Chapter 10
Aria POV
Aria woke to feel a crushing weight on top of her. She opened her eyes sluggishly, and then she looked down to see the top of Mr. Fitz dark head lying on her chest. He moved in his sleep and she moaned, his limp cock brushing against her pussy, and his lips grazing her right nipple. It grew erect, causing her to suck in a breath at the pain and sensitivity she felt. They looked raw from his intense suckling, tugging and flicking, and biting at them. She smiled, feeling giddy as she remembered what had occurred between them last night. She still couldn't wrapped her mind around it. Last night had been his choice to make. She ran a light hand through his beautiful soft hair, trying not to wake him as he snored on. She felt absolutely comfortable like this. She really didn't want to move.
He looked so peaceful in his sleep. She found that she enjoyed watching him sleep, her other hand running down his exposed shoulder and back. She loved his body heat, loving as it merged with hers. She looked at how their bodies were entangled in the sheets. The way that her creamy unblemished skin looked great against his more darker coloring. Last night he had only been hers, and hers alone. He had been deep inside of her. A place that no man, or guy had ever been before. She loved how his arm was thrown across her small waist, his hand dangling to the floor. She felt so safe, so protected in his arms, his body covering her smaller one. It felt so good to wake up underneath him. To get to gaze upon his sleeping form with hunger filling her eyes. Freedom to watch him freely without him having to see the emotions that flickered across her face. What was these emotions? Emotions that were so foreign to her? She was terrified of developing real feelings for him. She only sort to get physical contact from him. Not to have an emotional connection with him.
His godlike body felt so good to the touch under her fingers, her fingers feeling the fresh marks she had left on his back, and her hand coming into contact with the deep teeth impression on his left shoulder. She traced the impression again, her fingertips brushing his soft skin with a careful hand. She had caused him so many injuries, marring his striking body. But god, how he had been so big. When he had first pulled down and kicked off his pajama pants, she had thought he wouldn't be able to fit inside of her small narrow passage, but she had instantly quashed that fear, choosing instead to savor her won victory before grabbing him. How he had felt in her hand. Big and menacing. A part of him palpitating in her hands. She had actually touched him so intimately. She had always been bold with him, but never had she been bold enough to grasp him in her hands until last night. He had been the first man she had ever touched like that. He had also been the first man she had allowed to go down on her. Her and the other guys in her life had been hot and heavy, but that was it.
She wiggled out from under him, careful not to wake him up. She gasped as she felt a slight discomfort between her thighs as she stood up. She felt so incredibly sore, but it was so worth it. She still thought that them having sex had been a dream, but glancing down at the blood stained sheets mixed with her cum and his semen told her otherwise. There was so much blood, that someone would think that a murder had taken place. He stirred in his sleep, the sheets falling off of him. She got a better look at the reddish long scratches on his back that her long nails had inflicted as they moved down to join the ones on his tight muscular ass. She wanted to kiss them, but she fought that urge.
Her eyes moved from his body to take in the surroundings of the room that mirrored her own, before they landed back on the bed. It looked like a tornado had blown through. She laughed to herself. Her and Mr. Fitz had really done a number on it. The bed was a total mess, the pillows and the huge comforter littered the floor, and the white sheets that had her blood on them were ripped from the mattress. Their clothes were tossed in every single direction. She never felt so great in her whole entire life. Mr. Fitz was a wonderful lover. Especially with the way he had given her so much pleasure. She vividly remembered his tongue thrusting in and out of her hot and swollen ocean, the way he flicked it over and over against her hard pulsating clitoris, and the way he had sucked her clitoris like it was a hard piece of candy, making it harder and harder. How he had licked her wet swollen folds, before licking inside of her inner walls. The way she had erupted so violently into his mouth while his tongue continuously thrusted into her as her orgasm rocked her body to its core.
She remembered holding his throbbing long thick cock in her hands. She had teased him, stroking him before squeezing him as he closed his eyes, his face contorted up in pain as he held back his impending orgasm as groans rumbled from out of his throat. A dangerous look of lust in his eyes as he knocked her hands away and climbed on top of her. She had been so wet with her juices running out onto the bed. She had so wanted to take him into her mouth, her teeth nibbling the head of his cock before her tongue licked from the tip to the base of his dick, before licking her way up again to tease the little slit at the very top. Her mind whirling at the missed chance to take him deep into her mouth, sucking him over and over as he repeatedly hit the back of her throat. She had wanted to taste him like he had tasted her, with some of his cum trickling from out the side of her mouth as she swallowed the rest. Her tummy quivering at the thought.
Her nose finally took in the strong odor that lingered in the room. The smell of sex, blood, and sweat filled her nostrils as she gathered up her clothing in her arms, before she left out his room through the connecting door, her eyes glancing back at his sleeping form. She wanted to join him again. To have him kiss her again. To have his fingers and mouth toying with her nipples and breasts again. To feel his warm breath and amazing mouth and tongue on her pussy again, and to have him fuck her again. Masturbation so failed in comparison to the real thing. She was so addicted, having Mr. Fitz to thank. Her eyes sweeping his drowsing form one last time before turning back around and leaving out the room quietly.
She grabbed her items to take a hot shower with, feeling the dry stickiness between her legs. It hurt for her to move a lot, but that was the price she was willing to pay. She headed to her big bathroom, still hearing the ringing echo of her screams, their moans and groans, and his grunts in her ears. She shook her head at how she had passed out afterwards. She had never felt more embarrassed in her life. What did he think of her? She shook her head again, trying not to dwell on it. She was fairly confident that she had given him a lot of pleasure too. Especially with how tight and wet she had been. He had made her toes curl. Literally.
She remembered squeezing her inner walls around his cock over and over again, hearing how his throaty groans had grown louder and louder, and how he had gripped the headboard above their heads. She had thought that he was going to rip it from the wall. At one point during their roughness and intensity, she had feared that they would break the bed, and that they would wake up everyone on their floor. He had gone so deep within her, thrusting over and over, and harder and harder inside of her. He had stretched her to the point of nearly ripping her insides. Over and over he had hit her crevice, hitting her sweet spot as she felt his balls slapping against her clit time after time. She never screamed so much in her life. Her throat was a little irritated, but a little amount of mouthwash would fixed that problem. The way he had stared down into her eyes the whole time. He wouldn't even let her look away from him. The look in his eyes. The way he had insistently kissed her as he thrusted into her. She twisted her hair into a loose knot at the top of her head, before stepping into the welcoming shower stall.
She got the water temperature just right as the hot water ran down her body. She got hot and swollen all over again. She breathed deeply as she lathered her body up with her cucumber and green tea scented soap. She moaned in ecstasy as the water seeped between her thighs, washing some of her soreness away. She remembered how good it first felt when he had pushed into her clamped walls slowly, and then the tremendous pain that came with him being embedded so deeply inside of her, but she had endured it. She still couldn't get over how large he had been, buried so deep that she had thought he was getting ready to split her in two. She thought it was inhumanely impossible for someone to be able to go so deep. She loved how he had taken his time with her. How he had drew her mind away from the excruciating pain. She was glad to know that he wasn't a selfish lover. He had put her needs before his own. Her first time had been painful, but yet enjoyable.
Aria turned her back to the blaring showerhead, letting the water flow down her back, butt, and legs. They had fitted so perfectly together. The way they had moved as one person. Simultaneously. The way they both had took what each other dealt to the other. She had kept up with him the entire time. He sped up, she sped up. He thrusted his hips downward into her, and she thrusted her hips upward onto him. Thrust after thrust she impaled herself on him. She had gripped the sheets and the pillow behind her head for support against the on going pleasure he was giving her. She lathered her body up again, her hands running down her stomach, her thighs and legs, and then back up to her slightly tumid breasts and sore nipples. Her body was very much new to the art of love making so it had to adjust. She wondered if the second time would be as painful as the first as she threw her head back and let the water run down her face, running her hands down her face to wipe away the water from out of her eyes. She wanted to sleep with him again, but her body wasn't quite ready yet. She rinsed off, and then she grabbed a towel and dried herself off, before throwing the damp towel onto the floor. Then she grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her body.
She brushed her teeth, and then she let her hair tumble down in waves as she finger combed her mass of thick shiny hair, loving as the cool tresses slipped out her fingers. She plugged in her small curling iron to put her dark hair in ringlets, and then she brought out her make up bag, gazing into the two face mirror as she applied her make up. Her dark long locks bouncing as she moved. With a professional hand, she brushed on purple eyeshadow on both of her top lids, then she brushed on grayish black underneath it, using two fingers to blend in the shades, then she applied black eyeliner, and she then applied mascara on her top and bottom lashes, making them appear thick and fuller to bring life to her eyes. They had a smoky feel to them, but not quite, so she brushed in a little white and green eyeshadow to mix in with the previous colors. Then using her black eyeliner pencil again, she added a fake tiny mole at the corner of her bottom lip, and then she rubbed on purple lipstick, adding a coat of clear lip gloss on top of it to make her full lips shine. When she was satisfied with her appearance, she left out of the steamy bathroom. She glanced at the nightstand by the bed to see the time. It was 11 o'clock.
She opened up her suitcase, and then she laid out what she was going to wear for today. She also remembered that Adam had wanted to take her to a movie, then out to dinner, and then he wanted to take her rock climbing, so she stuffed a purple tube top that tied around her neck, and some short shorts that hugged her thighs into a small drawstring bag, and then she pushed it aside for later. She wished that she could just back out and not go, but she had already promised him she would. She blew out a frustrating breath, wanting more than anything to spend her last day with Mr. Fitz. She didn't know when they would be able to be alone again, or get another opportunity like this. She didn't want to think about what would happen when they got back home to Rosewood. She just wanted to focus on the time they had together here. Right now. Then realizing that they still had tonight, she gave a sinful smile. Sinful acts of what to do to him filled her head. She wanted to repay the favor by going down on him. She shuddered just at the thought of having him inside her mouth. She could envision herself teasing the tip of his cock before taking his entire length into her mouth.
Shaking her head she got dress. She clipped on a deep purple strapless bra, and then she slithered into the matching panties with the fancy lace design. They molded her butt cheeks perfectly. She felt like going Caribbean this morning. Careful as not to mess up her hair, she pulled a Jamaican strapless maxi dress over her head. It came just above her knees, showing off her long legs as well as her womanly figure. The dress was mostly black, but it had the colors red, yellow and green, and purple on it as well. She put a pair of black flats on her feet, then she put on a pair of Jamaican rain drop threaded earrings on to match the dress, and then she put on a small half black jacket that she grabbed from off the hanging rack in the closet. Then she walked over to the mirror right above the desk, eyeing her full body reflection. She looked incredibly sexy, and she knew that Mr. Fitz would be speechless upon seeing her and she smiled with such wickedness, knowing that he would be tempted once again. She loved the fact that he had come to her on his own last night, and she wanted him to continue to do so. She loved looking into his beautiful eyes as their bodies met over and over again, feeling a warming glow in the pit of her stomach.
Speaking of Mr. Fitz , she peeked into his room to see that he was still sleeping soundlessly. A night of fierce love making having a major effect on him. She had enjoyed having his hard body on top of hers, but next time she wanted to ride his dick hard, taking him as deeply inside of her body as she possibly could. She wanted to be the one to gaze down into his eyes. She wanted to feel his fingers digging into her waist as he thrusted his hips upwards into her saturated cave, stretching her more and more to accommodate his size. She remembered hissing with relief as her inner walls relaxed around him. She wanted to rock back and forth on him, and to bounce up and down on his hard protruding cock as he got harder and harder inside of her. She sadly wondered, if any of her future lovers would be able to compare to him. That was something she wasn't willing to think about now.
Aria shook her head mentally, shutting the connecting door softly, before grabbing her key card and her handbag, and then she headed out her room door as she headed down to the ground floor to visit the little café. She wanted to buy them both a cup of black coffee, a yogurt, and a fresh baked muffin. Her stomach growled just from thinking about the contents that she would be devouring. The elevator door opened, and then she walked off in the direction of the café, looking fairly confident that she knew where she was going. Her and Adam, and a couple of others did a lot of exploring yesterday when they had first arrived. The hotel was just so big and magnificence. Everytime she took it in she got star stuck all over again. It had all the places you could possibly want to visit. She was already acquainted with the hair and nail salon, the arcade, and thanks to Mr. Fitz, Joey's pizza parlor.
Suddenly, a sickening dread took hold of her, stopping her in her tracks as her mind reeled. Mr. Fitz hadn't wore a condom when they had engaged in sex last night. They both had been reckless. How could I have been so stupid? She asked herself. She had brought along her very own box of trusty condoms. No wonder sex between them had been so very good. It had been raw flesh against raw flesh. Skin to skin contact. She couldn't believe that she had been dumb enough not to remember something as important as a condom. She knew that she was on birth control, but it still wasn't always so accurate half of the time. She could possibly still get pregnant. She tried not to think about that harsh reality. Of course in the future she wanted children. Lots of them, but not now. She wasn't ready to be a mom yet. She was still young, and she still had her whole life in front of her. There were still some things she wanted to do, and to accomplish. A baby didn't fit in her plans. She didn't want to ruin Mr. Fitz's life, or her own. She had never been so careless in her whole life, until now. She had always prided herself on being efficient when it came to these types of situations. The sick feeling intensified, and she had to take deep breaths to get herself under control. Was this the price she would have to pay for one night of passion? She hoped it wouldn't be. Did he cum inside of her? Or did he pull out of her at the right moment? She desperately wanted to know. She didn't remember anything, because she had passed out afterwards. There was only one solution. She had to ask Mr. Fitz when she got back up to his room. She started to walk again, feeling a little better at the knowledge that he had pulled out of her. Would it be so bad to have his baby? An image of a small little girl with her creamy skin, glorious dark hair and facial features, but had Mr. Fitz's trademark beautiful blue eyes entered her mind.
She got in line to make her order, her mind wandering back to when Mr. Fitz had invited her up to his room for dinner. How he had showed her a picture of his parents. A smiling attractive young couple with their small son between them looking like the perfect family. Like nothing bad would ever touch them. She had known what he had been trying to do, but she hadn't been ready to talk about Caroline, or the fire. She had felt the simmering of impatience, but he had pushed it back. Not wanting to force her. He had even came running when she had one of her many nightmares. How he had comforted her, holding her in his strong capable arms as he rocked her body with his. He had whispered to her as he wiped her tears away, assuring her that he was there, and that nothing would touch her. The way he had kissed her head, inhaling her smell. The way he had been so concerned about her. Like he had felt some other emotion besides lust towards her. She recalled snuggling up to him with her arms around his neck as he rubbed her back. She still felt the heat of his breath. The beat of his heartbeat, and the vibration of his voice. The way he had carried her in his arms as though she was light as a feather as he took her back to his room, and then he placed her on his bed. She had felt so safe in his arms. Like nothing could ever harm her as long as she was in his arms.
He had gotten her to open up about her sister Caroline. Something that no one has be able to do. She had felt such relief at being able to share that burden with someone. It had felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of her chest. For the first time in years she could really breath again without the sense of guilt holding her down. He had been a great listener. He had been so in tune with what she was feeling. How he had kept assuring her over and over again that she wasn't to blame. That her older sister's death wasn't her fault, so she could finally stop blaming herself for something that she had no control over. So she could finally live her life without feeling guilty. And then he had kissed her, and it had been so different from that kiss he had given her that night outside of the campus bar parking lot. It had felt more real. Steered without anguish, or frustration. Like he cared a great deal for her. It wasn't exactly love, but it was something much closer to it. How he had been so open, honest, and real with her, and she had latched onto that ravenously. She had never been so starved in her life. In that one moment he had been the one person she had needed.
She had really let him see inside of her, and that had formed an emotional bond between them. Things were never going to be the same between them again. She had felt his every emotion like it was her own as he had kissed her, his demanding mouth on hers. His need to stop her from self blaming herself. To take away all the pain that she felt, and to have her focus on the here and now. When he had pulled away, she had read the confusion in his eyes, and she knew that he must have read the confusion in hers too. Something had happened, but neither one could interpret what it was, or understand it. It had just felt so right and so good at the time. She pulled herself from out of her cogitation as she paid for the two cups of black coffee with added sugar and heavy cream, the two small containers of yogurt, and two English muffins, before she left and headed back to the elevator.
Aria still couldn't get over how great it felt to have sex with him. To ultimately get what she wanted from him. She smiled like a fool to no one in particular. She knew that it changed nothing. She wasn't expecting him to break up with Jamiee. She knew that would never happen anyway, because he wasn't in love with her. He was in love with Jamiee. She would be kidding herself if she were to anticipate more from him. What they had shared was just sex. Great remarkable sex, but that was all it was. She wasn't going to read more into it. They were just two consenting adults expressing their mutual, and sexual attraction for one another. She knew for certain that she didn't love him, and he definitely didn't love her. She refused to develop any real feelings for him. She was all for taking a risk, but she wouldn't risk getting hurt when she knew that he could never return her feelings. All she expected was more and more wonderful sex between the two of them.
She struggled with opening her hotel room door with an arm full, but she finally managed it with a few more tries. The only thing she didn't want to happen was for him to regret their night together. She would never forget last night as long as she lived. She also knew that he wouldn't able to forget it either. Even if he still fought against her. Against his attraction for her. He had given her something to make the painful memories less painful. She could reflect back on their one night together whenever she encountered another nightmare. She went through the connecting door leading into his room, pushing the door open all the way with her foot. She heard the shower being turned off as she glanced towards the bed, seeing that housekeeping had already visited him. The bed had a fresh comforter set and fresh white sheets. She wondered how Mr. Fitz explained the blood. Her eyes were magnetically drawn to the bathroom door as it opened and Mr. Fitz came sauntering out dripping all wet as water droplets rolled down his well defined chest and washboard abs, his dark gleaming soft hair matted to the top of his head, and a white towel was drooped across his shoulders .His low rise jeans riding lower than ever as they hung off of his hips as she watched as the dark pubic hairline disappeared into his jeans. She bit down hard on her bottom lip uncaringly, a moan slipped passed her lips as she took him in. The pit of her stomach dropping as her eyes strayed back down towards the front of his jeans as she remembered the size of him. Remembered how he kept thrusting into her endlessly. Like he had wanted to stay planted inside of her forever. She moaned again, her eyes lifting up to his face. Her knees grew feeble, and her heart was beating insanely fast as his eyes roamed over her body in a slow like matter, the corners of his mouth twitching.
She saw a flash of lust before it vanished, his eyes coming up to meet hers head on as the air seemed to thicken around them. Feeling extreme hot flashes as an image of herself writhing underneath him played in the depths of his eyes. She wanted to kiss him, but the look in his eyes stopped her. She closed her eyes against the look of regret that now reflected in his eyes as he fully digested the ramifications of what went on between them last night. Saw the silently self anger directed at himself for his poor choice. As though sensing a slight change in her, he shielded off his emotions from her, but it was already too late. She had already seen his true feelings regarding their night together. She would never regret what happened between them last night. Pulling her eyes away from his, she walked over to place the two cups of steaming coffee, and the bag with the delectable smelling muffins and yogurt on the table, before turning back around and facing him again, running a swift hand through her luxurious locks. The movement causing her hair to fall back down in shambles. She had no way of knowing what a gorgeous picture she made, or how perfect he found her to be.
She was hurt, but she masked it well, smiling one of her seductive smiles at him as she approached him, her hips swaying pornographically, her eyes glittering with excitement as she stared deeply into his eyes before kissing him fully on the lips. She pressed her lips harder against his as he responded back less responsive as she boldly thrusted her tongue into his mouth and he groaned before he eventually pulled away from her. His breath smelling minty fresh. She knew that he would never admit that what they did was a mistake to her face. She didn't know what bothered him more. The fact that she was so young, that she was his student after all, or the fact that he was still in a committed relationship with Jamiee. Her big brown eyes surveyed him, questioning his blue ones, wanting him to be straight with her.
"How are you feeling?" Mr. Fitz asked as he stepped from around her as he went to go tug on a blue polo jersey shirt over his wet head, his muscles flexing.
He avoided staring into her face again, so she turned around to face him once more. Why did he avoid looking into her eyes? Hadn't she seen what he didn't want her to see before he shielded his eyes from her?
"I'm still really sore, but I should be okay," Aria said as she touched her still tingling lips, before she dropped her hand away. "What about you? I bruised you up pretty good. I'm sorry about that".
He looked up at her then, a little smile tugging at his lips.
"You should be feeling back to normal by tomorrow. I never meant to hurt you so much. I only meant to give you as much pleasure as possible" Mr. Fitz said as he looked into her eyes, before staring down her body, and then he looked back into her eyes again. She could clearly see that he wanted her again, her lips curling into a knowing smirk as she read the indecision in his eyes of crossing that line again. "I never felt the pain from the scratches, but I felt the bite". He laughed at her expression. "I'll be fine I assure you, Aria. I've felt much worse before, and I'm betting that I'll heal in a day, or two".
"Of course it was really painful at first, but after you drew me away from the pain I never experienced such pleasure Mr. Fitz," Aria said smiling, emphasizing on the word pleasure. "You're an amazing lover".
He nodded, seeming at lost for words, his eyes holding hers steadily as he collected his thoughts and words, getting ready to say what he had to say to her. What he felt he had to say to her. She saw the seriousness forming in his eyes. She ran another hand through her hair carelessly, bracing herself for whatever he was about to say, but before he did, she thought she would try another attempt. Never breaking her eyes away from his, she went to him and was getting ready to press her body up against his and wrap her arms around his neck, but he grabbed both of her wrists in his hands, holding her off as he gave a giant shake of his head to tell her no.
She was very surprised to find his grip on her gentle as her skin burned against his. Her eyes dropping down towards his mouth before looking back up into his again, her mouth slightly agape as his own gaze dawdled on hers. His jaw was set with tension.
"We can't let what happened between us last night happen again Aria," Mr. Fitz said in one breath as he released her imprisoned wrists as though he was being tempted just from holding her harmlessly. "It has to be only the one time. I'm in a committed relationship, and you're my student. This could never happen again. God knows I had a chance to back out, but I didn't, so now I'm going to have to live with the choice I made. I'm going to keep as much distance between us as humanly possible, before I let this happen the next time".
"If that's what you want. Is that what you want Mr. Fitz?" Aria asked him, not believing him for a moment as she took a step back from him, her eyes still leveled with his. Her body more than anything missing the closeness of his. She knew that he was struggling with doing the right thing, but she wanted what she wanted, and she didn't care about being selfish, or about the rules of right and wrong. "You said that you had a chance to back out, so why didn't you? Why sleep with me if you knew you were going to regret it? I get that you're in a committed relationship, so I'm not asking you to leave Jamiee, or for something serious. And I really wish that you would stop remaining me that I'm your student and that you're my teacher. I get so sick of hearing that. You say that you're going to keep your distance from me, but how is that even feasible? We're on this trip together, I'm in your class every single day, we're in the same school building, and I'm in the poetry club. If we want to talk about truth, you can no more stay away from me, then I can stay away from you".
"Yes, that's what I want. What I feel is right" Mr. Fitz said, his voice filled with anger as he ran a frustrating hand through his hair, hoping that she would understand from his perceptive and not make it any more difficult than it already was. "I have no right to be angry. Especially at you". He tore his eyes away from hers as he walked over to the mini bar and poured himself a glass of Scotch, drowning it, before pouring himself another glass.
He cradled the glass in his hands as he walked over to the couch, and then he sunk down onto it slowly. She watched as the conflicted emotions played across his face as he brought the glass towards his lips once more, and then he started to speak again as though she wasn't in the room.
"When I first saw you in my classroom I thought you were the most beautiful girl that I had ever seen. Granted, I wouldn't have looked at you any other way a teacher would look at one of their students, but then I started to see that you wanted me and I…but that doesn't matter anymore" He said as he waved an unimportant hand, his eyes fixed on the amber golden liquid whirling around in his glass. "You asked why I didn't back away from you, and the answer is because I couldn't fight my want for you any longer Aria. For once I didn't want to try to fight my feelings for you. I just wanted to be inside of you".
He looked up at her as he swallowed the rest of the liquid, before getting back up to refill his empty glass. His eyes drawn to hers again as though they were the only thing he wanted to find.
"Is that what you read in my eyes, regret?" He asked her somberly.
She could tell that he wasn't intentionally trying o her hurt her.
"Yes. Is that what you really feel Mr. Fitz, regret for making love to me?" Aria asked in a low voice, her eyes trained on him as she walked slowly towards him.
"I never meant for you to see that Aria, but it isn't just regret I feel. It's also guilt and anguish"Mr. Fitz said thickly, before throwing back the Scotch, and then grimacing as the strong liquor hit the back of his throat. "I feel guilty for enjoying last night so much, and I'm mad at myself for letting it happen. I knew better Aria, but instead I didn't care about anything. Not that it was wrong, or even about the consequences. When I kept asking you if you were sure, I was secretly hoping that you wouldn't change your mind, because at that point I didn't know if I was able to stop. When I said that I was going to keep distance between us, I meant I was going to make sure that we're not left alone".
Still keeping up the façade of masking her real emotions, Aria let her fingers graze his forearm, feeling as his skin prickled underneath her touch. Basking in how he closed his eyes in a moment of weakness, before reopening them again to stare heatedly at her. She chewed on her bottom plump lip. She loved that he confessed to enjoying sex with her. This made her even more confident that they were going to sleep together again, and again ,and again. She wasn't about to back down. She knew what in the middle of the night he would wake up longing for her body, the touch of her mouth, and the touch of her lips. And that gave her great joy knowing that she had that type of power over him. She was an opportunist, so she wasn't worried about not finding time to be completely alone with him. She just didn't want to push him too far.
"Do you want me again? I can feel how much you want me. You can't hide from me, and you can't run from me either" Aria said as she gave a little tickle of a laugh, her fingertips stroking him.
He gulped hard before answering, his eyes ablaze with light.
"No. We can't do this again" Mr. Fitz said with much conviction as he could, moving her hand off of him. "I already told you that I won't allow this to happen again".
She regarded him as he threw back the last of his alcohol with a bemused expression on her lovely face. Who was he trying to fool? Himself, or her? She loved a good challenge.
"You're a liar Mr. Fitz, but I'm a very patient woman" Aria said persuasively, provocatively bringing out her tongue to wet her lips, and then moaning as if they were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. "In the end I always get what I want"
He cleared his throat, his eyes nearly popping out of his head as they were glued to her mouth. She laughed with such merriment, her brown eyes twinkling. He pulled his transfixed eyes from her, and was about to say something to her, but there was a knock at his door. Without looking away from her, he called out to see who it was. The laughter dying in her throat at the sound of Jamiee's voice, her eyes asking him wordlessly if he was expecting her. He said that he was, and then she made to leave without him seeing how Jamiee's presence affected her, but he stopped her by reaching out for her hand. His eyes conveying to her, but failing that he wanted to explain, but she shook her head, her eyes empty of any true feelings as they told his that he didn't have to. That she wasn't his girlfriend. That she was just his student. Just his lover, and then she pulled her delicate hand from out of his, feeling as his eyes followed her from out the room.
Aria chose to block Mr. Fitz from out of her mind as she enjoyed the rest of her day with Adam. It was fun to escape from her problems for a while. Although, she couldn't help that little nagging feeling in her head that wanted to know what he was doing with Jamiee. Why did she really give a damn? Hadn't she already gotten what she wanted from him? True, but she wanted him again. She didn't think that she would ever stop wanting him after last night. She couldn't believe that she wasn't a virgin anymore. It was like her mind couldn't stay off of him and Jamiee alone together in his hotel room. Questions still bombarded her mind. Would he sleep with Jamiee after being with her? Would he take her in the same bed as he had taken her so aggressively, and so explosively? If so, how would he explain the scratches on his back and the bite mark on his shoulder? Would he be seeing her, or Jamiee lying beneath him? Would it be her lips, or Jamiee's lips he'll be kissing? Would it be her big brown eyes, or Jamiee's cornflower blue ones he'll be staring down into? Would it be her name, or Jamiee's name that would fall from his lips as he reached his climax? She knew that sex with Jamiee wouldn't be the same after he had been in her last night. He could try to pretend, but they both knew differently. A very concerned look from Adam brought her out of her deep thoughts. She smiled apologetically, and then she focused on their time together.
They went to the movie theater first. They went to go see Final Destination 5 . He brought them a large popcorn with lots of butter to share and two big soft drinks as they made their way into cinema one. They found two empty seats towards the middle row as the movie began to play on the gigantic screen, the lights dimming all around them. He laughed and made fun of her as she screamed and clung to him, her face buried in his shoulder, but she didn't care. His arm went around her waist to keep her planted in the seat so she wouldn't jump up and leave as she yelled again and again as another person died grotesquely, and brutally. She got pissed when he kept laughing at her expense, so she punched him in his shoulder with every ounce of strength she had, but he only laughed harder at her and other people started to look in their direction, but they both didn't seem to care all that much. He yanked on a lock of her hair to tell her that the movie had finally ended, and she blew out a relieved breath, daring him to make fun of her again.
She was grateful as they made their way out of the movie theater, stopping at a photo booth to take some funny pictures with each other, before heading to Sizzlers to eat dinner. They both ordered well done streaks with seasoned potatoes, a grill chicken garden salad, a slice of strawberry cheesecake, and a glass of their famous sweet ice tea with lime. They chatted lively about the movie they had just went in saw, the funny pictures that they just took together, last night's poetry readers, answered more questions that they had for the other, and other random things as they waited for their food. Aria took in the beautiful quiet scenery as she ate her very scrumptious food and talked and laughed some more with Adam. She found him very entertaining. She was really having such a good time. She was really glad that she didn't back out on him.
She liked how his enchanting green eyes stared at her strongly across the table as they took everything in about her. The reflecting glow of the flickering flame in her eyes from the candle that sat in the center of their table, the way her lips would curve up into a smile at his jokes, the way her fingers would flow through her long dark silky hair, and the way she would bit and chew on her bottom lip. She couldn't find it in herself to look away, her own eyes staring strongly back at him, feeling a stirring within herself as he unknowingly stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips. What was she doing? She couldn't do this. Was this supposed to be a date? What happen to her statement to Mr. Fitz about not wanting him? As they made to leave, he grabbed her hand with his and she didn't put up much of a complaint. She couldn't believe that she was here with him like this. A long time dream of hers coming to fruition . She feared that her old feelings for him were growing even stronger than when they first met again on the bus. Did she want this? She knew that he wanted more from her. She read it in his eyes. Read it in the looks he gave her. Could she give him what he wanted? She really didn't know what she wanted when it came to him. On one hand, she wanted Mr. Fitz, but on the other hand she wanted to know where things would lead with her and Adam. Sometimes she really hated her curiosity. She knew that she would have to break things off with Wes when she got back home for good.
They put on their rock climbing equipment, and then they started climbing with her a few paces behind him. She was terribly afraid of heights, but she kept on climbing towards the top with his words of encouragement, ignoring the stabbing pain between her thighs from the uncomfortable gear between her legs. Once they both had reached the top and made it back down safely to the ground, he convinced her to go back up again, loving the second time much better. She was exhausted when they finally made it back up to their floor, her muscles screaming in protest. All she wanted to do was take a relaxing shower, and then she wanted to get some much needed sleep. He released her hand as soon as they got to her hotel room door.
"I had a great time with you today," Adam said as his hand came up to play with a ringlet, twirling the strand around his finger, his body exceedingly close to hers.
"Yeah, me too" Aria said, not knowing what else to say, her head filled with different types of emotions all at once.
She could hear the pounding of her heartbeat in her ears.
"I really want to kiss you…" Adam left off, his breath fanning her face like a winter breeze. "But I know that you have a boyfriend, so I'm going to respect that".
She nodded her head as she watched as his head tilted closer, and closer towards her, her eyes closing as she awaited the touch of his lips upon hers, but before his lips could even graze hers, the sound of Mr. Fitz booming voice rendered her back to reality.
"Mr. Bailey, I think it's time for you and Ms. Montgomery to call it a night. We have a long drive back to Rosewood tomorrow morning," Mr. Fitz said with barely concealed anger, his voice not up for argument as his eyes glared hard at Adam, before looking at her, and then he looked back towards Adam again.
Adam stared back at Mr. Fitz with bewilderment, not missing the angry undertone in his voice as he tried to figure out what he had done to warrant such a reaction from him. After a while of awkwardness, he inclined his head, and then he looked back down at Aria.
"I'll see you on the bus tomorrow" Adam said, before kissing her forehead, and then he stepped away from her.
"Yeah, okay," Aria said dazedly, not sparing him a look as he left to head back to his room that was two doors down from theirs, her eyes only for Mr. Fitz, who glared after Adam, until he was out of sight, and then his eyes found hers again.
What right did he have to be jealous and angry? He was the one that said they couldn't go there again. Not like she would have listened anyway. Her eyes couldn't be dragged away from his as they both stood there just staring at each other. She didn't know how long they stood there. Was it seconds, or minutes? His eyes were getting her intoxicated just from gazing into them. They were the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. She felt a fluttering in her stomach. He was looking at her in that way again. The same way he had stared down into her eyes last night when she was under him. She felt a gnawing ache building inside of her with every pull from his eyes. She felt a lack of oxygen as she struggled to breath, the message still not reaching her brain. She wanted him. Needed him again like a drug, but this wasn't the right time. Damn the situation and her body. She bit on her lip as she swallowed back a moan as his eyes swept over her body so greedily, before looking back up into her face. She felt the want emanating from him in great waves as he started walking towards her to get to his room, but she knew that he wasn't going to succumb to her. Her eyes just now noticing the bucket of ice in his hands.
"You should get some sleep Aria," Mr. Fitz said coarsely as he inserted his key card.
"What you saw with me and Adam…" Aria began, finally finding her voice again.
"You don't have to waste your breath explaining to me Aria. Just like you said that I didn't have to explain to you about Jamiee showing up" Mr. Fitz said harshly as he gave her a vacant look over his shoulder. "I'm just your teacher. Nothing more".
Aria grew furious at his indifference to her, but she wasn't about to let him see how much his words hurt her.
"Right," Aria said icily, before jamming her key card into the slot, and then she went inside the cool room.
She changed into a big shirt after she took a quick shower, then she brushed her teeth and scrubbed her face clean, and then she pulled her hair into a ponytail, before being drawn towards the connecting door, her hand going around the cold gold knob. She wanted to see him. Had to talk to him, and she couldn't wait until tomorrow, because she wouldn't be able to. They both had been jealous and hurt today. Feeling an instant rush as she thought of herself climbing into his bed naked with him. She wondered if he really would be able to resist her. She obviously wanted him again, and he obviously wanted her again, so what was stopping her? Her body was still sore, but that didn't mean that she couldn't pleasure only him. Wanting to test her theory of seeing if he would resist her, she made to turn the knob, but stopped when she heard giggles coming from the other side of the door. Jamiee's soft giggles. Heart sinking in her chest, because she knew that they had slept together. She moved from the door in a trance like state as she headed towards the bed. She had to call her night with Adam to an end, but not him with Jamiee. Well, she didn't care, and he could try to fight her all he wanted, but she was gong to have him again. She thought with pure determination as she got into bed. And not even Jamiee would stand in her way.
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