Beautiful Torment (11 page)

“No, Luci,” he sighs. “I already let things go too far.”

I’d take him more seriously if the burning wasn’t still there in his eyes, or if he wasn’t so focused on my lips as he talked.

“Let me finish what I was going to say,” I sigh. “I want to be clear… I don’t expect this to be more than it is. I’m not some delusion high school girl who thinks you’re going to ask me to prom. I know what you are, and I know what I am. I know it’s wrong. But I also know that
I want you
. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

He moves so fast it takes me by surprise. One arm is grabbing me, pulling me back into the room while the other is slamming the door shut loudly. His mouth lands on mine with purpose, passion, and hunger.

I’m breathing hard as I pull back, my eyes begging him not to end this before it even begins.

“This is exactly why you’re trouble,” he teases, his breathe hot against my lips. “I’m going to walk you to your car now.”

“Okay,” I whisper, feeling how hard he is again, his desire allowing me to become uncharacteristically bold. “But I know something...”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“I’ve seen you…
a lot
,” I feel the wicked gleam in my eyes as my leg brushes against him. “I’ve heard you… your fantasies,” I admit. “I know you love how wrong this is too.”

With that I opened the door to wait for him in the hallway.

We walk outside together, talking, laughing,
normal
. We pass a few teachers who clearly just got out of a meeting. A bus pulls up and students from a rival school get out, here for some sports game. Basketball, maybe?

We part ways when we reach the parking lot, but our eyes meet once more in the distance, me at my car, him at his. We both smile as our secret passes between us.

MAYBE ONE MORE

I’m too self-conscious after what happened yesterday to arrive early the next morning. Instead I head straight to math, trying to pay attention, while watching the seconds on the clock tick by at an excruciating slow pace. I wonder if he’s here today, or regrets it so much that he doesn’t bother to show.

By the end of first period, curiosity gets the best of me, and I take my typical long route to the gym. He says he doesn’t want things to be weird between us, and I don’t either, but how can he just push aside what’s going on?

I see him at his desk, looking into the hall frantically. My heart explodes with excitement, realizing he’s waiting to see if I’ll walk by, his face illuminating once I do. He stands and walks out the door.

“Good morning,” he smiles once he reaches me.

“Hey,” I blush. His eyes travel up and down my body with a desire that I recognize easily. I know he’s remembering, his gaze stopping on my lips. I hesitate, about to say something, but Madison walks out of the classroom and interrupts us. She disregards me immediately as she asks him a question, touching his elbow like she’s staking some claim.

He pulls away, letting her know he can’t stay after school today. This bums me out, as I was hoping for a repeat of yesterday, even if he did make it perfectly clear this was a one-time thing. She continues to ask him questions about yesterday’s lesson, so I excuse myself.

“Luci!” He shouts down the emptying hall as the bell rings. I turn around, eager to get another look at him in his crew neck sweater, a gray collared shit sticking out from underneath.

“Lunch?” He mouths.

“But it’s not a lab day!” I call, the hall now deserted.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Has that ever stopped you before?”

He
winks
before retreating to his classroom and shutting the door, leaving me breathless and optimistic.

He’s standing by the main office, talking to his sister as I head to my locker. I don’t interrupt them as I pass and we exchange a knowing look.

“Oh, Luci!” His sister stops me, but I don’t glance his way. Not with him standing so close. I can’t without remembering the feel of him against me. “I was just telling Mr. Harrington how you’re my shining student,” she laughs. Then, to my horror, she turns to him. “I swear, this girl is your
real
twin, not me. You have to hear her thoughts on Tolkien. You’re so alike!”

He laughs, probably because we’ve already discussed it so many times. “Okay,” he smiles before turning to me. “Should we go do that now?”

I bite my lip, trying to contain my smile. “Sounds good,” I reply. She gives us a weird look, but that doesn’t stop us from walking away together.

I take my usual seat while he pulls up a chair, my eyes glued to him, remembering, yearning.

“I brought in those movies for you to borrow,” I take the two DVDs out of my bag.

He laughs, getting up and going into his desk draw. He takes out a small stack of DVDs for me.

“I was going to give them to you this morning, but you never stopped by.”

Our hands meet as we make our exchange, the jolt a constant reminder of the one thing on my mind. My mouth goes dry and I have to keep talking.

“So what’s going on with your creation, Frankenstein?” I joke, nodding to the science trade magazine on his desk. He’s been saving for this little automatic metal rotator thing, a part for his future, to-be-built, mini robot for that science fair thing next year. He wants it to be able to pick up pencils and bring them on command, or at least that’s what he’s starting with. Don’t ask me why, but he thinks it’s going to be the coolest thing ever. I know he’s always eager to talk about it, as his face lights up whenever I ask.

He hesitates, most likely remembering our joking banter from the last time he told me about it.

“I’ll tell you, but you can’t make fun… Or I’m keeping your movies.”

“God you’re scary when you threaten me,” I pretend to shake out of fear.

He looks at me before pausing.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confesses.

“I know,” I twist my fingers together. “I honestly went home yesterday thinking it was all a dream.”

“Yeah,” he sighs in agreement.

I waver, taking a deep breath. “I think we should make sure it was real,” I offer.

He laughs and the sound ignites me.

“What?” I beam at him.

“Huh,” he shakes his head, like he’s contemplating the idea. His smile and eyes tell me it’s the best thing he’s ever heard. I’m hopeful as he gets up and walks to the door. I know he’s going to shut it and give me what I want, what we both
need
.

“This really has to be the last time,” he confirms, his hand already turning the metal knob.

“Okay,” I laugh at the way he says it, telling himself.

Just as he’s shutting the door, I see Madison pop her head in, her friend standing right behind her. “Oh, are you doing a tutoring session?”

Deflated.

“Um,” he clears his throat. “Yeah,” he flashes me an apologetic smile as he sticks his hand in his pockets.

“Oh, this is perfect!” She shrieks, turning to her friend. “We have study hall now. We’ll go grab our bags and be right back!”

“Okay,” he clears his throat again as she disappears.

He opens the door back up wide, but he’s not happy or relieved, he’s disappointed too.

“Well this sucks,” I groan.

“Why Ms. Cunningham, were you looking for a repeat of something?” His face transforms into an outrageous smile as he meets mine.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tease.

“Well, for the record,” he lowers his voice as he approaches me. “I was.”

I blush, watching as he places two desks together before moving another two directly opposite them, forming a square. He grabs a stack of papers and sits in one of the four desks, motioning for me to sit next to him.

When the two girls return they take the seats opposite us. He starts passing out the papers and I can’t believe I actually have to do something chemistry related now. It’s silent, except for the class next door. They’re clearly watching a movie about thirty volumes too high.

After a few brief instructions, we start the worksheets, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s trying to bore the death out of all of us.

I read the first question, twice, distracted by his leg that’s now bouncing up and down. I try to ignore it, but it’s just
so annoying
. Madison asks a question and I roll my eyes, staring at my moving desk. Even if I
were
paying attention, I probably wouldn’t have even made it past the second question yet, so I can’t imagine she could be far along to already have questions. He answers her, and this goes on - question and answer, back and forth - for about ten minutes.

His leg is still going, and I can’t seem to focus on anything else. Not to mention the heat I feel radiating off his body, he’s so close to me, yet so far away. I look up, ensuring neither girl is watching, before placing my hand on his knee and stilling it.

I hear the gentle intake of his breath as he freezes. I don’t move my hand away as Madison asks another question, and a shocking thought pops into my head. I redden over my idea. Can I be that daring?

I don’t think; I act purely on impulse as I slowly move my hand up his thigh, further and further, closer to my goal. I’m both shocked and elated to find him already massively aroused. I don’t look his way, for fear of drawing attention, but I leave my hand there, resting on his hardness, waiting for him to swat me away.

I can’t help my ridiculous grin when he does the exact opposite. For instead of moving me off, he gently thrusts up into my palm. I push my hand down in response, and start to rub him in a gentle, steady, circular motion. He pulses against me, swelling, clearly immensely enjoying the massage.

I begin to outline him through his jeans, feeling just how big he is, remembering how he was pressed up against me yesterday.

He thrusts up again, urging me to go back to palming him.

I can’t help my own crazy breathing, biting down on my lip, trying to control it, as my hand moves over his rough pants, kneading his penis.

I sneak a quick glance, meeting his hooded eyes. He’s loving this, relishing in it.

I pick up speed, rubbing faster, until I’m really pounding him. His head falls back slightly and his mouth drops open.

Fuck that look is hot.

“Mr. Harrington?” Madison’s voice startles me and I stop all movement, starring wide-eyed in front of me. “What’s kinetic energy again?”

I can almost hear the disappointment in his voice as my hand stills, and the delighted horror when it continues.

“It’s something you’ll learn more about in physics,” he all but grunts as I push down firmly, focusing and pounding solely on the tip. He coughs to mask his breathlessness. “But for our sake, it’s the energy,” he swallows hard, “of an object that it possesses due to its motion.”

“And this is the equation I would use to define it?” She asks, holding her paper up high.

I work his entire length a few more times before I stop completely. He’s all but squirming as my hand finds the top of his pants. I begin to unbutton them, and he smiles as he lets out a straining exhaling.

“Yes,” he sighs happily, both to me, and as his answer.

“Got it. You’re such a great teacher,” she smiles.

“Right,” he mumbles, barely paying attention, so focused on helping me release him from the confines of his jeans. He shifts in his seat, making it easier for me, as his button comes undone. I clear my throat and slide down the zipper next, watching as he grabs a paper from in front of him, holding it up and pretending to read.

His rigid, swollen penis escapes, standing full mast, throbbing as I wrap my hand around it. I can’t help my sigh, as I finally feel him - all of him. This isn’t watching from a distance, or feeling him through our clothing - no, he’s all here, right here, big and heavy, and in
my hand
. I wish I could use two, as the one doesn’t even come close to covering him.

He shifts in his seat again, helping me rest his hard length inside the desk so that it doesn’t peek out over the top.

I squeeze him and he rewards me with another throbbing pulse, his fingers digging into the sides of the wooden desk hard. I watch out of the corner of my eye as his briefly close.

I start to move my hand up and down, going slow, not wanting any part above my elbow to move.

He gently shoves his hips up towards me, and I tease him by rubbing my thumb over his tip, surprised by its smoothness. A few drops of wetness drip out and I use it as I glide my hand back down, coating him with it.

I think back to all the times I’ve watched him masturbate, knowing precisely what he likes, so after every few pumps I give him a tight squeeze, gripping hard.

When I look his way again I notice he’s watching me out of the corner of his eye, his hands still clutching the sides of the desk as he grunts ever so softly. He’s trying so hard to be quiet, and to control his breathing. I normally wouldn’t even hear him above the TV next door if I didn’t already know exactly what to listen for, so in tune to his process from seeing him do this so many times.

He’s so rigid he must be close. I’m jerking him hard and fast now, working up a steady rhythm. He shoves hips forward again, his mouth open and tight, begging me to pump faster, but I can’t. It’ll be too obvious.

I still when he has trouble answering a question, but pick right back up once he’s finished, driving my hand up and down quickly. I sink back into my chair and look inside the desk. He’s so swollen, oh yeah, he’s definitely yearning to erupt.

I want to give him exactly what he wants, so since I can’t speed up, I push down hard, sneaking in a few fast pulls. After one last hard tug, he’s there, shooting out between my fingers.

“Oh God!” He grunts loudly, just as the bell rings. I watch the jets of fluid surge out forcefully into the desk each time I tug on him.

Madison and her friend give me a confused look and I shrug, slowing my movement as he continues to empty himself, still gushing between my fingers. He chuckles before finally composing himself.

“Oh God!” He says again purposefully, realizing how random his words were. “Oh God, I can’t believe how quickly that went!” I’m anxious, as I look Madison’s way. Will she buy it?

“Yeah, it did fly by,” she smiles.

I relax as I reach into my bag, finding some tissues and passing them to him under the desk. There’s so much come, I’ll have to get more from his desk once they leave, and as soon as they’re out the door, I get up and grab them, wiping my hands.

I register the sound of his zipper, hearing it close, and when I turn around from throwing my tissues in the garbage, he’s behind me, shutting the door with one hand, and grabbing my waist with the other.

“Hi,” he whispers against my mouth.