RYAN
I had no choice but to stay with Court until she left the hospital, despite the insanity that was happening back home. Well, I guess home was too strong a word. Everyone in my dorm was pissed because the press kept a vigil outside the dorm, but across the street, so it wasn’t official school property. Honestly, all of them could go to hell. I’d seen some of the “interviews” a few acquaintances made, claiming they were my best friends. It was all bullshit. The worst news had been that Daniel took Abby straight from school and placed her back in the system. I just hoped he would do what he’d promised. Abby needed a protector, and without Philip or me, he was going to have to make certain he vetted her next home personally.
When I made it back on campus, there were people with cameras waiting. I ended up packing my stuff up and moving into the studio apartment I’d rented for my mom. It was like a converted motel where the only thing between my bed and the outside was the one door. They’d converted the building into rented apartments, since it wasn’t exactly a visitor friendly area of the city. It was totally stupid I’d kept paying it, but it was cheap and I knew after this semester I’d be moving out of the dorms. I’d had someone go in and clean it because I just couldn’t deal with it after she died. Settling myself in and starting up my laptop to figure out how far behind I was in all my classes, I set down to work.
Three hours later my phone rang. I should have known the peace wouldn’t last long. “Hello?”
“Ryan, this is William Pennington, president of the university.” My lungs froze in my chest and my heart stopped when I heard that. Holy shit. This is way worse than I thought. “I’m calling because I need you to come in and tell the disciplinary committee what happened between you and Professor Marks.”
“Disciplinary committee? But this isn’t his fault. Besides, I’m not an underage kid. Everything between us was consensual.” I tried to defend Philip as much as possible.
“The disciplinary hearing isn’t just for Professor Marks. It’s to decide your role if any at this school. It’s a very serious problem that is getting national attention. The school has rules and all parties need to follow them.”
“So, if we’re already out, and you already believe everything you heard from Candy, then why bother with the hearing? You clearly don’t want to hear the truth. You’re just looking to shove this under the table to get the bad press to go away.” To hell with them and their hearing. I had better things to do then to show up to some hearing when the outcome was already decided.
“The hearing is an important process to the investigation. All parties are allowed the opportunity to tell their side of the story before we do anything.”
“And what about the girl who attempted to extort me with sex by using photos against me? Photos that were taken without my knowledge or permission. Quite frankly, photos that don’t show the truth, but give a false idea. Is she being brought before the committee? Getting kicked out of school too?” Dammit, I was pissed. This entire thing was wrong on every level, and if I took it out on the president of the university, fuck it.
“Extortion is a matter for the police. At the moment, there is no evidence to support the young lady has done anything wrong. She simply brought information to our attention. It is our responsibility to follow up. That is all.”
I snorted at the term “young lady” to describe that fucking whore who ruined my life. “Send me the information to the hearing. I might show up.”
I looked around the small studio apartment wondering how Mom could stand the cramped space. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do until I figured everything out. I sat in the old recliner and leaned my head back looking to the ceiling for guidance. It came moments later from the mouth of a child.
“Hello?”
“Ryan,” Abby yelled excitedly. “What happened? They took me away from Philip. I miss you.”
“Princess, it is so good to hear your voice.” I smiled the first genuine one in days. The crushing guilt came a second later. “They treating you okay?”
“No one has been mean to me, but it’s only been a week. That could change.” I could hear the shrug in her voice.
“Hey? You remember how you were unsure with Martha at the beginning. You need to give them the benefit of the doubt, okay. Daniel promised he would find you the best place. And, you know to call if anything at all bad happens, right?”
“Yeah, but I wanted to stay with Philip. I liked it there,” she whined.
“I know, princess, but we did something against the rules and we have to pay for our actions. I’m just so sorry they’re punishing you for it too.”
“I don’t understand what’s so bad about you two loving each other.” Love? Was I in love with Philip? No. It wasn’t possible. Was it? I knew thinking about my future he was part of it… I was so confused.
“He was my teacher, Abby. It’s against the rules.”
“Well, that rule is stupid.” She huffed, and I chuckled. She was right. That rule in college felt really stupid at the moment, but there was nothing I could do about it.
“I’m sorry you’re hurting, Abby. I’ll talk to Daniel and see if I can hang out with you once this craziness is over, okay?” I tried to sound upbeat about it, but I had no idea how long this mess would go on and I didn’t want her dragged into it any more than she’d already been.
“Okay,” she said softly. “Bye Ryan.”
“Bye, princess.” I hung up the phone feeling even worse than I had before. Instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself I started making phone calls. The warehouse was first, asking for more hours since I most likely wasn’t going back to school. It sucked my career path suddenly changed, and I wouldn’t be able to help people with drug and alcohol addictions, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. My fate was no longer in my hands. But the one thing I could do and did, was call the police department to file extortion and blackmail charges against Candy. That stupid skank wouldn’t even see it coming.
The last call I had to make was going to be the worst. I hadn’t spoken a word to Philip. I’d ruined his whole life, just like he’d been afraid of all along.
Grabbing the phone off the coffee table, took a deep breath before pressing Send. “Ryan? Hey, how’s Courtney? Are you okay? I’ve been thinking of both of you nonstop.”
Jesus, the man was a freaking saint. How the hell was he not railing at me, cursing me out for getting him fired? “Uh, Courtney’s good. She has some bruising but thank God no brain damage. They sent her home yesterday.” I got up from the recliner to walk over to the window, glancing at the broken-down building next to this one. “So, I can’t believe you’re asking if I’m okay. This is all my fault, Philip. I pushed you into it in the first place, and then I ignored Candy, then I pushed both you and Abby away. If it wasn’t for me, none of this would be happening, and you’d still have your job.”
“You didn’t force me into anything, Ryan. I could have kept pushing you away, but I didn’t. And I’m the one that told you to wait on the Candy thing until I came up with a better solution. We’re both to blame, but honestly, I’d do it all over again.”
I gasped quietly at his declaration. “What?”
“I don’t want to talk about this over the phone. Can I see you?” he asked hopefully.
“Yeah, I’m staying in my mom’s old studio apartment. I think they’re planning to kick me out of school. The president called earlier.”
“Shit. Text me the address. I’ll be there in twenty.” I texted him the address after hanging up, then called the pizza place down the street. I didn’t feel like going out and being recognized. It would be bad enough at work at the warehouse the next morning.
I looked around the apartment with disgust wondering what he would think of it. It wasn’t mine, not really anyway, but it was a good place to hide from the mayhem. There was a knock at the door and I froze, not entirely comfortable with the idea of Philip seeing the place. Taking a deep breath, I finally opened the crappy metal door. He had dark sunglasses on with a ball cap pulled low over his eyes. I moved out of the way to let him in and closed and locked the door behind him.
He took the hat and glasses off and my heart ached for him. It didn’t look like he’d slept in weeks. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the emotion running through me. I wanted to hug him and tell him everything would be all right but had no clue if it would work out.
“Ryan,” he sighed my name. That was all it took for me to start moving. My legs ate up the distance between us in two long strides, and I wrapped my arms around him. His body shuddered in my arms before he squeezed me to his chest. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“I missed you too. In the hospital waiting for my sister to wake up, I couldn’t think of anything else but you.” It was the truth. He’d been constantly on my mind. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ignored her. This never would have happened if I hadn’t ignored her.”
“Don’t be, besides what happened with Abby, I’m devastated she’s gone but a part of me is glad it happened. I was tired of it hanging over our heads. We’re free now. No matter what, I’m not going back to teaching.”
“What are you saying?” I asked cautiously. Was he saying what I thought he was? He didn’t answer with words. The next thing I knew his lips crashed down on mine and he backed me up against the door. I didn’t think, just reacted. I opened my mouth in response and our tongues battled. My hands slid up the inside of his shirt over his hard pecs. I had fucking missed this, missed him. He groaned, breaking the kiss and then slid his lips down my neck to my collarbone. He nipped it. That was all it took for me to lose control. We ripped each other’s shirts off, and I slid my hands down his hard chest to the button on his jeans. Both Philip’s hands came down on mine just as I reached to release his cock from his pants. He pulled them up over my head and held them against the door. I could have broken free at any moment but I didn’t. Being held by him, it was the first time in weeks I was able to breathe, to think or feel.
“I want to fuck you, Ryan.” His voice whispered across my skin causing a deep shudder and chill bumps to skate over me.
“Honestly? I’ve never let anyone top me before, but the last few weeks I’ve thought of little else. Your strong hard body on top of me, thrusting into a place I never let anyone go before. I have been walking around with a semi-hard dick for weeks.”
His hand reached around pushing his hands into the back of my jeans and grabbed me, pulling me flush against him. His erection was against mine and I wiggled my hips just enough to cause a bit of friction. He pulled one hand from my ass then placed it at the edge of my lips. “Suck on it. Get it all nice and wet for me.”
I wrapped my lips around his finger eagerly sucking and swirling my tongue. His other hand came around and slowly popped the buttons on my jeans one by one. My pants fell to the floor and I kicked them the rest of the way off. He grabbed my stiff cock through my boxers and rubbed gently. I released his finger on a groan as he pulled my underwear down past my hips, his grin sultry as my cock sprang free.
“Bend over the bed, Ryan,” he demanded, pushing me farther into the room. There was only five feet between the door and the bed. My eyes brightened with lust as I leaned over it, spreading my legs wide. The feel of his finger circling my hole already had my dick leaking. Without warning, his finger began pushing slowly inside, but my hips instinctively bucked back plunging the rest of the digit in. “Lube, condoms,” he grunted.
With all of the pleasure coursing through me, I couldn’t do anything but point to the bedside table. Shoving my head further down on the mattress, I heard rip of the packet and the snick of the bottle, then felt the cool slide of the lube dribbling down my ass as Philip continued to thrust now two fingers inside of me. I was completely at his mercy and he knew it. It was a strange feeling, giving up control. What was stranger was admitting that I liked it, but I could only ever imagine this with Philip.
When he added a third finger, burn and pleasure mixed together until I didn’t know what I was feeling. Whatever he wanted, I’d do.
“You’re gonna stroke yourself while I fuck you, Ryan,” he commanded. “But first, I’m going to make you come, just with my fingers.”
Pleasegodyesnownownow.
On his next thrust in, he slammed my prostate, leaning over me, whispering how good he was going to feel when it was his cock doing the same thing.
“Come,” he commanded, and I did just that. Breaking apart in pieces, writhing beneath him, trying to get air inside my lungs.
Slowly removing his fingers from me, the sense of loss was overwhelming until I felt it. Him. The head of his cock nudged my ass, pushing its way in. Thank God he had me come already. He was huge.
His hands were on my hips, holding me steady. My cock was softening as the rest of me began to tense at the intrusion. “Relax your muscles and let me in. Push back just a bit,” he said, his voice strangled. His thrusts were short and shallow moving one glorious inch at a time until he was seated completely inside. He stilled, letting me adjust to his size or maybe trying to catch his bearings; I didn’t know which. When I moved against him, forcing him deeper, his groan was like music to my ears as he snatched my hair pulling my head up. I felt his chest lay against my back, his tongue snaking out and licking the shell of my ear. “How do you want it, Ryan? Hard and fast or slow and sweet. Make your choice now or I’ll make it for you,” he whispered before turning my head and kissing me roughly.
“Mmm, hard and fast,” I said just as he pulled almost all the way out. I groaned at the loss pushing myself back trying to get him to move again. A hand came down on my ass with a crack. “Don’t fucking move, and where is that hand supposed to be?” He growled before thrusting fully inside.
“Oh God!” I stroked myself harder and faster as he went wild pushing in and out. His hands grabbed my ass and hips. I could feel his nails biting into the cheeks and I arched my back.
“Oh, I’m gonna come,” I groaned into the comforter.
“Don’t. Fucking. Come. Until I do.” Philip pounded me harder. I was completely at his mercy and nothing had ever felt so damn good. His hands snuck up underneath me, holding my shoulders, as he folded himself over me and then sunk his teeth sunk into my shoulder, caveman style, claiming me as his. I felt him explode inside me, his strangled roar deafening me.
Electricity shot down my spine, and just as I was about to come, he pulled out, flipped me over and ordered, “Now.”
His mouth descended on me, swirling his tongue around my cock before sucking me completely down his throat. The whole thing was so fucking erotic that I came instantly screaming his name. He drank me down, not stopping even after I came. My body shuddered but my cock stayed rock hard.
“I think I’m gonna die, but what a fucking good way to go,” he said as he flopped down on the bed.
“Holy fuck” was the only thing I was able to say.
“Yes, and don’t you forget it.”
Then he curled up beside me.