Absolute Lovers (Absolute #2) (3 page)

I was in heaven. Waking up with
Julia this morning had been beyond wonderful. After some closed-mouth kissing,
we got out of bed and she made a quick trip to her apartment to collect the books
and clothes that she’d need while she was staying with me. When she came back
she helped me make breakfast as best she could, and managed to only burn the
bacon a little. In all fairness, it was partly my fault because I kept
distracting her with kisses and “accidental” touching of her breasts. And I may
have rubbed up against her from behind—just a few times. Finally, she
told me in her usual colorful way to either back off or do something about it.
Since she seemed like she was starving, I opted to keep my hands to myself.

I didn't mind, though. Spending the whole morning with Julia
was like opening the door to a whole new world, one that I had been denied
access to before. We were like a real couple: we talked, we ate, we kissed. We
even read the paper together—after she was done teasing me about the fact
that I still got a newspaper delivered instead of reading it online. In a word,
it was perfect.

After cleaning up, I retreated to the living room to read
while Julia worked on a term paper in my office. We had agreed to have lunch
together in a few hours and I was already looking forward to it. The thought
that she was just two doors away made me giddy. She was really staying here!

I started reading and was surprised when the door opened and
Julia sauntered in slowly. She had changed her clothes and now she was wearing
a short, checkered skirt that I remembered seeing on her in class.

I always hated that skirt. Now I actually like it.

The difference was that now I was allowed to look at her
amazing legs and even touch them. I realized with perfect clarity that the
animosity I’d felt for her before was nothing but frustration on my part.

Wow. I always liked her. I just didn’t know it at the
time.

This would be the perfect time to reveal my epiphany to
Julia—
if
I could be certain that she felt the same. Then we’d laugh
at how silly I’d been, and she’d kiss me before telling me that she’d loved me
all along, too.

That wasn’t the reality of our situation, though. I had no
idea if she was developing deeper feelings for me, or was just upset about the
loss of her grandfather. Still, I wasn’t about to let that bring me down. Julia
was here with me now; it wasn’t a dream or a fantasy. I knew she felt
something
for me, because here she was, dressed in a sexy outfit, seeking me out.

Just be cool. Or at least try.

"Shouldn't you be studying?" I asked, lowering my
book. She gave me an innocent smile, walking aimlessly around the room, picking
up objects at random and putting them down again.

"Yeah," she sighed. "I'm just feeling a
little…tense."

"Oh.” I frowned. Maybe I had misread the situation, and
she hadn’t sought me out for sex. “I can give you a massage,” I offered. “I
don’t know if I’m any good at it, but I can try.”

"You will? Thank you," she said softly. My heart
rate sped up when she pulled her T-shirt over her head and removed her bra.

Control yourself. It's not like you haven't seen her
breasts a bunch of times before. Not often in my living room, though. She
should definitely be naked in here more often!

She gave me a smile, unceremoniously dropping the clothes on
the floor before taking my hand and pulling me toward my bedroom. I felt very
unsure about what we were doing. Did she want sex, or did she have tense
muscles? It happened to me all the time, sitting hunched over my computer and
my books.

Inside the bedroom, Julia bent over the bed, and crawled
slowly toward the center. Naturally, my eyes fell on her backside and I gasped
when I saw that she wasn't wearing anything underneath the short skirt. She
looked over her shoulder at me, winking. Then she lowered herself onto her
stomach with her legs spread wide. I could see everything.
Everything.

"Julia," I rasped. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for my massage, of course," she
said.

Her words were innocent, but I could hear the smile in her
voice. She knew what she was doing. I didn’t, not completely, but I decided to
play along, knowing she’d show me what she wanted of me.

"Where are you…tense?"

"You're a smart boy. Figure it out," she
half-laughed, lifting her hips a little to give me an even better view.

I approached her slowly and crawled onto the bed behind her.
I ran my hands up her calves and sighed, feeling her soft, warm skin as I
gently massaged her legs, moving further and further up until I reached the hem
of her skirt.

"H-higher?" I asked.

"Mmm…much higher," she said, sighing as she lifted
her hips off the mattress again. I pulled up her skirt and made an involuntary
sound.

"God, you're so wet," I whispered.

"Because of you," she said.

"Me?"

She rolled over, sitting up on her elbows. "Yes! You're
such a tease. You rub up against me and touch me all morning. You can't just
get me all hot and bothered without following through on it. I was ready to
burst after breakfast and you told me to go study!"

"I…" I was at a loss for words.

I'm
a tease?

Slowly, she placed her hand on her stomach before moving it
up to caress her naked chest.

"I mean, you put on your sexy glasses, and you look all
stern and, I don’t know, intellectual,” she told me.

My eyes had settled on her hand, still touching her breasts
in a sensual way. My mouth went dry at the sight.

“Then you sent me into your office, like I was getting
punished for being bad or something. You have no idea how hot that was, do
you?"

"No," I said in amazement. "It made
you…" I reached between her parted thighs, touching her the way I knew she
liked.

"It made me so fucking horny," she groaned
candidly, lifting up to increase the pressure of my fingers. "I love it
when you get all strict with me.”

“Do you now?” I murmured, wondering when my voice had become
so low and rough.

"Please don't tease me anymore," she begged.
"Make me come."

I loved that she was so confident and sure of herself that
she was comfortable playing a game like this with me. I had no idea that she
had been so affected by my touches this morning, and I certainly didn't know
that I had inadvertently teased her by telling her to go study. I wasn’t sure
what I was doing, but if teasing her had made her this aroused, I figured that
a little more would only add to her excitement.

"I really shouldn't," I murmured, spreading her
wetness around. "You're not behaving like a good student, Ms. Wilde."

"Oh, fuck," she whispered under her breath.
"Please, Professor."

"Well, since you're asking so nicely…"

I pushed two fingers inside her, marveling at her state. She
was
so
aroused. By me!

"Yes!” Her hips bucked up and her legs fell out to the
sides in invitation. “Fuck me, please.”

"I just wanted this to be for you," I said softly.
I hadn't expected this little massage to turn into sex. All I had wanted was to
make her feel good.

"Do it for me, then," she moaned. "I need you
inside me. Please!"

I removed my T-shirt and pulled down my pants and boxers
while Julia rolled over onto her stomach, spreading her legs and lifting up her
hips. The sight of her spread out before me, so eager, made my erection even
harder, and without a second thought I grabbed her hips and buried myself in
her warm, wet heat.

Jesus fucking Christ!

"Fuck…Julia," I moaned. "Is it OK?"

I hadn't given her any sort of warning before entering her
and I wanted to make sure that she was all right before doing anything else.

"It's so good! I love your big cock!"

Masculine pride surged through me at the sound of her words
and I started thrusting eagerly in and out of her. She writhed and moaned
beneath me, calling out a combination of various expletives and my name over
and over. Grabbing her hips, I pounded into her. She cried out even louder and
I stopped, worried that I had been too rough with her.

"You OK?" I asked, pulling away.

"Yes, please don't stop! Harder!"

Harder? I can do harder!

Pushing her down onto the bed, I spread her legs with
unfamiliar roughness, and placed myself in between them.

"You want this?" I rasped. “You need this?”

She shivered and pushed her hips back against me. "Yes,
please fuck me, Stephen!"

I took her like a complete savage while I held her down. It
was incredible. I wanted her to be mine, and claiming her like this felt
unbelievably good. She owned my heart completely and while I was still unsure
of her feelings, there was no doubt that I owned her body in this moment and
she was under my power. The pleasure she was experiencing was because of me and
I wanted it to be like that always.

I noticed Julia moving her hand underneath her body.
Normally, I loved when she touched herself in front of me, but today was
different. Abruptly, I pulled out of her and flipped her over with ease.

"No!” I ordered, noticing the shock on her face as I
hovered above her and batted her hand away. For a second, I wondered if I’d
taken it too far. But then she smiled, opening her thighs.

“I’m so sorry, Professor,” she panted, out of breath. “I
didn’t mean to.”

"You need
my
touch, right?"

"Yes, yes," she agreed, nodding vigorously.
"Please, make me come."

"Anything for you," I breathed, meaning every
word. Moments later, I’d pulled her legs around my head and could only
half-listen to her moans and exclamations as I licked, nipped, and teased her
on the outside while my fingers caressed her on the inside. She came quickly,
bucking up and calling out before relaxing against the bed. But I was not done
yet. Settling her legs up around my waist, I took her again, enjoying the sweet
little moans she made whenever I pushed inside her.

“Does that feel good?” I asked. “You like it?”

She nodded eagerly, pushing against me to get more. I slowed
down a little.

“Can you come again? I want you to.”

“If I…oh, maybe if I touch myself,” she half-laughed.

“Don’t you dare,” I panted, thrusting harder.

“What will you do if I don’t do as you say?” she challenged,
lifting her head up toward me. I gave her a slow, wet kiss, wracking my brain
for an answer to her question.

“What do you think?” I whispered against her lips, having no
clue. I was making this up as I went. I could only hope Julia wouldn’t mind my
inexperience.

"Will you spank me for being bad?"

My rhythm faltered.

Spank her? What on earth have I gotten myself into here?

I gazed at the beautiful young woman underneath me; so
free and adventurous, not at all repressed about her sexuality. She’d mentioned
having dabbled in bondage and even expressed a desire to do those things with me.
She smiled at me and it made my chest ache in the very best of ways. I didn’t
know if I’d ever actually be able to do what she asked of me, but I did know
that Julia loved it when I was vocal during sex and when I took control.

“Anything for you,” I repeated, taking hold of her
wrists to pin her arms to the bed. I started moving again, slowly at first.

“I’ll spank you,” I promised, swallowing her moans
with a kiss. “I’ll tie you up.”

Julia closed her eyes, throwing her head back. Her
mouth was open, gasping as I let go of one of her wrists to touch her clitoris.

“You like this, don’t you?” I panted.

She groaned in response, her hips moving with mine as
I increased both the speed and the strength of my thrusts.

“Such a…a n-naughty student,” I babbled. “Seducing
your professor.” I wasn’t a savant when it came to dirty talk, obviously, but
Julia seemed to like it. Her moans grew louder and louder as I held her down,
taking her with abandon.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ll do anything for you,
anything for you,” I chanted.

“Stephen, Stephen, oh fuck!” Julia yelled, arching her
back.

The moment I felt her come, I lost all control,
grabbing hold of her to chase my own pleasure.
It was wild—savage—and
nothing had ever felt better. My orgasm completely took my breath away and the
delicious contractions that her climax created prolonged mine for what seemed
like an eternity. I was vaguely aware of the fact that I’d roared out her name,
but all I could focus on were the mind-blowing sensations flowing through my
body.

I collapsed on top of her, panting and shaking just like she
was underneath me.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, rubbing my face against her neck.

"Holy shit," Julia gasped. "What the hell was
that, Stephen?"

"I don't know. But I loved it."

"So did I. You were in control, so amazing—"

"Stephen?" I heard a voice calling from somewhere.
My entire body froze. Someone was in the apartment!

"Who the fuck is that?" Julia whispered.

"Shhh," I whispered back, rolling off her.

"Are you OK?”

I recognized the voice and my blood turned cold.

Fuck!

"I'm all right!" I called out, completely
panicked. "Don't come in here! I'll be right out!" Julia quickly
covered herself with the duvet. "It's my mom," I whispered.

"What?!" she shrieked, sitting up.

"Don't worry, she won't come in here," I
whispered, praying that I was right. I jumped out of bed, closed the door, and
started dressing frantically while Julia watched me with an expression that was
somewhere between amused and panicked.