Page 52 of Smut Lovers

Chapter One

Vik

“ I can’t– we can’t. Oh god! Stop. Jersey, please!

” I beg him to stop kissing my neck and caressing me, but my body says the opposite as I keep rubbing against him.

Remembering where we are, I splay my hands on his chest. His firm pecs roll under my palms. My clit throbs, my lips drip, and my pussy fucking aches for him to shove his hard cock inside me.

But fuck me dead because we cannot do this.

“ No !” I hiss a bit louder to get his attention, then attempt to push him away, but he doesn’t move, so with all my might, I shove Jersey harder.

He bends at the waist. His brown hair hangs in his face. Whipping his head, he straightens up and narrows the space between us.

I throw my hands up and say, “I mean it, Jersey. Seriously. Please.”

“Awe, come on, Vik, baby. I know you want me. You want this.”

His hands travel up and down his body, lifting his shirt, showing off his tight abs.

“It’s Miss Williams in my office. You know that,” I remind him sternly.

He brazenly grabs hold of his cock, still in his loose cotton shorts, rubbing his length up and down, moaning and licking his full lips.

Well, fuck me because, he’s right. I fucking want him. But that doesn’t matter. For many reasons. One: he’s a student. Reason number two: I’m his academic advisor and athletic trainer. Reason number three: he’s my mother’s best friend’s grandson.

Jesus! When I first met him, he was just a ten-year-old boy. I was nineteen then. Now he’s twenty-one, built to perfection. And my student athlete.

“Miss Williams, let me fuck you. Let me make you scream out my name,” he coaxes me with his husky voice.

I shake free from his hold on my mind and push him back again. “No. No. No. End of story.” I point to my office door. “Now go back to class.”

“We both know you want me to fuck you hard and rough. And one day—”

“Get out!” I hiss through pursed lips as I stomp to my office door. Swinging it open, I wave my arm to show him out.

He’s so fucking arrogant. He was the most popular kid in high school, and that popularity has followed him to college.

He plays football but prefers wrestling.

It doesn’t matter; he excels at both. He’s top of his class, and can have any of the many young women who swoon after him, but he ignores them.

Instead, he flirts with me– relentlessly.

He steps slowly toward me, and when he’s close enough, he brushes against me. Before leaving, he glances around the outer office, then leans down, skimming his lips against my ear. He whispers, “One day soon, Vik.”

“Stop,” I whisper-moan, and nudge him off me.

His hand lands on my hip. He grips it, grinning sinfully. He stands tall and leaves my office.

I suck in a breath and bite my lip to cover the moan wanting to escape me. Fuck!

Thankfully, no one’s in the main office of Coral Bay Academy, an elite private college here in Destin, FL, where I’m an academic advisor and athletic trainer for all sports, although wrestling is by far my favorite one.

I was the star girls’ wrestling champion when I attended CBA eight years ago.

State champ out of high school and landed a full scholarship to CBA, so I went on to wrestle there.

Mom was so proud of me. She managed to attend most of my meets.

When she brought Pam, her best friend, along, they became my cheering section.

It was great motivation to be the best. Mom bragged about me to Pam constantly.

Thinking back now, maybe that’s why Pam asked so many questions.

She wanted to know all about wrestling, so I told her.

Then I found out her grandson, Jersey, was moving in, and all his accomplishments in the sport during his high school days.

He was also the best at the private college he transferred from in Colorado.

Jersey moved in with Pam after his parents died in a motorcycle accident last summer.

It didn’t take long for him to make his first move on me, but he’s only twenty-one.

I’ll be thirty soon, so while he’s hot as sin, and my body reacts to him like it wants to fuck him, I need to keep a distance between us.

I’m not sure how Mom and Pam would react to Jersey and me being together either.

They may just kill us. Oh, and there’s the pesky fact that I could be fired for fraternizing with any student.

No matter how much I want to, I can’t.