Rule, page 9
“You okay?” He grins.
“Yes. Fine, why wouldn’t I be?” I bite my lower lip. Barefoot and dressed in jeans and a blue T-shirt, he’s so incredibly hot, it’s not fair.
Bare feet. I almost groan because something is really sexy about barefoot guys.
“Black okay?”
“What?” My eyes dart up to his as he pushes off the frame and hands me the mug.
“The coffee?”
As if on autopilot, my hands automatically take it. Closing my eyes, I shake my head.
“Yes, I like it black… I’m sorry, I’m just… I didn’t know where my clothes were, and you were gone, so I thought I should leave, then—”
“You decided to hide?” He laughs, leaning over to give me a slow kiss, and my heart races. My brain screams danger because I need to remember he’s my professor, not someone I can fall in love with.
“How’s my peach pie feeling this morning?” He keeps smiling, and all thoughts of him being my dean fly out the window as I lean into him, waiting for him to kiss me again.
“What?” My eyes pop open, and he laughs. And I learn two things.
One, Dean Powers is a morning person.
Two, he’s got a dimple on his right cheek when he smiles and laughs.
“My pie, it’s got to be sore.” He steps back and motions to his bed. My clothes are neatly folded, and the comforter is now dark blue.
“Get dressed if you want to learn to surf,” he says, leaving me with my coffee and a throbbing wet pussy.
I take a deep breath, trying to get ahold of all these feelings. Not only is he not kicking me out, but he’s going to teach me to surf?
“You know I don’t have a bikini.” I look around his bedroom for a coaster so I can set my coffee down. His room is celery green with dark wood furniture, and I guess the ocean is his art because he’s got a million-dollar view.
“Hurry up. The tide is coming in,” he yells back.
After chugging the coffee, I set the mug on his nightstand and look at my clothes. Even my tiny panties are folded perfectly. Are these clean? Did he wash my clothes? Yep, these are clean. I quickly get dressed, then grab his mug and walk out into the large room. It’s all open. The kitchen is to the right, then the living room, with his couch and TV. But it’s the large windows and that view that make me hesitate.
“Your place is unbelievably beautiful.” He looks up from reading something on his laptop, which sits on his blue granite island. And I have to bite my tongue not to say, and so are you.
“Thank you.” He shuts the laptop. “I inherited it.” He walks over and takes the empty coffee mug from me, his fingers grazing mine, leaving behind invisible red-hot sparks.
Burning. As I wait for him to kiss me, it’s like I have a fever and he’s the only thing that can cure me.
Instead, he says, “Let’s go. You need a bikini, board, and wetsuit.” He reaches around me for his keys.
“Dean Powers…”
Smiling again, he kills me with his next words. “You can call me Brett. You’ll know when I’m Dean.”
He takes my cold hands, and I swallow because I can’t afford all that stuff. My dad literally watches every dime I spend.
“I, look, I can’t… that is, I don’t have money for any of that stuff…” My voice trails off as he walks me over to the couch and points at my shoes and purse.
“Just get ready.” He walks away, and all I can think of is that I’m in way over my head.
BRETT
“Hey, brother.” I grin at Curtis, the owner of the small surf shack where I’m a regular, and pull a reluctant Alexandrea inside.
Her eyes sweep the Hawaiian vibe. You have to duck under the fake thatched roof just to get into the shop. Colorful murals of surfers riding waves fill the walls. Racks and racks of clothes make it like an obstacle course. Boogie boards, skateboards, shoes, anything you could possibly want, and then some, are crammed in here.
“Oh wow.” Alex looks down at the rotting wood floor that’s mostly covered with sand.
“Brett Powers is in the house. ’Sup, bro?” He grins. Curtis is pushing fifty and looks way older. The sun and wind have made his hands and face look like leather, but he’s a true seeker; the surf and ocean are his religion. He’s owned this shop for thirty years and still sounds like a teenager.
“You catch those waves this morning? They were epic, man.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe it.
“I heard.” I grin, looking up at all the surfboards stacked in a long row.
“Pick one of these,” I say to Alex, motioning to the middle section.
“Brett, I told you, I can’t afford—”
“You got a wetsuit that would fit Alexandrea?” Cutting her off, I turn toward him. Curtis’s eyes rake over Alex’s thin form. And I want to kill him, or at least beat the shit out of him.
Curtis is a friend, I remind myself. I roll my neck, hearing it crack as I relax my clenched fist and jaw.
“Dude. Does a bear shit in the woods? Let me grab her one. You like pink?” he yells over his shoulder, his flip-flops scraping on the sand floor.
“Black is fine,” I snap, then take a breath because I need to tamp down this possessive shit.
So she has the tightest pussy? Big deal. She was a virgin, that’s all this is. The racks of bikinis clack loudly as I rush through them, finally stopping at one I can’t help but grin at.
“Put this on,” I say, holding up the black bikini with all kinds of tiny fruits on it, including peaches.
“You’re kidding me?” She rolls her eyes as I walk to her.
“It’s perfect.” I wink.
She tries to fight her smile, and I grab her, spinning her so she faces the full-length mirror. Her eyes are like big glittering emeralds as they blink at me through the mirror.
“What part are you confused about, Dean Powers? I have no money—”
“Dude, you’re in luck. Last one.” Curtis interrupts her tirade. With a grin, I glance at the plain black wetsuit he’s holding.
“Perfect. And we need a beginner’s board.” Dismissing him, I stare at my obsession in the mirror. He stands on his toes, grinning at us like a juvenile. He must get my vibe because he walks away before I can say anything like Keep looking at my girl, and that’ll be the last time you smile again.
What is with me? I’m like the alpha dog that needs to piss on her so everyone knows she’s mine.
Mine.
I shove the bikini into her hand. “You won’t have to pay. You’re gonna steal it.” My voice is low, but not low enough to make it obvious I’m doing something bad. If she had won the lottery, I think she would look less shocked.
“What?” she whispers, her eyes wide open, and my cock, which has been hard all morning, gets even harder.
“I take it by the look on your face this will be your first time?”
“What?” she repeats, her nipples pebbling into hard rocks.
Pulling her back, I rub my erection on her ass. “You know you want to…” I growl in her ear.
“I do not.” She puffs out air; her chest starts to flush.
“Come on, baby… It’s a feeling that can’t be described, only felt. Because it starts here.” I press my hand tight on her flat stomach.
“Then floods right here.” Her eyes widen as my hand cups her hot pussy. I can feel her torment through her jeans.
“Oh God…” Groaning, she licks her puffy lips as I nip her earlobe and watch her through the mirror.
“I’m gonna pay for the wetsuit and board. Go into the changing room and put the bikini on under your clothes and walk out. It’s just that simple, baby.”
I move back as she reaches for me, trying to stop me as I say casually, “Then I’ll fuck your cunt raw.” Walking away, I hear her hiss and plead for me to come back.
I grin, adjusting my erection to the side. Alexandrea is everything I crave: brilliant, kind, and a kindred spirit. Which is why I know she’ll do it. Because as much as it goes against what she believes is her nature, I know differently.
The second she stumbled into my class, I felt that pull to her. The fact she has the tightest magical pussy will be my cross to bear. I walk over to Curtis, who’s busy waxing her board.
“Thanks, brother, we’re on our way to the beach, so she’s gonna wear the bikini under her clothes. Just put it on my tab.” I reach for my wallet, almost feeling guilty. I can sense her struggling with her conscience, at war with her innate nature. But it’s time for her to wake up and push her boundaries. I’m gonna take her to the edge, then she can decide if she wants to take the plunge.
People like Alex and me are different. It’s like a secret club.
I want her.
And, let’s be honest, instructing her is a fucking rush. I know she’s afraid of not being perfect, but deep inside, she knows something’s missing. When I was a kid and teenager, I’d chase that feeling with surfing, drinking, and drugs. You name it, I’m sure I’ve tried it at least once. As an adult, I can accept it. I channel other ways to feel that adrenaline, that split second of life and death merging together, at peace with the knowledge that only one will win.
Alexandrea doesn’t understand any of this yet. I grin because I can set her free. All she needs to do is trust herself, let go, and she’ll set the world on fire.
“That your girl?” Curtis grunts as he hands me the board and the bag with the wetsuit. I ignore the question and start toward the purple door that has Billabong painted in red across it.
“She’s fucking fly. You’re the man, Powers.” His voice gets louder as he points at me.
I give him a nod. “Good seeing you, Curtis.” Kicking the door open, I head toward my Audi, squinting since the sun finally burned through the morning overcast. I toss the board and bag in the back, then sit.
Fuck, that’s it, baby. Take the plunge… My pulse is pounding, my cock is leaking, and I smile, starting the car and backing up so that I’m by the door and she can jump right in. My hands tighten on the steering wheel as three, two, one… the door opens, and my heart leaps to my throat.
She’s fucking magnificent, head held high, cheeks flushed, tits pushed forward as she gasps for breath while she speed walks out, only to be followed by fucking Curtis.
“Wait,” he calls after her as she runs to the car in full panic, fumbling to open the door.
“Dude.” He stands next to her. “Just wanted to give you this.” He hands her a stupid clear visor with Surf’s Up on it.
“Oh my God.” She laughs, or maybe it’s a sob. “Thank you. I’ll treasure it.” Flinging open the door, she literally jumps in.
“Go,” she screams even though she has a huge smile plastered on her face. And I can’t help but laugh. I don’t think I could have dreamed it better.
As I speed out of the parking lot, she grabs my shirt and yells, “Are you insane? Oh my God, I thought I was going to jail. I thought—”
“You did it, baby. Show me,” I demand, looking at the road as I speed, zigzagging around cars. I need to pull over.
“Holy shit, I’m shaking…” She holds out her hands, then squeals as she jerks off her shirt.
I smile as I look at her full tits in the black, fruit-covered bikini. “Naughty girl,” I growl, turning right into the parking lot of an insurance company. It’s the weekend, so it better be deserted. I slam the car into park.
“Pants,” I grunt, already unbuttoning my own while she watches me release my cock.
“God, your dick is huge.” She stares at it and lifts her hips, kicking her pants off as I look around.
Besides a single car at the entrance of the office, we appear to be alone, but at this point, it wouldn’t matter. I push my seat back as far as it can go and reach for her.
“You’re gonna fuck me, baby. Show your dean how good it can feel to be bad.”
As she straddles me, I grab my cock, and she holds on to my leather seat.
“I hope I can take him.” She slams her slick, wet core hard on my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. I don’t have to direct her. She’s gone, her own needs taking over.
“That’s it, fuck me. You like being a bad girl, don’t you? Tell me how it felt?” I breathe through my nose. I’m not gonna last long if she keeps impaling herself this hard on me.
“Tell me,” I command.
“I loved it…” she whimpers. “My pussy got wet and achy…”
“Yeah? Did you want to touch yourself?”
“I wanted you, only you…” she groans out.
Jesus Christ, she’s gonna be the death of me. I grab her hips, forcing her to rub her slick core on me.
“Such a good girl. Look at your pussy taking my cock,” I grunt.
She looks down, both of us groaning as her slick pink folds slide up and down on my angry glistening cock.
“Brett…” she whimpers. “Dean Powers, I need to come.”
“Give me those fucking lips.” She lowers her head, her lips inches from mine as our breaths mingle.
“Tell me thank you.” My hands hold on to her ass, controlling the rhythm. Scooping up our arousal that’s dripping down my balls, I slowly insert my middle finger into her rosette hole.
“Oh fuck… Oh God. I’m going to come,” she moans almost frantically. “Thank you…” She leans her forehead on mine, and I smile.
“That’s it, baby.” Stealing her breath, I say into her parted lips, “You like my cock in your tight pussy and my finger fucking your ass, don’t you?”
Her eyes stay on mine while her nails dig into my chest, and she’s clearly ready to come undone.
“I… do. I’m gonna come.” She nods and whispers almost pleadingly.
“Yes, you are,” I praise her, and that’s all it takes. Her breath stutters, her cunt and ass clench tightly, grabbing on to my cock and finger so hard I can’t hold myself back any longer.
“Jesus Christ.” My other hand slaps her ass. Leaning forward, I capture her lips while my cock jerks so hard I see spots as I unload my hot, pulsing seed deep inside her.
“Holy shit.” Alex collapses on me.
Slowly, I remove my finger so I can hold her, kiss her face… the fuck is that noise?
I look over her shoulder, trying to focus on my console screen, which says Richard Murphy.
“Shit.” Alex lifts her head as if she, too, is confused about what a phone sounds like.
“Babe, I need to take this.”
“What—?”
I push a button on my steering wheel. “Richard? Everything okay?” My hand strokes Alex’s hair, her eyes wide and her body frozen as my cock jerks inside her, making those gorgeous eyes grow bigger.
“Sorry to bother you on a Saturday, Brett. I just got off the phone with Finley and they need you. I’ve already booked you on the next flight to London.”
My hand freezes as Alex leans back, and I can’t help but groan.
“Richard, what time are we talking? I’m not at home.” I kiss her puffy lips and lift her off. She drops into the passenger seat, and I lift my hips to jerk my jeans on.
“One o’clock,” he states as I start the car, bringing my seat forward.
“What am I walking into?” I look over at Alex who is trying to button her pants.
“They just need the world’s expert to deliver the keynote speech, meet with the leaders of the UN and World Bank.” he says, sounding like a proud father.
“You know I spent hours yesterday on a bunch of Zooms going through everything with them.” Running a hand through my hair, I try to get my head in the game.
He chuckles. “Not everyone is a genius, and I don’t need to remind this can’t hurt your chances with the Nobel Committee, they will probably be watching. Keep me posted. I don’t think this will take more than a couple of days, right?”
“I didn’t think I’d have to get on a plane for this, but it’s fine.” I press End on the steering wheel and pull out, driving toward Santa Monica. When I look over at Alex, she’s now dressed and searching inside her purse.
“I need to drop you off. If you left anything at my house, I can give it to you when I get back.”
She nods and brings out her phone. “I think I have everything. Thank you.” By the sound of her voice, she’s clearly uncomfortable, and if I didn’t have to catch a plane in two hours, I could better discuss things. But the reality is, I have a job that requires all my time. I broke the rules last night and today…
“Look, Alexandrea…” My eyes drift over at her and her phone as she types. I look up at the road, then back down at her phone. Is she texting Jordan?
Jordan: WTF
Alex: I’m sorry! I got drunk and took an Uber home.
Jordan: I have your backpack in my room. U want me to bring it to U?
Alex: Yes.
My jaw clenches. I should look at this as a blessing. Clearly, she’s not going to be clingy, but are you fucking kidding? I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, not trusting myself not to grab her phone and toss it out the window. She’s just made this really easy. I enjoyed her, got off several times, and she got to lose her virginity. Now we go back to the fact that I’m the dean, and she’s a student.
“I just came inside you. Do we need to get you a morning-after pill?” Her fingers stop texting as she slowly looks over at me.
“Well, considering you have a plane to catch…” Her voice trails off as she shakes her head and goes back to her phone.
“Alexandrea, I’m not going to ask you twice.” My voice sounds calm even though I’m anything but.
“Relax,” she snaps as she stops texting to turn toward me. “I’m on the pill, Dean Powers.” And it takes everything I have not to ask why. Instead, I continue making my way toward Skylar’s in silence.
This is not how I saw this ending, but everything happens for a reason. Because I’d just keep fucking her. I’m hardly sated.
Yeah, getting on a plane and flying five-thousand miles away is exactly what I need to get my head on straight. Focus on work. All thoughts of Alexandrea will dissipate.
ALEXANDREA
I prop my hand under my chin because if I don’t, I’ll yawn again, and with the anxiety in Jordan’s eyes, I think that would make him lose it. So I clear my throat and reach for my cold coffee, forcing myself not to get up and refill it. He needs my attention more than I need coffee, I remind myself. Straightening my shoulders, I nod supportively.
