Page 34 of Hello Kitten

“Sir!” I pant.

“Do you want boat-boy to see?” he asks in my ear.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I’m yours,” I moan right before I come, bursting into pieces and slumping against the wall as he keeps fucking me. “I’m yours, Adrian.”

He turns my chin roughly and kisses me through his own orgasm, moaning into my mouth as he stills deep inside me. My thighs tighten as his cock twitches inside me until he sighs and rubs his nose over my throat, to my shoulder. “That’s right.”

I suck my bottom lip, my eyes prickle, not wanting to say it’s only for now. I can’t say it. Can’t make myself say it because I don’t want it to be true. No matter how fucked up it makes me.

Still, when Adrian slides out of me, leaving his cum rolling down my thigh, I don’t feel fucked up. I feel complete.

I squirm as I sit and my sister arches an eyebrow at me, then glances to Adrian, and I can read the question off her face.

Did you two just fuck?

I nod once and she laughs before covering her mouth. I smile and despite Adrian’s look, I just drink more wine.

By the time we get upstairs, I’m drunk, sniggering, and practically stripping myself. Adrian keeps pulling my dress down until we get in the room. I lay down naked and spread my legs for him. “Like what you see,professor?”

“Naughty kitten, teasing me with that title … and this view.”

“Teasing you is fun,” I laugh lightly. “I think about blowing you during class. The way you touch me. How you growl in my ear. I have to do all the reading because I’m too busy thinking about you during class. About how you’d fuck me in front of the whole class on your desk for everyone to see.”

He groans, then comes down on top of me, his lips claiming mine as he spreads my thighs as far as they’ll go. Determined to feel him, I peel the clothes off his body, to touch him this time, to have him the way we both need.

Earlier was just an appetizer compared to what he’s capable of. He’s been giving me bits and pieces since our first night here, but I want the whole thing and I’m tired of waiting.

“No restraint,” I demand against his mouth. “No holding back.”

“I never do with you, kitten.”

sixteen

Isquirm on the day of the wedding as I pull on my dress. I can still feel Adrian inside me. A feeling I can’t seem to erase as all I can think about is him claiming me as his, moaning in my ear, hands running over every inch of my body, again and again until we got to some kind of quiet calm I don’t want to think about.

Because when I think about being in his arms, I’m ashamed.

He’s my professor.

My fucking professor. I even said it while he was inside me. I said, “fuck me harder, professor” instead of “sir” and he came on the spot.

We both know it’s wrong, but now we’re literally walking to my sister’s wedding together. The same sister that knows I’m fucking him, even if she doesn’t know who he is.

I can’t look at him in the elevator. I can’t look at him when we get to our seats for the ceremony. I can’t look at him when my sister comes down the aisle in her huge princess ball gown. When Adrian takes my hand during the vows, I glance at him from the corner of my eyes.

His smile is easy, honest, even if it’s small. But all I feel is anxiety curling inside me. I’ve been using this as a kind of sex vacation while knowing it can’t last. What’s wrong with me? I’m covered in foundation and concealer to hide the marks that Adrian’s left on me and I’ll have to wear it constantly when I get back to campus or Beth will know.

“Stop thinking and pay attention,” Adrian says in my ear.

“You’re the boss at school, not right now,” I say sharply.

He turns and gives me his full attention. We stare at each other when my sister and Mark say, “I do”, but I don’t take back what I said.

After the bride and groom leave, I hurry back to the hotel and slip into the girl’s bathroom.

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