Finn, Amber - Her Prized Student (Siren Publishing Classic) (3 page)

He grabbed the back of Avery’s hair. “Oh, shit!”

She opened her mouth to make room for his large, hard dick and took it fully in her mouth. She continued to stroke his balls with her right hand as her left hand still stroked the shaft, now increasing the pressure. She could feel the semen inside straining to release. Her mouth matched the rhythm of her hands moving up and down. She took his penis in so far, it reached the back of her throat. When his penis reached the back of Avery’s throat, it was Blake’s undoing.

“Oh, Jesus, Avery, I can’t hold back any longer.”

Avery felt the rush of warm fluid flow down the back of her throat as Blake released the semen that had been just waiting to come out. She continued to stroke his shaft as it shuddered in relief. She decreased the pressure ever so slowly and then gave the head one final flick of her tongue before raising her head.

Blake stared down at Avery in a daze. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve never had a blow job like that in my life. Where in the hell did you learn how to do that?”

Avery smiled. That wasn’t the first blow job she’d ever given, but she knew it was different. She’d hoped he felt it was good, but the best? That gave her immense pleasure. “I was inspired.”

“By what?”

“Not by what, by whom.”

Blake’s eyes darkened with desire. He stood and took Avery with him.

“It’s time we take this to the bedroom, so I can show you how you inspire me.” Avery began to shake in anticipation but somehow found the way to show Blake to the bedroom. He left his shorts on the patio and discarded his shirt on his way up the stairs. As they stood in the bedroom, Blake was completely naked.

“I think you are a bit overdressed, Avery.”

It was now Blake’s turn to undo Avery’s shorts and drop them and her thong to the floor. He raised her shirt above her head and made quick business of her bra. They stood face-to-face, just inches apart, both completely naked but not touching. The sexual tension was so hot between them, Avery was afraid if they touched, there would be an actual electrical spark.

“Now this is more like it. You are so beautiful. I could look at you all day.” Avery closed her eyes. Blake’s words caressed her and stimulated her. Blake picked her up and laid her down gently on the bed. “But touching is so much more enjoyable,” he whispered.

Avery shuddered as Blake’s hand started at her ankle and began its way up her leg, across her abs, cupped both breasts, then stopped at her right cheek where his thumb lightly stroked back and forth. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly and tenderly. Avery whimpered at the tenderness, the beauty of the kiss, and stroked his cheek in return. Blake looked down into Avery’s beautiful blue eyes and smiled.

His right hand now began its travels back down towards her breasts but kept on going. Avery held her breath as he made his way to her vagina, which was already wet and waiting. She spread her legs, inviting his fingers to do their magic. Blake began with his middle finger. He flicked her vulva back and forth, which was so maddening Avery thought she would pass out. She clutched onto Blake’s back, digging in, pressing him to enter her. Begging him. Yet, he didn’t comply, using his middle finger in search of her clit, circling and pressing against her vagina.

“Oh, God, no. This is too much.” Her pelvis pressed up against his hand in invitation to drive against it. Finally he complied. She fucked his finger. Orgasm one.

He then inserted his second finger. Avery gasped in pleasure.

“No rest for the weary, my dear.”

His second finger now scooped further back—deeper towards her cervix, towards the elusive A-spot. With two fingers now working their magic, Avery truly wondered if she was losing consciousness. Her world was hazy. She couldn’t hear Blake if he was talking to her, she had no idea if she was even talking. Jolts of intense pleasure coursed through her body. She thought she could hear herself begging Blake to take her before she lost her mind, but she wasn’t sure. Then finally, she felt the rush. It was almost painful, yet it felt so good. As she struggled to catch her breath, she opened her eyes and saw Blake smiling. It was a mischievous smile.

“You look like you’re up to something,” Avery said cautiously.

Blake reached out and grabbed her hand. He led it down to his engorged penis. “We’re not finished yet. This is just halftime.”

Avery smiled. As much as she enjoyed Blake’s finger bringing her to orgasm, she really wanted his dick. It was so big and felt so good this morning. But this morning was on top of a desk. She wanted to feel him inside her while in a bed.

As is if on cue, Brett didn’t waste any more time and slid his penis into Avery’s pussy. Avery couldn’t think anymore. If she thought she wouldn’t be able to reach orgasm again after the first two, Blake’s cock dismissed the notion. As he rode her back and forth, he filled her so fully, touching every nerve. He reached every spot. Avery wrapped her legs around Blake’s back and raised her pelvis to meet each of Blake’s thrusts. Together they reached orgasm and lay connected to one another for several minutes after breathing heavily and coming down from their euphoric rise. Blake gently wiped Avery’s hair away from her face, gazing into her eyes.

“You amaze me, Avery Jackson, in so many ways. How did I live before you came along?”

“I’m sure you survived just fine, as you will again when you’ve moved on.”

Avery sat up and went to the master bathroom to clean up. Her closet was attached to the bathroom, and she changed into a clean T-shirt and shorts. When she returned, Blake was sitting up in bed. He had retrieved his boxers and shorts from the patio but had only put his boxers back on. For some reason, that pleased Avery. Did that mean Blake meant to stay awhile longer? A lot longer?

“What did you mean by your last remark? What makes you think I’ll be moving on?”

“Of course you are. You’ll be searching for a full-time job, remember? That could be anywhere. The likelihood of it being here is rather small, don’t you agree?”

“Well, sure, but there are a dozen or so colleges and universities in a sixty-mile radius of here, don’t forget.”

Avery had forgotten. This was a dense area for higher education. Blake would be willing to drive that far to stay in the area?

“Is that where you’ll be applying?”

“Of course. They are my first choice—all of them, if that’s possible. I don’t want to leave the area, especially now.”

Avery warmed at the last remark.
Could this really be happening? This feels so right, but it’s too soon. It has to be.

“That would be wonderful. They are all great institutions.”

“Yeah, and if all else fails, I can adjunct at a bunch of them for a while until something opens up.”

“You would do that?”

“I told you. I don’t want to leave the area.”

Chapter Three

Avery was sitting in her brand new office at Cross University. It had taken several weeks, but it was worth the wait. She was given a corner office with two windows that overlooked the center of campus, or the “Crossroads,” as the students liked to call it. It’s where everyone had to walk through, regardless of where they were headed. Four sidewalks that went in north, south, east, and west directions converged at the Crossroads. Each of the sidewalks was lined with beautiful oak trees that told the time of year by the shade of their leaves. It was easy to lose track of time just looking out the windows and watching the world go by. Luckily, Avery didn’t have a problem with self-discipline.

And yet, today, she had trouble concentrating on the pile of essays on her desk and went to stand at her window that had a direct view of the intersecting sidewalks. It was in between classes, so students were headed in every direction on their way to their next classes, backpacks hung over their shoulders. As Avery looked down, one student stood out. She let her eyes focus and realized she had picked out Blake among the hundreds of students walking by. As if he felt her gaze, he looked up and spotted Avery at the window. He smiled and gave a quick salute while continuing on his way. Avery felt her heart skip a beat and her cheeks flush once again.
What is going on here? I’m behaving as though I’m developing feelings for Blake. This simply isn’t possible. It’s way too soon. Isn’t it?
Avery couldn’t tell if he entered the English building or went on past. She sighed and shook herself out of her procrastinating state.
Get a grip, Avery. This is a fling and nothing more, and you are letting it get in the way of your work. Not a good way to make a first impression if you have any shot of getting on tenure track.
That was enough to get Avery back to her desk and down to work. She was halfway through her first essay when there was a knock at her door.

“Come in,” she said without looking up from her essay.

Blake entered Avery’s office and closed the door behind him, locking it as he did. “Dr. Jackson?”

“Yes, can I help—”

Avery finally looked up and couldn’t finish her sentence. Her heart started ramming against her rib cage, and she found it difficult to breathe as she saw Blake standing in her office, looking devastatingly handsome. She tried to recover and walked to her bookshelf to put away the reference book she had been using to check her student’s source.

“I didn’t expect to see you today, Blake. Isn’t this your off day?”

Inwardly, Avery groaned. She just revealed that she knew his schedule. Blake didn’t notice. He was too busy admiring how well Avery filled the short pencil skirt she wore with her suit jacket. He noticed she had taken off her shoes and was barefoot, which was turning him on faster than he could control. He crossed the office and was standing in front of Avery as she turned around after putting the book back on the shelf.

“I came to talk to you about grading responsibilities.”

Blake was inches away at this point. He could see Avery’s chest rise and fall, and her breath was ragged as he stepped even closer.

“The door,” she whispered. “It’s locked.”

Avery closed her eyes and moaned at this announcement. Blake made his move.

He reached up Avery’s skirt and yanked down her thong to the floor then slid his shorts to the floor to join them. He hiked her skirt up to her waist and grabbed both of her hands in one of his own and held them above her head as he slammed his dick straight up into her pussy. He rammed his penis up and down as Avery anchored her feet to the ground to get Blake higher and deeper inside her. Blake bit at the earlobe on her right ear, and the quick pain startled her yet sent tingling sensations down through her upper body that made her shudder. Blake continued to suck and pull on her neck with a hungry fervor. He rode Avery so hard and fast that the walnut-shaped head on his penis slammed into her cervix over and over while his engorged shaft rubbed and teased her vulva. She tilted her pelvis to take in as much as she could. The dual pain and pleasure made her dizzy, and she held on to Blake’s hands as she reached orgasm just before Blake. She opened her eyes to see Blake moan with relief as he ejaculated, his eyes practically rolling back into his head.

He looked down at Avery to see her smiling up at him.

“Jesus, what you do to me. I really did come to talk about grading, but one look at you in that skirt and my penis made all my decisions.” He kissed her then, as if to seal their wild sex, and pulled out of her.

Avery felt empty. Blake was in this for the sex. So why did this disappoint her? She should be, too. Her reaction confirmed that her heart had been engaged. What was she going to do now? Blake was charming, intelligent, good-looking, and they were obviously good in bed together. She could either continue to enjoy his attention and risk deeper attachment and possibly even falling in love or end it now.

Not realizing she hadn’t moved yet, she jumped when Blake gently lifted one of her feet through the opening of her discarded thong and then the other foot through the other opening. He then slowly and gently raised it up her legs and put it in place and stroked her butt and thigh in what Avery felt was a loving, non-sexual manner. He lowered her skirt and smoothed it into place. He had already pulled his own shorts into place. He then tenderly stroked her hair and kissed her slowly but deeply.