JUNIPER:
I do not know what happened to Victor, but Hiram took care of him. Lola too suddenly vanished from his class, and I have no clue if that is his doing, but I do not care, because I get to be in his class daily without seeing her. The only other class I have with her is history. Since Rhea is in my history class too, I barely notice Lola.
Today is Friday, and the last day of school-for the week. Sally let Rhea and me off for the weekend because Rhea’s friend is throwing a bash for his party tonight. I should be at Rhea’s place, but I decide to stop at Hiram’s first.
Standing in front of his study, I place a knock at the door.
“Who is that?” His gruff tone comes from behind, causing a smile to form on my face.
“It’s me, professor,” I say in a tiny voice.
“I know it is you, Juniper,” he replies in a flat tone, and I giggle, then pull the door open with my brows drawn down.
“God, you are so boring,” I say as I shut the door, making my way toward the row of bookshelves until I find him sitting behind his desk, looking at some papers.
He drops the paper in hand, leaning back on the chair with his hand, rubbing his temples before he looks up at me. I walk up to him, dropping my handbag on the table, before making my way around, settling in between him and the table, allowing my butt to rest slightly on the edge.
I throw my hands on his shoulders.
“You are so sexy all the time. Frustrated. Angry. Happy. Just sexy,” I say, and the corner of his lips lifts slightly. “Don’t worry, I won’t be here for long, and I do not intend to distract my boyfriend from doing his grown-up things,” I say to him, and a chuckle escapes his lips as he snakes his hands around my waist, pulling his seat closer to plant a kiss on my lower belly.
I cup his face in my hands, leaning in to kiss it, then he presses hard on the side of my waist as I deepen the kiss with a moan, leaving my lips.
“You are not good for me,” he says as I pull away. “I was doing fine before you came in, and all I can think of right now is you.” He pulls me onto his lap as he says this.
His hands travel up my lap, resting at the hem of my skirt.
“I want you right now,” he whispers in my ear, withdrawing his hands with a sigh escaping his lips. “But I cannot,” he adds, and I tilt my head back to capture his face.
“Then let me help you,” I say to him, grabbing his hands and pulling them off my body. Sliding from his lap, I drop to my knees, giving a soft thud.
My hands trail upward, gliding over the firm muscles of his thighs, feeling the way they tense beneath my touch. Every part of him feels stiff as I let my fingers wander higher. It is like he is fighting to hold back.
“Let go,” I whisper in a low voice, causing his breath to hitch as I brush my hand against his crotch.
His head tilts back, a sharp exhale leaving his lips as I press my palms into his thighs, pulling them apart just enough to settle between them. The sound of his breathing fills the room, harsh and uneven, as I reach for his waistband.
I take my time, savoring the way his body reacts, each subtle twitch and sharp intake of breath feeding my confidence. Slowly, I unfasten the button of his pants, the soft pop breaking the silence. The zipper comes next.
When I free him, his length is heavy in my hand. It feels hot in a way that makes my insides curl, and I want him right there, but I have to restrain myself.
A low, guttural sound escapes him as my fingers wrap around him, and I can feel the faint tremor that runs through his body as I begin to move. I keep my strokes slow as I try to tease him.
“Fuck, June!” he gasps as I run my thumb slowly through the pulsating veins on his cock.
Leaning in, I press my lips to the tip of his cock, then shove the entire thing into my mouth, the warmth of my mouth drawing a sharp hiss from him. His hand flies to the armrest, gripping it tightly as I trail soft kisses along his length.
When I take him fully into my mouth, the reaction is immediate. His body jerks slightly, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as his other hand tangles in my hair, not pulling but holding-like he needs something to ground himself. I move slowly at first, letting him feel the heat of my mouth, the pressure of my tongue as I take him deeper, inch by inch.
His moan comes out as a low growl that vibrates through the room. His thighs tense beneath my hands as I brace myself against him, hollowing my cheeks to increase the intensity. I let my tongue glide along his length, pushing him deeper and deeper into my mouth.
One hand moves suddenly, trailing from my hair down to my shoulder, then lower, slipping beneath my shirt. His fingers find my breast, cupping me firmly, his thumb brushing over my nipple, which is rock hard. He pulls away at once, his fingertips brushing against my side before gripping me firmly. He pulls me away, and I gasp softly, my lips flushed and warm as his gaze locks on mine.
“Come,” he commands, and I get to my feet.
In one swift motion, he grips my waist and pulls me onto his lap, turning me so my back presses against his chest. His movements are fast as he pulls my skirt up, letting it hang on my hips. His hands slide down to my thighs, spreading them slightly.
He groans, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he presses me down onto his length. I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder as he fills me completely. His hands grip my hips, guiding me as every nerve comes alive with him deep inside me.
His lips trail along the curve of my neck, leaving a burning sensation.
“You take my length perfectly every single time, like my good girl.” His hoarse voice rings in my head, sending a sensation that makes my stomach tighten.
I grab his thighs, his muscles taut beneath me as I start to move, trying to match his rhythm. His hands slide from my hips to my waist, guiding me into a rhythm that grows faster, more desperate. Each motion draws a deep groan from him, his breath hot against my neck as he buries his face in my hair.
“Every time,” he murmurs, his voice rough and ragged, “you ruin me, Juniper.”
The words send a surge of heat through me, and I press back against him, matching his intensity. His grip tightens, his fingers digging into my skin as his lips find the sensitive spot just below my ear.
The sound of his breath, ragged and uneven, mixes with my own, and I lose myself in the way he moves, the way he holds me like I’m the only thing he’s ever needed. His grip tightens further, his fingers digging into my waist as he takes complete control, guiding me in a rhythm that’s almost frantic. Each thrust sends fire through my veins, his ragged groans vibrating against my neck.
“Juniper,” he growls as the intensity builds, and I feel myself driving to the edge. In that moment, my entire body opens up as I hit my climax, the pressure coiling impossibly tight. My head falls back onto his shoulder, my body arching into him. His lips find the curve of my neck, and his teeth graze it tenderly just as the heat becomes too much to bear for him, and in that moment, I feel it-the warmth of his release in my core. He forgets to pull out.
He grips my hips harder, burying himself deep as he groans my name, his body shaking against mine. But his movements falter suddenly, his breath hitching as the realization dawns.
“Juniper,” he mutters hoarsely, his hands stilling on my waist. “I-”
“It’s okay. I am in my safe zone, and I will take a pill,” I say to him, but this is a lie. I am not in my safe zone, and I am scared to death, but I try not to panic.