Page 90 of The Teacher of Nothing
“What happened with Levi?”
I want to rewind to two minutes ago when we were making out and making up. Not this. Not the reminder of my stepbrother. I can still feel his finger jamming inside me.
“He assaulted me,” I croak out. “The morning after the party.”
Callum’s teeth grind together. “How?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes. You can’t keep this all to yourself, sweetheart. I can’t help unless I know.”
“There’s nothing to do.”
His lips thin at my reply. All I want to do is get back to kissing and touching and—
“Sweetheart,” he growls. “Tell me or I’ll spank your pretty little ass for disobeying.”
A thrill shoots through me. As much as I’d love a spanking from him, I’m aching to go back to being his good girl, even if admitting what Levi did to me is painful.
“He, uh, pinned me, shoved his tongue down my throat, and forced his finger inside me.” I shudder at the memory. “And then Darren walked in, stopping it. Levi hasn’t touched me since.”
“My poor, sweet girl,” he croons, peppering kisses on my face. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
A sob claws its way out of me. “I just…hate that he’s the last thing I remember. No matter how hard I tried to erase it and replace it with you, I couldn’t.”
He kisses me deeply. I stiffen when I feel his hand slide down my stomach to the button on my jeans. His thumb runs over my skin just beneath my shirt along the top of my jeans.
“Can I touch you? I want to make you feel good. Give you something good to remember when you’re all alone with your thoughts and memories.”
Could it be that easy for me?
“Y-Yes. I need you, Callum. Only you.”
I gasp as the button on my jeans pops from its hole and he runs the zipper down. Then, his large, masculine hand is sliding into my jeans and under my panties. At first, the feel of a finger touching my pussy has me panicking, but then I ground my thoughts and remind myself it’s wanted. I want Callum to touch me. His finger finds my clit. He’s gentle, slowly massaging it back to life. Fear and apprehension bleed away to desire. His mouth captures mine and he rubs me until I’m dizzy with need.
“I want you to come and then I’m going to slide my dick into your wet, needy pussy. Why, sweetheart? Why am I going to do that?”
“I don’t know,” I say with a moan, unable to think when he’s rubbing me to ecstasy.
“Because you’re mine. Because only I belong inside you. I’m going to come inside you. Fill you up to the brim with me. My cum will run out of you for the rest of the day. It’s all you’ll be able to think about. Is that what you want?”
Callum erasing all the dirty, wrong parts of what Levi did to me? Yes, please.
“I want that,” I whisper. “Please. I need you and only you.”
He crashes his lips to mine again, intensifying his efforts to make me come. When it finally happens, stars glitter across my eyes, disorienting me. I can feel Callum moving my body and bending me over the desk, and I willingly allow him to mold me to his liking. Cool air kisses my ass as he pushes my panties and jeans down to my knees.
Someone could walk in.
They could see us—him fucking me—and we’d both be ruined. Especially him. This is reckless, yet here we are.
“Get my hand nice and wet,” Callum orders, pressing his palm to my mouth. “I don’t have lube and I need to take you fast.”
I grip his wrist and start licking every inch of his palm. His belt jangles from behind and he shuffles to get his dick out with his other hand. A moan echoes from me when his long, thick erection slides along my ass crack.
I need him inside me.
Badly.
