Page 18 of Life Lessons

Diverting off the main road through a gap in the trees, the lights of the staff quarters on the edge of campus come into view beyond the forest. I remain low, weaving through the foliage until we reach the fence where I finally set her down.

“Wait here for at least ten minutes before ducking through. Go straight to your room and we’ll never speak about this night again.” I pause for a moment, memorising her face in the dimmed lighting, which will no doubt feature in my dreams tonight. It’s odd when she’s quiet and complicit, not that I’m complaining. It’s refreshing and probably the reason my mind has been allowed to wander for so long. Tomorrow she’ll be back to her rude, frustratingly arrogant self, I’m sure.

Pulling the fence aside, I duck through and keep to the edge of the building to not set off the motion-sensored lights. I’m not sure how Little Bird will manage it, maybe she can fly up to her room. The bay window to my bedroom is always left unlocked in case of emergency, so I slide it up stealthily, and then proceed to throw myself inside and crash to the floor in a heap. I roll onto my back, a rumble of laughter bubbling up from deep within my chest. What a fucking night. I could easily fall asleep right here on the floor, but the honey and vanilla scent clinging to my shirt would ensure I woke with a raging erection. The only two options I have are to sate it now, or scrub the smell, feel, and memory of her from my flesh. Option B, please.

Forcing myself up, I kick off my shoes and pad into my bathroom, leaving the door ajar. Switching the shower on and rotating the dial to ice cold, I strip and eye my already hard dick. I refuse to touch it, I refuse to even acknowledge it. The day I jack off over a student is the day I might as well take one to my bed. Not going to happen. The shower is quick, a well-needed douse to my system and soon I’m towel drying my hair as I step back into my bedroom.

“See here’s the thing.” Nightingale’s voice makes me jump. A strangely high-pitched noise leaves me and I jolt to cover myself with my towel, but not before she has a good look from where she’s sitting on the edge of my bed. “You keep saying ‘never talk to me again, we won’t speak of this night again’.” She tries to mimic my voice by making hers all deep, and I don’t appreciate the weird head movement she does, too. I don’t do that…do I? “But everywhere I go, you seem to be there giving me some serious side eye that says you do, in fact, want to see and speak to me again. Maybe more.”

“Keep your fucking voice down, will ya?!” I hiss through my teeth, rushing to close the curtains shifting around my still open window. Once the curtains are closed, the only light pouring in is from the bathroom to bathe her in a golden glow. “And get the fuck out! You’re going to get me fired just by being in here.”

“Thought you didn’t care about this job,” she smirks. Seeing this won’t be a quick boot, I slide the window closed while I try to reason with her. She’s released her hair from its tie, the silky black and blue locks falling around her shoulders. Her cinched waist and long skirt keep dragging my eyes back to her body, my fingers tingling with the knowledge the back of her dress is open. Fuck, no. Absolutely not. Even through my drunken state, I know this is wrong.

“Leave. Now,” I growl menacingly. If she won’t listen, I’ll just have to scare her out. I’m doing my best to cover my torso and everything else, but I can feel my dick rising the longer she sits there, in my space, on my bed, and she’s noticing too. He likes her attention, pitching a tent through the towel in an effort to get closer to her. Slowly standing, Nightingale walks over to the bathroom, pushing down her shoulder straps as she goes. The ink on her arms is illuminated the closer she gets to the only light source, her body wiggling side to side as she pushes the dress down to her waist. My breath catches in my throat, her full breasts and beautifully puckered nipples catching me so off guard, I forget to demand she cover them.

“No problem, Sir. Consider me gone.” She reaches out and flicks off the bathroom light, covering us in darkness again. It’s different to the dirt road though, my senses clouded and my throat dry with the thickness of the air in here. I stand stock still, not knowing where to go or what to say, I just need her out of here before I do something stupid.

A hand touches my bicep and I quickly grab her by the shoulders, pushing her in the direction of the bedroom door. She has to leave, one way or another. In my daze, I forget the door is obviously closed and her back slams into it, my body crashing into hers. She braces her hands on my waist, her nails skating over my skin. Ah fuck, where’s the fucking towel gone? My dick is pushed against her dress, straining to get closer. I hang my head forward, needing a moment to remember why this is a bad idea, but it only serves to bring my lips closer to hers. As soon as her fingers slip into my wet hair and she drags me down for our mouths to meet, I already know I’m a goner.

Every time he pushes me away, every excuse he makes simply pushes me towards him. I can pinpoint every dumb decision I made this evening, and as much as I want to regret climbing in through his window, lowering my dress straps to reveal my breasts for him, or for locking my fingers into his hair and capturing him fully, I know I don’t regret them. The minute our lips press together, I know we’re both gone.

What starts off with just our lips pressing together softly, soon deepens to more. His soft, silky lips press harder against my own, becoming bruising as his tongue sweeps over my lip, demanding entry. Instantly I let him, allowing his tongue to devour me as my own has no choice but to submit and taste as much of him as I can. Initially, the taste of alcohol is overwhelming, but then I start to get that deep flavour that’s all him.

While my hands are busy in his hair, tugging him closer whilst trying to ensure he doesn’t have a crisis of conscience and runs away again. I can’t let him go. His hands that were holding onto my shoulders, pressing me against the door so that I couldn’t move, soon began their exploration of my body. One hand curls up and around my neck, as the other lightly sweeps over the side of my body along my ribs. Once he reaches the side of my exposed breast, I feel his breath hitch just slightly and his hands lightly trace around my breasts.

His mouth leaves mine and I can’t help the little whimper that escapes, but he quickly returns. Only this time, he peppers little kisses along my jawline and down my neck. As soon as his mouth reaches that sweet spot on my lower neck, his thumb lightly sweeps across my nipple. The moan that leaves my mouth is guttural and echoes around the room, filling the air even further with sex and desire. He continues lightly kissing and nibbling across one side of my neck, jaw, and clavicle, whilst on the opposite side, his fingers begin their slow, torturous yet amazing assault on my nipple. Varying between lightly rubbing it with his thumb, and squeezing it between his fingers, the battle between pleasure and pain is like something I have never experienced before and it feels like with every tug of my nipple, it sends an instant signal to my core, heating and dampening my pussy.

Making his way down my neck again with his tongue, this time he doesn’t stop and his tongue flicks across my nipple at the same time his fingers tug on the opposite one. I moan loudly, and the responding chuckle from Jett vibrates across my nipple. I should get angry at the cocky asshole, but he is playing my body like it’s an intricate instrument that only he has mastered. Knowing I need to take back more control, I reach down with my hand and take hold of his hard cock that I can feel pressing against my stomach.

My fingers only just manage to circle around his silky cock and I stifle a groan over how big and hard he feels. I squeeze gently, earning me the moan I’m desperate to hear. I start moving my hand slowly along his length but one of his hands reaches down to stop me. His breath echoes into my ear as he tuts disapprovingly.

“Oh no, Little Bird, don’t even think about running this show. You might not do as you are told in my classroom, but you sure as fuck will do here, now,” he growls against my ear.

Before I know what is happening, he spins me around, and pushes my chest against the hard door. Using his hands he pulls my arms back until they are locked behind me and he’s holding them in place using just one of his big hands. Pulling on my arms causes me to arch my back, which in turn sticks my ass out even further. His free hand shuffles my dress down fully so it falls to the floor. His hand snakes down to my right thigh and my breathing escalates as his fingers skim close to exactly where I want them. Instead of continuing their journey, he lifts my leg and he pulls my dress down, repeating the process with the other leg until he is able to remove my dress and nudge my legs as far apart as he wants them to be. My ass is stuck out with nothing in his way, after I opted for no underwear earlier.

His hand roams over my exposed ass, kneading and stroking my soft skin, while his lips kiss all the way down the curve of my spine. I have never felt so exposed before, yet it doesn’t seem to matter because I’m so turned on.

CRACK!

I hear the sound of his hand making contact with my ass before I feel the delicious sting. I’m getting ready to shout and ask him what the fuck he is playing at, but then his hand gently stokes over the area he just spanked and a moan escapes my lips. The sensation of him soothing the bite is phenomenal and when his hand slaps down on the opposite cheek I was not only ready, I wanted it.

“You have no idea how many times I have wanted to bend you over my desk and spank you like this,” he growls in my ear, and for once, I have no reply.

Fuck, if I had known how amazing it feels, I would have let him.

He continues slapping my ass, alternating between cheeks and making sure his hand soothes the skin straight after. My panting and moaning make me sound wanton and lost in my pleasure. As his hand soothes my ass, I feel his finger lightly sweep across my pussy. Just a very light sweep, almost like it was accidental, which I might have believed the first time. But then his touch becomes more deliberate.

“You like this, don’t you, Little Bird? If I put my hand on your pussy am I going to find out you are wet?” he whispers against my ear. I can’t help the ripple of pleasure that shoots down my spine at the sensation of his warm breath against my skin.

He slides the tip of his finger along my asscrack, over my asshole, and down to my waiting hole. Even just that lightest touch sends shivers of pleasure rippling through me, and I know he knows the answer to his question, which is good because I don’t think I can form words right now.

“Answer me, Abbie. Tell me if you are wet for me,” he says forcefully.

I can’t deny that hearing him use my actual name sends flutters through my stomach. I want to rebel against him, to not tell him what he already knows, but his hand reaches around my body and locates my nipple before squeezing it in a harsh punishment that lets me know I need to reply. The scream that echoes around the room is soon replaced by panting as I take shallow breaths to find the words to reply.

“You fucking know I’m wet,” I shout back, trying to turn around to face him, but his hard body has me locked into place.

His hand returns back to my aching pussy as his finger strokes firmly along the slit, right down to my already sensitive clit. His finger lightly brushes past it, and I push my hips back into his hand, silently begging him for more.

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