Page 5 of Extracurricular with Mr. Abbot
“Nothing is as good as this,” he snarls, pulling his hips back and thrusting deep inside again. His thrusts are punishing but send my pleasure skyrocketing.
“God,” I cry out as his mouth closes around my nipple. His tongue circles my nipple, and I close my eyes as I try to breathe. It’s impossible, the man is unrelenting.
He rotates his hips and fucks me into oblivion. I’m clinging to him, my fingers clawing at his back as I cry out, wanting more. Needing more. His thrusts are harder, faster, and more brutal than before.
I shatter. I come undone. I cry out his name as I throw my head back in pleasure.
He thrusts once more inside me, burying himself to the hilt before his cock pulses, and he unloads stream after stream of cum inside of the condom.
He pulls out of me, and I wince in pain. Will this always happen? Or will I eventually get used to it?
“The coffee is going to be cold,” I tell him as he reaches for me.
He doesn’t answer, but he presses his lips against mine, his hand tangling in my hair. He takes my breath away, God, the man has complete control over me. I’ve never felt this way before. I could see myself falling for him.
Hell, who am I kidding? I already am.
“You went to Pure Indulgence?” he says as we take a seat on the couch.
I nod as I take a bite out of one of the donuts. I release a moan as the flavor bursts into my mouth.
“Were you queuing for long?” he asks as he grabs one for himself.
I watch in fascination as he takes two bites, and the entire thing is gone.
“That good, huh?” I ask with a smile, and he nods, reaching for another. “There was a queue, it wasn’t too bad, I got talking to a girl there. She seems nice. We exchanged numbers.”
He raises his brow. “You’re good at making connections,” he says thickly, and my body shivers at the tone.
“You’ve got to stop it,” I hiss as I take another bite from my donut. “Don’t use that tone with me,” I whimper.
“What tone?” he questions, looking genuinely confused.
I bite my lip, glancing at him through my eyelashes. I’m wondering how to explain it. “When you use that tone that’s thick, it makes me wet,” I confess.
His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken. “You don’t bite your lip, and I won’t use the tone,” he promises me.
I immediately release my lip, not realizing that I had started to bite it again. “Deal. But to go back to the comment about connections. I don’t usually, I tend to keep to myself. But Anastasia is going to be in the same classes as I am for college, so it’ll be good to have someone with me.”
I watch as his entire body tenses. His eyes widen a fraction. “Erin,” he growls, his tone serious. “Please tell me that you’re not going to be a student at Brightmore.”
I nod, wondering what the hell is going on. One minute we’re happy, and the next, he’s looking at me as though he’s seen a ghost.
He gets to his feet, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck,” he snarls. “This can’t be fucking happening.”
I go to him, putting my hand to his chest, I feel the rapid beat of his heart. I swallow hard as I look up at him. “Christ,” he growls, his hands framing my face. “Who’d have thought that I’d find the woman I’ve been searching for, but I can’t have her?”
I blink, so confused by what’s happening. “Jared?” I whisper. I’m fucking scared.
“Baby, this can’t continue. I’m a professor at the college. It’s against the school rules. I’m so fucking sorry, Erin. If I could, I would be with you, but I can’t.”
My heart shatters at his words. He’s a professor? This can’t be happening. Oh my god. How did this even happen?
He presses a chaste kiss against my lip, before turning and walking out of my door. The front door slams shut behind him, and the sound reverberates around the room.
Tears fall from my eyes as I stare at the door, how the hell did we get here?
He’s gone.
