In the halls at Thornbull, I walk like I’m in a dream, heedless of everyone around me. I can still feel the soreness between my legs from him, but it’s a sweet, delicious soreness that I only want more of. I want more of it, and I want more of him. I want him everywhere — craving him like a drug that I’d do anything for. I want his hands all over me, claiming me. I want his tongue on my skin, and mine on his. I want to wrap my lips around his beautiful cock and swallow every drop of his sweet cum down my throat. I want him between my legs, fucking me like he owns me until he fills me with his seed. I even want him to claim the naughtiest part of me. I want to feel him bend me over and slide his cook deep in my ass, until I’m screaming for more.
It feels so good to be so bad for him, and I can’t wait for more. I’m meeting him after classes are over for the day, and I have every intention of dragging him back to my house again and worshiping every inch of him until neither of us can move.
My head is so lost in the clouds, actually, that I don’t realize the classroom I’ve just walked into his empty and dark until the door closes behind me. It’s then that I blink my way out of my daydreams, and stop short.
The classroom isn’t totally empty.
“Well, well, well,” Professor Hershman chuckles from behind his desk. “I take it you didn’t receive the text I sent out about class being canceled for the day?”
I freeze, the blood in my veins chilling as he stands and grins evilly at me.
“Oh, that’s right, I may have actually texted the whole class but you.”
I’m frozen as he steps from behind his desk and moves towards me.
“I wanted us to have some time alone together, Tempest,” he says with a sickly smile on his face. “You know, just the two of us.”
His hand reaches out, but I snap out of my frozen state and bat it away.
“Don’t you touch me,” I hiss.
Hershman just chuckles.
“Oh please, don’t pull that with me. We’re both well aware of your, ah, reputation in this school, you little cock-tease.”
My jaw drops, and I’m about to whirl for the door, but Hershman is faster. He darts past me to the door, whirling to stand in front of it, blocking me.
“I’m growing tired of our little teasing games, Tempest.”
I shake my head, trying to force myself not to shiver in fear as I glare at him.
“There are no games here, you asshole.”
Hershman just chuckles. He reaches for me, but I back away. His eyes narrow, and he moves forward, reaching for me again, when I bring out the only weapon I have.
“I know about Amy.”
The smile drops from his face.
“What did you just say to me?”
“Amy Sanders,” I hiss, my blood roaring in my veins. “I know what you did to her, you son of a bitch. I know what you did, I swear I’m going to tell every—”
“Go ahead,” he hisses. “Tell whoever. I’m a tenured, respected professor in a top financial institution. And you’re a dirty little slut, just like Amy Sanders.”
He shrugs and moves away, gesturing to the door.
“So go ahead, Tempest. Spread your bullshit to anyone you want and see if they listen. But let’s get one thing straight: we both know you need to pass this class to go to Harvard, but here’s something else I’m going to share with you.”
He grins wickedly, his eyes narrowing at me.
“You’re not going to pass this class unless you do everything I say.” His smile stretches wide, his teeth flashing evilly. “Is that understood?”
I want to cry. I want to scream. Instead, I’m just frozen to the spot, the nausea creeping up inside of me.
“So, soon, Tempest,” he hisses. “I will take what I want. Now get the fuck out of my classroom.”
I’m barely aware of moving past him and opening the door, until I”m running down the halls, the tears streaming down my face.
12
Christian
She’s not by my Range Rover after class. I frown, going to check my phone, until I realize I’ve left it back in my office. I circle through the school on the way back, finding it mostly empty except for a couple of professors still packing up. Mrs. Hinds, the Chemistry professor wishes me a good evening, and a scowling, perpetually pissed looking Professor Hershman mumbles something that vaguely sounds like a goodnight to me as he brushes past me to the parking lot.
But no Tempest.
Finally, I circle back to my office for the phone. Ms. Vitney is already gone for the day, and the lights off. I frown, wondering where the hell my angel is, when I swing my office door wide, and suddenly stop short.
Because there she is, sitting against the edge of my desk.
“Hi,” she says quietly.
“Hey.”
I close the door behind me, crossing my arms over my chest and watching her.
“Sorry I didn’t meet you,” she says quietly. “I just, I mean, it’s just that—”
I think I know where this is going. This is her doubt. This is her questioning how sincere I am, and suddenly wondering if I really am just a dirty old man putting his hands on one of his eighteen-year-old students.
These are all sentiments I’m going to squash right here and right now.
“You think this is just fun and games for me,” I say quietly.
Tempest looks up at me, her eyes red and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Is it?” she whispers, and the look on her face is so damn fragile it almost breaks me.
“No,” I growl. I move right to her, and she gasps as I scoop her into my arms. I kiss her with everything I have, searing my love into her lips with mine until she’s melting against me.
Love.
Because that’s exactly what I feel for her. It is physical, and it is blind lust, but it’s all of that and so much more than I’ve ever felt before, for anyone or anything.
“This is so much more than just that,” I growl, holding her tight. “I want all of you — you and you alone. Not just your body, but all of you.” I kiss her again, cupping her cheeks in my hand and pouring my soul into her.
“Let me tell you something, Princess. In case no one’s ever told you this, you are fucking incredible. You’re perfect, and gorgeous, and so damn sweet and innocent.”
She bites her lip, her cheeks turning pink.
“Well, not so much anymore,” she says, blushing. “Innocent, that is.”
I grin. “Still innocent, trust me. After the shit I’ve seen in this world, you’re the pureness I’ve been looking for. You’re the goodness I need.”
She melts into me, burying her face in my chest and holding me tight.
“I want that too, Christian, but what about what people—”
“Fuck what people think, or what they say,” I growl.
“What about your job?”
I shake my head. “We’ll figure it out. All I know is, you’re everything I’ve always wanted, and I’m sure as fuck never letting you go.”
“Please don’t,” she whispers, kissing me.
“Was this all why you didn’t meet me? Is this what you were worried about?”
She swallows, and her eyes give it away.
“There’s something else,” I say icily, seeing the truth there in her face.
She shakes her head, suddenly looking scared.
“Tell me whats going on, angel.”
“It’s nothing,” she sighs, looking away. “It’s just…”
“Tell me.”
“Professor Hershman, he…”
Every muscle in my body tenses, and my eyes narrow.
“What about Hershman?” I hiss.
“Not me,” she whispers, her eyes lowering and her shoulders slumping.
“Please tell me, Princess.”
She does. She tells me about Amy, and what she knows that piece of human trash Hershman did to her. And by the time she’s done, every single piece of me wants to murder the son of a bit
ch with my bare hands. I realize I’m tensed up completely, every muscle in my body clenched tight and my teeth painfully grinding together as the growl rumbles in my throat.
“I’m going to bury him,” I say quietly, but Tempest’s eyes fly to mine as she shakes her head.
“No, Christian, please.”
“Give me one good fucking reason why,” I growl.
“Because if you went to jail for murder, I’d be lost without you?”
The red mist clears as I bring my eyes back into focus and see her smiling up at me.
“For me, please. Look, I just want to finish his stupid class so I can go to college and away from this stupid fucking town fore—”
The other implication hits us both at the same time, and she stops short, her mouth shutting quick before she opens it again.
“I didn’t mean—”
“I know, angel,” I say softly.
“Come with me,” she breathes. “To Cambridge, I mean, when I go to school.”
I laugh quietly, looking away.
“I just took this job.”
“C’mon, you hate this town too.”
My eyes meet hers, and something clicks inside of me. And it’s not just that this town and this job isn’t really what I thought it was.
It’s her.
It’s her, and knowing that I’d follow her to the ends of the fucking earth, even if it killed me. I don’t know how, but I do know that when Tempest Kensington goes off to school, there’s nothing in this world that’ll stop me from coming with her.
After all, she’s mine. Mine to have, to hold, to protect.
Forever.
I’m kissing her before I know it, pouring everything into the kiss and holding her tight to me. She moans softly, melting into me. The raw need for her suddenly comes rushing up like a wave — like nothing else in this world matters but having her and feeling all of her right here and right now.
It grips me, consuming me, until I’m pushing her back and growling like an animal as I press her against my desk. Blood rushes to my cock, and it throbs rock hard against her thigh. I know she feels it, because suddenly, her kisses become as heated as mine, her small hands clutching me tightly as her breath catches.
I push her back, shoving the shit off of my desk and not even caring as she stretches out like the little temptress she is. Her long blonde hair cascades across my desk, and her green eyes blaze into mine. I move my lips down her neck, and she gasps as I literally tear her blouse open, the buttons scattering.
I have to have her. It’s like the cavemen need to claim her as my own has suddenly come roaring up inside, not to be denied. There's something primal in the way I need to make her mine, right here and now. I need to fill her with all of me, and make her scream until I fill her with every single drop of my seed.
I want to fill her with my cum, and I want it to take. I want the life we create to flicker inside of her, until her soft young belly is swollen with our child.
The thought makes me roar as I tear her bra away, my mouth dropping to her sweet little nipples. Tempest moans, throwing her head back and arching her back as I taste her skin. I move lower, kissing my way down her belly and yanking her skirt and panties off as I move lower.
My mouth delves between her thighs, and she cries out as my tongue slides deep in her little cunt. I growl, the animal roaring inside of me as I taste her perfect, sweet pussy, pushing my tongue as deep as it can go. My thumb rolls over her clit as I move lower, grabbing her ass and spreading her wide as my tongue swirls over her tight little ring. She bucks her hips and moans as I force my tongue inside, fucking her ass with it until the slick sweet juices from her pussy are pouring down my chin and onto my desk.
I stand, tearing my clothes off and wrapping my hand around my cock as I move between her legs.
“Spread your legs, angel,” I growl, stroking my cock. Precum drips from the tip and flows down my cock, making it wet and glistening.
She spreads her legs wide, and I growl at the sight of her pink slit opening for me.
“Hold yourself open for me,” I purr. Her hands move down to the backs of her thighs and when she spreads herself for me, my cock lurches in my hand.
“Just like that, angel,” I groan. I move forward and ease the head of my cock into her slick, wet heat. Tempest cries out, moaning loudly as I push every inch inside of her, never slowing and never stopping until my heavy balls are pressed against her ass.
I look down at this gorgeous little goddess stretched out across my desk, holding her legs wide for me and moaning at the feel of me filling her, and it’s everything I can do not to come right there.
I pull out, only to thrust back in, and her screams fill the office. I do it again, and again, and her cries only grow louder and louder as the wet, slick sounds of us coming together fill my ears. It’s sexy as fuck, but part of me wonders if we’re really the only people left in the school. It’s not that I give a fuck anymore about anyone knowing about us, but the sweet sounds of her pleasure are for my ears and my ears only.
My hands slide up her body, pushing her hands above her head. I growl, holding her wrists above her with one hand as the other moves to her chin. I cup her jaw possessive, gritting my teeth as I bury my cock in her slick, impossibly tight little pussy again and again. My thumb trails over her lips.
“Open your mouth, angel,” I growl.
She does, and I slip my thumb inside.
“Suck, baby girl,” I purr. “Be a good little bad girl and suck my thumb like you’re swallowing my cock. Suck it while I stretch your little pussy wide and make you come all over my balls.”
Tempest moans like a banshee as she opens her lips and hungrily sucks my thumb inside. She slurps on it, swirling her tongue around it as I pound her little body hard with my thickness. I can feel her juices pouring down my shaft and over my balls, coating her thighs and my desk. I only fuck her hard, gritting my teeth as her tight little slit milks every inch of my cock, like it’s sucking the cum from me.
She moans wildly around the thumb in her mouth, sucking on it and pulling off to run her tongue over it like she’s giving the dirtiest, sloppiest, hottest blowjob in the history of the world. It’s enough to get my balls twitching, the need to fill her almost overwhelming.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” I growl.
“I want it,” she moans, bucking her hips to meet my deep, powerful thrusts. “I want to feel you shoot it inside of me and fill me with it.”
“Such a dirty little girl,” I groan, grunting as her pussy ripples around my cock. “Begging for your Headmaster’s cum like a little cum slut.”
She cries out, her body clenching tight in a way that tells me she loves it when I talk to her like this.
“What a bad girl, begging a much older man to fill her little cunt with his cum.” I grunt, slamming my cock as she cries out.
“You want me to fill your eighteen-year-old womb with my cum, don’t you? You want me to fill you with my seed and knock you up and make you swollen with child.”
Tempest screams as her whole body tenses up around me. I can feel her milking me tight, her small body writhing under me, straining her wrists under my grip and bucking her hips up against me, urging me on.
“Do it,” she gaps, and suddenly, her eyes fly open and lock onto mine.
“I want you to do it,” she moans quietly, biting her lip as the pleasure floods through her.
And suddenly, I know she’s totally serious, and my whole damn heart fills up. I lean down and kiss her fiercely, my cock plunging in and out of her faster and faster.
“I want it so bad,” she moans into my lips. “Knock me up, make me yours. Fill me with your cum and make me big with your child so the whole fucking world knows I’m yours!”
She screams as my cock pistons in and out of her, and as her whole body starts to shake, I know she’s as close as I am.
“Come for me, you bad little girl,” I hiss. “Milk the cum from
my balls with that tight, sweet cunt of yours and come for me, right now.”
She explodes.
She yanks my thumb back into her mouth, wraps her lips around it and screams into my hand as the orgasm slams through her. Her small body tenses up, and her pussy grips me like a velvet vice as she comes for me.
And I can’t hold back. I bury my cock deep inside of her and let go, roaring as the cum explodes out of me. I bury my face in her neck, biting her hard enough to leave marks that people will see as I grind my cock deep inside of her and fill her with my cum.
The world goes dark at the edges and it feels like I just keep fucking coming as I empty every goddamn drop deep in her womb.
Slowly, I can breathe again, and slowly, I lift my head, dragging my eyes to hers.
“Mine,” I whisper.
“Yours,” she says back, her eyes almost near tears before she covers my lips with hers and kisses me.
I take her home after — to my home this time. I bring her to my bed, I lay her back, and I fucking worship every damn inch of her body, for hours. I take her every damn way I can, and when I’m sure there’s no way I can possibly go again, it’s her hot little mouth that brings me back to life and has me taking her once again.
I fall asleep with an angel in my arms, and I sleep harder than I have since I can remember.
13
Tempest
“And remember, those essays on Gettysburg are due Friday, no exceptions!”
I shiver, looking away and avoiding Professor Hershman’s eyes, as I have been all class. I hate him, and I want the world to know what he did to Amy and what he’s threatened to do to me. But I also just want this class to be over with, so I can get going and go to school in Boston.
And I wasn’t kidding — I really do want Christian to come with me. I know it’s silly and such a cliched thing to think for a first love, but I also don’t care. I might be young, but I know what I want, and what I want is him. I don’t know how we’d make it work, but when I get out of this town and away from Thornbull, I want him there with me.