Poker face, p.6
Poker Face, page 6
I momentarily feel shocked as he sweeps his finger up and down, between my cheeks, his eyes watching me as he continues to tend to my throbbing clit.
“Jesse,” I whisper, a little unnerved.
He takes his finger out of my pussy and then taps my right leg before gently helping me move my leg, so it drapes over his shoulder, stretching me in a different way, allowing his finger to brush between my cheeks easier before he is nudging against my opening and slowly inserting his finger in a place that has remained untouched, until now.
Oh my fucking God!
I feel like I’m going to faint.
The amount of pleasure that I am getting from this is indescribable.
I can’t take it.
It’s too much.
He sucks my clit harder, pushes his finger in deeper, and then I am fucking exploding, screaming out his name, struggling to hold myself up as I free-fall through the most powerful orgasm of my life.
“Jesus, Jesse,” I say as I pant, trying to catch my breath. He doesn’t let up as I turn to jelly, my legs losing their strength as I slide down the wall. He’s still sucking my clit as I go from standing to crouching, his finger now removed from my ass. “Jesse, I can’t… It’s too much…”
I lose the ability to say another word as he rips his mouth away from me and pushes me to the floor before he mounts me and slams his cock inside of me.
I scream and feel him plunge deep.
His lips brush against mine and he growls fiercely, possessively.
My eyes connect with his, and I see the ferocious need inside of him… Need for me… Need for us.
I lift my arms and wrap them around the back of his neck, and I do the same with my legs, linking them around his waist, tilting my hips a little so he hits me even fucking deeper.
The amount of passion between us right now is second to none.
Intense.
Intimate.
All-consuming.
He pounds into me and I meet him each time, our flesh smacking together, echoing off the hallway walls.
His forehead comes to rest against mine and I can feel my walls tighten, clamping around him as I head towards another orgasm.
“You’re mine, Natalie,” he growls out.
“And you’re mine, Jesse.” Tit for tat.
“I fucking love you,” he says and his words are my undoing as I hit the highest peak and convulse around him, squeezing him as he pounds harder into me.
“I love you too,” I say and then it’s his turn to lose control.
He roars, the sweat beading on his forehead.
And when he slows down, he allows us a moment to catch our breath before he places a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“Do you mean it?” he asks, and I place my hands on either side of his face as I look deep into his eyes.
“Every fucking word.” I have never meant anything more.
“How did I get so lucky?” he whispers, now looking at me as if he can’t believe his luck.
“Right place, right time?” I tease.
He doesn’t tease back, instead keeping the intensity that we had a few seconds ago. “You’re special, Natalie, and you’re all mine.”
“Yes I am.”
“Fuck,” he says before kissing me softly, his lips moving against mine.
This man.
He is it for me.
And I am it for him.
There are no rules when it comes to love.
And I love him.
It might seem fast, but I don’t care.
There is no timeframe for what happens in our lives.
We just have to work with what we get given.
And I was given Jesse Marks, and I’m not ever letting him go.
Chapter Thirteen
Jesse
I’ve been walking around struggling with a raging hard-on for most of the morning. I mean, I’m usually composed, but Natalie upped the stakes in bringing me to my fucking knees today.
She walked into class, dressed in a tartan mini-skirt, a white tank top, biker-chick boots and a fitted leather jacket, long silver chains hanging around her neck and dangling between her breasts, her long blond hair curled, her eye make-up more dramatic than usual. She sat at the front, her usual seat, and when the whole class was situated, ready to start the lecture, she opened her legs just enough to show me that she was going commando.
Mother of God.
She’s brazen, forward, and she’s all fucking mine.
So, when I see Drake talking to her outside as I make my way to the cafeteria to grab some lunch, it sets off a dominant need inside of me to drag him the fuck away from her and then throw her over my shoulder and take her into my office, like a goddamn caveman.
I fucking hate Drake. He stinks of money and he thinks that brings him all the power, like it’s his God-given right to walk around the place like he owns it.
I’ve heard stories about Drake, and I have no doubt that they are true. He shows no shame, and I don’t like him near my woman.
I walk slower, wanting to see if he leaves her alone. Her face is screwed up and she’s looking at him like she wants to pummel his face in. That makes me feel a little better at least, but then his hand grabs the top of her arm and you can bet your ass that I am flying across the path until I am standing behind him. Natalie sees me, but she doesn’t let on that I am here.
“You think you’re so fucking special because you’re a Valentine. Pfft, you ain’t worth shit, Natalie. Not you or your fucking parents. I could ruin all of you, and all it would take is a click of my fingers.”
“All of this because I don’t want to get on my knees and suck your miniscule cock, Drake?” Natalie goads him, her eyes full of hate.
“Oh, you better believe that you would be fucking privileged to suck my cock, and one day, you’ll be begging for me to stick it in you, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of taking you in the way that I want,” he says, making me feel fucking sick with his disgusting threats.
“Do you want to repeat that, Drake?” I say, my voice hard.
He whirls around and I see him gulp.
“Professor Marks, I didn’t realise––”
“Oh, I think it’s very clear that you didn’t realise anyone was listening, Drake. I’ll be reporting this to the head, and if I ever hear of you threatening another student, I’ll make sure that you never set foot inside this university again. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” he says, like the little pussy that he really is. He can’t hide behind money forever, and one day he will get his comeuppance.
“Good. Now, go,” I say, my eyes boring into him as he walks away. I wish I were younger, because then I could actually punch the runt.
“You feel better now?” I hear Natalie ask, but I don’t turn around to face her until Drake has disappeared from my sight.
“What the hell was that about?” I ask her.
“It was just Drake throwing his weight around as usual.”
“He does this a lot?” I ask, wondering how many times he’s put his hands on her.
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s Drake, it’s what he does, and he’s pissed because my dad and uncle went to pay his dad a visit because they saw him bugging me last week.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask her.
“Because we hadn’t even really figured out what we were at that point, and to be fair, you can’t do anything because no one is allowed to know about us. If you start getting all up in my business then people will notice, and they will talk.”
She’s got a good point, and fuck if it doesn’t infuriate me that I can’t do more.
If only she wasn’t a goddamn student.
If only I wasn’t her professor.
I am pretty sure I’ll be saying those words until the day she graduates… and maybe after then too because we can’t come straight out and announce that we’re a couple. Doing that would still require an investigation into when our relationship began, and the reality hits me like a freight train.
I stumble back a little, suddenly wondering what the fuck I’m doing.
“Jesse, are you okay?” I hear Natalie ask me, and then her hand is brushing against my arm.
“Don’t touch me where people can see,” I grit out and instantly feel bad because she looks hurt by my words. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”
“Then why did you?” she says as I watch her slip into defence mode.
“I just… I…” I run my hands through my hair and take a deep breath. “I’m just pissed about Drake.”
She eyes me quizzically, like she doesn’t believe me.
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, Jesse… Don’t ever fucking lie to me again.” She turns and walks off, leaving me hanging and wishing that I had handled that conversation differently.
I glance around to see if anyone was watching us, but they’re all too busy talking or eating their lunch as they walk around and find a spot to sit down.
Yesterday we were declaring our love for each other, and today she’s mad at me, and I’m pissed at myself.
I haven’t been in a relationship for a long time, but even I know that I have fucked up here. Lying is a big no-no, I should have just told her that I came to the realisation that we are going to have to hide what we are for a lot longer than I originally first thought.
I need to do damage control, and quick.
Natalie is not a woman that will take being lied to, no matter how small that lie may be.
I didn’t even find out what actually happened between her dad and Drake’s dad. I feel so out of the fucking loop that it is ridiculous.
I don’t want to be on the outside looking in, only catching a glimpse when I am able to.
I’ve fallen hard and fast.
I can only hope that she has fallen as much as I have.
Chapter Fourteen
Natalie
Fucking men.
Who do they think they are?
Trying to intimidate me.
Thinking they can put their goddamn hands on me.
And worst of all, lying to me.
I mean, I expect the worst of Drake, fucking mummy’s boy who can’t deal with anything without the backing of his parents and their money.
But what I don’t expect is Jesse to lie to me. I won’t stand for it, and if he thinks that I am going to sit around whilst he is figuring out what he wants to say, then he’s got another thing coming. I’m not some stupid little girl who will allow him to do that. I respect myself more than that, and he should respect me too.
I make my way to my car, just so I can sit and have a time out for a few minutes, but I don’t make it that far as Sophia comes and steps into line beside me. I keep walking, and she quickens her pace.
“Jeez, who pissed you off?” she asks.
“Fucking Drake.” I can’t tell her that actually it’s Jesse because then I would have to tell her the truth.
“Ugh. What’s the douche done now?”
“Tried to intimidate me with empty threats of sticking his dick in my pussy.”
“Oh, charming,” she says sarcastically.
“Right? He doesn’t seem to get that I can’t fucking stand him,” I fume.
“Oh, he gets it, but he sees you as a challenge,” she says.
“Yeah, I know.” Drake always goes for those who pose a challenge until he grinds them down or does some shady shit to get them on board, but he really did shit out when he set his sights on me.
“He makes my skin crawl,” she says, and I agree with her.
“He’s just a fuck boy that has a tantrum when he can’t get his own way.”
“Mmmhmm.”
We walk in silence as I lap the field instead of going to my car like I had planned.
“You wanna go to Tulip this weekend? It’s been forever since we went,” Sophia says, and I think back to the last time we went out. I can’t actually remember when it was. My mind is so focussed on Jesse that I can’t think straight.
Tulip is the nightclub that everyone goes to on the weekends. It is the hot spot and where you will occasionally see the odd celebrity sitting in the VIP section. It’s also owned by my Aunt Meghan and Uncle Miles and run by their son, Marshall, so I have a free pass to go there whenever I want, and of course I get the VIP treatment when I’m there.
“Friday night?” I ask her.
“Fuck yes,” she replies, the excitement clear on her face and from her jumping up and down on the spot.
“Okay, okay, calm down, it’s just dancing,” I say whilst laughing.
“I don’t care, it’s been ages since we danced and did tequila shots.”
“You’re right, it has been too long since we let loose and had some fun.”
“Well, your head seems to have been elsewhere for the last few weeks,” Sophia comments.
“How so?”
“Well, you haven’t been yourself, you’ve been absorbed in something, I just don’t know what.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I scoff. I’ve only been seeing Jesse for just over a week now, so her claim that I haven’t been present is stupid.
“No it’s not. You have this spaced-out look most of the time, like your mind is somewhere else even though you’re physically present. You mentally check out on me, and I was starting to think that I had done something wrong,” she says, and I stop walking, shocked that she feels like this.
“Sophia, you know that I would tell you if there was a problem,” I say softly, wanting to put her mind at ease.
“That’s what I thought, but really, think about the last time you called me or picked up my calls.”
I think about it for a moment, and again I don’t remember when I last spoke to her on the phone. We used to speak every couple of days even with seeing each other here, so it’s weird that we haven’t chatted by phone, and it’s worrying that I hadn’t even fucking noticed. Christ, I’ve become a woman that is obsessed with everything about a guy, and I always swore that I wouldn’t become that person.
“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling genuinely guilty that I haven’t been there for her.
“It’s okay, we all need our moments, just don’t let your moment go on for too long, I miss you,” she says, getting all soppy on my ass. Sophia is the sensitive one, and I pack the sass. It’s always been that way. “And you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?”
“Of course,” I say with a smile.
“Good.” She smiles back at me and I feel like whatever the hell had shifted between us has returned back to how it was before. I need to think about more than Jesse and his magnificent dick. I have a life, and I won’t revolve it around him.
Everyone gets to that stage in their relationship where they can’t keep away from one another, and they can’t focus on anything but each other, but I’m done with that. I need to be present in all other aspects of my life too.
This would be so much easier if people knew about us.
Roll on graduation. Only another six months to go and then he won’t be my professor anymore. I will be moving on to the next stage of my degree, and luckily, Jesse doesn’t teach the next part.
One day we can be a normal couple, it’s just a case of being patient.
And it’s also a case of him apologising and explaining to me why the fuck he lied.
Chapter Fifteen
Jesse
Out of all of the women that I could have fallen in love with, it had to be a woman that was forbidden, and one that would have me crawling on my knees, begging for forgiveness.
That is me right now.
In my office.
On my knees.
My head between her legs, my tongue buried in her pussy.
I apologised.
I said that I had fucked up because I panicked about something that I already knew.
She made me work for her smile that I adore.
And then she pushed me to my knees and lifted her skirt.
Natalie knows what she wants, and I’m so fucking thankful that she seems to have some sort of addiction to my tongue. I mean, what other woman would command me in this way? Fucking no one. There is no other woman for me. Even if I do end up having my throat slit by her father, it will have been worth it. She’s worth it.
“Jesse,” she moans out as she starts to climb the peak to her orgasm. I suck her clit harder, spear my fingers deeper inside of her, and then I take everything she has got to give.
There is no better sound than her moaning at the mercy of my mouth, hands or dick.
I stand up, licking my lips and the last bit of her pleasure off of me.
“Damn, Jesse, you sure do know how to apologise in style,” she says with a wicked smirk on her face.
“You bring out the feral animal inside of me, Natalie.”
“As long as I am the only woman that brings it out of you.”
“Always. There will never be anyone else. I’m in this for the long haul, baby.”
“Me too,” she says before I claim her mouth with mine and bite her bottom lip. Honestly, she drives me fucking crazy in every way possible.
“Listen,” she says as she places her hands on my chest and pulls her mouth away from mine. “I just want to say that I get that this is going to be difficult to keep quiet, and I know that we have months of secrecy ahead, but it won’t be forever. One day I will be able to hold your hand in public, we will be able to kiss on a park bench while the sun is setting, we’ll be allowed to hold hands whilst walking on the beach during a vacation, and we’ll be able to show everyone that we are for keeps.”
I find her hand with mine and link my fingers with hers before bringing her hand to my mouth and kissing the back of it. “I know, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to rip the head off of another guy touching you.”
“I get that too, but I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.” The sincerity in her eyes nearly has me dropping to my knees again. I’ve never looked into someone’s eyes before and felt like I am looking into their soul.
