Honor Student - By Teresa Mummert Page 0,19

butter melted in the pan, I walked back to my room to retrieve my cell phone. The screen said I had three missed calls. I had forgotten to switch the ringer back on last night after leaving the club. I scrolled through the numbers. Two of the calls were from Becka and one was unknown. I smiled but decided to return the calls after I ate.

Halfway through cooking my eggs, my phone rang again and someone banged loudly at the front door. I ignored the call and made my way to the living room, straightening my clothes that I had slept in from the night before.

The banging grew louder and I whipped open the door.

“William?” I said as Mr. Honor stood on the other side.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“I’m fine.” I said as I walked back into the kitchen to check on my food, leaving the door open for him to follow. “What’s wrong?” He looked like he had not slept at all.

“Why didn’t you answer my call?” he asked, his worry replaced by anger.

“I was going to as soon as I ate something.” I shot back, holding up the spatula. “Why are you here? If my Aunt was home she would call the police!” I pulled out and extra plate and divided the omelet in half, tugging self-consciously at my shirt. I could feel his eyes on me.

“I parked down the street. Has anyone come by here? Anyone who seemed strange?” he asked vaguely.

“Only you” I joked and held out a plate. He rolled his eyes and took the food, following me to the table.

“Why? Is someone looking for me?” I asked and his expression turned hard.

He ran his fingers through his dark hair and let out a long sigh.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” He said, his eyes locking onto mine. My cheeks burnt red and I glanced down at the table, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Look at me.” He said sternly and I slowly glanced up at him through my eyelashes. He stoked my pink cheek with the back of his hand, sending a rush of pleasure through my body. I bit my lip waiting for him to speak. Without warning, his lips found mine, hungrily. His hand wrapped in my hair, tugging gently.

“We can’t,” I breathed as his lips trailed down my neck. He spun me around and pushed me face down over the table.

“You better show me your room before I fuck you right here.” His words whispered low and deep in my ear as he pulled at my panties. I could not respond. My mind was spinning and all I wanted was to feel his touch. He slipped his finger inside me, pushing me harder against the table.

“Okay.” I muttered between panting breaths.

“Good girl” His breath tickled my ear with each word. I walked back the hallway in a daze, wanting to feel his hands on me again. I was overwhelmed by his forcefulness and the effect he had on me. When we had been together before he struggled to resist our connection but now he had given in to his most primal urges and he was no longer concerned with the consequences. I glanced over my shoulder at him as we reached my doorway.

Without warning, he lifted me in his arms and carried me inside, kicking the door closed behind him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, relishing every moment he let me touch him. He lay me down on my bed and began to unbutton his shirt. I bit my lip as I watched him undress. He tossed his shirt aside, pulling off his undershirt in one quick motion. His eyes danced over my legs as he undid his belt, and I squirmed underneath his stare. He pulled his belt from his pants and his jeans hung low on his hips, undone.

“You have no idea the things I want to do to you.” His words came out slowly as he slid the brown leather belt between his hands. I sat up on the edge of the bed and reached my hand out, rubbing it over his stomach, tracing the muscled that dipped down below his pants. He grinned wickedly down at me as his hands grabbed mine. He pushed me hard back onto the bed, his body coming down on top of mine with enough force to knock the wind out of me. I struggled below him but his weight held me captive beneath him.

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