LEXIE 

SATURDAY

Waking up in Hunters bed I look to the side of me as he sleeps soundly at the side of me, blinking rapidly it feels like I’m in a fantasy because last night couldn’t have really happened could it? I’d never known pleasure like that before, he’d spanked me like he was begging for it, the heat creeps to my cheeks as I recall the events of the evening in my head.

Turning over, just inches away from his body, I curl up as I glance at the cream covered walls, there’s no character to his room, it’s just natural, generic, not anything that I can see that holds his personality, there are no photos of anything, which I find oddly strange—come to think of it, I don’t know anything about my elusive professor, our whole relationship—if you can even call it that, seems to be based off of sex and drama, a burning question pops into my head, who is Hunter Brooks?

I feel his hand come around my throat, I gasp, “You’re still here.” He whispers, his mushroom head is already pushing against my centre, I’m still soaking wet from last nights antics, he’s thick cock slides inside of me with ease, the moment his cock pushes inside of me, we both gasp, “Oh, fuck.” In unison. Gently he thrusts his hips causing his cock to hit my cervix repeatedly, my head falls back as the pleasure spills from my lips, every touch, every sensation causes an explosion to erupt deep inside of me, I’m still so sensitive from the night before, his hands expertly caress my breasts as he thrusts slowly inside of me, there’s just something so erotic and heartfelt the way he pushes his delicious cock into me, it’s not rushed, there’s no urgency, just pure sexual desire, that sets my soul a light, I felt like I was going to combust at any given moment, pushing my face up, his mouth comes down onto mine, soft, caring, full of want and tenderness, his small thrusts and the way his tongue teases mine, I cry out into the depths of his mouth, allowing him to steal my breath once more.

Hunter had disappeared after our explosive morning activities, we’d barely spoke, but there was nothing new there—the man was an enigma, sitting up on his bed with my knees pulled up to my chest, I couldn’t help thinking if all I was to him was a booty call, after all there was no real indication that he wanted anything more—what was I saying? I’d seen him with another woman then I’d ran back into his arms over a saucy text he’d sent, he wasn’t really having to work for my affection or to rearrange my insides, I was basically offering it up on a plate, with little to no effort and then when he went ghost as I’d come accustomed to, I’d be the one left feeling like shit.

“Hey, beautiful you ready.” I raise my head and see his big smile popping out of the bathroom door.

“Ready for what.”

“Come on.” He laughs.

Getting up from the bed, slowly walking into the bathroom, unsure of what awaited me, the cold tiles instantly make me shiver has my feet come down with each step, crimson rose petals adorn the walkway, looking around there are candles covering the sides of the pristine cream bath that is overflowing with pink and white bubbles, my eyes widen in astonishment.

“You did this for me?”

“Only the best for my girl.” I almost gush, inside my heart explodes, okay Lexie, don’t get carried away I chide myself, but as I look at his boyish smile I can’t help the warm feeling that spreads to my heart, nobody has ever done anything like this for me, nobody has ever made me feel this special, something as simple as a bath and the words ‘my girl’ has me swooning for this delicious, forbidden man who I want to make mine, I smile as I dip my toes into the inviting warm water and sink into the bubbles, the water rocks as I feel him lay behind me, swishing sideways at the abrupt movement, I half expect him to start touching me again, after all it’s just sex right? But he never does, his large hands come across my shoulders massaging, the sweet touch causing comforting groans to fall my lips, “So tense.” He whispers into my hair.

His hands roll across my shoulders, creating a calming soothing feeling that spreads across my entire body, my body inadvertently lays back, feeling his hard body pushed against my back, if I thought I was in heaven that was nothing compared to the feeling of his fingertips running through my hair, he gently pours warm water through my hair, soaking it but being extra careful to keep the water from dripping in my eyes, I feel the cold hit of the shampoo as it comes down on my head, his fingers instantly go into my head massaging the shampoo into my hair, he repeats the process until all the duds have been washed away, his hand comes round my body, soaping my body with his thick orange sponge, in circular movements he soaps up my body, there is something so erotic about the tenderness and care he takes while soaping me up, he doesn’t say a word, just laying back in his arms feeling the warm water encase me like a cocoon, I suddenly feel safe, wanted, loved.

Walking around in hunters shirt is the icing on the cake, I see his eyes roam across my body each time I get up to move, but he doesn’t touch me, whatever thoughts he has in his head stays there, laying by his side as we watch a movie on Netflix, I hear him sigh.

“Is there something wrong?”

“Why would something be wrong?”

“You’re sighing.”

“Everything is perfect Lexie—almost—.”

“Almost?”

“Almost too perfect.”

“Now don’t say that.”

“Why not.” He chuckles.

“Every-time someone says that, something terrible happens.”

“You’re very cynical Miss Mcvay, has anyone ever told you that.” I smile, “Actually, only you.”

Something as simple as laying with Hunter watching a movie felt like the most natural thing in the world, just like what a normal couple would do, but we weren’t a normal couple, we never would be because what we were doing was risky, I didn’t even know his story, but I couldn’t be the reason why his life would be ruined, I wanted him, but I didn’t want that, a small sob gets caught in my throat, I feel the silent tears roll down my face, he cups my chin to meet his gaze, “Hey, what’s all this about?” He genuinely looked concerned which made me feel even worse, the tears just kept falling like the dam had broken, sobs finally broke out, “Please tell me what’s wrong Lexie.” I look up at him with tear stained eyes.

“This—this—is so perfect.” I sob.

“Then why do you look so upset.”

“I don’t want to ruin your life.” I cry.

“Hey, you are one of the only good things in my life, you couldn’t ruin anything Lexie, you’re perfect.” 

“But—.”

“You overthink too much, just live in the now princess,” he lands a small peck on the tip of my nose, “I don’t know what will happen here, but I know I will never regret it, I will never regret you, my whole world changed when you fell at my feet, you made my world brighter, so don’t you worry now.”

God! Could he be any more perfect, I think to myself as I smile back him.

SUNDAY 

The day started with an empty bed once again, I wondered where he could have run off to this time, I could hear the clacking of utensils coming from the kitchen, putting his shirt back across my body, I walked into the room, looking at him he was vigorously whisking something into a steel bowl, I smirked, who knew the hot Professor was domesticated.

“Morning sunshine.” He finally looks up from the bowl.

“Oh, you wasn’t supposed to be up yet.”

“I have a schedule.” I smirk.

“No, smart ass, this was a surprise.” I walk towards him, perching on the kitchen sideboard.

“Oh yes, and what would this be?”

“Breakfast, of course.”

He’s standing there in a black apron that reads, ‘I cook, as good as I look’ his hair is dishevelled but he seems to be in his element as batter splatters, the wall the sides, he even has some dangling from his hair, I try stifle a laugh but I can’t help the girlish giggle that falls out.

He stands with one hand on his hip and another with a whisk full of batter in his hand, “What is so funny, Miss Mcvay.”

This action causes the out roar of laugh to shake out of me even more, slapping my hands on the side my belly shakes as the laughter tumbles out of me, I don’t think it’s ever going to stop until I feel something cold and wet hit my cheek, “Did you just—.”

“What?” He asks innocently.

He flicks the whip and more batter comes hurtling into the air, flying into my hair, dripping down my face, he instantly laughs as he watches it drip down my face.

“Right, that’s it.” He looks right at me with a mischievous grin, “this is war.”

Running round the sideboard into the kitchen, I dodge and duck as he flings more batter my way to slow me down, crawling beneath the table I come up behind him, placing my hand into the bowl, I hold my hand up proudly in front of his face, “Now, now Lexie.” 

“What’s wrong.” I smile as my hand comes closer to his face.

“Don’t you dare—.”

Bringing my hand down across his face, I hear the squelch of the batter as I smear it across his face, “I dared.” I smile with glee.

“That’s it.”

“Uh, oh.” I make a dash for the living room, but I’m too slow, he pours the entire contents of the bowl on top of my head, now I’m a battered mess, the batter runs down my hair, my entire face is coated in batter as it drips down onto the shirt I’m wearing coating my thighs, running towards him he catches me mid-air, kicking my legs as I’m raised off the ground, “put me down.” I scream.

“Put yourself down.” He smiles.

“Hunter, please.” I beg as my batter hands go into his hair.

“What a mess you’ve made my little flour princess.”

“Me, it was—.” He mouth comes crashing down on top of mine, a mix of batter and saliva is the tastiest breakfast I could have asked for, he places my legs around his waist with his batter smeared hands, crashing on top of the kitchen table, his mouth searches mine, his tongue wrestles mine in a mix of want and desire, his hands roam up my thighs as I gasp into his mouth, “Hunter.” I cry out.

His hands are everywhere, the batter mashes against my skin, opening the shirt, his eyes roam across my exposed body, I never think I will get used to the deep gaze he gives me when he looks at me this way, his sticky batter fingers roam across my body, dripping the batter on my bare, wet sensitive pussy, I cry out with each drip as the batter connects with my bare skin, “god you’re fucking beautiful, Lexie.” He gasps as I hear the faint sound of his zip coming down, once again I’m soaking wet for him, this is what he does to me, he barely touches me and I’m melting beneath his touch, his hands slowly comes up my body as his fingers clench around my breasts, taking my nipple into his mouth, I arch my back in response to his tender touch, his body falls on top of mine, I feel his hardness press against my centre, adding pressure as he pushes to gain entry, “Hunter,” I cry out once more as I feel him slide in with ease, his hands come around my waist, digging his fingers into the side of my hips as he pushes my body down, feeling him go deeper inside of me, his throbbing cock repeatedly hits my cervix as I clench around him at the orgasm that rides through my body, “Oh fuck, Hunter, you’re so fucking big,” I cry out, this spurs him on as his hips vigorously clash against mine, his breathing is erratic, I can hear the shallow of his hot breath as he moans in my ear, bringing my legs up and around, pushing my heels of my feet onto his toned ass pushing him further, the way he moved inside of me was almost poetic, tremors coursed through my body, my legs shake as I try keep a hold of hunters body wrapped around mine, the pleasure hits me in waves, “You’re mine.” Are the only words I need to hear as the final rush of my juices spill out meeting his in a clash of pleasure.

The rest of the day is spent getting cleaned up and once again lazily lying together, just listening to his heart beat as my head lays across his chest, I know it’s getting closer to that time and this unforgettable weekend is almost over.

“Want to play a game?”

“What kind of game?”

“I don’t feel like I really know you, Hunter.”

“A game would help with that?” 

“Sure would.” I smile, I look over at him and it’s not the response I was expecting, a frown appears on his face with a look of uncertainty, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“What does this game entail?”

“It’s like truth or dare, but without the dare.”

“So only truth.” He laughs.

“Exactly, so wanna play.”

“Sure, why not.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

“Okay, I will go first, where do you come from?”

“You know you could have just asked these questions—.”

“Ah, ah, play the game.”

“Okay fine, I come from a small village, Clovelly, in North Devon, the views are astonishing, for miles there are picturesque fields with all manner of animals, wildlife on your doorstep, a close knit community that type of thing.”

“Oh wow, a country boy,” I gush.

“Something like that, remember the day I scolded you in my class.” I nod, because I remembered that day all too well, “the boy you were happily chatting with, do you know him?” 

“You mean Blaine? Yes he’s an old friend.”

“That’s it?”

“Are you jealous?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” 

“You are aren’t you, oh-my-god, that’s so cute.” I pinch his cheeks.

“Lexie, don’t start.”

“Hey, this is truth game remember.”

“Truth? You want truth.” I nod eagerly. “The truth is my life is a fucking mess, I’m only here to pay off the mountain of debts I’ve got piling up, this job was basically handed to me as a last lifeline.”

“Oh.” Just like that the dynamic had turned sour, he tips my head towards his, “Truth, I wasn’t expecting to meet you, I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone, the night you fell at my feet—.” I shake my head, “Don’t remind me.”

“Was the best surprise of my life, you were a surprise, I never just wanted one night with you Lexie, how could I? You knocked me off my fucking feet, even when I found out you were a student I knew we’d be here, here where we are right now.”

“You did?” I ask with wide eyes.

“Yes, silly girl, don’t you know yet.”

“Know what?”

“You’re mine, you were mine the moment you fell at my feet, so yes I was jealous, I don’t like other people touching what’s mine,” I just stared at him with eyes full of wonder, “And you Miss Mcvay are my girl.” I smile.

“What about your date?”

“My date?”

“Yes, uh, you know—.”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t.” He smirks.

“Don’t make me say it Hunter.” I hear him sigh.

“I assume you mean Liliana.” I nod. “That was—.”

“Yes?”

“Fuck, that wasn’t a date, it was coffee.”

“So a coffee date?”

“No, shit, it was—you drive me fucking crazy.” I smirk, “I was trying to stop thinking of you and—I didn’t realise it looked like a date, it wasn’t or maybe it was, I don’t know Lexie, but it ended—.”

“So it was a date.” I couldn’t help the sadness that suddenly overtook me.

“It ended with us both—.”

“I don’t want to hear this.”

“Agreeing to be just friends Lexie, we agreed to just be friends.”

“You did, why?”

“Fuck, because I can’t stop fucking thinking about you, because ever since you fell in front of my feet I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, I tried to stay away but it’s impossible, you Lexie, put me under a spell, you drive me crazy, but being with you is the most I’ve felt alive in a long time.

Looking up at him, I wondered if I’d see deceit in his face, you know when you look at someone and you instantly know they’re lying to you, you smile and nod, you don’t tell them you know their been deceitful but deep down you know it’s all lies, but I didn’t see any of that, his kind eyes bore into mine and I melted.