Page 7 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11

Wednesday

I wasn’t exactly sure what my plan was. I just needed to be alone with Penny to talk all this out. To figure out what our next steps were. To make sure she was okay. To make sure we were okay.

The back door to my Comm class opened. Shit.

I couldn’t let any of them see me. Joe would have a field day.

I grabbed the doorknob of an empty classroom, but it was locked.

I tried another door and breathed a sigh of relief when it opened.

I ducked inside and hit my foot against a bucket.

It was dark, but the bucket and the lemon scent told me I was in a custodial closet.

I opened the door a crack to peer down the hall.

The class was quickly emptying out. Everyone was whispering and I didn’t need to hear it to know what they were talking about. But Penny was nowhere in sight. I frowned and stared at the door until she finally emerged. It looked like she was seconds away from bursting into tears.

Fuck. Her arms were wrapped around herself like she was trying to make herself smaller. The whispering grew louder. People were staring.

I waited until she was a step away from the closet before I opened the door. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the closet next to me. The door closed and it was pitch-black, but I’d already seen how she was feeling.

"Are you okay?" I asked as my eyes slowly adjusted.

She immediately burst into tears.

"Penny?" I pulled her face against my chest and ran my fingers through her hair. I didn’t know what to do to make this better other than holding her. "I don't like seeing you cry. Tell me what you need."

She didn't respond. She just continued to cry.

"Penny, please talk to me," I said.

"I told you I'd give up everything for you," she sobbed. "I said I didn't care about finishing school here. I said we could run away together. I'll do whatever you want. Please don't do this."

I put my hands on her shoulders. "Do what? What are you talking about?" I’d already resigned. I couldn’t just undo that.

"Please. I can't lose you. I know what living is like when we aren't together. I don't want to feel that way again. I can't feel that way again."

"You're not losing me. Hey." I grabbed her chin and tilted her head up so that I could see her eyes. "I love you. Where is this coming from?"

"You're not breaking up with me?"

"No." I laughed. I couldn’t help it. The thought was preposterous. What had even given her that idea? I’d just quit my job to ensure that we could stay together. "Penny, no."

"Well don't say things like we need to talk then," she said through her tears. "When people say that, it means they want to break up."

I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t laugh again. "You really do watch too much T.V." I wiped her tears away with my thumbs. "Please stop crying."

She took a deep breath. There were still tears on her cheeks, but she looked a little pissed off now. "We're supposed to be a team."

"We are a team."

"No, we're not. You made the decision to quit without even discussing it with me first."

"I listened to what Joe had to say. There wasn't even a decision that needed to be made. There was only one option."

"But you had already decided,” she said. “You had a resignation letter with you."

"I like to be prepared..."

"You knew what you were going to do.”

Yeah, fair. I didn’t really know what to say. I’d wanted to talk to her about it. We didn’t get a chance. But I did all this to protect her. I did it for her. For us.

“You knew and you didn't tell me. I felt blindsided in there."

"I told you to let me go alone. I asked you to let me handle it. And it was my choice to make. Not yours."

"What? It was a decision that affects both of us. Why do you want to do everything alone? I gave up everything to be with you. Stop pushing me away."

"Please stop crying. I don't know what you want me to do.” I couldn’t take back what had happened this morning.

It was done. And I just wanted to move past it.

“I want to give you what you need. Please just tell me what you want.

Let me reassure you about how I feel." I wiped away more of her tears with my thumbs.

She grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard.

I had not been expecting that. But I liked this turn of events.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me.

My hands slid to her ass. Yeah, I definitely liked this turn of events.

If there was one thing I knew we were good at, it was makeup sex.

But I didn’t want to do it in this lemon scented closet.

"Let's go back to the apartment," I said as I traced kisses down the side of her neck.

"No." She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

I usually liked being the one in control. But her flipping the script already had me rock hard.

"This is what I need." She wrapped her hand around my cock.

If my dick deep inside of her was the reassurance she needed, I’d give it to her. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs up around me. I stepped toward the wall, but tripped over a bucket.

She slid down my torso and her feet hit the ground again.

"Shit. Sorry, Penny."

She silenced me with another kiss.

I’d had so many dreams of fucking her in my classroom.

I had two favorites. Taking her right against the chalkboard was one.

And I was especially fond of this one dream where she was at the podium trying to give her speech while I ate her out.

We’d never have sex in my classroom now.

This janitor’s closet was probably the closest we’d ever get to that.

But just thinking about my fantasies while her lips were against mine was driving me crazy.

I heard the zip of her jeans. I pushed my body against hers, pressing her back against the wall. I slid her pants the rest of the way down. She held on to me as she stepped out of them and her shoes.

"I think this will reassure you," I said and knelt in front of her. No, she wasn’t in the middle of giving a speech like in my fantasy. But I could still make her scream.

She probably expected me to kiss the inside of her thigh, or gently brush my fingers against her clit to tease her. But just the scent of her had me undone. And I was suddenly starving. I thrust my tongue deep inside her wetness.

"Fuck," she moaned as her hands fell to my shoulders.

Her pussy was as greedy for my tongue as I was for her. I swear the taste of her was the only sustenance I needed. I thrust my tongue even deeper inside of her as I rubbed my nose against her clit.

"James," she panted.

I lifted her thighs over my shoulders so that I was supporting all her weight. I slid one of my hands underneath her tank top and beneath her bra. I groaned against her swollen clit. I loved every inch of her. But the weight of her breast in my hand did something to me.

I reached down with my other hand and grabbed my cock. Fuck, I needed a release. I needed it to be my cock inside her tight pussy instead of my tongue.

I thrust my tongue deeper and rubbed my nose against her clit again. Come for me, baby. Come and then let me fuck you so hard. I ran my hand up and down my shaft faster.

She moaned as her pussy clenched around my tongue. God, she was so sweet. I lapped up all her juices as her body shuddered.

"Do you feel better now?" Because it was my turn. I placed another long stroke against her wetness as I reached up and moved her thighs off my shoulders.

She was too breathless to respond. She just stared at me as her back slid down the wall.

"Because your cunt is delicious. I could do that forever.

" I leaned forward and kissed her stomach.

I needed my cock deep inside of her, but I always did my best negotiating with her when she was perfectly sated from an orgasm.

I needed to hear her say that she trusted me. I needed to know that we were okay.

I stayed on my knees and stared up at her. "I told you everything would be okay and it will be. I need you to trust me. I need you to trust my judgment."

"I do trust you."

"Then we should be celebrating today, not fighting." I sunk one of my fingers into her wetness.

She moaned.

"I'm divorced." I thrust my finger deeper.

She was still soaked.

"I'm not your professor anymore." I slid another finger inside of her. How was she still so tight?

"James," she moaned.

I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her, stretching her wide for my cock. "We can finally be together, just like you wanted. So tell me, how else can I reassure you?"

She moaned again.

I stood up and hooked my fingers, hitting her in that spot she loved.

Her body shuddered again.

"Do you need me to take you home and make love to you?" I kissed her neck. "Or do you want me to fuck you in this closet? Because I need my cock inside of you. I need reassurance too." I pressed my thumb against her clit.

"Fuck me. Oh God, please fuck me."

Good, girl. "I was hoping you'd say that," I said and bit down on her earlobe. I grabbed her thighs, lifted her legs around my waist, and sunk my cock deep inside of her tight pussy. Fucking heaven. I slammed her back against the shelves on the side of the closet.

Penny buried her fingers in my hair as I started moving my hips.

God, every thrust was perfection. The way she gripped me drove me fucking crazy.

Bottles toppled to the ground from the shelves behind her. The fake lemon scent filled the room even more. But I didn't care that we were making a mess.

Her fingers tangled in my hair even more as she deepened the kiss.

I began to thrust faster. Harder. She tilted her hips to meet me. I groaned into her mouth. It was like her body had been created to please me and only me. I dug my fingers into her hips to try to calm down.

"Harder," she moaned.

My girl was a greedy little slut. Desperate for my cock. Desperate for my cum to fill her. I slammed into her harder, almost knocking the shelves over.

"If you want it harder, I'll give it to you harder." I carried her over to a table and pushed some of the contents to the ground. They must have been paper products, because they barely made a sound. I laid her down on the table and leaned over her.

She reached out and unbuttoned my shirt, sliding her hands down my six pack. "I'll never get enough of you," she whispered.

I had said those words to her before. It was different for me though. Twisted. I was an addict. But it was like she was saying she was addicted to me too. She was trying to put us on an even playing field. And that’s what I wanted. I wasn’t her professor anymore. We were just…us.

"Good,” I said. “Because I'm never letting you go." I grabbed the edge of the table near her head and slid my hard cock back inside of her. Fuck.

She tilted her head to the side, trying her best not to make a sound.

But I wanted her to look at me. I grabbed her chin and turned her head back toward me.

"Look at me when you orgasm, Penny. I want to see your face.

" I let go of her chin, wrapped my hand around her thigh, and moved my hips faster.

The angle let me go even deeper. It was rough and intimate at the same time.

Just the way she liked it. This was what she needed. "Come for me, Penny."

It only took a moment before I felt her pussy clenching around my cock. Fuck. I groaned as shot after shot of cum filled her.

Penny closed her eyes, but I grabbed her chin again.

She stared up at me as she milked every last drop of cum out of my cock.

I loved the way she was staring up at me.

Like I was a fucking god. I’d thought that would change when she found out all my problems. But she still looked at me the same.

She still loved me. And I knew I’d made the right choice by stepping away from my job.

Nothing else in the world mattered when we were together.

I slowly pulled out of her. We were good. But there was still something we needed to do today. And I hoped we weren’t too late.