Maggie snaps her fingers in front of my face, arresting my attention and bringing me back to the present. I blink at her dumbly. She frowns at me. The class is almost empty, we have another lecture at 3p.m. but people want to go have lunch before coming back. I guess. I spot Claire making her way up to my spot, I tense up instinctively, I haven't heard from or seen her since Thursday and I remember that Maggie told me she was peeping in that day and might have seen something. I don't feel like dealing with her mental bullshit today. Even the blind can see that Zane is uninterested in her. She embarrasses herself in class, pandering for his attention. Maggie follows my eyes and her face twists into a fierce protective glare, Claire ignores her, she comes to a stop in front of my desk and glares at me with an intensity that I might have found funny and childish if I wasn't already very tense. "What do you want?" Maggie asks, her tone sharp and very confrontational. Claire ignores her
Anticipatory, stupid with lust, I am so wet, it is almost embarrassing. How easily my body responds to him. All I need is a look from him, and I am thirsty. Ready. Needy and shameless. Wild. I love it, but it scares me. Who is this girl? Who is this Alex that is so sensual, she is bracing against a desk with her tongue in between her teeth, blind with lust? Zane's huge hands fumble with my jeans for a second, and then he is dragging them down along with my thin underwear, his breathing raggedy and desperate behind me. Even though I am arched, waiting, salivating, his hands on my hips, fondling my cheeks apart, his two fingers slide around my center, softly caressing it, make me tremble.I heard him take a sharp breath as his finger parted my pussy lips, " You have a beautiful pussy" Zane said, and I swallowed hard.I gasp when his finger slide around, playing with my wetness, " I love the way you keep it slightly hairy, like a beautiful garden " he said, and my legs shook.I gasp wh
Zane enters me with one fluid movement, I gasp, I hear his audible exhale behind me, he is so hard and thick inside me, I lose my breath, clenching around his length. "Fuck. Fuck. Alex." Zane hugs me tight, our bodies conjoined so intimately, we could be one body. I can't catch my breath so I resort to breathing with my mouth, embarrassingly loud but it doesn't matter because Zane is holding me tight and doing the same thing. We stay like that for some time. Maybe a couple of seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. I try to remember if I locked the door when I walked in, but it's hopeless, nothing tangible or meaningful comes to mind. The room is not hot but a bead of sweat appears on my forehead, Zane's warm breaths at my ear. Then he starts moving and I am transported to an even higher precarious height where everything is hot and warm and feels too good to be true. My eyes roll to the back of my head, Zane brings a hand to my neck, pulling me back into his hard strokes, choking m
Alex's POV::As I make my way through the bustling campus, thoughts of giving up plague my mind. The overwhelming desire to simply collapse on the sidewalk and regress to a tantrum-throwing five year old consumes me. But then, in the midst of my turmoil, I spot the elusive building I have been searching for all morning.In my haste to arrive early for my first college class, I had overlooked it just ten minutes ago. But now, as I relinquish my hopes of punctuality, I am able to navigate the school map with a newfound clarity and composure. And there it stands before me.The creative writing department building, four stories tall and unassuming, with its stark white and black facade. A path that many great writers have traveled, and one that I aspire to tread myself.I glance down at my phone to check the time, and in a desperate attempt to make it to class on time, I practically sprint towards the entrance. I am incredibly late.This is the moment I have been anxiously awaiting - my f
Zane's POV::"Uhh, shit. Sorry. Sorry," the girl says under her breath as she makes her way down the aisle, looking for a free seat.I don't know what it is about her that arrests my attention; she is not the first student to walk in late today, and frankly, I don't really care. It is the first class of college for most of these kids, so they get lost around campus.But something about this girl and her wet hair sticking to her sweetly beautiful oval face strikes me differently. The closer she gets, the more I am able to appreciate her figure. She is curvy with slim, shapely legs encased in her jeans. An unchecked fantasy of having those legs wrapped around my waist zips through my mind, and I shake my head, more worried about my slipping self-control than aroused."There is a free seat here," I call to her, keeping my tone slightly annoyed so as to mask the confusing riot of emotions running through me as she walks closer."Thank you, Sir," she says, holding my eyes for what feels l
I have to remind myself that he is my professor who is currently very pissed off at me, judging by how dark his hazel eyes have gotten, narrowed at me."What do you think?" He says, leaning further down but somehow managing to keep our bodies an air apart. My body tingles with senseless anticipation."Uhh..." Fuck, I can't say that anymore. It is what started all these in the first place. I bite down on my lower lip. His eyes burn down on the spot I bite and my body ignites with delicious lust because of the unmistakable heat in those dark brown depths of his eyes."Very fucking brave. Interrupting my class and then mouthing off at me like that in front of the class. Quite the nerve." Zane's voice is like liquid fire running down my spine. It doesn't help that he is not moving away. We are standing too close. Is this okay?"Well, you made the whole class laugh at me. I am probably going to be the girl Professor Orion snapped at on the first day of college forever." My cheeks burn at t
Zane Orion 's POV::Alex is seated right in front of me today again. She came early, too. And she has make-up on. It highlights her green eyes in a way that makes it terribly hard for me to look away from her for longer than ten minutes.Since Monday, I have tortured myself relentlessly about my lapse in judgment with the way I coaxed the apology out of her. Crushing her against me like that wasn't something I even planned. I acted without thinking, and that was new and scary for me. I never act without thinking. In all aspects of my life. I know I seemed cocky sure that day, but in reality, I was scrambling for some sanity.I still feel the velvet softness of her skin against mine from two days ago. She smelled like a blend of lavender and coconut. It was intoxicating, holding her against me like that for those few seconds. Everything seemed possible. I was reckless for once in my life, and it felt exhilarating. I felt light. I have done a lot of dangerous reckless things in all thi
Alex's POV::My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I walk down the hallway of the fourth floor where Professor Zane Orion's office is located. I took the stairs here so I can have more time to relax my nerves but here I am, at his door and I feel nauseous with how tightly knot my stomach has gotten.I didn't expect him to pick me as the class assistant. I hoped what happened on Monday was a one time thing but I can't deny that I felt secretly happy that he chose me. He picked me. It felt good.I knock on the door, with my breath hitched in my throat."Come in, Alex." His smooth voice calls to me. How does he know it is me?I know I am playing a dangerous game here but I feel like I am in too deep already to pull out. I have always been attracted to him from afar, before I got accepted to NYU. The fact that he even gives me a bit of his attention makes me dizzy with euphoria. Fifteen year old Alex wouldn't believe it. I can't believe I get to be in the same room as my long time crush a