Underneath It All (16 page)

Chapter XVIII

Unbuttoned Pants

It had been a week since Reeve’s confession and my realization that I was falling hard for him. Things had begun to fall into place.

I knew we may need different birth control sooner than I thought if things kept going the way we wanted without taking any chances.

Reeve and I talked about the best birth control method and I agreed to get a Depo shot. He set up an appointment with an Ob-Gyn and got me the birth control shot.

“Holidays can’t come fast enough this month, I swear,” I yawned, hitting the switch to turn on the light in Reeve’s office. “I’ve felt like shit the entire week. At least, the crucial finals are over. Finally, I’m satisfied with the progress of my honors thesis and achieved the objectives I set. I am so spent,” I sighed and plopped onto the couch, and automatically switched on the wall mounted TV.

“I know,” Reeve smirked, “I was there, remember?” He sat beside me on the couch, wrapped his arm around me, and kissed my head. “Because of it, I slept like shit too,” he winked. “And loved every second of it.”

I recently learned Reeve was being chased by a living ghost, by the stepmother he’d loved and got obsessed with. He wasn’t just angry, I knew. He was completely devastated and disappointed in the way things had turned out. I was happy that he felt comfortable talking to me, and then to say that he used to love his stepmother didn’t change the fact it completely broke my heart. So I put on my brave face for him.

I’d spent a lifetime saying I never wanted to fall in love with someone like him. I needed someone like my dad but here I was, holding this man’s hand as if I never wanted to let him go. His eyes were brighter and they dazzled when he smiled at me. I was strongly secured in his arms, even if his past was tragic and depressing and was layer upon layer of surprises. “I loved every second of it too,” I replied.

He pulled me against his chest and his lips crashed down on mine. I leaned into his kisses easily, the blood pumping through my veins quickly, reminding me of all the wonderful ways he peeled away my anxiety. His lips were dry and soft; they knew the path to follow to send shivers of need throughout my body.

He was in love with me, even if he didn’t know it, I thought with great confidence.

I pulled away for a second, gasping for air. I twisted us around so that I was hovering above him. “You know they say office romances can bring down a whole department,” I said teasingly and sat down on him while stripping my clothes off.

“As if I care.”

“What about a student-dean romance burning down a whole university?” I stood up and pulled down my pants and undies and he started stripping his own clothes without taking his eyes off me.

“Then I’ll burn with it,” he said.

I leaned down on him and whispered, “Then I’ll burn with you.” I pressed my hands against his bare chest. I looked into his eyes when I pulled away for a moment, seeing the intensity and yearning.

I was holding him tight against me, him holding my ass. There was no thought other than to have him touch me, take me, consume me.

His huge pole stood straight up, tempting me, demanding I give it the attention it deserved. I moved to the side of the couch and immediately submitted. Opening my mouth wide, I took the head into my mouth, running my tongue along the glans and gently sucking just the head for several moments. Then, I slid it further in, gradually increasing the depth until I had taken as much as I could. I wrapped my hand around the base to bridge the excess and slowly began sliding my hand and mouth up and down.

His hand roamed the back of my body squeezing my ass as he writhed with the exquisite pleasure. He ran his hand underneath my ass where he found my vulnerable spot. He lazily drew circles around my clit and slid one finger through my folds. I moaned around his cock as he massaged my clit faster. I was so close I could feel it. I felt myself start to shake as my orgasm took over my body.

“Fuck you’re such a sight when you come,” he growled.

He pulled me on top of him and I was about to slide him into me when suddenly a knock on the door was heard.

“Fuck,” Reeve cursed underneath his breath. “Who’s there?”

“Dean Gates, this is Anthony of the Student Faculty. May I come in?”

My whole body flushed and brought a sheen of panic sweat to my forehead. He motioned me to gather our clothes. He frantically put his clothes back on as Anthony knocked again.

“Give me a minute,” Reeve almost yelled.

Reeve unlocked the door and said “Come in” even before I put all my clothes on, so I scrambled under his desk for cover. He sat on his swivel chair and was surprised when he saw me topless under his desk.

“What do you need, Anthony?”

I undid Reeve’s fly and grabbed the base of his cock under his desk. I began to suck in earnest, bobbing up and down on his shaft as his hips tried to work against my face.

“Dean, in the absence of President Gates due to his sickness, on behalf of the student faculty, we would like to ask if you could give a speech during a small program we organized for the recognition of the Dean’s List students this fall semester.”

“Ah…” he let out a gasp. “ Ah-okay.”

I knew he was trying hard to compose himself.

Stroking his throbbing manhood, I gazed at him, biting my lips and let out a small moan as he grew in the palm of my hand. A loud moan almost escaped my lips, but he put a finger on my lips to silence me.

“Would that be all?” Reeve asked quite impatiently.

I smiled, sucking his finger.

“That would be all, Dean. Thank you.”

I dragged my tongue underneath his crotch and sucked his balls and then took his length in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Dean?” asked the clueless Anthony.

“I…I bit my tongue.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll go ahead. Thank you for your time.”

With that, Anthony left.

Reeve quickly locked the door. He ducked under the desk and shook his head, grinning widely. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re such a naughty girl, Agata.”

I slid out from under the table and sat on top of it with parted legs, one of my feet on the floor and the other resting on his swivel chair.

He gulped hard, glancing at my thighs before tearing his gaze away to look into my eyes. “Miss Ferrero. Get off my desk right now, or I will inform the president of your misbehavior.”

“Punish me then,” I purred seductively.

His grin got even wider. He took a step closer and removed my feet off the chair. He reclaimed his seat and I lowered myself down and hovered over his manhood.

I sat down on his large, hard pole and began to sway my hips rhythmically. His hands guided me the way that he wanted and I took hold of the back of the chair, dragging my wetness against him and grinding in slow and long motions. His mouth clamped on my breast and he bit and sucked at the firm flesh, bucking his hips up into me, each thrust in time with me pushing down on him. I knew he was desperate to get inside me as deep as possible and I liked to feel all of him inside me, filling me completely.

Reeve groaned and he came, exploding inside me. I squeezed deep onto him, trying to prolong his orgasm. His intense look of lust and his race to orgasm spurred on another one in my body, more violently this time.

We sat there for a couple of minutes until he stood up, throwing me over his shoulder. I giggled as he tossed me down on the couch, crawling up between my legs to lie on top of me and kissed me passionately.

“Be ready for round two.”

Our exquisite lovemaking left us tired and we fell asleep, his cock still inside me, softening slowly until it finally slid out of its slippery warmth.

***

I hadn’t told Mik about Rogue’s condition yet, that she has a built-in time bomb ticking away life inside her coronary arteries. What he needed to focus on was to finish college and prove to Reeve that he would be a good dad and his child deserved his last name.

Only if that was what he was doing.

I visited him one day at his dorm and what I found was a drunken mess that was my brother Mikael. He looked really pathetic, lying on the cold floor, a bottle of whiskey at his side, a guitar in hand, strumming some random cords. I bent down beside him and stared at him for a moment or two. His hair was very messy, falling all over his face, his shirt was untidy, his lips seemed swollen, and there were hickeys on his neck.

He must have had a snogging session with some random bar girl.
Making a face and feeling slightly sick at the thought, I took the guitar from his hand and pulled on his arm. Putting it around my shoulder, I heaved him up and braced my other arm around him. He let out a groan, the smell of alcohol wafting up to me so I almost gagged.

“Hey sister, what’s up? You know we had a gig today! You should have seen me; I was rockin’ up there at the stage…” Mikael started babbling.

Shuffling his body so that his full weight was on me, I tried to lead him to his bed but he wobbled so much he tripped and I ended in a heap beside him. I was going to kill him when he felt better. He was too heavy for me.

He picked up his guitar that was lying on the floor and began strumming it again, creating a heavy metal psychedelic guitar noise.

“And then the whole crowd starts roaring while I’m playing my guitar solo…” Mikael kept babbling on and on about the gig and how totally awesome it was that they had gone to a party with the hottest girls around and then of course fucked their brains out.

“Mikael! Stop playing, will you!” I hated the grating sound that weighed heavily on my ears.

A drunken laugh escaped his lips then he stopped playing. His slow and even breathing was the only sound in the room.

“What am I going to do with you?” I asked quietly, shifting and kissing his forehead. I knew he was going to wake up in the morning with a hangover, but that would be his punishment for getting drunk in the first place. “Mik, Mik, wake up.” He only groaned and shifted slightly. “Mikael, Mikael,” I gently patted his cheek. “Mikael Ferrero!” I shouted into his ear. He suddenly shot up like a rocket. His alert eyes moved around and landed on me.

“What the fuck, Agata?” A confused frown graced his face.

“Why must you be drunk, idiot?” I hissed.

“The hell you care!” Mik shouted as he staggered to his feet.

“If you want to kill yourself and drink yourself to death like this then go ahead because I won’t try to save you anymore.”

“Fuck you!” Mik cursed me with so much contempt it scared me; his voice was shaking severely. He tripped over his own foot, landing flat on his face.

Taking a very deep breath, I quickly wiped the tears threatening to fall from my eyes at this point. I walked over to him and steadied him back on his feet.

“Let’s talk about this.” I wanted to appease but he shook his head vehemently.

“Leave and go to hell and go fuck with your boyfriend!” shouted Mik in a raspy voice.

“Mik, we need to talk.”

He stormed past me in his drunken pace. “Get out!” I got a final shove and found myself staring at the closed door.

I turned around and started walking, even though my legs felt like Jell-O. Never before had I felt such rage from him. I ran back to my dorm and found nobody else was in the room. I locked the door and it was only then I allowed myself to break down into sobs.

My first instinct was to call my friends. Unfortunately, Tatiana’s phone was out of coverage area, Apple’s was unattended, and Raven’s was broken. I scrolled through my contacts and debated whether or not I should call Reeve. It wasn’t in my interest to bring him into my drama but I knew he would understand. To my surprise, Reeve answered the call quickly.

“Hey, that was quick.” I did my best to sound normal which was hard to do.

“Hey, are you all right?”

“Hearing your voice makes me feel a lot better.” I sniffed.

“How were your finals, sunshine?”

“Aced them,” I confirmed.

“My girl made it to the Dean’s list,” Reeve announced proudly.

“Well that calls for a celebration,” I stated happily.

“I want to see you.”

“No…I look like sh—”

He hung up on me mid-sentence. Shortly he returned with a video call. I quickly fixed some strands of hair and made sure I didn’t appear to be such a mess anymore before answering the phone.

“What happened to you? Are you all right?” Meeting his sapphire blue orbs, even if it was via video call, I instantly saw the amount of concern and affection oozing from them.

“I uhm…had a fight with Mik.”

Well, so much for trying to hide my emotional state. I smiled a little to hide the fact how hurtful Mikael’s words actually were.

“You have no idea how much I want to hug you right now.”