After class Darrel and I made another attempt to work on my chapter. I was three chapters behind and still had no idea what to write about. The only thing I could think about was how much I wanted him.
"Okay, we need to get an outline started," he said, writing some notes in my notebook.
"Sure, notes," I repeated. But sitting in his lap made it hard for me to think about anything other than him inside me. I draped my arm over his shoulder, turning slightly. "Are you sure this has to be done now?" I took his hand off the desk and put it on my leg, just below the hem of my skirt.
He looked at me and smiled. "I'm serious, Carmen. You can't fail this assignment. It's twenty percent of your grade." I heard him, but at that moment I didn't care. We were alone and he had no meetings to go to. "What about a mystery?"
"Sure. I've got a mystery you could explore. How about you solve the mystery of how long it will take you to make me come," I grinned, pulling off my tight white shirt.
He chuckled and lowered his head. "You're so bad. We need to do this first." He sounded serious, but he looked down at my pink floral skirt, lifting it a little. "This assignment is very important," he said, lifting my skirt higher. "Your grade is very important." I smiled as his hand moved slowly up and down my thigh. "I might have to fail you..." He lifted my skirt high enough to see my white lace panties. "Unless you were to prove you deserve to pass."
"And how do you want me to prove that, Mr. Atkins," I teased, opening my legs a little. I bit my bottom lip as I watched his hand disappear in between my legs. He just lightly touched the fabric of my panties, lingering at the crotch of them, moving his finger up and down. "Oh god," I whimpered, puffing out my chest, taking hard breaths.
He licked his bottom lip and rubbed his hands up my legs to my thighs. "I'm sure we can find something," he grinned, his eyes rolling up to look at me. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, gently touching my cheek. His hand followed a path down my neck, over my shoulder blade, to the curve of my breast. He stopped there to play with the strap of my bra, pulling it just a little and releasing it again. Every passing second made me want him more. "I can't stop thinking about you, wanting you," he admitted, slowly tracing the curve of my breasts. The truth was the same for me. I couldn't get the smell of him, the feel of him out of my head. I was afraid of getting too lost in him, but I couldn't help it.
"I want you, Darrel," I breathed, changing my position to straddle him. God he was so hard already, I could feel his dick fighting to break free against his slacks. He grabbed my waist, holding it tight, rocking me a little. I could feel my panties start to stick to my flesh. Before I knew it, he was unhooking my bra, letting it fall in our laps. I moaned hard when he kissed the curve of my breast when pinching my other nipple in between his index and middle finger. I squeezed his hair in between my fingers as he licked around my nipple. Watching his tongue passing over the hardened nub made me wet beyond control. "Fuck me, Darrel," I begged. His eyes rolled up to meet mine as he took my nipple in his mouth. "Oh god," I breathed, rocking back and forth against him as he sucked hard on it, sending me over the edge. He stood up, holding me against him and sat me on the desk, still sucking, lapping his tongue against my nipple. I whimpered in sadness when he stopped to kiss me, pressing his lips hard against mine. His tongue pried my lips open to gain access inside. I moaned around his probing tongue as I sucked on it. I could feel his hand working at his pants, making me moan louder in anticipation of what was coming.
"Turn around," he ordered after lifting me off the desk. I bit my bottom lip and smiled before following his orders. His hand caressed down my back from my neck. "So amazing," he whispered, caressing the curve of my ass and my hips. I felt the fabric of his slacks brush against me as they slid down his legs. I planted my hands on the desktop as he spread my legs open, parting them at my thighs. "Was this in your fantasy?" he asked, following the curve of my ass to in between my thighs. He let out a hard breath when rubbing his hand against my panties. "You're so wet," he whispered, breathing harder as he continued rubbing there. What was happening was more than I could ever fantasize about. The way he touched me, kissed me, explored me like no one else could. "Last night I dreamt of doing just this," he said, lifting my skirt over my ass and gently touched the waistband of my panties. Each passing second made my heart pound against my chest, made my pussy throb for his touch.
"What happened in your dream?" I asked, looking at him over my shoulder. He smiled and pulled at the waistband of my panties, pulling them down over my ass, letting them fall to my ankles. I just stood there and let him reenact his dream. I let out a deep moan when feeling his finger rub along the opening of my pussy. "Yes," I purred when feeling one finger then another slide inside. I rocked back and forth as his fingers fucked me. "God," I moaned. Although I loved the feel of his fingers, I wanted, needed more. "Please, Darrel. Please fuck me," I begged.
He stood me up, holding my body against his, pressing his body hard against my back. "You want me to fuck you?" he whispered in my ear, squeezing my forearms tight as he held me there. "Huh, is that what you want?"
"Yes," I breathed, wanting his dick so bad I could taste it. Before I could utter another word he turned me around and leaned me against the edge of the desk. "Oh my god," I cried from the pressure of his dick forcing its way inside. He held my hips tight as he rocked me back and forth against the desk, fucking me harder than I could stand. My head fell back as he continued his assault on my pussy. The desk rattled and squeaked underneath me. I looked up at him through half opened eyes. I could see the same pain and pleasure I felt in his tensed face.
"God, Carmen," he grunted, leaning forward, holding my hands. "You feel so good," he breathed, taking my hands and put them between my back and the desk, holding them tight as he continued fucking me.
"Harder," I begged in his ear, wrapping my legs against him, holding him tight. "Make me come, Darrel," I cried, feeling my legs weaken around him while our breaths blew hot and fast against each other. "Oh yes," I moaned, coming around him, clenching tight, milking him, and begging him to come with me.
"Fuck," he grunted, digging his chin in my shoulder as he pounded harder and faster. He gave me one last thrust before releasing my hands. "God," he breathed, holding himself over me. I looked at him and smiled before kissing him. "Well, that went very different than my dream," he grinned. "We're never going to get your chapter done if we keep this up."
I looked over my shoulder at my open notebook and shrugged my shoulders. "Guess not," I grinned, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck.
"Like I said, you're going to get me in a lot of trouble."
"If this is trouble, I'll take it." He chuckled and kissed me again before we got dressed.
"Want to get something to eat?" he asked, packing his briefcase.
"That sounds good." I packed my backpack and waited for him at the door. "Oh, I have to stop at my locker real quick. I'll meet you in the parking lot." He nodded and walked toward the parking lot in the opposite direction. I took out my Biochemistry textbook and opened my locker to see a rose along with an envelope inside. "What's this?" I smiled and opened the envelope thinking it was a surprise from Darrel until I opened the letter. It was in Jonathan's handwriting. I would recognize it anywhere. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Darrel wasn't coming. I shook my head and skimmed through the letter. I was so upset the only thing I got from it was that he wanted to talk to me.
He wrote he couldn't stop thinking about me since yesterday. Said that when I helped him with his homework, it brought back memories that made him realize how stupid he was and how he really did care about me. He wrote the words, I love you.
That was the first time he actually said those words and it pained me reading it. I looked at the rose sitting in my locker and wanted to cry. "Why now?" I whispered, wiping away the tears. I took the letter and the rose to the trashcan. I felt my heart racing as I stood with them in my hand ready to throw them out. "Damn it," I huffed before putting them in my book bag. I put the rest of my things in my locker and slammed it shut before making my way to the parking lot.
Darrel was in his car waiting when I opened the door. "Hey, you okay?" he asked as I closed the door without saying anything.
"Yeah, I'm great," I lied, tucking my book bag underneath the seat. "How about we get some ice cream? I've been craving it since yesterday."
He smiled and started the car. "Okay, ice cream it is."
* * * *
I spotted Jonathan in the corner of the ice cream shop with Ken and Andrew. Please don't see me, please, I prayed, lowering my head, trying to hide behind my falling hair. I feared he would see me with Darrel. I guess it was a good idea for him to park down the street to avoid being seen together. Oh, why didn't I go straight home? I thought, looking at the line moving slowly in front of me. I could hear them laughing and all I wanted was the stupid line to move faster, but I had no such luck. "Hurry," I said under my breath, turning my back to them.
"Carmen." Shit, I thought when feeling a hand on my back. I turned and faked a smile until seeing it was Ethan. What were the odds of both of my ex-boyfriends being in the same place, at the same time. "I thought you had a lot of work to do."
"I...I do," I whispered. Well, that was what I told him when running into him in the hall. It seemed like since breaking it off with Jonathan, Ethan was always around. I looked away before moving up in the line. Even though I wasn't with Jonathan I still had that guilty feeling when talking to Ethan. What I should have felt guilty about was sleeping with his brother. "Um..." I had no idea what to say to Ethan. For some reason I found myself looking at Jonathan still in the corner. But this time I saw him look at me.
"What have you been up to?"
