Finn, Amber - Her Prized Student (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“Mmm, you’re hungry tonight,” Blake provoked.

Blake moved to her throat and sucked in spots Avery didn’t even know existed, but she could feel herself getting wet already. Blake’s hands cupped her breasts and flicked her nipples until they stood on their own, just ready and waiting for Blake’s mouth. As if on cue, Blake continued to move down and took her entire nipple and areola in his mouth. Avery gasped with pleasure and pain. It was glorious. Blake nipped and sucked and licked with his tongue. He repeated the process as he cupped the other, and Avery actually felt herself starting to come.

“Oh, getting excited, are we?” Blake teased.

He took his free hand from her breast and went to her clitoris. He flicked her clit and helped Avery along to an orgasm.

“Oh, my God, I want you. How long are you going to make me wait?” Avery panted.

“Until you can’t stand it any longer.”

Avery groaned in agony.

Blake shifted and moved his hand to fit two fingers deep in her vagina. He stroked and stroked then circled and pressed against the back of her clit. Avery felt her vagina swell in response. She felt the pressure and warmth build as she rode his fingers in response. Finally, the release came as the pop of her wetness spilled through her pussy. Avery exhaled in broken jags and opened her eyes.

Blake was leaning over her, staring at her intently. “Now you’re ready.” Avery tingled with desire and anticipation with what was still to come. With one single move, Blake grabbed Avery by the hips and flipped her over so that she lay facing the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now, Avery. I’m going to fuck you hard, baby.”

“Please,” was all Avery could get out as she could hardly stand the wait.

Blake lifted her up to all fours by her breasts as his penis slid deep into her vagina where it hadn’t reached before. Avery arched her back, and Blake grabbed a hold of both breasts as he dove deep over and over. The sensation sent shockwaves through Avery’s body. She was the one making demands now.

“Fuck me harder, Blake. Do it. Do it. I want you to fuck me!”

“I’m going to come now, baby.” They both gasped as Blake released and Avery had yet another orgasm. Blake rubbed Avery’s breasts as she started to come down from her euphoria and then shifted to rub her back. He pulled out and she rolled to her back as he fell to the bed on his back. They lay there gasping for breath like fish out of water.

“You’re like a chameleon. So conservative outside this bed, but in it—look out!”

Avery smiled. “Maybe you just bring it out of me.”

“I hope so. I’d hate to think of you like this with anyone else.” This hung in the air as the implication of the statement hit her. “Well,” Blake said as he cleared his throat, “do you think I could hop in your shower before I take off?”

Avery tried to hide her disappointment that he wouldn’t be staying longer. “Sure. I’ll go get you a towel.” She grabbed her robe at the side of the bed and went to the linen closet. Blake banged his head against the pillow in frustration.

Avery returned with a clean towel for Blake. “Here you go. You may use my shower.”

She was decidedly reserved as she showed him to the master shower. She knew Blake didn’t know how to undo the tone he had set by asking to take the shower. So, he just got out of bed and walked to the master bath. Avery climbed back into the bed, still wearing her robe. She turned on the TV and starting flipping through the channels. Nothing interested her, and she finally settled on ESPN. She wasn’t sure why she was so upset, but something in Blake’s pending departure made her feel used and not at all like they were building a relationship.
I thought that was why we planned this evening. Nice dinner, interesting conversation, and then something more than “see you later” after sex, like cuddling or watching TV in bed together—isn’t that how you build a relationship with someone?
Avery sighed. Perhaps Blake was like all the rest after all.

Blake came out of the master bath freshly showered, wearing only his boxers.

Avery raised her eyebrows at this. “I thought you were heading out?” she asked.

Blake climbed into bed beside her and removed her robe. “I changed my mind. It didn’t feel right running out right now, so I thought I’d hang here with you for a while. If you don’t have anything in the morning, maybe even stay the night so we can wake up together?”

Avery smiled wide, not caring that she couldn’t hide her pleasure. She wished she could be one of those women who could be so nonchalant and play it cool, but the truth was she was over the moon at the thought of Blake spending the night, and she didn’t care if she showed it.

“I would love it if you stayed here. I don’t have anything until 1:00 p.m.”

Blake pulled Avery close and stroked her hair as they watched SportsCenter. They lay in bed without talking. Avery longed to tell Blake what she was feeling but was afraid to express herself too soon. So she let him hold her in silence. She closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep.

Chapter Four

Avery wrapped up her lecture and reminded the class of their assignments for the next class. As the students filed out, Leslie Preston stopped at her desk. Blake packed his things slowly to wait for Leslie to finish with Avery.

“Dr. Jackson? Do you have a minute? I’d like to discuss my last paper with you.”

Avery was seated at her desk by this time and looked up to address Leslie. “Sure, Leslie. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I don’t feel this grade accurately reflects my ability. In fact, I feel you have been grading me too harshly this whole semester, and I’d like to know why.”

Avery sighed internally as she looked at Leslie. This was a complaint she heard at least once a semester from a freshman used to receiving higher grades in high school. These students were then often surprised at the higher standards in college and the lower grades that come as a result. Avery explained this to Leslie as she had in the past to other freshmen unprepared for college standards. Leslie, however, unlike the other freshmen, did not accept the explanation.

“Dr. Jackson, I am fully aware that standards change in college, and I feel I have met those standards. However, you do not seem to recognize the merits in my writing.”

At this point, Avery was appalled at the way Leslie was practically demanding that Avery change her grade simply because Leslie disagreed with it, and Avery stood to address her. However, as she opened her mouth to speak, Blake stepped in and was beside her and came to her defense. “Ms. Preston, you forget your place. Dr. Jackson has had years of education that make her an expert in assessing composition. How much education have you had?”

Leslie took a step back, not expecting the assault from Blake. She looked at him and then at Avery and was about to respond when Avery looked at Blake. Leslie thought she looked at him more than professionally. She swallowed her original response and formulated a plan.

“You’re right, Mr. Emory. I apologize, Dr. Jackson.”

Leslie turned and left the room. Avery and Blake turned and stared after her.

“I don’t trust her, Blake. There’s something about that girl.”

“Avery, don’t worry. She listened to reason and realized her mistake. Don’t be paranoid.”

Avery was irritated that he defended Leslie’s actions but brushed it aside as he took her in his arms. Unfortunately, they forgot to draw the shade, and Leslie was in the hall.

Leslie peeked back in the window of the door to see Avery and Blake embrace. “Exactly what I thought. You screwed the wrong the girl, Avery Jackson.”

* * * *

Avery walked into her classroom for the next class meeting with a feeling of dread she couldn’t explain. She looked over at Blake’s seat and saw Leslie sitting right next to him. They were engaged in conversation, and Blake didn’t look up when Avery walked in. Avery’s stomach fell, and the dread she felt deepened.
That girl is up to something. Don’t be silly, Avery. She’s an eighteen-year-old co-ed. Blake is a grown man. He’s just being polite.
Avery shook off the uneasiness and started class. They were doing workshops that day, and she couldn’t help but notice that whenever Leslie had a question, it was when Blake was making the rounds at her group. She also held on to his arm when he looked over her desk at her paper. Avery tried to convince herself she was overreacting but wasn’t very successful at it When class ended, Avery was tied up in knots. Leslie was at Blake’s desk, laughing and touching him every chance she could.

As she left the room, she called out to Blake, “That sounds great, Blake. I’ll see you tomorrow night!” Leslie turned to Avery, smiled, and left the classroom.

Blake came to Avery’s desk as she was packing her briefcase. “Are you ready to go?”

“I’m going home. I don’t feel well,” Avery said tightly.

“What’s wrong? You sound upset.”

“Since when do my students call you Blake?” Avery couldn’t resist asking.

“Oh, that? Yeah, I’ll have to address that with her. I didn’t give her permission to do that.”

“Yes, we wouldn’t want to set a precedent with the other students. Perhaps you could address it with her when she comes to your place?” Avery snapped.

“Why are you getting so angry? It’s just a tutoring session,” Blake responded.

“We have a writing center for that. Our master’s candidates get paid to do that very thing. Don’t you see what she is doing? She is trying to make me jealous,” Avery fired back.

Blake laughed. “That’s ridiculous! She doesn’t even know about us. Nobody does! She doesn’t have a reason to make you jealous. If you are getting jealous, that is your own doing. But I am telling you right now, there is nothing to get jealous about. I do not have any feelings for Leslie Preston.”

Avery began to relax. “Are you sure? She’s very pretty.”

“Well, you’re beautiful. Let’s go.”

* * * *

Avery and Blake could barely get through the door of her bedroom as they groped at one another’s clothes, pulling them off as quickly as they could. They fell on the bed naked, Blake on the bottom. Avery placed both hands on his cheeks and kissed him deeply, plunging her tongue in and out of his mouth. Blake ran his hands up and down her back and through her hair. Avery sat up and smiled. She shifted down as she began kissing his neck and chest. She slowly stroked her hand down the length of his body and ended at Blake’s swollen penis. She cupped his balls then worked her way up to encircle the shaft. She began sliding her hand up and down, slowly at first, then increasing the pressure and speed. Blake moaned. Avery could feel wetness gathering in her own vagina and continued her progress down as she kissed his chest, abdomen, then swallowed the now purpled head of Blake’s penis deep in her mouth. She kept her hand on the shaft, stroking, while she swallowed the penis deep into the back of her throat, in and out.

“Oh, lord, Avery. Oh, God.”

He grabbed the back of her head. Avery could feel the semen pulsating in his penis and could feel the orgasm building in her own clit.

Blake was moaning loudly now. “Avery!” he shouted.

And Blake’s release came in warm waves. As it hit the back of Avery’s throat, she took it all in. She now slowly released the pressure on his cock as it quivered through the ejaculation. She continued to rub up and down and ran her tongue around the head. She released his penis and laid it back and gently pulled it out of her mouth. She sat up in a daze as Blake looked at her, eyes glazed over. He sat up and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her legs around him. He then drove two fingers into her wet pussy and began stroking in and out. Avery pressed her breasts against his chest and held on to his neck as she felt herself go limp from the pleasure Blake was giving her. She began to ride his fingers.

“Yes, Avery. Ride me. It’s your turn now. Is this what you want? Is this what you need?”

“I want you,” Avery said huskily.