The Sex Tape, page 20
“Deal,” he grunted, his tense jaw telling me he wasn’t happy about it.
I smiled at him and climbed back up his body, kissing him ferociously, claiming him as my own whether he understood it or not. This might be our last time for all I knew, but at least I was honest with him, had told him what I wanted and didn’t try and hide it or my true self from him. If he rejected me now, well, then I knew he would always reject me in the end anyway.
His hands splayed across my back as he rolled us over so he was on top. With a press of his hips, I was lost to my own lust. I felt bad for teasing him, for having a serious conversation when half his blood was powering his cock and not his brain, but it was something that needed to be said.
“Fuck me, Win, even if this is the last time. I want to feel you inside me,” I breathed, as I nipped his earlobe and raised my hips to meet his.
“I’m going to make you scream my name,” he whispered, mimicking my move and biting on my ear, but he sucked it into his mouth while one hand grabbed the delicate lace of my panties and pulled, ripping them clean off.
Fabric gone, his cock nudged at my entrance, even harder than before. I raised my hips, which moved the head of his cock into me just enough that it pushed Winston past his limit, and he thrust into me hard and fast, making me moan and writhe underneath him.
“God, Briar, you feel amazing,” he said, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips.
As he moved within me, I felt my orgasm begin to build, and when he began playing with my clit, I was pushed over the edge so quickly that I hadn’t even had time to realize I was about to come.
I called his name as I exploded with my release, my mind and heart focused solely on the man who filled me and the hope that he would stay by my side through thick and thin, and all the kinky in between.
A moment later, Winston joined me with his own release and we both rode a wave of pleasure even more intense than before.
A roll around in the bed didn’t cement him in place for the kind of things I wanted in the upcoming days, but I had to hope he wanted me enough to give me this.
The promise of so much more than I’d ever anticipated made up for what I was going to have to do to stop my family. I wanted him at my side, but I wasn’t about to force him to do anything.
He knew the lay of the land now, and it was down to him to make the next move.
4
Briar
By the time Monday rolled around again, I felt more prepared for whatever the guys were going to throw at me. I wasn’t sure what it was, just that it would happen, and if I was lucky, then I’d be gifted another sneaky, stairwell orgasm as an apology. Lordy, that had been hot. Just the thought of it made me want to lure one of them back there so I could take advantage of them.
It wasn’t that Winston left me unsatisfied either, but this sexual beast he’d woken inside of me, that they’d awoken, was hungry. I’d had sex before, obviously, I mean there was public record of it, but it had always been something I felt obligated to do, even my orgasm, if I had one, had always felt a little empty, but now? Now my orgasms—plural this time—were more powerful than I’d ever known.
They were the ‘bring me to my knees’ kind, the ones that left me wondering if God was a woman, because clearly she knew what to do when she designed the male body. They were the ones that made me feel full of life, made me want to actually have fun for once instead of just following the family line and doing everything that was expected of me.
If I had kids at some point, I didn’t want them drowning under expectations, under the weight of carrying the Gildermann name. No, I wanted them to feel this sense of freedom and sense of self that I’d felt with these men whenever I was around them.
I wasn’t sure how the men who’d brought me to my knees were the ones who’d brought about this sense of liberation, just knew it was true. Fucked up, to be sure, but true.
My thoughts were all over the place as I settled in my seat and got ready for my next Business Law class, which was why I didn’t notice that Regan had stopped in front of me for a minute or two. When I blinked and looked up at her, fury was dancing across her delicate features like a storm across a prairie.
“You can’t have them,” she hissed at me.
“Who?” I replied, taken aback by the accusation in her voice—far as I knew, she wasn’t dating anyone, so it wasn’t like my ‘whore’ self was poaching on her territory.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Gildermann. You know exactly what I’m talking about. The four of you aren’t as sly as you think you are. Stick to your driver and leave them for women with class like myself. Whatever interest they have in you is a passing fancy, so do us all a favor and don’t drag them into the mud with you.” Having said her piece, she stomped up the stairs toward her seat.
I understood her need to be mean to me, even understood a need to stake her claim, even if it made no sense. She and Mathieu had been an item, after all. But that she’d set her sights on one of the guys? Well, hell, it made me want to claim them all the more.
As I twisted around, following Regan’s flouncing ass, I shot her a mental bird, and shortly after, the professor got started.
Before I knew it, the bell was ringing and class was over. I grabbed my books and began to rush out when Professor Trinton called out, “Ms. Gildermann, may I speak with you, please?”
My cheeks flamed instantly. Jeers and mutters of, “She’s in trouble,” spread through the remaining students like wildfire.
Just what I needed.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Professor Trinton watching me, hunger dancing in his eyes that reminded me, uncomfortably so, of the look the guys would get when I got them hot and bothered.
My stomach twisted in fear of the conversation that was about to happen. And as the bad feeling spread inside me like cancer, I did the one thing I could do while I waited for everyone to exit—I texted Lennox and turned on the sound recording app on my phone. When I first started getting bullied by them, I’d been determined to use it to prove what was happening to me, only I never had time to reach it, or when I did and I listened to it later, it just sounded like a couple of snide comments, nothing that would amount to what I’d been experiencing in real life.
Once the door had swung shut behind the last student, Professor Trinton came out from behind his desk where he had been sitting and perched on the corner with one leg resting on the desk. He clasped his hands on his lap and looked at me.
“Can you tell me anything about class today? Any of the topics I covered?” he asked.
The blush on my cheeks intensified and I honestly felt bad for being so distracted during class. I shook my head briefly and chewed on my lip, my nerves jumping as thoughts of what he was going to say next raced through my mind.
“You need to do better, Briar. You’re one of the smartest girls in class, but you’re letting all these outside influences distract you. I can’t support you if you don’t tell me what’s going on,” Trinton told me calmly.
The man was old enough that I’d never really thought of him in a sexual light before, but now, with brown eyes peering at me over the rim of his wire-framed glasses, I got the distinct impression that he certainly saw me in a sexual way.
He looked a little like Russell Crowe, but with a longer face. His khakis and deep blue shirt were paired with an olive-green jacket and brown leather shoes that winked in the light. Dark hair, which was littered with gray, topped his head and the short beard he was growing was more gray than not at that point.
“I’m sorry, Professor Trinton. I’ve had a lot going on in my personal life, but I’ll be better about getting my head straight before class so I can focus,” I assured him, wishing I could run out of there.
He sighed and took off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Based on your behavior since the school year started, I have to assume that you’re not going to change, that being said, I’ve been briefed on everything that happened and can understand why something like that would be distracting, so I wanted to give you a chance to make up the credit you’ve been missing for class.”
I wasn’t sure if it was possible to blush any harder than I already was. My face was literally hot and I could swear amusement was dancing in Trinton’s eyes.
“How have I been missing credit?” I queried, feeling panicky. I couldn’t fail a class, that was a line I wasn’t willing to cross, at least not voluntarily. I needed to graduate to get my inheritance, but there were other sub-requirements that could come into play if I ever wanted to see a dime of what was waiting for me.
I fiddled with my phone, trying to discreetly double check that the recording app was on while fear warred with distrust in the face of Trinton’s statement.
“I require more than just butts in seats. To earn credit for being in class, you actually have to pay attention, which is something you haven’t been doing. Now, there are a few ways for you to earn extra credit, which I only offer my most promising students. I know which one I’d prefer,” Trinton explained, as he reached out, his fingers grazing my thigh above my knee and just under the edge of my skirt.
I took a step back and his face clouded.
“Don’t be a bad girl, Briar. I’ve heard all about your talents. All I ask is that you share them with me, that way you can zone out as much as you want in class, and I won’t have to reprimand you for it. It’s a win-win.”
“Heard about them? You mean you haven’t studied that video frame by frame?” I challenged, outraged. My mouth ran away with me before I could stop it, but I wasn’t sure I would have kept my mouth shut, even if I could. I was the descendant of the founder of Gildermann, and I most certainly wasn’t going to tolerate a staff member hitting on me.
“I know you like to sully your hands with the help, so you can always consider me a tutor if you’d like.”
“No, I don’t like, nor do I want to spend any extra time with any of my professors.” God, I hated that word—sully. Like Winston was a lesser species to the rest of us. Angry, on his behalf and my own, I turned to leave, but I couldn’t, not yet. Not when the words were bubbling from me like lava spitting from an active volcano. “You can consider your career as a professor over.
“If you think I’m not going to tell anyone that will listen about how you tried to feel me up, seduce a student, then you’re wrong. You shouldn’t be a teacher, not only are you boring as sin, but you’re a predator.”
“Briar,” Trinton called, moving faster than I would have thought possible so he could stop me before I reached the door. He moved in front of me. “Don’t be like that. This is a good deal for you with the shape your grade is in.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you,” I reiterated calmly—I felt anything but calm—before trying to move around him.
“I’m not saying you have to enjoy it, hell, you don’t have to put on a show for me, just bend over my desk for a few minutes. I can make it quick,” he whispered, unaware he was signing his own death warrant.
“Let me out of here, Professor Trinton... Don’t make this any worse for yourself.” My heart was pounding in my chest as the sensation of being a creature suddenly realizing it was in a cage washed over me.
He was in my space and as he moved forward, I was forced to back up if I was to avoid him. He didn’t stop until he had me pinned against the wall. “Sweet Briar. I just need a taste.” His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher and higher.
Panic began to set in, making me slow to react. I dropped and tried to duck under the arm he was using to trap me before running to the door, but he was faster than me, his reactions that of a man who had done this before. His hand clamped around my wrist and yanked me back into place.
“Now that wasn’t very nice, not when I’ve been so cordial with you.” His voice was low and had a menacing, if polite, edge to it that scared me more than his actions.
“Please, just let me go and we’ll forget this ever happened,” I implored, my voice barely louder than a whisper. Any vitriol I’d spat at him had long since disappeared.
“That’s not likely, not now anyway. I mean look, you can’t leave a man with blue balls, it’s just not healthy and I’m so fucking hard for you. So, either bend over my desk like a good girl, or I’ll take what I want right here and nothing you can say or do will stop me.” He was pressing against me so I could feel his erection on my stomach, and it made bile rise in my throat.
I stomped on his foot, aiming for the instep, but missing slightly. He grunted in pain and his hand came up to his neck where he pulled his tie loose and yanked it over his head before shoving it in my face. When fingers pinched my nose I felt another wave of terror as I couldn’t breathe without opening my mouth. I had no other option though. As soon as I did, I only had a split second of delicious air before the tie was shoved into my mouth.
With my silence assured, or my voice at least muffled enough not to attract attention, his hands divided and conquered no matter how much I struggled. He had my wrists pinned over my head before I even knew what was going on, while his other hand, which had captured my attention with its panic-inducing ascent from my thigh to my panties, reached its goal.
I had one move left, one trick that I’d been taught in a self-defense class that Gildermann required its female populace to take. I tensed a moment before I threw my head forward with as much force as possible and sent it crashing into Trinton’s nose. On reflex, he released my wrists to cup his bleeding nose and I dashed to the side. Fear made my lungs seize up as I expected him to grab me from behind once more.
Then, thank God, the door opened, and the sight of Lennox’s glorious face made me want to sob with relief.
“Everything okay in here?” Lennox grated out, pushing the door open and catching Trinton lunging after me. His jaw ticked with outrage, but he stayed silent as he read the scene, and just held out his hand for me.
“Small misunderstanding,” the professor stated, as he straightened his clothes, smoothed his hair down, and wiped a trickle of blood from his nose.
“Hey, babe,” I greeted, as I looped my arm around Lennox’s waist. “Were you waiting for me?” I squeezed him a little tighter, mentally willing him to go with it.
“Was wondering what was taking so long,” he replied with a shrug as he smiled down at me, his rich brown eyes crinkling around the edges.
I pushed up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. I had intended for it to be just a brief kiss that someone would give a longtime lover, but when his arms tightened around me, I knew I’d kicked the hornet’s nest.
Lennox’s free hand came up and cupped my face, his thumb smoothing over my cheekbone as he deepened the kiss. When he pulled away, I was glad that I’d been hanging on to him because I was weak in the knees.
“My girlfriend in trouble, Professor?” he queried, while I was still blinking up at him as though I was seeing him for the first time.
“Just get her to pay more attention in class or she’s going to fail,” he grumbled, his body turned from us now as he tried to clean himself up.
“Will do,” Lennox retorted, his smile lost on the professor before he turned and walked us back toward the door.
The second I was out of there, I didn’t know whether to exhale with relief or sob with terror.
That was assault, right?
The way he’d pinned me against the wall, the way he’d tried to touch me? What he would have done if I hadn’t been able to get away or Lennox hadn’t been there?
As bad as it was, it had almost been a thousand times worse. The reality of the situation I’d just escaped started to sink in and I shuddered.
Fuck.
What was it with the men in this godforsaken Academy? Why did they all think they had the right to treat the women here like it was nineteen-nineteen?
The thought had me jerking out of Lennox’s hold. It wasn’t on him what had just happened—
Wait.
It was.
I’d had sex with a guy I’d believed was my boyfriend, and he and his friends had decided to share that with the rest of the world, which had led to that old bastard coming on to me.
For the first time in a long while, I felt tears prick my eyes, and my fingers fumbled as I grabbed my cell phone.
I needed Winston.
I needed him.
Now.
As I began tapping out a text, my hands were shaking, making the easy task impossible. Even as I tried to hit ‘send’ on the short message, my cell was grabbed and as I looked up in outrage, I watched it get tucked into Flynn’s pocket.
“What are you doing?” I rasped, hearing the desperation in my voice and not giving a damn about it. “Give it back to me.”
He shook his head. “No,” he stated grimly, his hand cupping my jaw. “What just happened?”
“Trinton was—” Lennox’s jaw worked. “He was going to force her.”
“Force her?” Blake ground out, his eyes narrowing. “To have sex?”
My nostrils flared. “No. To do my multiplication tables,” I spat. “What the fuck do you think he was going to force me to do? He said my grades were too low and that he’d give me extra credit.”
“I’ll kill him.” Flynn’s voice was low, mean, and deadly, and it surprised the hell out of me.
Sure, since the start of this odd relationship, I’d come to realize he was capable of pulling mean stuff, but that tone of voice? It did something to me.
Even as I felt like my world was collapsing around me, because a pissant professor thought he could try to blackmail me for extra credit, the threat inherent in Flynn’s statement got me hot.
So fucking hot.
The dichotomy between the terror of seconds before and this raging arousal was borderline terrifying, and I stared at him, aware that we were in a corridor and could do nothing anyway, and transmitted every ounce of feeling his way.
When he saw it, he jerked back in surprise. “Briar?” he murmured, his tone faintly uneasy now. Not because of what he’d said, but because of my reaction.
