Chapter 63 Punishing Thrusts
Will’s P.O.V.
The fourth beer can hits the floor with a dull clink, joining the others scattered around my room. The smell of alcohol stays heavy in the air. My head leans back against the headboard of the bed, my eyes staring at the ceiling but seeing only one thing, Iva.
God! Her stupid plan.
I run a hand over my face, dragging it down slowly. How am I supposed to survive this, Professor?
She thinks keeping us apart will make me concentrate on studies, but I don’t think so. It’ll make me go crazier for her.
And how is she planning to live without me? She’s as addicted to falling asleep in my arms as I am to holding her.
And me? I’m already losing my mind. The bed feels so cold, the whole room feels empty, like she took all the warmth with her.
My entire room is untidy. My life, my room, is a mess without Iva.
The phone beeps, pulling me back to earth. I grab it from the table and look at the screen.
It’s a text from Iva. I open it, sighing.
Iva: Love you, Will. I’m sleeping wearing your shirt.
I frown and my fingers tighten around the phone. God, she’s killing me. I type back quickly. I’m so angry at her.
Me: Don’t disturb me with your messages. I’m studying.
Almost instantly, the reply comes.
Iva: I’m going to disturb you like this every night.
I roll my eyes before replying.
Will: Iva, this is a bad plan. I’m coming to your place right now.
A few seconds pass before her reply comes. Just a single sad emoji.
It twists something inside me. I just can’t bear to see her sad.
I start typing again.
Will: Don’t worry, I’m not going to break the rules.
Her next message lands like a quiet plea.
Iva: Please don’t be upset with me. I don’t like it. You’re making it more difficult for me.
She has no idea how much harder she’s making it for me. For us. This unnecessary separation of us is killing us.
Will: I’m not upset with you. I’m just angry at your stupid plan of keeping us apart. Did you forget what your condition was just staying without me for three days?
Seconds later, she replies.
Iva: It was a different situation.
I stare at the screen and my thumb stays over the keyboard before finally typing.
Although, this plan is making me frustrated, I still can’t be upset with her. Because she is doing this for me. I know it’ll be equally difficult for her to stay without me.
Will: Okay. Don’t worry. I’m not upset. Sleep well now and take care of yourself. And don’t forget to take a proper breakfast tomorrow.
Her reply comes instantly with a heart emoji.
Iva: I love you, baby.
My lips lift into a smile.
Will: I love you so much that I agreed to this stupid plan.
Iva: Thank you.
I toss the phone onto the bed and lie down, placing my arm on my forehead.
“God,” I whisper into the empty room. “How am I supposed to sleep without her?”
The next morning, I walk into the classroom and see Iva sitting at her desk.
“Good morning, Professor.” I force the words out as casually as every other student.
No teasing smile. No flirty tone.
She lifts her eyes briefly, giving me the smallest nod. “Good morning, Will.”
That’s it. Two words.
But God, the sound of my name in her voice always does things to me.
The entire time she’s teaching, I can’t stop staring at her. But today, I don’t give her any teasing smile and wink. I’m doing this deliberately, because I want her to break the rules of her own plan.
After college, as I step out of the classroom, my phone buzzes in my jeans pocket. I pull it out.
It’s Iva.
A small smile spreads across my face like always, reading her name.
Iva: Come to the back side of the college. I’m waiting.
I smirk, my thumbs tapping fast.
Will: Sorry. I reached home earlier to study.
Her reply comes a few seconds later.
Iva: Oh okay.
I grin to myself and type back.
Will: I’m coming. I was just teasing you.
When I reach the back side of the college, I find her standing there under the tree, the sunlight catching her hair.
Damn! How can she look so gorgeous all the time? I want to kiss her hard.
As her eyes meet mine, they shine.
I walk up to her slowly. “Is it allowed in your plan to meet like this, Professor?” I ask in a teasing tone.
“A few minutes won’t harm your studies.” She replies, and before I can reply, she grabs my T-shirt, pulls me toward her, and kisses me. First on the cheek, then on my jaw, then finally brushes her lips against mine.
I seize her lips in a rough kiss, not letting her kiss me back, just taking her mouth with mine. I push her back against the tree, pinning her there. My hands capture both of hers and hold them above her head against the bark.
I pull her skirt up slowly, sliding my hand under it. She gasps as my fingers find the edge of her panties and tug them down. My palm lands a firm spank against her bare heat, making her shudder. With my knee, I nudge her legs apart and press my body harder into hers, still kissing her roughly and my grip around her wrists becomes tighter. I want to punish her for every second she kept me away.
I hurriedly unzip my pants and pull my hard dick out before sliding myself deep into her without a warning. I give her hard and punishing thrusts, silencing her screams with my lips.
As I leave her hands, she wraps them around immediately, and I lift her one leg by her thigh and place it on my waist, going deeper into her. I spank her buttocks, rolling myself into her, and my other hand grabs her throat. I’m becoming rougher with every thrust.
Fuck! I want to vent out all my frustration on her. How can she keep us apart like this?
I finally pull away and whisper against her lips, “Get ready to be punished like this whenever we meet now.” My dark eyes are locked on hers.
She smirks breathlessly, her arms still wrapped around me. “God! It’s amazing. I didn’t think my idea would be this pleasurable for me.”
“You’re going to regret it,” I warn.
“I’m ready to regret it for my entire life.” She winks, and I capture her lips again.
God! I fucking love her so much. I love whatever she does.
Later, I drive her to her flat. She unbuckles her seatbelt slowly, her face still flushed from what just happened.
“Don’t forget to study,” she says, slipping back into her professor tone.
“I want to study you, Professor.” I bury my face in her neck.
She pushes me back lightly. “I’m serious.”
“I’ll study. Don’t worry.” I pull her back into my arms, holding her tight. “I don’t want to let you go. I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you more,” she whispers.
We stay like that, lost in each other’s arms, breathing each other in. No words, just our hearts beating in sync. In that moment, nothing else exists.