A/N: Okay, another chapter for you guys. A little longer than the others, but some serious story progression happens here. I hope you like this one. Things get a bit dark towards the end, but for good reason! Please, leave a review, I LOVE them, and they really help me write the good stuff for you guys ;) Also, for reference, the bolded text is to signify text messages. Happy reading!
He was serious. The pressure that had been building in his pants since his maddeningly striking professor put a stop to his imminent blowjob, leading into other adult themed activities. That girl had been ready to worship him to no end after the astonishing orgasm his mouth gave her. So, here he was, in his apartment, searching the wonderful internet for the clip of Hot Tub High School that involved said professor in a wonderful nude scene.
He sat on his couch, one hand scrolling on his phone, the other undoing his belt and trousers, freeing his already hardening cock of its confines. He found it, of course. Some beautiful soul had created a looping clip of that scene, including a slow-mo version, too. Thank you. Was this weird? Not to him. This was only natural. Why not jerk off to a classic movie's nude scene staring your current professor? To Lucifer Morningstar, this was just another Tuesday mid-morning.
There she was, laughing and splashing about in that hot tub, dark purple, barely-there bikini, covering only the naughty bits. Tanned skin glistening from the water, hair slicked back and sticking to her shoulders. She was an absolute vision. Even today, she still has the same smile, same body (from what he can tell from the way her clothes fit), and same hair. Her features are harder, more worn, as if she's lived a life full of good and bad experiences. She wasn't the same carefree, nineteen year old from the movie, she was now a hardened woman, just trying to stay afloat.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, watching the way Chloe would lick her lips before she spoke, her eyes sparkling with delight with whatever one of her co-starts had said. Just from this scene, he could tell the difference between her fake, acting smile and her real, genuine smile that he would catch a glimpse of during her lectures, when she was talking about something she was passionate about. From the two hours he'd watched her, he had grown to love the way her nose crinkled a little when something made her laugh, the way her eyes would shine with joy if a student asked a good question. However, it wasn't her smile that was going to get him off. It was the way that bikini clung to her body once wet. The way he could make out her nipples straining against the material, creating just a slight shadow on her covered breasts.
He bit his lip, groaning as she stood up, exposing her flat stomach and the too-low bikini bottoms lifted high on her curved hips. He could feel his breath quickening as his strokes became faster, harder as the blood pulsed through his member. He watched the way her long, lean legs stepped up the small ladder, making her way out of the hot tub. He imagined his own hands running along those legs from foot to hip, grabbing at her skin and making his way up to her well-formed ass. The way those bikini bottoms cut high up on her cheeks just begged for them to be grabbed, squeezed, and slapped. Another quiet moan escaped his lips as she looked at someone off-screen, but it looked as if she were looking at him, beckoning him with those gorgeous blue-grey eyes.
He could feel his orgasm beginning to form deep inside his loins, the familiar coiling sensation that hinted he either had to slow it down or speed it up, depending on his mood. He was in no mood to torture himself any longer. He wanted release, and he wanted it while looking at her. He watched the on-screen Chloe slip out of her bikini top, revealing her perfectly perky breasts, soft and round, the perfect handful for his large hands. His grip on his phone tightened alongside his thighs, the muscles tensing as his strokes became more erratic, frantic, even. He watched as beads of water dripped down between her breasts, her golden skin glowing in the sun. Her hands grabbed her own breasts, the camera zoomed out to show her lips parting, her head falling back slightly as she moaned loudly.
He groaned as his cock twitched in his hand, almost sending him over the edge. He desperately wanted to hear that sound again, to hear her moan and groan as she writhed beneath him. As he watched off-screen actor approach her, capturing her lips and wrapping his arms around her waist, he imagined himself doing that to her. He imagined how he would grab her, hard, press her firmly into him so that she could feel what she did to him. He thought about the way her breasts would feel pressed into him, the way his cock would feel pressed against her stomach.
He was so close now, his hips beginning to buck under his movements, a slight sheen of sweat spreading across his body, his breath coming in pants and groans. He was waiting for one specific part he knew well, he wanted to cum to that, he wanted to cum to her throwing her head back, biting her lips, and crying out as she (pretended to) cum in the movie. He watched as her chest began to heave, the beginning of her inevitable fall, leading to his promised explosion. The whimpers and pants that left her mouth was music to his ears. Those sounds had never made him harder, had never affected him as much as they were now.
There is was, the moment he was waiting her: he watched her mouth fall open, her head thrown back and her eyes slam shut as she cried out, causing him to groan as his release covered his hand and trousers. He rode out his orgasm to watching her catch her breath, a small smile on her lips, her tits bouncing as she giggled. Once finally finished and sated, he took a deep breath, tossing his phone to the side and wiping his hand on his trousers. Feeling the much needed relief, tiredness came over him like a wave, his all-nighter of drinking, drugs, and sex finally catching up to him. He discarded his clothes in the laundry bin before jumping into a warm shower, letting the water cleans his skin and let him wonder what it would be like if he were in a hot tub with Professor Decker.
After the shower, he slipped into some briefs before collapsing into his bed, the cool sheets soothing his heated skin. Before he drifted off into sleep, he made a mental note to call a girl that looked similar to his Professor, hoping to make relieve his fantasy a little more with her, but first, he needed some sleep. Everything in his system had worn off and he was depressingly sober, sleep was his only escape from his life when sober.
She let him pin her against the wall, the slick white surface cooling, even through her clothes. Tall, hard body pressed into her, strong hands wrapped around her jaw, framing her face, as his lips attacked hers. She could feel the scratch of his stubble across her cheek as his lips traveled down her neck. Those soft, pouty lips leaving a trail of fire on her skin as he fell to his knees, hands grabbing her ass and lifting her skirt higher. She felt her legs tremble as he bit her inner thigh, his dark eyes looking up at her through even darker lashes. She nearly came from the look he gave her before plunging his tongue into her wet folds. He seemed to drink from her, his head bobbing as he pressed his tongue in and out, fucking her with his mouth.
She grabbed a fitful of his dark hair, pressing his face against where she needed him, the other hand tried to grab onto the flat surface behind her, just to steady herself a little bit. His strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her harder against his face. His teeth would graze her sensitive flesh in the best way, just barely catching on soft skin, giving a slight shock to her system. She loved the growls he made, the groans he let her hear at her taste against his tongue. She watched his handsome face move and flex to please her completely, her orgasm building by the second.
"Professor, you taste so good," he praised, his accented voice whispered against the skin of her inner thigh and her drenched center. She moaned at his words, the way they seemed to just roll off his tongue. He could say anything and it would sound like a dream, it would sound like it was just for her. "Please, tell me, how close are you to cumming on my tongue?"
"Fuck, so close," she whispered back, her head slamming into the whiteboard behind her. She realized where she was: her lecture hall. Her walls began to flutter as his lips and tongue continued to tease her entrance and her clit, his hot tongue dipping deep inside her every few strokes. She gasped, earning her a growl from the man below her, his hands wrapping behind her and grabbing her ass hard. She felt her walls begin to flutter as her eyes shot open, revealing her dark environment. She could feel the pulses and contractions of her orgasm as one hand gripped her pillow, the other was stroking through her dripping folds.
She was in bed. Her bed. In her room. She caught her breath, her heart rate only increasing when she realized it was just a dream. She should be elated that it was just a dream, but that lead to a whole new set of problems. She just had a wet dream, a very wet dream, about a student. About that one student that found his way into her thoughts more than she wanted to admit. The one student she caught eating out some young girl, just like he had been doing to her in her dream. Lucifer Morningstar was invading her thoughts, and her dreams, apparently. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Chloe rubbed her clean hand over her face, trying to wipe away the shame, feeling her smile on her lips.
The clock on her phone read 0520. She could go back to sleep, she should. She had nowhere to be on a Friday morning, thankfully, but she was afraid to go back to sleep. Afraid that she would dream of him again. She was appalled with herself. This wasn't like her. She didn't break the rules. She didn't even dream of breaking the rules. She had only seen him for, maybe, two hours, excluding watching him eat a girl out. Accepting that she was awake, she shot out of bed and walked towards her bathroom. Trixie would be up in a few hours for school, anyways, so she might as well get ready and make a good breakfast for her. Anything to keep her mind off of him.
While in the shower, she thought about how the divorce was affecting her. How everything was affecting her: the career change, the attack. While she had seen the counselor in order to be considered fit for duty, she hadn't been to therapy. She had considered it for a day, but decided against it. She was strong. She would get through it, plus, the new job gave her more downtime, more time to focus on her relationship with her daughter. However, Trixie wouldn't be with her this weekend. She would be with Dan until Monday night. That meant she was free to do anything all weekend. Which meant she was free to think of him all weekend. A shudder ran through her body, even under the almost-scalding water.
She should go out. She hadn't been out in ages. She hadn't seen friends from work in a long time, either. She knew they were busy doing important things, and she was busy trying to figure out how to be a normal member of society. Once dried, a large t-shirt on a towel wrapped around her head, she texted Ella, the bright and spunky forensics tech, knowing the woman would be awake and headed for the station soon.
Chloe: Plans tonight? I was thinking a girls night, just us. A few seconds later her phone buzzed. Of course, she would reply right away at 6 am.
Ella: Um, Yeah! I could definitely use a few drinks! Plus, we need to catch up!
Chloe: Yes, we do! I need some drinks too. She replied, not mentioning the need for said drinks for obvious reasons. She could always count on Ella to be there. To be the person that would do anything for you. She also wouldn't pressure her for details, so that was a plus.
Ella: There's this new place I've been wanting to go to. Sort of like this real, traditional bar. Nothing fancy, just a bar, alcohol, and pool tables. You in?
Chloe: Yes! It'll be nice to not go to a club with raging music and sweaty dancers! She definitely didn't need any of that around while she decided to drown out her thoughts of Lucifer, her student, with alcohol and peanuts.
Ella: I'll text you when I'm off. We'll meet up then!
Chloe: Sounds great. Have a good day. See you later!
Ella: *heart eyes*
Chloe put her phone down, pulling on a pair of underwear and shorts before toweling off her hair one final time. She dropped the towel on the floor and went downstairs to start preparing the feast of a breakfast she had time to not ruin. She was thinking eggs, bacon, because duh, and waffles. Her mouth watered just at the thought. Coffee, first, though. She needed the bitter, warm embrace of coffee to soothe her turmoil in her soul. God, how she loved that dream, but she also hated herself for the main star. That beautiful man that just kept butting his way into her head. She seriously needed to get laid, but someone. Definitely not him. She scolded herself. Someone older, and not her student, for starters.
She had put on her makeup like she always did, this time she lined her eyes and smudged out the black, applied a darker brown to her lids and gave herself a smoky look. The black and brown brought out the lightness of her eyes, and she thought it gave her a more sensual look. Less hard, more approachable. She left her hair down, letting the waves fall naturally past her shoulders. She went with black jeans and a dark blue shirt, and her feet were covered in boots, however, they had a higher heel. She wasn't one to wear traditional pumps. The neckline of her shirt plunged lower than usual for her, but it made the swell of her breasts look nice in dim light. Happy with her appearance, she grabbed her keys and set out to the address Ella had texted her an hour earlier.
Once she parked, she noticed that the outside of the bar was very plain. There were no neon signs, aside from the typical BEER sign hanging in the window. She appreciated the simplicity. It wasn't calling out for customers, the people that frequented this place were what kept it alive. She wouldn't have to worry about being the awkward one standing at the bar, watching the others dance. No, here, she would fit in and be one of the many just sitting, chatting, and drinking.
Inside, the dim lights and perfectly loud music gave a calm atmosphere. This was her kind of place. One that had music, pool tables, an assortment of normal drinks, none of that pink, frilly shit, but something you could order with one or two words.
She found Ella quickly, the smaller woman waving her arms frantically from a bar stool. She waved back, acknowledging her gesture as she walked farther into the bar. She sat in the stool next to her friend, giving her a hug before looking for the bartender.
"Long Island, please," she said, the bartender giving her a short nod before walking off to grab the concoction of liquor for her drink.
"Someone's trying to forget something," Ella chimed in, sipping her drink through the tiny straw it came with. She had that trying to be innocent face on before she started laughing. Clearly she was already on her second drink.
"Oh, yeah," she confirmed, thanking the bartender as he slid her drink up to her. Chloe took a long sip, savoring the way the drink tasted nothing of alcohol, allowing her to consume more than intended, on purpose. She continued to sip her drink as Ella caught her up on the latest scandals of the precinct, ordering a second drink as soon as her first was empty.
They talked for a few more minutes, a third drink on its way as Chloe discussed the dull life of a college professor. She hadn't mentioned a certain someone that had made her Thursday (and, apparently, her dreams) a little more exciting. She was feeling the buzz, but it wasn't the alcohol that felt hot behind her. Nothing was touching her, but she could feel a heat radiating onto her skin, a presence she could feel anywhere.
"Well, hello, Professor," he greeted, his voice low and promising behind her. She could see Ella's mouth dropping open looking up at him from in front of her. She was shameless in her reaction to him. She wished she could have a bit of that freedom.
Chloe turned in her stool, coming to face him, her eyes directly in front of his chest. She quickly lifted her gaze towards his face, seeing a smug expression on his handsome features. "Hello, Lucifer," she replied, her eyes slightly wider than they had been. She sees the smile on his face grow wider once she turns around. He looks over her head towards her friend, who, by the looks of it, must have a surprised expression.
"Don't worry, I'm not actually the devil," he assured, one hand raising in self-defense. "Only if you ask me to be." Ella laughed along with him, giving Chloe a knowing look. Chloe knew that look. The Oh my God look.
"I'm Ella," the lab tech said, reaching her hand out to the side of Chloe. Lucifer took her hand, giving it a light shake before taking a drink from his glass of amber liquid.
"Lovely to meet you," he said, emphasizing the first word too much, if he hadn't of been him. He made it sound erotic. Of course. He could make a computer manual sound erotic.
Chloe tried to hide the flush on her cheeks as her friend kicked her leg, out of sight of their new male company. She looked at her from the side. She watched her mouth the question Student before looking at him from head to toe. If Lucifer noticed, he didn't seem to care.
"So, Professor," he started, looking at her very casually, as if she were just another woman, and not his teacher. "Exciting lecture yesterday. Will next week's class be even better?" He licked his bottom lip before biting it, luckily Ella was too busy trying to get an ice cube from her cup to notice.
"I'm hoping not," she replied, although she knew it was half a lie. Part of her didn't want to see him with another girl, but part of her wanted to see him do something, to have something else to fuel her dreams.
He could see the hint of interest in her eyes, but he wouldn't torture her here, not like that. He chuckled to himself, nodding in agreement. "Okay, fair enough," he said, taking one last look at Chloe's friend behind her. "Well, you ladies have a wonderful rest of the evening." He looked at Chloe, longer than anyone would usually look at someone when trying to leave. She didn't say anything as he left his glass on the bar, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and placing one in his mouth. Chloe watched as he swerved his way through the crowd effortlessly, exiting through the doors out into the streets of L.A.
Chloe didn't want to turn around. She didn't want to see the look on Ella's face that she knew would be there. She knew that spunky lab tech would ask a million questions, and she just didn't want to fumble over any answers. She quickly put on her most casual face, digging out from the depths of her repertoire of faces she learned to use as a cop. She turned and was met with the face she was anticipating: shock and awe.
"What?" Chloe asked, sipping her drink, acting completely unaffected by Ella's expression. Her friend's mouth opened even wider, he eyes expressing that Oh my God look perfectly.
"Chloe," Ella marveled, placing both hands on the bar. "Is he really a student?"
"Yes, Ella, what's the big deal?" Chloe was having a hard time trying to hide behind her casual façade. She knew why her friend was acting like that. While she agreed, she couldn't give that away. She wouldn't allow herself the opportunity to entertain him in her thoughts with Ella.
"He's gorgeous!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide in excitement. "And that accent, the way he called you Professor, God," she finished, swooning and pretending to fan herself. She started laughing, eliciting a small chuckle from the all-too-serious woman.
"Okay, okay," Chloe said, holding her hands up with a smile on her face. "I'm going to the bathroom. Compose yourself before I get back," she chided, taping Ella on the shoulder as she made her way towards the back of the bar. She couldn't find any signs leading her in the right direction, so the first door she found she decided to see if that was her target destination. The cool breeze flowed over her warm skin, the alcohol making her step out before she realized she was no longer inside. The door closed behind her loudly, making her jump. She laughed at herself before trying to open it again, with no avail.
She sighed, hitting the door with an open hand before turning to get her bearings straight. She saw the street to her left, marking the direction back towards the front of the bar. She didn't have her bag, didn't have a phone, and didn't have her ID. Luckily, she looked plenty older than 21. She started walking towards the street but stopped when she noticed the plump figure leaning with his head against the building wall. She could hear him grunting and hiccupping before shaking the front of his pants. She watched him zip his pants and back away from the wall he had been pissing on.
Her blood ran cold. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered her. She's a trained cop, she knows how to protect herself, but her recent attack made her doubt her skills, and it also immediately made her anxiety go through the roof, in this case, the sky. She stood there, motionless, hoping that he was too drunk to even notice her presence. He hadn't even noticed the door slamming shut, so there was hope.
The inebriated man stumbled a few times before looking in her direction. He stilled, then a wicked sneer bubbled up from his throat. "Hey, there, honey," he started, barely enunciating the words properly. "Trying to catch a peak?" The man started stumbling towards Chloe, the smell of alcohol invaded her nostrils, even at a distance.
"No, I'm just trying to get back in," she replied, trying to keep her voice as level as possible. Her breaths were coming fast and hard, her pulse skyrocketing as her body began to tremble. She tried to walk past him, pushing herself against the rough brick of the building to keep as far a distance from him as possible.
He quickly stepped in front of her, belching in her face as he brought one of his stubby hands to the top of her arm. "What's the rush? Don't you want to have a little fun?" Chloe's entire body tensed under his touch, she tried to pull her arm away, but he squeezed even harder.
"Let me go," she ordered, turning her gaze towards the building, unable to meet his gaze. His interference was beginning to feel familiar: stubby hands, foul breath, and unwanted words. She was shaking by that point and she could tell he was enjoying her struggle.
"Come on, baby," he droned, pressing himself against her. "You don't go out looking like that unless you're hoping to get some." Her mind was screaming, telling herself to fight, but she couldn't. Her body was shutting down, her head soon following. She could feel the cold, sinking feeling, as if she were in an ice bath, wash over her. A dread that she had hoped she would never feel again, especially not so soon. The effects of her previous trauma were causing her faculties to fail. She couldn't fight back, even if she wanted to, it's not like it would matter anyway. He was the kind of man that just took what he wanted from a woman, because that's what they were to him. Something to be used.
Her hearing went out with a loud ring, muffling any noise. She couldn't make out what else he was saying, she could hear herself beginning to scream, but he covered her mouth. She was panicking, and instead of fighting back, she cowered. She tried to press herself into the cold stone next to her, tried to just melt away from him. She felt a rough hand grab at her breast, pulling her shirt in the process. Just as quickly as she had felt him touch her, he was gone, ripped off of her by an unseen force.
Chloe collapsed down to the ground, her knees up to her chin, pressing into her chest, her arms wrapping around them, holding herself together as if she would fall apart if she didn't. She could see the blurry forms of the man that had grabbed her and another, taller man. The taller figure was knelt down over the drunk one, holding him down with one arm, and the other throwing blows at his face. Through the ringing, she could hear the smacks of knuckles against flesh, followed by a squishing sound she could only imagine to be blood. She kept her eyes open, afraid to close her eyes and relive the encounter she had those months ago. The encounter everyone knew only half of.
The smacking sounds stopped and her vision wad darkened by the taller figure. She could hear a voice calling out to her, a familiar voice, but she couldn't make out the words. He bent down in front of her, his face coming into her line of sight. She focused for a second, recognizing the features almost instantly. She tried to control her breathing, but a soft sob fell past her lips, her arms hugged her legs even tighter.
"Are you okay?" he asked her gently, trying to hide the concern in his tone. She could see the worry in his dark eyes as they scanned her appearance. Carefully, he reached his hands out to cup her face, barely touching but providing enough comfort to help ground her. "Professor, are you okay?"
Chloe slammed her hands on top of his, her fingers squeezing at his around her cheeks. She could feel open flesh and warm fluid over his knuckles, but his touch was reassuring. She looked into his eyes, her own filled with a fear that was slowly fading. She could feel her heart begin to slow down, the thudding in her chest becoming softer. She nodded slightly, her breaths coming in shaky and light.
Lucifer turned his head at the soft sound of heels clicking down the alley behind him. Chloe kept her gaze on him, letting his presence continue to calm her body and mind. She felt protected, safe, with him here, and not just because he incapacitated the attacker. He just made her feel safe, something she hadn't felt around another man since her incident months ago. "Chloe? Oh my God! Are you okay?" Ella all but screamed as she continued to run down the alley towards them. Once she was close, Lucifer backed off, rubbing the side of Chloe's face with his thumbs lightly before stepping away, giving room to the smaller woman.
Chloe felt her friend wrap her arms around her before she pulled back, her hands resting on the tops of her shoulders. Ella turned to take in the scene. She could see Lucifer standing back against the other side of the alley, a shorter, overweight man, barely moving, on the ground. His face was bloody and she could see the dark color of blood smeared across Lucifer's right knuckle. She turned back to Chloe, running her hand over her hair multiple times in a soothing manner. "I'm going to call Dan, he'll get this handled quickly."
Chloe was going to protest, but she knew Ella was right. She didn't want to have to deal with a lengthy process. She just wanted this taken care of quickly and efficiently, with as little blow-up as possible. She didn't need another attack to be made public. She already looked, and felt, like a defenseless woman. Ella was on the phone for a few minutes, pacing in front of Chloe as she spoke. Chloe watched her look between her, Lucifer, and the man on the ground as she spoke, no doubt giving Dan her account of what she saw after the fact.
As they waited, Lucifer would occasional smoke a cigarette, flicking the burning buds at the guy on the ground. There was a moment where the guy started to sit up, but Lucifer quickly pinned him down, hitting him again until he stayed down. Ella flinched at the blow, pulling Chloe a little closer to her. Why was she scared? Chloe couldn't figure it out. What she wondered was about the flash in his eyes whenever he looked over at the other man. She saw danger in them, she saw anger and hate. She wanted to know what was going on in his head, but she didn't have the ability to form a word. She sat there, huddled against Ella, Lucifer leaning against the building opposite of them, and waited the minutes (that felt like hours) until Dan and a few LAPD officers showed up.
Chloe saw Lucifer look in the direction of the squad cars, his eyes coming right back to hers as they approached. She could hear a few footsteps, one set coming in quicker, running towards them. She looked up to see Dan striding up to the group, taking in the sight of the guy on the ground, Lucifer standing next to him, Ella holding Chloe as they sat on the ground on the opposite side. Chloe continued to look at Lucifer, time slowing down as he was suddenly blocked from her view by Dan bending down in front of her. And just like that, the ripcord tying her to her sense of safety was severed as soon as she couldn't see him anymore.
A/N: I know, I know. Leaving you guys on a little cliffhanger. Haha. I just felt like this chapter would have been extremely long if I had kept going. But I promise, I will come back right where I left off. Who else is curious as to what Dan will say about a certain student of Chloe's being there to protect her? Please, let me know what you thought about the whole thing. At least it was light and fluffy in the beginning ;) I hope you enjoyed! Until next time...
