Beautiful Burn (15 page)

“
I
don’t even have words.” Her chest heaved with small pants as she
came down from her orgasm.

“
Good.
I like leaving you speechless.” I guided her out of the elevator
when it stopped on the ground floor. We locked hands as we walked
across the dark parking lot to my truck. “This is going to be the
longest twenty minute drive of my life,” I grumbled as I adjusted
the erection tenting my pants.

I
drove the entire way back to my apartment with one hand on the wheel
and the other flirting with the hem of Auburn's dress while she
worked my pulsing cock in her hand, bringing me to the edge of
release before backing off, teasing and tantalizing in the best
possible way.

We rushed up the
steps to my front door after eleven and while I shoved the key in the
lock, Auburn's hand dusted along the rough fabric of my pants, making
my cock twitch and ache. I flicked on the lights as she tossed her
bag on the floor and bent to take off a heel.

“
Leave
the heels. Everything else goes.” I shrugged out of my coat as I
watched her with eagle eyes. “Strip for me,” I instructed.

Auburn’s eyes
widened and her chest moved with accelerated breaths. “I need
music.” She snatched her phone and scrolled before a slow half
smile curved her lips. I poured a glass of whisky and settled on the
couch as she dimmed the lights. Perfect. I took a sip of my drink.

Low
base tones rung out in the space before higher notes were added and a
rhythm came out that Auburn began to rock her hips to. She sauntered
to me, fingertips dancing inside the hem of her neckline. She leaned,
inched the fabric down, showing me her cleavage, and then backed away
again. Her hips worked a slow rhythm as her eyelids fell and her
muscles relaxed as she settled into the song.

When
the chorus hit I understood her smile. She’d chosen a heavily
remixed version of Britney’s Spears’
I’m
a Slave 4 U
.
Jesus, she knew how to tango with innuendo. I should have known by
the opening lines of the song,
I know I may be young...
My
cock pounded with the promise of delayed gratification.

Auburn
turned on one heel and reached to the floor, the leather of her
hemline riding up so high on her thighs my cock nearly exploded for
anticipation. I palmed my aching erection when her hips twisted with
the beat of the music and she righted herself. She was slowly pushing
the stiff fabric down her torso, the soft folds shining in the dim
light of the large room. She nearly took my breath away when the
fabric worked it’s way down her hips and revealed not only her
elegant back, but the dip of her waist and the gentle slope of her
hips that melted into the rounded curves of her ass. She unzipped the
side zip enough to let the leather hang loose around her waist. She
turned, her dark hair curtaining around her shoulders in soft waves,
palms barely covering her breasts. Her eyes sparkled and gleamed as
she took me in, pupils flashing from my eyes to my cock and back up
again.

“
Let
me see it,” she whispered when she came close and leaned into my
ear. Without touching me she slid her body in front of my chair and
then turned and bent at the waist, hands around her ankles, working
their way up her calves. When my gaze hit her thighs I chastised
myself for not going straight for the money shot to begin with. Fuck
her ankles.

As
my eyes focused she stepped away, teasing me, not offering up the
only place I wanted to be at this exact moment. I sucked in a long
breath and worked open my pants as she turned and finally grasped
that little glint of metal of her dress and pulled it down the
remaining teeth.

The leather fell
in a heap at her feet, and there my beautiful girl stood in heels and
nothing else. “Fuck,” I grunted as I fisted my cock in my hands
and ran up the length, anxious for this fucking song to end so I
could finally have her.

“
Auburn.”
I muttered as she stepped to me, bent her body into elegant forms I
didn’t know possible, and kept in beat with the music at every
turn. She dipped and was suddenly in my space, her hair curtaining
around both of us, yet our bodies not touching. I inhaled every
breath with her, felt every breath wash my skin, and yet we didn’t
touch. My heart stood suspended, waiting for next. I thought I might
have a heart attack for desire.

“
Yes,
Mr. West?”

Oh, sweet fuck. My
heart slammed to a halt.

I
pushed her out the balcony doors before I could think twice. I turned
her to face the golden glow of downtown, confident that we wouldn't
be seen at this time of night, hidden in shadow. All my synapses
fired at a heightened level, the lust, desire, and need coursing
through my body had my muscles strung tight. Auburn’s hands
clenched around the wrought iron of the railing and held tightly as I
positioned her before the thought crossed my mind that
I
wanted her face. Her eyes.

“
Turn
around.” I grunted and spun her hips. Her hair brushed across my
face and my cock pounded as if she’d touched me with a flame. “I
want to see you.” I informed, pushing her against the wall of the
building.

“
I
want you, right here.” I pinned her against the wall with my hips
and cupped her neck in my palm. My fingertips kneaded and pressed,
made sure she couldn’t get away. There was no lovemaking here, this
was raw, unbridled. Lust, passion, sex, need, and desire to the nth
degree.

“
Fuck
me, Reed,” she murmured against my lips with featherlight breath.

“
I
love when you say that.” With a grunt I impaled her on my cock and
with a hand planted on the wall above her head worked into her. I
sheathed myself in her body and thrust until my thighs burned and my
brain swam with pleasure. She ran light fingertips cross my skin, my
shoulders, my back, tangling it in my hair and pulling when she came.
I watched her beautiful face contort with passion before my own
release blew through my body and left me sated and exhausted. I
collapsed against her, our weight held by the flimsy wall, as we held
each other.

After
a few minutes of silence, a shiver ran up her skin and I chuckled.
“Time to go in?” I tucked into her neck and placed a soft kiss.
She tasted like heaven and hell. Sweetness and sin. Every breath left
me drunk and craving more.

“
Cuddle
with me?” she asked, her voice drowsy.

“
There's
nothing else I'd rather do.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and
carried her in, my slowly softening cock still buried inside her. I
never wanted to leave.

Monday
morning I went to class to find Auburn in the same seat as always,
scrolling through her phone with a bored expression on her face. I
reminded the rest of the class that their final drafts were due on
Thursday, answered a few questions, and then dismissed them for the
rest of the week so they could use the extra time for their writing.
Even though we’d agreed that we needed to keep us on the down low,
I was still a little disappointed when Auburn pranced out with the
rest of the students, sparing me just a wink and a smile.

She didn’t come
over that night. Or the next one. Her grandma was having more trouble
getting around and Auburn was afraid to leave her in the event she
might fall. We texted back and forth often, and by the time Thursday
rolled around I was desperate for her.

Students
handed in their final drafts on Thursday afternoon, some staying to
linger and chat for a few brief moments, others dropping it off with
a smile and nod. A small smile twitched my lips when I saw Auburn
lingering. The students must've noticed that she often stayed after
class, but we’d always done this. This was our thing. If it hadn’t
raised any flags when she was in high school, why would it now?

“
Ms.
Lawrence.” I nodded stately as she approached the desk. Her
beautiful dark eyes rolled back in her head. “You know you didn't
have to come considering you're not turning anything in.” I looked
at her pointedly.

“
Formality.”
She shrugged. “I just wanted to say hi.”

“
I’m
glad you stopped to say hi,” I replied.

“
Been
busy lately?” She dragged a finger along my desk and avoided my
eyes.

“
You
know, the usual stuff. You?” I was playing with her. I knew without
her telling me what she was waiting for. I could read her eyes, see
it in her body language.

“
Good…”
She paused when she reached the corner and looked up at me. “Are
you going to make me ask?”

A wry grin lifted
a corner of my mouth. “Beg pardon?” Her only response was a
narrowing of her eyes. I itched to wrap her in my arms, feel her
against me, but I'd have to refrain until later. “Will you do me
the greatest honor of coming over tonight, Auburn?” I asked,
amused.

“
No,”
She replied and turned her head.

“
What?”
I stuttered, a little startled.

“
I’m
kidding.” She grinned. “I'll see you after dark?” Her chestnut
eyes burned into mine. Burned into my fucking soul. I couldn’t
breathe. Fuck, why couldn’t I catch my breath around her?

“
Can’t
wait.” My fingers itched to touch, to feel. I stood and walked her
to my door, letting my wandering hands drift across the curve of her
bottom.

“
Hand’s
off, Mr. West.” She wiggled her ass with a sexy grin.

“
Of
course.” I replied as I pinched her ass. She yelped, her hands
covering her mouth, eyes wide. My grin spread. “See you later,” I
whispered and opened the door to let her out. She passed me as she
walked out, eyes gleaming and setting my heart on fire.

Auburn
turned up on my doorstep a few minutes after dusk settled into
darkness. Yellow streetlights cast a warm glow over the downtown as I
let my former student into my house, my home. Maybe my heart.

I sensed it
instantly. The melancholy. She turned and the soft glow of lamplight
hit her high cheekbones and hollowed her sockets. It was the first
time I'd seen her look sad. “Hi,” I breathed as I approached her.

“
Hi.”
She nestled into my arms.

“
Everything
okay?” I ran a palm down her dark chocolate hair as she held me
tightly.

“
I
missed you,” she finally said.

“
That’s
all?” I held her at arm’s length and looked into her dark irises.
I sensed there was something more.

“
I
have to go back to school next week,” she finally admitted.

“
Oh,”
I sighed. “It’s that time?” I let her go and walked into the
living room furnished with just one couch. The place was still so
sparse, it looked like a college dorm. I suddenly found myself
wanting to make a home with Auburn. Decorate it and spend holidays
burning the turkey and laughing over lumpy mashed potatoes. I wanted
it all, but knowing how far out of reach it was, how impossible it
was to act on my love for her, felt like razor blades nicking my
heart one slow slice at a time.

“
What
happens then?” She snapped me from my thoughts.

“
I
dunno.” I ran a palm through my hair and tugged on the thick
threads before turning to her. “I have no idea. Let’s go to bed.”
I opened my arm and she nodded, walking into it, before I escorted
her down the gleaming wood planks of the hallway. I settled us in the
fluffy mountains of white cotton and held her close, her leg wrapped
around mine, an arm across my chest, her nose in my neck as she
breathed me in.

“
I
like your hair longer,” she whispered.

“
Thanks.”
I settled further into her.

“
How
are things with Mel?” I could tell she hated to ask. Talking about
it made the divorce real. I hated real. Real punched me in the gut
and made me sick with anxiety. Real left me frozen without a
definitive plan for anything. Fuck real. I wanted this. I wanted her.