Red Hot Obsessions (151 page)

Chapter 8: GETTING OVER YOU

After another night of crying myself to sleep over Damien Reed, I decided he just wasn't worth it. My after school lessons with him were officially over, and I would also be dropping Art Appreciation class. As much as I wanted to think that I was strong enough to see him every day at school, I knew better.

I spent most of Sunday moping around the house, trying not to think about the night before and failing miserably at it. When Chase called to ask if I wanted to come over, I was more than happy to take up his invitation. My lesson with Damien Reed would be starting soon, and I needed something to distract my mind while I didn't attend, otherwise I might drive myself insane thinking about it.

I was at Chase's doorstep in less than thirty. There was a strange buzzing on the other side of the door, and when he opened it, I saw that his hand was occupied with an electric razor, shaving off his nonexistent stubble. A grin played across my lips. He was so silly sometimes.

“Getting ready for me, stud,” I joked as I pushed past him to flop down on the sofa.

“I haven't shaved in three days,” he told me.

“You look like you don't have anything to shave.”

“Ouch.”

“That's a good thing. Hairy guys are gross.” I thought about the thin layer of hair across Damien's broad chest and tight abdominal muscles.
Hair is gross on everyone but him. Somehow, he manages to make it look very very yummy.

“Well then, you're lucky I'm pretty hairless.”

“Indeed.”

He turned off the razor and gave me a kiss on the cheek before going to the bathroom to set the razor in its cradle. I looked at my watch, feeling uncomfortable. Right about now, I'd be pulling up in Damien Reed's driveway.

This will never do. I need something more than chatter to keep my mind occupied.

By the time Chase rounded the corner, I was unbuttoning my blouse. He gaped at me in astonishment.

“Damn, Chey. You just got here.”

“I know. And I can't wait a moment longer.”

“Was my sex that good?” He smirked, looking unpleasantly cocky.

“Um. Yeah. Can't get enough of the D,” I joked.

“If you absolutely can't wait.” He pulled his black T-shirt over his head, revealing a smooth swimmers build beneath. Chase had always been active in high school sports, which had kept him in great shape. I licked my lips at the sight of his washboard abs, feeling an aching need between my legs. Soon, that amazing body would be rocking on top of me, driving me to the heights of pleasure. The thought made me feel stupidly happy.

“You are really sexy,” I told him.

“Right back at you, kid.” He made a clicking sound with his tongue and winked at me. It was completely dumb but still made me laugh.

I shrugged off my blouse and then quickly unclasped my bra, allowing it to fall over my shoulders and onto the floor. Chase knelt between my legs, wrapping his arms around my sides and drawing me forward so that he could lick at one of my nipples. My eyes were already hooded, watching him with lust as he sucked the taut peak into his mouth and gave it a gentle bite. I gasped as pleasure pulsed from my chest to my cunt, my clit firing off in approval.

He moved to my other nipple, making tight circles around it with the tip of his tongue before flicking it back and forth and then engulfing it in the warm wetness of his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, feeling his skin beneath my fingertips as he sucked a bit too hard, making me wince in exquisitely delicious pain.

“Is it good?” he asked, kissing a trail up to my collarbone while his hands worked to hike up my skirt.

“Yes,” I moaned in reply.

His lips reached mine, and our mouths moved together in time, sucking and caressing and exploring. I enjoyed the affection he lavished on me. It was as if I could feel the love flowing from his body to mine. There was no mystery with Chase, no games, and I absolutely loved it.

He pressed one of my hands between his legs to feel the prominent bulge that had formed beneath his jeans. I took it as a sign he was ready for more. As seductively as I could, I scooted toward the edge of the sofa, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and dry humping him over our clothes. It reminded me of high school all over again, giving me a giddy nostalgic feeling. We weren't that young and innocent anymore though. Not innocent at all.

Chase looped his fingers around the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down, moving back so he could get them over my knees. I kicked them to the side once they fell to the floor.

With a devious grin, Chase pulled himself up onto the couch, then grabbed me gently by the wrist and guided me to sit on top of him. My skirt was crumpled up all the way to my waist, my naked cunt rubbing on the bulge in his jeans. The feel of the hard material against my sensitive parts was somehow pleasurable. Unlike with Damien Reed, I wasn't worried that Chase would get pissed off if I got my womanly wetness on his clothes.

“You're gonna make me nut if you're not careful,” Chase warned.

I hadn't even realized how torturous my rubbing against his cock must have been for him. The pleasure of the friction against my clit almost made me forget about his needs completely.

When I moved back, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his thick tool. I grinned as I saw the tip already shiny with pre-come. He must not have been joking. Silly young men and their lack of self-control.

Before he even had time to let go of his cock, I was taking over, brushing his hand away so I could start stroking it. The skin was velvet to my fingers, the flesh beneath it solid as a rock. Chase groaned as I pumped him with my hand, his head resting against the sofa, his eyes rolling back until I could only see the whites of them. I leaned forward and licked up his Adam's apple. He had a nice one, large and kissable. My lips yearned to suck on it, to bite it, but I knew to be gentle as I lavished affection on his throat.

“Bed,” he groaned, and I tried not to scowl. Why couldn't we do it right here on the couch? Still, I didn't complain, standing up and shedding my skirt before I followed him into the bedroom.

This time, the bed had been made, and I was ever so thankful. I laughed as he did a flying leap onto his back, his erect dong flapping wildly.

“Come to me, my love,” he said in an overly dramatic way, outstretching his arms to me.

I happy obliged, crawling on top of him. My body edged down over his cock, and I rubbed my parted lips up and down his shaft, causing his body to tense and the smirk to leave his face as he went back to looking lusty.

“You are the most evil tease ever,” he whispered.

“You love it though,” I giggled before leaning down to kiss him, my soft breasts pressing against the firmness of his chest.

“I do,” he admitted, reciprocating my affection.

“Should I tease you some more?”

“Please don't.”

“But I think it would be fun,” I pouted, moving back down his body.

He watched me, looking somewhere between pain and pleasure. Grinning wickedly, I wrapped my hand around the base of his hot member, rubbing it against my cheek. The scent of sex seeping from his slit was already overpowering. I licked at the source, tasting his salty pre-juices. His body shuttered beneath me.

This was definitely torturous. I could see it in his eyes. Relentlessly, I pressed on, teasing his fleshy member with my lips and tongue. My hands went down to cup his balls, gently massaging them.

“They feel full,” I noted.

“They are full,” he breathed.

“I'm going to suck it now,” I said in my most seductive voice and then popped the tip into my mouth.

Chase moaned, bucking up into me until it almost triggered my gag reflex. Just when I was about to pull up, he tangled his hands into my hair, forcing me back down again. Any attempt at suppressing my gag reflex was lost, and I coughed wildly around his cock. This didn't seem to faze him at all though. With his hands twisted in my hair, Chase began pumping in and out of my mouth, taking complete control. It was a side of him that I hadn't seen before, dominant and carnal, and it drove me absolutely wild.

My cunt pulsed with each thrust of his throbbing manhood into my mouth. Tears cascaded down my cheeks from my face being overfilled, and I counted them as tears of joy. He fucked my mouth mercilessly, until I could feel drops of his pre-seed painting the back of my throat. I slurped and swallowed them as best I could, feeling like I had a pretty good handle on things. Then he groaned, his whole body tensing as he thrust his hips up into me and held them there. Warm seed spurted into my mouth, overwhelming me. I opened my throat and let it slide down, devouring the full salty load. When Chase finally let go of my hair, I pulled back, panting in disbelief of what had just happened.

The expression on his face was absolutely euphoric, and when he finally opened his eyes, he whispered, “That's what you get for being such a tease.”

I lay beside him, stunned. “I'll have to tease you more often then. That was amazing.”

“Really?” He gave me an uncertain look.

“Really. I like it that you took control. It made me all hot and bothered.” I traced the groove in his hip with my fingertip, licking the remnants of his seed off my lips.

“I'll keep that in mind.” He grinned.

I snuggled up against him, laying my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. His warm arm around my shoulder made me feel safe and secure and loved. It was a rather wonderful feeling.

“So, have you given anymore thought to us?” he asked, sounding nervous.

My lips sulked into a soft frown. For as much as I did care about Chase, I still wasn't sure if I was ready for a relationship.

“Can I have a little more time?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent and sweet as possible.

He sighed, “More time. Sure. Well, what do you want to do until you decide?”

“I can think of some things.” My lecherous grin returned as I began to play with his tool, running my fingers up and down the length and watching as it responded to my touch.

“You're so naughty.”

I lifted my head, gazing into his eyes. “Naughty, and wanting you inside of me.”

“I think that can be arranged.” He began to sit up, but I pushed him back down.

“I want to be on top,” I said, climbing over him.

His eyes widened as I grabbed the base of his shaft, pumping it a few times until he was fully engorged. Then I lifted myself up, positioning the head against my wet slit. Chase groaned as I lowered myself, engulfing him in my soft folds. There was a small sting as the tip went inside, but once I started sliding down the shaft, the most prominent feeling was stretching and fullness. His cock spread me uncomfortably wide, making my skin feel like it might tear from his impressive girth. Despite the unpleasantness of this sensation, my clit was going buck wild, throbbing and threatening to send me over the edge. By the time I was all the way down on his rod, my body was rolling in contractions from a surprise orgasm. I shuddered as I held myself steady, embarrassed by my own lack of self-control.

“Damn. Your dick really does have some magical power over me,” I commented.

The orgasm wasn't the best I ever had, but it was still pleasant. My body stilled on top of Chase, waiting for the contractions to stop. He didn't seem to be patient though. At the first squeeze of my tunnel on his manhood, he began thrusting, gliding his slick member in and out of me.

I allowed him to take control again, losing everything I had learned from the girl in Damien's video. I simply sat there, holding myself up on top of Chase while he moved in and out of me. Eventually, he grabbed my hips, bouncing me on his cock. When our bodies collided, a tremor of pain would ripple through me, as if he was plunging too deep inside, but the hot friction of our bodies moving together helped to balance the pain out with pleasure.

It wasn't long before he was urging me off of him so that his balls could expend their load. I watched the drippy seed leave his meat stick. The puddle that pooled on his stomach was small, and I wondered if it had been the same amount that went into my mouth. Probably not. It looked like there was only about a teaspoon on his stomach. It felt like he had emptied half a cup into my mouth, though I knew that wasn't realistic.

My cell phone rang, and I reached across Chase's panting body to grab it. The name on the caller ID made all the joy drain from my face. Damien Reed. I hit the reject button and turned my phone off, silently cursing him for ruining my mood.

“Who was it?” Chase asked.

“Telemarketer,” I grumbled.

“So annoying.”

“Yeah.”

“So, are you hungry?” He sat up, quickly scouring the room for a sock to clean himself off with.

“I could eat,” I admitted.

“Want to order a pizza?”

“Sure.”

The rest of the night was spent in comfortable contentment. We got dressed, and watched TV until the pizza arrived. Then he put on some silly romance movie while we ate. I was certain it was an attempt to make me want him as a boyfriend, and to be honest, it kind of worked.

Chapter 9: LOVE AND LUST

True to my word, I did not go to Art Appreciation class the next day. It was strange having an extra hour before lunch, but convenient at the same time. I decided to start coming home for lunch instead of eating at campus. The extra hour gave me time to get a head start on my home work so that my nights weren't so hectic.

Damien Reed had sent me a text on Sunday night after his phone call to ask if I was alright. I didn't bother responding. What did he really care if I was alright anyway?

To my surprise, he tried to call and text me again on Monday night, then on Tuesday night, and Wednesday night. The fact that he kept trying to get in contact with me made me uncomfortable . . . and hopeful. Why, I didn't know. It was over between us. He was water under the bridge.

On Wednesday after school, I went out to dinner with Tanya. She was all rainbows and butterflies as she told me about the goings on with this new boy she had been seeing. Apparently, things were starting to get quite serious.

“I think . . . I'm ready for an actual relationship,” she squealed, her overzealous mannerisms forcing me to smile. It was so funny how she acted when she was excited, as if she couldn't contain the energy built up inside of her.

“Wow. That's a huge step for you,” I said, genuinely surprised.

“I know. But seriously, Chey, he makes me feel like no guy ever has. The sex is so good, and he's so good to me. He buys me things and opens doors for me and treats me like a princess.”

“Sounds amazing.”

“He really is. I want you to meet him sometime soon. He has to pass the Chey test if he's going to be in my life.”

I laughed. “You make it sound like meeting me is like meeting your parents.”

“It is kind of like that.” She looked thoughtful. “My best friend has to approve of my boyfriend, otherwise it just won't work.”

“I'm sure I'll like him just fine.”

“I hope so. He's such a doll face. What about your man? The infamous James. When am I going to meet him?”

I sighed, and then launched into the story about Damien Reed, leaving no detail unspoken. Despite Tanya being ridiculously protective of me, I didn't really think she would turn him into the school board. Besides, what had happened between us was already over. Even if she did turn him in, part of me felt like he deserved it. He had seduced a student, after all.

When I finished my spiel about Damien, I told Tanya about Chase too, that we had sex, and I was thinking of getting with him. She was completely uninterested in that part of the story though, still awestruck by my weekend romps with Damien Reed.

“Oh my God, Chey. You fucked Damien Reed?”

“We didn't fuck,” I insisted, feeling suddenly embarrassed. “We just gave each other oral sex.”

“And you don't think he has feelings for you at all?”

“No. He's too . . . serious and proper and not caring,” I said with distaste.
Nothing like Chase.

“Dude, you are so fucking blind.”

“What do you mean?” I quirked my eyebrow.

“Think about it. You sent him a video of you and Chase having sex, and he responded by making you watch a video of him having sex. He must have known that would get to you.”

“No.” I shook my head. “I'm pretty sure that was just on the curriculum for his sex class.”

“I'm not buying it. That sounds too vindictive. Maybe watching you have sex with someone else hurt him, so he decided to hurt you by doing the same thing.”

“I'm sure that's not it. Trust me, I know the guy a lot better than you do, no offense.”

“Alright,” she relented. “Let's say you're right. Let's say the video thing was just a really bizarre coincidence. But you can't deny he's been calling you ever since Sunday night. That's four nights in a row. He could have easily figured out you're okay between now and then. I mean, he talks to other professors and stuff.”

That, I couldn't deny. Even I found it strange he had called and texted so much, though they had all been completely innocent.

“Here. Let me see your cell phone. I want to read the text messages,” Tanya said, making grabby hands at my phone.

“Fine,” I passed it to her, sighing. The last thing I needed was her to plant illogical thoughts in my head. Damien and I were over. Weren't we?

She scrolled through my texts, then bounced in her seat as she slid the phone back in front of me. “Look at that one. He says, 'I
need
to know you're alright.' Not
want
to know you're alright.
Need
to know. If he didn't care about you, he wouldn't
need
to know you're alright,” she insisted.

I rolled my eyes. “You're reading waaay too far into this. What about Chase? Aren't you happy that Chase and I are finally getting together?”

“Pfft. Fuck Chase. Chase is boring. Damien Reed is a kinky gorgeous sexual God. Do you know how many women would kill to have personal lessons with him?” She made quotation marks with her hands when she said the word personal.

“Well, they can have him. He's a mind fuck, and I'm not interested in playing games.” Even as I said it though, my heart felt a twinge of pain.

No, Chey. You're not going to feel guilty. Chase may be boring, but at least he's steady. Damien Reed is just an unobtainable tease. You're better off without him.

The seed was planted though, and the entire drive home, thoughts of Damien Reed infected my mind. Why was I having such a hard time letting him go? What if the things Tanya said were true? What if he was throwing signals, albeit very vague and easily misinterpreted ones?

After wracking my brain for hours, I decided I needed to know the truth—had to know before I could comfortably settle into a relationship with Chase. When Damien Reed called the next day, I'd answer the phone and lay it all out for him. It would be hard, but he needed to know my feelings, and I needed closure if this bizarre romance was all inside my head.

The following afternoon, I watched my phone like a hawk, waiting with bated breath for it to ring—for Damien Reed's number to flash across my caller ID. As the night drug on, I quickly began losing hope. He wasn't going to call. It was truly over.

For some reason, the thought drained the energy right out of me. I spent most of Friday sulking around school, walking extra slow in the hallways, hoping to catch a glimpse of Damien Reed, the man I had lost.
Stupid, Chey. You never had him in the first place. How can you lose what you never had?

Tanya wanted to go out that night, but I was too depressed, figuring I would wallow in my pajamas, sappy movies, and popcorn until I submitted to the fact that my only romantic option was Chase. It wasn't like he was a bad option. In fact, I felt like a cunt for even being upset about Damien, but I couldn't seem to get over him.

My phone buzzed, conveniently right in the middle of a sex scene that had my groin aching. For a moment, I thought about shoving the phone between my legs, but then decided to flip it open instead.

The message was from Damien. It simply said, “Your lesson is tomorrow at 9PM. I expect you to meet me at the address below. If you do not show up, you will never hear from me again.”

I looked at the address, which was unfamiliar to me, then I read the text message again. It sounded more like a threat than anything else, though I was sure that it wasn't meant that way.

Nine o'clock was awfully late for a lesson. For my first two lessons, I met him at his place at four. That gave me time to take my lesson and then have my entire evening free. I didn't like this change in schedule. Then again, I didn't have to like it. If I didn't want to, I didn't have to go. And why should I go? I had already committed to ending everything with Damien. Hadn't I?

For a few minutes, I thought about calling Damien, about pouring my heart out over the phone to him. I had told myself that was what I was going to do. But now, knowing I had a chance to see him again, to pick up with my lessons where we had left off, I couldn't force myself to dial the number.

Mixed emotions flooded through me, and I ended up grumpily turning off the TV and heading to bed early to escape myself through sleep. I didn't want to think about what this meant—didn't want to think about the decision I had to make. It should have been an easy one, and yet it wasn't. Deep down, I wanted to see Damien Reed and make my peace with him.

The next night, I found myself getting to the location in the text message early. When I pulled onto a street filled with small off-the-wall businesses, I thought I had gotten lost. There was a vacuum cleaner repair shop, a Tae Kwon Do academy, and a pool supply place. The address on the card though led me in front of a building called CheerTastic.

I groaned, thinking about how I couldn't be in the right spot. All the lights were off inside, and there were no cars out front. Just when I was about to put my Miata in reverse and pull away, the headlights of a car beamed down the secluded street, and then it turned into the parking lot.

I held my breath, watching the red Corvette's reflection in the windows of the cheer studio. The engine was killed, and Damien Reed stepped out of the driver-side door, giving my Miata a knowing smile.

“I didn't think I was at the right place,” I told him as I crawled out of my car, my words drowned out by the fierce drumming of my heart.

Damien didn't even acknowledge me, walking to the door of the establishment and unlocking it with a set of keys he had pulled from his pocket. He disappeared inside to disarm the alarm and turn on the lights. Then he returned to hold the door open for me. I walked in past him, keeping my eyes to the floor.

“This is an odd place for a lesson,” I muttered, taking a sheepish look around.

The floor of the room was padded except for a small strip of walkway and benches on the right side of the room that started at the door and extended all the way to the back wall. All three walls were covered from floor to ceiling in mirrors. Only the front wall wasn't a mirror, and that one was entirely made of glass, which looked out onto the desolate street.

“You going to teach me how to dance?” I joked, trying to lighten the mood. Damien hadn't said a word to me since we arrived, and it was beginning to make me very uncomfortable.

He sat down on the bench, looking up at me. There was no clipboard in his hand. No pen.

“Today's lesson is about exposure,” he told me, calm as ever, seemingly forgetting that I had ignored him for an entire week. “It's about displaying your secret desires for all the world to see.”

My secret desires? The only fantasy I really had was being spanked. Did he plan on doing that to me here, so I could see it from all angles? My clit throbbed as I imagined myself bent over his knee, my skirt hiked up, his thick palm slamming against my pale flesh, making me whimper. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to push the fantasy away.

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

“Here, where everyone can see?” I shot a glance toward the window.

“You marked on your questionnaire that you have no preference about voyeurism. This is today's lesson. You'll either do what you're told, or you'll leave,” the seriousness of his words twisted my stomach with unpleasantness. I wanted to leave. That was the plan, right? To say everything I had to say and then leave, never to see Damien Reed again.

“What if someone sees? Aren't you worried about getting in trouble?” I asked.

“There isn't much traffic on this street, which is why it's the perfect location for this lesson.”

“Who does this place belong to anyway?”

“Less talking. More undressing.”

My heart was thundering in my chest, my mind caught between staying and going. This lesson seemed like an interesting one, yet I knew I shouldn't indulge him. I had told myself we were just going to talk. Nothing sexual. Yet my body yearned for his touch. It was easy to suppress it when we were apart, but when he was sitting right in front of me, with his dark eyes, tight clothes, and legs slightly spread. Well, the man caused cravings, to say the least.

Despite myself, I found my clothes practically melting off around me. Within in a matter of minutes, I was standing there naked, looking at the gorgeous woman in the mirror from all angles. I felt exposed but confident, proud of my body. There was nothing to be ashamed of.

Damien stood up and approached me. I turned my gaze from him, but the mirrors wouldn't let me escape. Soon, he was standing in front of me, only inches away.

“Turn around and walk to the window,” he told me. “I want you standing only a few inches away from it, so everyone outside can see.”

There was no one outside, but in my mind's eye, there was an entire crowd. For some reason, facing the mirrors wasn't anywhere near as daunting as facing the windows. Perhaps I wasn't so concerned with people seeing my backside. After all, an ass looks like an ass. It's faces that are discernible. I took a deep breath, wrapping my arms around my chest before I turned.

“We'll have none of that,” he said, grabbing my shoulders and forcing my arms back, exposing my breasts for all the world to see. My body shivered with want from his touch, the intimacy of it sending need surging down to my cunt.

I could feel the heat emanating from his body as he followed me to the window. Soon, I was standing in front of it, staring outside at the world. The little businesses surrounding the area were dark. Only one parking lot had a car in it, but the business in front of it looked empty, as did the car. After a few minutes, I began feeling more secure standing there naked.

“How are you liking being naked for all the world to see?” Damien whispered into my ear, his voice strangely seductive. I shivered as I felt his fingertips graze my skin, moving my hair away from my shoulder.

“It's not as bad as I thought it would be,” I admitted.

“Now that I've exposed you physically, it's time to expose you emotionally.”

I watched his face in the mirror. There was something different about him—the way he looked at me. His eyes stared hungrily at my neck, and when he took a step closer, I felt the bulge in his jeans pressing against my ass. My cunt throbbed in approval, my labia puffing up with desire.