Teach Me

Chapter Fourteen

I sit in class, watching the teacher up front lecturing, but my mind keeps wondering. Maybe it's all in my head but I swear she's only saying Blah Blah Blah over and over again.  My teeth chew into the pencil I'm holding as I look around the room, watching the other students focusing diligently on the noise being spewed out in the most mundane tone I've ever heard.

"Fucking zombies," I say under my breath.

The door swings open causing my head to whip in that direction but everyone else stays focused, not even flinching . James walks in, his eyes watching mine as he closes the door behind him. The teacher continues, also ignoring his presence.

What the fuck is wrong with everyone?

"What are you doing?" I mouth to him and he grins, walking over to the desk in the front of the room. His finger motions me to come up front and I adamantly shake my head at his request. He nods, signaling me again and his face turns serious. I look around again at the blank faces staring at the instructor and then back at James, once again shaking my head.

His hand slams the desk, "Now," he yells and I jump up, my body following his directions. I slowly walk to the front, looking side to side at the people and still, no one moves. I don't even think they are blinking. He watches with intense eyes and a clenched jaw as I walk towards him like my body is a magnet to his.

"Do you trust me?" his deep, husky voice cuts through me, his height looming over mine ominously.

 I don't answer right away and his head cocks to the side. Do I trust him? Do I trust anyone? Trust means giving up control, putting yourself in the position to be hurt. Its easier to not let anyone in and I've become really good at it.

"You need to let go, Allie," he says, gripping my jaw between his fingers, bringing my eyes back to his, seeming to read my mind.  

"Yes, I trust you," I let out in a sigh.

"Good," he smirks.

He lifts me by my waist, placing me on the desk. His mouth meets my neck forcefully, biting the skin and moans escape my mouth unwillingly.

My eyes close, forgetting about all the people in the room. James is all I can feel, all I can smell, all I can hear as he invades my every sense. I surrender to him completely and for once in my life, I live in the moment.

I didn't know how much I needed this man before he came into my life. It's only been two weeks and what he's taught me is priceless. He's awoken a different part of me that I buried so deep at such an early age, it could have cost me my whole young adulthood.

I lean back on my forearms, giving him permission to press his body against mine. Dark eyes watch mine intently as his body crawls on top of me like a predator. I lay flat on the desk, my knees bent to accommodate him between them.

His hips press against me and he groans into my open mouth before biting down on my bottom lip. The pain shoots through me, fueling the intensity of how much I want him.

"You want me to fuck you, Allie?" He lifts himself up onto his forearms, his lips an inch from mine.  "In front of all these people?" now leaning on one arm, he slides his hand between us, moving under the fabric of my pants. My eyes close as his fingers glide against me. "I think you would like that. You're wet just thinking about it,"

Yes please....

"Allie," I hear his voice somewhere in the distance but I continue to grind my hips, my teeth biting into the flesh of my bottom lip where he just left his own mark.

"Allie," the voice is louder and more firm and my eyes fly open to see his confused face an inch from mine. "You're moaning in your sleep," he laughs and I look around to see we are in my bed.

Oh man, that felt so real...

 "Care to tell me what you're dreaming about?" his eyes gleam with curiosity and I feel my face flush as my eyes avert from his gaze.

"That good, huh?" he grins.

I roll my eyes and turn away from him. "Go back to sleep, James"

"If you tell me, I might make it come true,"

I wish....

***

"How do you feel about getting back to your classes tomorrow?" He asks, sipping on his coffee.  We decided to spend the rainy, Sunday morning at the coffee shop. 

I see the concern in his eyes and it makes my stomach clench. It's nice to know he cares, of course, but I hate the feeling that I'm stressing him out.

"I feel ok. I'm really sick of sitting in my room, even if it's with you," I add smiling and my cheeks heat with the thoughts of what we've done to pass the time.

"I'm happy to keep you company, ma lady," he says in the worst southern accent I've ever heard and I spit my coffee everywhere.

He's cracking up as I hurry to clean my mess before anyone notices.
"Stop laughing and help me you ass," I hiss, seeing everyone staring in our direction.

"You need to stop worrying about what everything thinks," he says, still chuckling as he helps me wipe the table.

Why do I care so much? He's so lucky he can have complete control over a situation but then let go and laugh in the moment at the same time. I want that balance.

"I don't know how to do that, James. I care what people think. I need to be in control of my surroundings and never fuck up. I've never let anyone see me slip," I don't know why I'm telling him all this. Maybe because this is what I really want from him. Not an AP tutor.

"Maybe that's what my dream meant, letting go in front of people," I say out loud to myself as the epiphany hits me.

Crap, I said that out loud...

James pestered me all morning about this damn dream I refused to tell him. I don't even want to know what came out of my mouth while I slept to make him so curious.

"Wait wait wait..." he puts his hand up and a huge smirk spreads across his face. "Letting go...in front of people?" His eyes meet mine, and I see him trying to piece it all together.

"Just let it gooooo," I try to act unaffected but inside I'm praying he doesn't guess correctly.

"We messed around in front of people, didn't we?"

I want to slap the grin right off his stupid face. I turn my head, avoiding his gaze. I'm a horrible liar and I'm sure my skills aren't going to suddenly be any better. Unfortunately,  he takes my silence as confirmation.

He doesn't act like I thought he would, like any other man probably would. He sat there, deep in thought as he worked it  all out in his head.

"You just ranted how you can't let go and you care too much about what people think," He's saying this more to himself, " then you connected that to your dream, where we fooled around in front of people, which you enjoyed," he added with a wink, "and that helped you release control," he looks at me to confirm his analysis.

"Yeah, I guess, " I shrug my shoulders.

His expression goes thoughtful again only now his accompanied by a devious smirk.

Oh greaaattttt

"So, that's all you need for me to help you? Public displays of affection," his eyes drop to my lips. "I can help you with that,"

"And how do you plan on doing that, James? Fucking me right here on this table in front of all these people?" I ask sarcastically under my breath,  rolling my eyes, but I'm surprised how just the thought makes me hot.

"No..." he says and his stare makes me squirm in my seat, " ..but I can make you come in front of all these people.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait on the update. Monday through Thursday is rough for me...I actually am a nursing student with no time for life lol...thanks for the reads and votes! 😘