Wednesday (11 page)

“Maybe another position would help.
Turn over.”

“What?”

“On all fours. But lean forward on
your elbows. Ass in the air so I have better access.”

“Tris,” I beg. For what I don’t
know.

I get into position and he growls.
It’s a heady sound that almost makes me feel like I have all the power.

“Shit, Ari.” His hand caresses me
from my neck, down my spine, over my rear, finishing on the back of my legs.  Then
he moves into position – lying on his back with my legs straddling his face.   

“You look so hot like this,” he
says, gripping my hips. “Let me ease you down a little closer so I can have a
taste.”

My head goes light and when I feel
his mouth on me, I’m sure I might pass out. The flat of his tongue glides over
my sensitive flesh, starting at my center all the way to that tiny bundle of
nerves on top.

Flick.

I cry out, careful not to lean
back. I keep my weight forward on my arms so I don’t suffocate him, as I’m
practically sitting on his face. And there is absolutely no room in my thoughts
to be embarrassed about it.

“Quiet now,” he says gently,
pulling away. “This is to help you relax. I want you to feel the pleasure I’m
desperate to give you.”

Flick.

“Feel me and only me.”

Soon, that’s all I can feel as he
nips and sucks and licks. My world – my mind – goes still. He’s all there is. And
when he adds two fingers to the mix, I erupt. It’s too much. The ache in my
core builds; I feel him everywhere. His fingers pumping in and out of me as his
tongue circles my clit.

Then he changes course and it’s his
tongue that pumps in and out while his thumb circles my throbbing bud. That’s
when I fall.

I fall for a long time. 

***

When I come to, Tris has me tucked
in bed next to him. He hand skims the surface of my skin, anywhere he can reach
without disrupting his hold on me.

“Hey, welcome back,” he says
sweetly.

I guess hard and fast has run its
course.

“How was that for you?”

“It was, ah, wow, I don’t know what
to say.”

“You don’t have to say a word. But
I can tell you I enjoyed that immensely. Damn, you were always so beautiful.
Even as a kid. You always had this glow. Always. But now? Jesus. You’re a
fucking fantasy.”

“Right,” I laugh. “Well, I guess
there is more of me to look at now. I never got rid of all the weight after
Cade.”

“Trust me, it landed in all the
right places. I love your curves and the softness here and here and here.” He
skims his fingers over my breasts, hips, and ass. “So feminine. So perfect.”

I lean up and run my palm across
his chest, ready to return his generosity. Craving it, actually.

“My turn,” I tell him.

He shakes his head.

“Let’s save that for next time,” he
says, but I can’t hide my disappointment. “It will give me something to look
forward to. This has been an intense night.”

“Okay,” I say. “As long as you
remember to bring the back-up next week.”

Who was I kidding? It didn’t
matter. Next time, I’ll bring my own damn condoms because there is no way I’m
going to miss a shot at the whole Tristan Green experience.  

***

As it turns out, there is a reason
to miss out on the Tristan Green experience. The fact that he is a big, fat
liar.

The next day, Serena casually asks
me if I’m in any of Tristan’s classes.

“What?” I ask. “I think he’s been
done with school for quite a while.”

“No, dummy,” she says. “He’s a
professor. You didn’t know that?”

“No,” I say. “I didn’t.” 

Sure enough, she’s right. I find
him in his university office a few days later.

“Oh shit,” he says when I barge in.

“You are such an asshole.”

“I was going to tell you, but
you’re so touchy these days, I thought you might think it’s weird that I teach
here.”

“I have to find out from my sister
that you’re a professor at my university, really? That’s where we’re at?”

“Settle down, Ari. It’s not that
big of a deal.”

“Maybe not for you. But how cliché
can I be? First I go after the high school football star and now I’m hooking up
with my professor.”

“I’m an adjunct professor, Aria,”
he says. “And we’re not even in the same school. I don’t go anywhere near
nursing. I’m strictly technology. Are you taking any tech courses?”

“No.”

“Okay then.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell him,
but he just doesn’t get it. “It’s how it looks, Tristan. I’ve given people
enough to gossip about. I don’t need this.”

There it is. I can’t go through
with this no matter how much I want it. We can’t keep our Wednesdays and have
our lives too. Things just don’t work that way.

When Aria says something,
she means it. The whole scene at the school put her on edge. Though I didn’t
quite understand just how much.

I wait at the beach house the
following Wednesday. She doesn’t show.

So I go to her. Fuck it, I’m not
taking this lying down.

I know she’ll be at the library.
It’s her one free evening of the week, and if she’s not letting me get her
rocks off, she’ll be getting down to business in another way.

The library is empty in the west
corridor where she usually barricades herself with nursing books. Her back is
facing me and I can tell just by her posture that she’s tense. She fucking
needs me. Or at least needs my cock.

There, crude and concise. That’s
the way I have to keep it with Aria, because she is dangerously close to weaving
her way in. And I don’t have time for it. A woman. A kid. A sick dad. Teaching.
And securing a V.C. to take me away from the nightmare that is Gulf Bay.

Yet I’d be an absolute moron to let
this good thing we have go to hell.

I move slowly up behind her and
place my hands on her shoulders. She tenses, until I move my mouth to the shell
of her ear. I swear, in that moment, I can feel the stress leave her body.

“You didn’t show.”

“I told you I wouldn’t, Tristan. Or
should I say Professor Green? I’m not going to be that girl again.”

 “Well, since IT is about as far
from nursing as you can get, I’m not sure what you think people will accuse you
of. I can’t give you good grades.”

“Semantics. It just looks bad. I go
back to school and start fucking a professor? That’s lovely.”

“First of all, I’m adjunct faculty.
Second, our arrangement is a secret.”

“I don’t care, Tris. It just feels
sleazy.”

“It’d only be sleazy if I was
asking to see your panties in return for a good grade.”

She tips her head to look up at me.
Her lids are hooded and her breathing becomes labored.

Fuck me. She likes role play.

“Is that what you’re asking?” she
says, her voice rough.

Damn, she needs this.

“Maybe it is.” I go with it. “Let’s
have a look, shall we?”

I sit next to her at the table… waiting. 

She angles her body toward me and
slowly inches up her skirt.

“I shouldn’t do this,” she says.

“If you want a good grade, you
should,” I tell her. “It’s okay. Nobody has to know.”

Aria opens her legs: long, toned,
tan, bare. Inching up her skirt a little more, she flashes me her white cotton
panties.

Shit, if they weren’t sexier than
black lace. So good. Pure. Perfect for our little game.

“If I would’ve known you were
coming for me, I would’ve worn something special.”

“Those are special, Aria.” I place
my hand on her knee. “Now take them off.”

“Here?” she squeaks.

I nod.

She looks behind us.

Thank Christ, it’s still a ghost
town.

Aria proceeds to wiggle out of
them, before placing the white cotton in my hand.

Now, I know it’s crude, but I can’t
fucking help myself. This girl makes me nuts. I put those pure cotton panties
up to my nose and inhale deeply, letting her musky scent wash over me. It’s
intoxicating and delicious and I can’t stop what comes next.

Aria turns toward me again. Her
skirt now barely covering her most intimate bits. She spreads her legs again,
flashing her glistening pussy to me.

“Now what, Professor?” she asks.

“Now we move into that room,” I
growl.

“But –” she starts.

I don’t listen.

I pull her into the study room and
throw a chair up against the door, tipping it under the knob in a makeshift
lock.

“The skirt comes off. Now.”

Aria swallows and it’s almost my
undoing.

When the skirt falls from her body
and pools around her ankles, I follow her lead and get rid of my pants and
boxers. Then I lower myself into a chair in the corner of the room.

“Professor,” Aria says in mock
surprise. She’s enjoying this little game.

“Come here, Aria. It’s time you
learn not to stand me up in this condition, or make me wait.”

She takes one step closer and I
fasten my hands on her hips, lifting her lithe body over me and onto my aching
cock. She straddles my legs easily, letting me sink into her at an excruciatingly
slow pace.

Tight. Oh God, she’s so tight.

“You understand what you did
wrong?” I stay in character, feeling surrounded by her slick heat. I hold
steady, refusing to move yet.

She nods, eyes wide.

“You won’t do it again?”

Aria shakes her head.

Then in one swift movement, I slide
my hand up her shirt and pinch her nipple.

Hard.

“Asshole,” she says on an exhale. But
once again, her body betrays her as she pushes her chest toward me.

So I do it to her left nipple, not
letting go this time.

“Bastard.”

And then I thrust into her.

“Oh my God,” are the next words out
of her mouth, followed by a series of muddled curses.

“That’s what I thought.”

I pull in and out of her tight channel
and the friction is sublime. She meets me thrust for thrust, riding me
recklessly. I know she’s mine to do as I please. And I want to fuck her until
she can’t walk.

But we don’t have time for that.

I turn her around, bend her over
the table, and bury myself to the hilt. She cries out because I’m so deep. And
it is so incredible this way. I pull her shirt up over her head, binding her
arms with it. She has another front-clasp bra on so I pop it open, exposing her
perfectly.

Her moans and cries are pure need.

I ride her harder and harder, until
her inner walls tighten around me in a punishing hold.

When her legs begin to shake, I
reach around and push my thumb on her clit, pounding into her one last time.

She comes brilliantly and I follow
right behind.

I reassemble myself
after what has to be the most sexually thrilling experience of my life. Though
with Tris, it just seems to get better and better.

“Aria,” he groans after we both
come. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to be so rough.”

“I … I ... I.”

Try again.

“What is it?” Tris asks in a voice
so soft, it makes me want to crawl back in his lap again.

He actually came looking for me.
Sure, it was the ultimate booty call, or booty delivery, but he wants me enough
to make the effort and I can’t help but want him too.

“I loved that,” I tell him.

“It wasn’t too much?” he asks
again.

“It was exactly what I wanted and
what I needed. What about you?”

“Baby, you have no idea. You’ve
wrecked me completely.” 

***

The following night, I’m already missing
Tris. Shit, this is what I was afraid of. I don’t have room in my life for
this. I can’t be missing someone when I have so much going on.

As the days pass, our connection grows
stronger and I find myself counting the minutes until Wednesday. But even when
we’re together, I want more from him.

We never talk about the past. Though
every once in a while something familiar will happen and I see a trace of a
smirk cross his face. Like he remembers who we used to be to each other.  A
link that’s beyond sex. And I begin to crave these moments.  

When I see him in public, however,
it’s like we haven’t grown at all. Take our meeting at the store yesterday.

“Here shopping for men, Ari?” he
asked.

“No. What about you? Shopping for a
personality?”

“Very funny, brat.”

“Nice chat, dick.”

I don’t know, maybe this is what we
need to be to each other. Maybe it’s for the best.

Thankfully, I have my family to
keep me grounded.

Tonight, once I get Cade settled
in, Mom makes tea. She always drinks peppermint in the evening. It brings back
so many memories of us cuddled up on the couch watching TV or reading or
playing checkers.

Tonight? She’s suckered me into a
Downton Abbey marathon on Netflix. Serena was never into Mom’s things and God
help our rough-around-the-edges brother. But Mom’s always been a romantic, much
like I used to be.

After a few episodes I see the
appeal.

“Okay, you’re right, this show is
amazing.”

“See, what did I tell you?”

“Matthew is pretty dreamy.”

“He is, but I don’t know, I just
adore Mr. Bates.”

“I can see that. He would be
perfect for you. Where could we find a Mr. Bates in Gulf Bay?”

“I think that ship has sailed, my
dear.”

“Mom, why didn’t you ever date
after Dad left?” I finally ask the question I’ve had for so many years.

“I used to say it was time or you
kids. But truthfully, honey, I was scared. I didn’t think I could open my heart
again because I couldn’t risk it breaking.”

“Are you sorry?” I ask.

“Most of the time, I think it saved
me a lot of frustration and heartache. I think there’s a reason I don’t have as
many wrinkles as a woman my age should have.”