walked past and seen us.
The worst thing was, halfway through that kiss, I glanced over and saw that the door was open, but I didn’t care. Kissing her was more important than the fear of getting caught being intimate with a student. When I was with her in that moment, my lips against hers, nothing else mattered. I can’t control myself around her, and I think that incident proved it.
***
It’s late Wednesday afternoon, and after staying back to grade some papers, I finally decide it’s time to leave. I tidy up my desk and walk outside. I glance up at the gray clouds that threaten to pour rain down on me and hurry over to the parking lot. As my car comes into view, I see her and my heart stops.
She’s leaning against the door in her short denim skirt, her hands behind her back. Her dark hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, with a few stray locks framing her face. Her blue eyes study me as I get closer, but I look away. I pretend not to notice the way her sweater hugs the curves of her breasts, but it’s hopeless. My body reacts whenever I’m around her, whether I want it to or not.
“Darcy,” I mumble, slipping my key into the lock. “Can I help you with something?” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own. It’s churned up, full of emotion, and doing nothing to hide the fact that I can’t think straight whenever I see her.
“Not really. I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that, especially here—”
“You’re right,” I cut in. My voice is calm and quiet since she shouldn’t be blaming herself. I’m the one in the position of authority here in school. “You shouldn’t have kissed me, but that’s my fault. I shouldn’t have kissed you back.”
“Why did you then?” she asks. Her voice is soft, barely above a whisper.
My heart pounds as I think about her question. Why did I kiss her back? Was it because I’ve been dreaming about it since the night of the wedding—and not even finding out she was in my class dulled the aching I’ve had to be with her? Or maybe she’s all I’ve thought about since we met? Kissing her was like my every fantasy coming true.
“Because… look, it doesn’t matter why,” I say, shaking my head. “Whether I like you or not is beside the point. The fact is, I’m your teacher and we can’t be doing this.”
“So, you admit that you do like me, then?” she asks. Something sparks in her eyes and I’m instantly worried. It’s that same look of determination I saw when she wanted to take the Porsche for a spin.
I don’t answer. Instead, I yank open the door but before I can even process what’s happening, she’s already in the passenger seat, clicking in her seat belt.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I protest, half-heartedly.
“Drive,” she orders me. “If you don’t, I’ll kiss you again, right here in the parking lot.”
My heart races. I trust her enough to believe she’s telling the truth. Clicking in my seatbelt, I turn the ignition, shift the car into gear, then drive out of the school grounds, hoping to God no one sees us leaving together.
“Where do want me to go?” I ask nervously.
“Somewhere you’ll admit you have feelings for me?” she suggests.
I laugh and shake my head. Why does she have to be so stubborn? This isn’t a game. I could lose everything by being with her. Sighing, I rake my hand through my hair and glance at her.
“I did admit that, Darcy. I’m not hiding the fact that I’m attracted to you. I’m just being realistic. I’m being an adult.” I place emphasis on the last word, and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Or are you avoiding the real issue, being that you’re scared of getting hurt again?” she asks.
“I’m not scared of getting hurt. I’m scared of hurting you,” I murmur. “God, you really are stubborn, aren’t you?” I laugh.
“I’ve been called worse.” She thinks for a second, before glancing at me. “Take me back to your place.” I give her a look, and she rolls her eyes. “Jesus, I just mean that at least we won’t be interrupted there. We need to sort this out once and for all, right? Before things get out of control?”
“This isn’t out of control?” I laugh. She narrows her eyes, shooting me a look, and I sigh. “Fine. My place it is.”
I walk inside my apartment with her behind me, cursing myself for agreeing to bring her back here. I have no idea what I’m doing, and the only thing I do know for sure is being alone with her anywhere is a bad idea.
There’s only one possible explanation for doing something so risky. I’m thinking with my dick. I’m hoping something happens between us. I mean, it’s not like we’re really going to sit down and talk. We could’ve done that by my car at the school. We haven’t been able to communicate and push past our attraction in the past, so why would now be any different? I shake my head, annoyed at myself.
“You think me coming here is a bad idea, don’t you?” she guesses.
“I know it’s a bad idea,” I correct. “I know exactly how this is going to go.”
“Then why did you agree to it?”
I don’t answer, because I don’t like the truth. She steps closer and takes my hand in hers. I breathe in sharply, entwining my fingers in hers. I summon all my energy to push her away, but it’s pointless. All I’m doing is inching closer to her.
“Lennon?” she persists. “Why bring me here if you know how this is going to go? If you’re so insistent on not doing this, why risk it? Especially since you’re so sure—”
“Because I want you,” I cut in, my voice thick with emotion. “And right now, I don’t care about my job, or about you being my student. All I want is to be able to kiss the woman I’m insanely attracted to.”
What I really want is to go back to that night at the wedding, before all this got so difficult. Back then, she was just a way of getting over Stacy. I thought I’d flirt with her for a few hours and give myself a break from thinking about the chick who broke my heart. I let out a bitter laugh. All I’ve done is replace one disaster with another.
“Insanely attracted to?” she repeats, her lips inching closer to mine. I swallow, because I can’t handle her being this close to me without touching her. “If you want me, then have me. Who the fuck cares, Lennon? I sure don’t. Though, if it makes you feel better, I’ll leave. School, I mean. I’ll un-enroll and go somewhere else.”
“That doesn’t change the fact that I’m capable of something like this,” I growl.
“Something like what?” she laughs. “For God’s sake, it’s not like I’m fourteen and I let you seduce me in exchange for upping my grades.”
She throws up her hands, exasperated, and then collapses on the couch. A laugh escapes from her lips, but I can see the tears threatening to fall. I sit down beside her and rest my hand on her thigh. The feel of her creamy, soft skin against my own just makes things worse.
How do I make her understand that my only reservation about not being with her is not wanting to feel like I’m failing my first real test as an adult? I spent six years chasing my dream of becoming a qualified teacher, and now I’m risking it all by being with her.
“Lennon, I’m eighteen. I’m as much an adult as you are. This is no different than a workplace romance. I’m not a kid, and you do not have some moral responsibility to protect me.”
I don’t reply. She places her hand on mine and inches my fingers up her thigh, sliding it underneath her skirt. My heart races, and my throat tightens. I’m struggling to breathe, let alone think straight. I want nothing more than to slide my fingers right up to her pussy and feel how wet she is.
“I thought skirts weren’t your thing,” I mumble.
“They aren’t,” she replies, her lips twitching into a grin. “But someone told me that I look good in them.”
“That better have been me,” I growl, shooting her a look. I’ve seen the way some of the senior boys have been sniffing around her, and I didn’t like it.
“What do you think?” she says with a smirk.
She takes my hand and places it on her neck. I follow her lead, caressing her face. She brings her lips close to mine, and waits until I can’t take it anymore. She wants me to take control, and I do.
I pull her closer, pressing my mouth against hers. She kisses me back, climbing into my lap, her thighs straddling me as my hands roam over her ass. I groan as she grinds herself against my dick. She smiles as it hardens—she’s loving the effect she has on me, and I love it, too. I’m so turned on, and I’m so past worrying about everything else. All I want to do is focus on her.
One by one, I undo the buttons on her shirt, flicking it open with the final one. I lower the straps of her bra, sighing as her breasts spill out over the cups. I grasp hold of them, massaging them then lower my mouth over her nipples.
“That feels nice,” she sighs. She arches her back, grinding against me harder. She reaches down, her fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans. She edges back toward my knees and eventually figures it out while I chuckle, the restriction in my pants growing with every second. She glowers at me as she yanks down my zip, then reaches in and frees my cock, her eyes never leaving mine.
“God, you’re so incredible,” I mumble.
My breath catches in my throat as she grips my shaft, her hands sliding up and down the length. I reach into my pocket, pull out a condom and hand it to her. She rips it open, then places it in her mouth. With a gleam in her eyes, she lowers her mouth onto my dick, rolling the condom down over my length. I groan as the feeling of her hot mouth on my cock becomes almost unbearable. I’m not even inside her yet, and I’m on the verge of coming.
“I learned that on an episode of Sex and the City,” she admits, her eyes sparkling. I laugh and shake my head. Of course she did. I guess it’s better than the alternative.
She stands momentarily, and with her skirt still on, she shimmies out of her panties and flicks them aside before straddling my thighs once more, giving me a glimpse of her bare pussy. My heart races as I try and pace myself, because all I want to do is thrust myself inside her. I curl my fingers around her waist as she hovers above my length, teasing me, before finally sliding herself down on me.
She gasps as my cock fills her pussy, her eyes widening. My shaking hands grip her waist tighter as I glide my length inside her. I buck my hips against her rhythm, pushing myself deeper with every thrust. I can’t stop looking at her, or thinking about how amazing she is. I lean forward and kiss her neck, breathing in her scent.
I pull back, my eyes on her. She’s so beautiful, and watching her ride my dick while still wearing that little skirt… God, I can barely keep my shit together. She gasps, her nipples hard and well-sucked, bouncing as she grinds against me.
“God, yes,” she pants, closing her eyes. Her lips are beautifully pursed as she rides me harder, her grip on my chest tightening. She clenches her thighs tight against my own and cries out, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she begins to shake. My eyes never leave her as she comes hard with me inside her.
I grip her peachy ass with both hands and pull her onto the couch next to me then thrust myself so deep into her pussy, while my mouth explores hers. She groans, barely able to handle my touch as my fingers roam her body. She’s so sensitive, post-orgasm—and I love it.
I love the way her body reacts to my touch. Almost as much as I love the feel of her pussy contracting around my dick with every push. I want this to last for as long as I can, but I’m on the verge of exploding. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.
I take both her hands and hold them above her head, restraining her as I kiss her neck. My thrusts become faster, more urgent as I fuck her harder. Throbbing, I groan in her ear. My body convulses, my cock deep inside her, and with one final thrust, I come hard and bury my face in her shoulder.
My heart is racing and I collapse next to her on the couch. She curls up in my arms, and I kiss her forehead. It was everything I’d hoped it would be. The closeness I felt to her, holding her tight as I came inside her was beyond anything I could’ve imagined.
“Holy shit,” I pant. I’m in shock, struggling to process the last ten minutes.
“Did that just happen?” she whispers, her eyes wide.
She bites her lip to stop the smile creeping across her face. Instantly, I’m regretting letting it go this far, and as much as I loved it, nothing has changed for me. It’s only made what I know I need to do now, even harder.
“It did,” I mumble.
“And you’re wishing it hadn’t, aren’t you?” she accuses, her eyes flashing.
I sigh. “Darcy, I like you a lot. Like a lot, but…”
She laughs, but her expression gives away her frustration. “There is always a but, isn’t there? But what, Lennon? You’re supposed to be the adult here, right? Sleeping with me and then kicking me out is your way of dealing with this? That’s very mature of you.”
“Of course not. And I’m not kicking you out. I’d never do that, but this shouldn’t have happened—”
“That’s the story of your life,” she cries. She dresses quickly, scoops up her jacket and bag, and marches toward the door. “You don’t have to kick me out, because I’m leaving. For fuck’s sake, Lennon. Decide what you want, because I’m sick of your games. I’m not your plaything,” then the door slams, leaving me standing there, perplexed and upset over what just happened.
She’s right. Everything she said was right. I am supposed to be the adult, yet I’m acting younger than she is. My phone vibrates and I grab it, thinking for a moment that it might be her. Which is ridiculous, because she’s barely been gone for five minutes. I sigh when I see that it’s Rick.
Rick: Dude, are you in hibernation or something? Gary’s back tonight. How about we catch up?
Me: Sure. Just tell me where, and when.
I toss my phone back on the coffee table then stalk toward the bathroom. I smell like her, and that’s not helping, because I can’t get her out of my mind. What I need is a shower and a decent sleep. The last thing I want to do is go out, but maybe a night out would do me good. If I stay home, all I’m going to do is sulk, thinking about her and how I pushed her away.
Fuck it. I can’t be bothered going out, or dealing with Rick tonight. I grab my phone and text him back, telling him something has come up. Then I feel bad and add that tomorrow night would work for me instead.
***
Rick holds me to my word, and the next evening, I head toward the address he gave me. It’s a new club on the west side of town. I haven’t been there before, but I’ve heard about it. It’s supposed to be hard to get into since it’s where all the socialites hang out. I couldn’t care less about a bunch of rich, spoilt kids—or going out at all—but I’m looking forward to catching up with my friends.
And I didn’t doubt for a second the reason Rick had chosen this place was just in case he got lucky with some barely legal, off her face socialite with too much money and not enough sense. That’s always fun to watch.
I spot Gary first and chuckle to myself. He’s sunburnt, no doubt jetlagged, and he looks less excited to be out than I do. Clapping him on the back, I sit down and he winces in pain.
“Shit, sorry man. I guess you did too much partying, huh? Too much sex?”
He mumbles something about needing a vacation to recover from his honeymoon, and I laugh. Rick narrows his eyes as he stares at me, thoughtfully.
“So, where have you been?” he asks. “I’ve haven’t heard you pine over Stacy in like two weeks. I’m having withdrawals, man.”
“I’ve been busy,” I shrug. “Work and stuff.”
“Stuff being stuffing underage pussy,” Gary chuckles.
I glower at him. “She’s fucking eighteen,” I say, gritting my teeth.
Rick laughs hysterically. “That chick from the wedding, right? The one you stole the car with?”
“I didn’t steal the car. The car was in my name,” I sigh and rub my temples.
Rick waves his hand. “That’s a minor detail and you know it. So, you and her, huh? If my memory serves me correctly—and it always does when it comes to women—she was pretty hot. Like bend her over this table and bone the fuck out of her, kind of hot.”
My jaw clenches. The last thing I want to listen to is Rick talking about her like that.
“I mean, she’s a bit young for me, but I’d go there. I hear the young ones are keen to please. Is that how you found it?” he asks me. “She was eager to please that little fella of yours?”
I clench my fists, on the verge of leaning across the table and pounding the shit out of him. The only thing stopping me is, I know that’s what he wants. Rick is all about reactions. He lives for them.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl. “Or I’ll do it for you. I’m not kidding. Just stop talking about her like that. I’m not fucking her. I’m not with her. I’m doing nothing with her, okay?”
“Jesus, man, sensitive much? What crawled up your ass and died?”
I roll my eyes and stand up, mumbling something about going to get a drink, but really, I just need to get away. I can’t sit here and listen to him talk shit to wind me up, especially when it’s working.
I’m starting to rethink my plan about coming out with the guys to forget about her. I don’t seem to do very well with my methods of distraction. First with Stacy, and now trying to distract myself from Darcy. It doesn’t seem to be working anyway. All I’m doing is getting angrier.
I reach the bar and order myself a shot and gulp it down, then follow it up with a beer that I carry back to the table. Like it always does, one drink turns into two, and before I know it, I’m buying the next round while Rick fills me in on his latest conquests. At least he’s moved on from talking shit about Darcy, but I still don’t want to be here.
I’ll have this and then make an excuse to get out of here.