Chapter 6: A Taste of my male student 002

“Relax, Miss Bennett,” he says gently, his grip tightening. “Just...relax. Hear me out, and then decide what you want to do.”

I don’t like the sound of that.

Well, part of me does. But most of me is freaking the hell out. But I can’t show weakness, not to him, and not to myself. I have to at least pretend to be calm and in control.

“What do you want, Danny?”

He hasn’t moved his hand from my ankle. His palm is rougher on my skin than I would have thought, and I remember he’s supposed to be a champion lacrosse player.

“So you fucked my dad.” He says simply.

Shiiiiit.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate to discuss with you.”

“I’m not done.”

I suck in my breath. My mind has shifted into high gear, and the wheels are spinning at about 5000 rpm: I could be seriously fucked here. My job, my book, my career...Nothing to do but quietly wait it out, and see how bad it is.

“Sorry,” I say, all honeyed, submissive tones. “Please continue.”

He arches an eyebrow. He detected my deliberate shift in demeanor, the way I addressed him as an equal. Fuck. He knows I’m trying to manipulate him, to placate him.

“So you fucked my dad.” He goes on, gently squeezing my ankle. “Which, in and of itself isn’t that big of a deal.”

Now it’s my turn to arch an eyebrow.

“I mean, I was jealous.” He smiles. “Don’t get me wrong. But not that big of a deal.”

“So why are we having this conversation?”

Now his thumb is tracing the curves of my ankle bone, down to the arch of my foot. As though he knew how sensitive that area was. I have to suppress a little shiver. I try to focus on his stupid grinning face instead.

“You don’t take me seriously.” He says, still grinning.

It’s a child’s complaint, but he doesn’t say it like a child. His voice is calm and composed. It’s just a statement of fact. And it’s true – of course I don’t take him seriously, he’s only eighteen. And a student, for Chrissake.

In fact, I’m trying very hard to remember all the reasons I don’t take him seriously, but his thumb, working in small, light circles on my hot skin, is making it difficult.

“What makes you say that?” I ask, and my voice cracks a little.

He laughs softly, then he lifts my leg by the ankle and puts it down next to my other leg, so they’re resting next to each other on the desk, rather than crossed. Slowly he starts to slide his hand up my shin, letting his fingers dance lightly on the inside of my calf. Each touch releases a little shock that echoes throughout my nervous system, until all of me – all of me – is hyperaware.

This is really bad.

“Because you fucked my dad, and not me.” He says, and looks directly into my eyes.

“You’re a kid, Danny.” I try to say it as gently as I can.

“Bullshit. I’m not stupid. I know you want to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck you.”

I’m speechless. For the first time I can ever remember, I’m genuinely speechless.

He’s staring at me, hard. His hand is still on my shin, and he starts to slide it further, keeping his eyes on mine. I’m still trying to work out what to say when his fingers lightly brush the back of my knee, and I can’t keep my eyes from fluttering slightly. Fuck me, he found a sweet spot, and when I can focus my eyes again I can tell he knows it.

This has gone too far.

“That’s enough,” I rasp, and I swing my legs off of the desk, determined to get some distance between me and Danny. I put my hands on the desk to push away, but he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me up out of my chair, spinning me around and seating me on the edge of the desk before I can say a word. Another beat and he’s standing right in front of me, hands on either side, pinning me in.

“No it’s not.” He grins.

“My sex life is none of your business, Danny.”

I am trying so hard to remain calm. I don’t know if I’m freaked out or turned on or both.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly.”

His hand is still on my wrist. He’s close enough that I can see the sweat in the hollow in the middle of his collarbone, that I can feel his breathing, that I can smell his musk. I can’t help but wonder what he tastes like. He leans in and for a moment I’m afraid he’s going to kiss me, but he brings his mouth to my ear instead.

“I hacked your computer.” He whispers.

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.

“I know about the book. I read your notes.”

He pulls back so I can see his triumphant smile. Smug bastard.

“So?” I say defiantly. I don’t even convince myself. I’m pretty sure I haven’t broken any laws in this municipality, but I really don’t want to find out. I wasn’t planning on the exact location of my research ever becoming public, either. Or my real name.

Apparently I don’t convince him, either. He places a casual hand on my left breast, on top of my thin blouse. Doesn’t move it or anything, just rests it there, gently cupping my tit. My whole body burns.

“Your research is missing an entire demographic, Miss Bennett. Specifically, mine.” He smiles again. He’s just cracking himself up.

“Danny, you’re too young and...inexperienced...”

His thumb brushes over my nipple, and it rises to meet him. I can’t hide how turned on I am any longer. My pussy is pounding, and my panties are wet. I’m pretty sure he can smell me. I know I can.

He leans in to whisper into my ear again. “I’m going to teach you just how wrong you are, Miss Bennett.”

And he squeezes my breast, hard. Just the way I like it.

Oh, fuck me.

He shifts his weight, and moves his leg between mine, kneading my breast the whole time. I can’t bring myself to tell him to stop. I know I should, but my body won’t let me. He moves his hand from my wrist to my waist, letting his thumb drift low for a moment, past the edge of my skirt, and then he’s untucking my blouse.

“Danny...”

He ignores me. His hand trails down the front of belly, and there’s no hiding the rolling muscle contractions that follow in his wake. Suddenly both his hands are on my hips, and then beneath my ass, and with a little movement he’s lifted me further onto the desk. He shifts his hip, moving his leg between mine, and kicks my legs open, pushing my skirt up. For a moment he lets his hands rest on my thighs, and looks directly into my eyes.

Then he grins.

“Danny...” I croak again.

“Shut up.”

And he kicks my legs apart, pushing my skirt up on my thighs, and presses himself against me. I can feel his cock in his uniform pants, and holy fuck, it’s hard and it’s big. My back arches a little and my pussy reaches for more pressure from his cock of it’s own free will. I swallow, hard, and his hand moves up to my face, grabbing my chin and tilting it up to him. He wants me to see his face.

His eyes are dark and bright, his lips smiling slightly, his skin young and smooth. He’s so goddamn sure of himself.

He should be. I want him so badly it’s all I can do to keep still, to keep from jumping him. My whole body feels taut, pulled tight, humming like a lightly vibrating string. He traces the line of my jaw with his finger, and lets his hands drop to my throat, his fingers still doing that light dance. He moves past my neck down to my collarbone, and further, down the center of my chest until he reaches the first button of my blouse.

He gives me a brief smile, and then in one swift motion he’s unbuttoned my blouse. All of it. Next he’s unhooked my front-clasping bra and pushed it aside. Poof, just like that.