LENAMy heart practically slammed into my ribs as soon as I saw Ava standing by the door. Adrian and I jumped apart like we’d been burned. I could feel my face heating, my lips still tingling from the way he kissed me—desperate, rough, like he hadn’t touched anyone in years.Ava blinked, her eyes darting between us. "Shit—sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just wondering... what's keeping you?"She didn't sound angry, she looked confused. Hurt, maybe. I didn’t know what to say. Neither did Adrian.I grabbed my bag and stepped away from him. "I'll be right there," I said quickly, my voice sounding way more breathless than it should have.Ava gave me a tight smile and turned away.Adrian reached for my hand. "Lena—"I shook my head and gave him a tiny nod toward the door. "We'll talk later."I chased after Ava, my boots clicking down the hallway. She was already out the front entrance, walking fast."Ava, wait!" I called.She slowed but didn’t stop. I finally caught up to her and
ADRIANShe walked into the room like she didn’t just haunt my every goddamn thought.Her hair tied up, casual jeans, and a loose white shirt that did everything but hide the way her body moved when she walked.Lena fucking Hart.I didn’t say a word when she took her seat. Didn’t have to. Her eyes met mine for a half-second too long. Her lips parted slightly, just like they did when I had her pressed up against the bookshelf last week, whispering things I shouldn’t want to say out loud.I hated how good she was at pretending. Like she didn’t know what she did to me."Alright," I said, grabbing a marker. "Pop quiz today. Take out your notebooks."Groans erupted across the room. I didn’t care. I wasn’t teaching to be liked.I watched her the entire time. The way her brows furrowed in concentration, how she tapped her pen against her lower lip and bit her lips occasionally when she was thinking. I wanted to taste her. Remind her exactly how she sounded when she moaned my name.Lena didn’t
LENAI opened the door quietly, praying Ava wasn’t in the living room.No such luck.“Where the hell have you been? Who's the ‘him’ you texted me about?” she asked, spinning around on the couch with a raised brow and a spoon halfway to her mouth. “It’s 11 PM.”“Fuck,” I muttered checking my phone, I can't believe I told her I was with a ‘him’ it freaking skipped my mind.“It was a typo, babes, I was at the… library,” I blurted out, dropping my bag by the door and heading straight for the fridge to avoid her piercing gaze. “Group project. Took longer than expected.”“Group project, huh?” Ava stood and followed me into the kitchen. “You smell like cologne and when did we get assigned group projects?”I laughed nervously, grabbing a bottle of water. “It’s called sweat and caffeine. Talking about group projects, we’re not studying the same course bitch.”“Lena.” She crossed her arms. “You missed dinner, you missed our Gossip Girl rerun and you look like you just walked out of a GQ shoot w
LENA“Ouuuu, fuck! Lena!” he snarled, a deep groan rumbling from his throat.I didn’t know what was worse: the way his eyes lingered on me like he was trying to memorize them, or the way my heart skipped every time he said my name like it was something sacred.“Fuck, that was good, kitten. You're a pro,” he said, coming down from his high.“I’m learning from the best,” I said, winking as I bit my lip.“Lena,” Adrian murmured, his voice low, warm, and unhurried. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll forget I invited you over for dinner first.”I smiled, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my sleeve. “You didn’t say dinner involved… this.”“This?” His brow arched. “What’s this?”“You. Naked. Close to me on this bed with your cum splattered on my boobs,” I said, gesturing around. “It feels like I walked into a trap.”He laughed—a soft, rumbling sound that did things to my stomach I couldn’t name.“I didn’t mean to trap you,” he said as he stepped closer. “But if you feel caught, m
ADRIANThroughout class today, I was unable to focus. All I kept thinking about was Lena and how she looked so vulnerable underneath me yesterday. I wanted to see her again, I wanted to do it again.I had never jerked off so much in my life before. I've always gotten hard just by staring at Lena but resisted the urge to jerk off but this was different, maybe it's because I gave in at last.But yesterday, I didn't. After I dropped Lena off, I couldn't wait to go to my room, take a gold shower but it wasn't helping and I couldn't help but stroke my dick to thoughts of her. Her moans were so addicting and I couldn't help myself.I let out a small cry after I came, unleashing the beast in me. Fuck! Lena was driving me crazy.I looked down realizing that I had a bulge in my pants. The desk would help me cover it up so my students wouldn't see it. But I couldn't concentrate, not when she was so close to me. I wanted nothing more but to wrap her legs around my waist and reenact our endeavor
LENA“What do you mean we can't be together?” I asked, my voice breaking. He tried to avoid my gaze. “You don't need me to explain it to you, Lena. You already know why, don't make this hard for the both of us,” he said, through gritted teeth.My heart sank, but I wasn't willing to back down. “I know you feel something for me. That's why you always try to scrutinize me in class, because you're fighting it.”He turned and yelled, “If you know, why are you still here, Lena?” “Because I don't want you too,” I answered. “I want you too, what I feel for you is beyond a student and teacher relationship. I want something more with you.”I started taking a step forward, while he took another step backwards. “You don't know what you're saying, Lena. You could get in trouble if they find out.”“They won't,” I tried convincing him.He swallowed. “I'm not who you think I am. You could get hurt,” “Let me worry about that,” I replied.I continued making slow strides towards him and this time, he