Page 80 of Wicked Ends
I shook my head, raising my hands to sink them in his T-shirt, my hips writhing and thrusting onto his hand, completely out of my control at this point. We twisted until my back was against the door, locked in a cage of his arms.
“Stop telling me what to do like it’s a done deal.” I arched my back on the door and sent his finger even deeper.
He chuckled. “I’m manifesting, baby, and I’m fucking good at it. I knew you’d be mine since that night at The Clutch, and now… you are.”
I opened my mouth to protest that particular nugget of madness, but it was too late. My pussy was so sensitive, primed for his talented touch, I couldn’t stop the orgasm from rushing over me. He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me as I cried out. His lips were hard and insistent, as if demanding my attention right this second. I came hard around his fingers, forcing me to acknowledge exactly who it was I was coming for.
He groaned and tore his mouth away and leaned his hips on mine, then withdrew his fingers from me carefully. He tugged my panties down a little, enough to angle his pulsing dick toward the gusset. His hand moved quickly, and he came, pumping himself into my panties, his cum landing with perfect aim right inside the thin material. He paused his hand, his cock still pulsing in languid streaks and then finally, dribbles. He pulled himself from my dirty panties and swiped the head of his cock over my mound, wetting the curls there, then drawing away.
“You thought I was going to let you go home without smelling like me?” He cupped my face.
I had no resistance to his touch. After the last few hours, I was overcome, wrung out, and just short of hanging limp from his arms.
“Now, I’ll get you something to wear and take you home. You keep this jersey, and sleep in it from now on,” he instructed firmly.
I tilted my head back and gazed up at him. “You promised you’d stay away. What kind of man can’t keep his promise?”
His playful grin faltered at that statement. He cocked his head. “Don’t try and tell me you don’t feel it, Ari. Don’t be a fucking coward.”
“I can’t continue this while you’re my student. End of the term isn’t that far away. If you want me to take you, and all of this, seriously… then actions speak louder than words.”
He chuckled. “You want me to prove I can wait for you?”
I shrugged and held my breath. I’d had no idea what was about to come out of my mouth before I spoke, but now, the idea ofMarcus waiting for me was all I could think about. Suddenly, it meant everything.
“Yes, I want you to wait for me.” It was too much to ask. I’d be disappointed. I knew it already, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from hoping.
Marcus shook his head a little, incredulous, tucking his cock back into his shorts. I was sure none of his fangirls had ever asked for something so ridiculous. I was ridiculous. I was about to take it back when he spoke.
“I’ve waited twenty years to meet someone like you. What’s a few more months, Professor?”
Victory filled me, and though I knew I was probably ending this whole infatuation, seeing as it was very doubtful that Marcus would still be interested once the forbidden element was gone, it was what needed to happen, even if the smallest part of me regretted it.
“But, Ari, know this…” Marcus sank his hand into my hair at the nape of my neck and tugged enough to send my head tipping back.
He smiled, and it was deliciously wicked.
“When I wait, which I will… you’ll be mine, no objections, no refusals, no fucking wasting one more second. Got it?”
I swallowed, and he watched the way my throat bobbed, bared and vulnerable to him.
“Sure.”He won’t wait. “It’s a deal.”
He nodded, a triumphant smirk on his handsome lips. Then he reached down and yanked up my soaked, cum-filled panties. They were wet and cool between my thighs.
“So you don’t forget me too soon, Professor,” he teased. “Come get dressed. I’ll see you home.”
Arianna
The next day at school,I was finally able to breathe easy. Marcus had promised to stop his obsession with chasing me, for now. I could stop dreading that the dean was about to walk in and fire me on the spot.
I made it through classes and was heading to lunch with my friends when Sally turned to me and exclaimed, “Oh! That reminds me. Someone called for you.”
“Called where? The school?”
She nodded. “Yep, I guess we can thank Bill’s little viral video for that.”
I paused mid-step. “Who?”
