Touch Me

Chapter 7

(12:16 AM)

Professor Sawyer—Logan—brought them out of the shower after he kissed her, wrapping her in a soft towel before leading her to his room. She had frozen when his lips touched hers. She expected his lips to be rough, to be foul just like—she shook her head. But Logan’s lips had been soft, warm, and despite the taste of whiskey, his lips had tasted like mint as well.

His room was quite big. Bluish-grey walls with a large, rectangular polished wood carving, depicting the skyscrapers of New York City above his headboard; so brilliantly created that she was stuck staring at it for a few moments. It was Logan’s hand on her back that woke her from her daze, urging her to the king-sized bed, with 2 big, white pillows and three bluish gray throw pillows. A dark grey velvet blanket covered the white bed. The left side of the room had the same glass door as the one in the living room, dark

blue curtains pulled on either side, a coffee table in front with two, short, upholstered chairs. A TV hung on the wall opposite the bed, a long drawer table under it with some figurines on top. There was a door on either side of the TV and drawer table, which Alexa assumed was both his bathroom and closet. His work table was beside the bedroom door, with filers, pen holders, and a few documents on top; the leather bag he had brought home was on the work chair in front of his table.

Alexa stopped in front of the bed, shaking as she realized having s*x with him was inevitable now. It scared her, especially the thought that this might bring back horrible memories. But a part of Alexa, the part that didn’t want the past to control her, wanted her to try and enjoy this; to not let the memories win and hold her back from living and trying things. Granted, having s*x with a professor from her university might not exactly be the best idea for letting go, especially not since he's technically blackmailing her; but she was here now. More than anything though, Alexa wanted to wipe away the dread and fear that clung to her after the last time she had s*x, well, forced to anyway.

One night, Alexa

Let go...just for this one night...

Alexa closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then dropped the towel covering her to the floor. She opened her eyes as she heard what seemed like a soft gasp from Logan. Gathering courage from deep in her, she turned and faced Logan and her breath caught.

She didn’t really notice his body in the shower, but now that they were in his room she could finally see him clearly, and admire his body. His eyes were intense, his thick brows furrowed a bit, his sharp jaw covered by stubble, and then Alexa’s eyes travelled lower to his broad chest and shoulders, to his muscled arms, to his defined abdomen that indicated he worked out regularly, to the solid v line half covered by the towel he wore around his waist.

“Like what you see, Alexandra?” Logan’s deep voice once again snapped her back to reality, and she blushed as she saw his slight smirk. She felt herself moisten a bit at the way he looked at her and the way he said her name, so sensually. “Because I know I do,”

She wanted to look away but he held her eyes as he walked closer. Alexa felt like her heart might pump out of her chest from how hard it beat inside her. He was in front of her and he lowered his head to claim her lips with his. It started slowly, as he carefully pried her lips open with his tongue. As soon as Logan’s tongue touched hers, something awoke in Alexa; something she never knew was there. She hesitantly ran her hands up his chest before wrapping them around his neck. She estimated him to be around 6’4” ­⸻ Alexa was a bit shorter than him, standing at 5’5”, only reaching his shoulders, but that didn’t stop him from kissing her intensely.

He pushed her back slightly to the bed; their lips broke apart as she fell back on the soft bed. She crawled back slowly, keeping her legs close, and waited for him to join her; he didn’t. Instead, he knelt in front of the bed, grabbed her ankles and pulled her back to the edge. She yelped a bit in surprise, her chest rising and falling quickly. He smirked at her before slowly spreading her legs. Alexa resisted a bit but ultimately let him bare herself to him. Logan skimmed his hands up her legs and she felt a tingling sensation on her most private part.

His fingers trailed around her hairless mound before using his fingers to spread her garden to him. Logan licked his lips as he glanced at that moistening part between her legs, then he raised his eyes and locked on hers. Her anticipation built so much that she thought she was gonna burst; but then he started dipping his head lower, keeping his eyes on hers as he tasted her for the first time. His tongue almost made her jerk back from the sudden sensation. A second passed before he started working his mouth on her, his head between her legs.

Shit!

Alexa didn’t know when she last felt this kind of pleasure, didn’t know if she ever did. But Logan, oh, he knew what he was doing. As he worked his tongue into her, she threw her head back and moaned, and kept moaning. His firm hand splayed on her stomach to keep her down as she squirmed, then she felt his finger press against her hole stretching her, then another and another until three of his fingers were pumping in and out of her. Alexa was moaning loudly now, a tightening sensation on her lower regions, like a coil about to spring. His tongue on her sensitive bud pushed her over the edge.

“f**k! s**t!” Alexa didn’t know if she was screaming or if it was in her mind, but that release barrelled through her hard and left her cursing in her mother tongue. She looked down as Logan pulled back and stood, sucking the fingers that were just inside her. Alexa gaped at him, but he just winked at her before dropping the towel from around his waist. She stared at his length, wondering if it would fit inside her.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill,” Logan asks; his deep voice a bit breathless. It took her a few seconds to register what he said. The pill? Oh...

“I... Depo shot, I’ve been taking it since—” She clamped her mouth shut before she could say more. He looked at her confused, but she didn’t want him to think too much into it so she scooted back on the bed. His eyes flashed—charcoal grey turning darker.

He knelt on the bed then dipped his head to kiss her legs, slowly moving up. He trailed kisses up her stomach to her breast, where he paused to suck and lick and squeeze each firm mound. Once he was satisfied that her n*****s were hard enough, he continued the trail between her breast to her neck, nipping and kissing. Logan kissed her deeply as she felt his hard member settle between her legs and slowly nudged it inside her. Alexa gasped at the sensation, her hole stretching to accommodate his length and girth.

“s**t, s**t, s**t,” They both froze as soon as he was halfway inside her, gasping at the feeling of each other. “Do you always curse in Russian during s*x?” Logan asked her, humour in his voice. Alexa didn’t even realize she was saying it out loud.

“Well...I am Russian, professor...It is my mother tongue…” Alexa panted, squirming as pleasure started to spread from her core as Logan moved ever so slowly. He grinned at her before smashing his lips against hers and suddenly thrusting hard, his entire length filling her. She made a sound between a gasp and a moan, swallowed by his mouth.

She definitely doesn’t remember feeling this burning pleasure.

Logan started to move slow then hard, the pleasure filling her body. She didn’t know when she moved, but her hands were suddenly in his hair, curling and pulling. He groaned and moved to kiss and suck her neck. She started to move her hips against his hesitantly, and he groaned again, thrusting harder.

Yes, yes, yes!

Alexa didn’t even care if she was thinking it or saying it or screaming it. She didn’t know how low they'd been at it and when he moved her right leg over his shoulder. What mattered to her was the sensation that had taken over her senses. She started to feel that delicious tightening in her core again. As if sensing she was close, Logan thrust harder and deeper, and then he leaned down and took her n****e in his mouth. That pushed her over the edge, arching her back to get more of the sensation in her breasts. He continued thrusting faster, making her ride through her orgasm. He suddenly pushed into her hard twice, three times before going still above her. Alexa felt a warm sensation in her lower regions before he pulled out and lay beside her.

They were both breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering them. Alexa didn’t remember feeling like that before; that intense feeling of incredible pleasure. Her body was exhausted, it had been a long night, and she didn’t even know what time it was anymore. She tried to fight the sleep tugging at her, but it was a useless battle. The last thing she remembered as her eyes closed was Logan leaning over and kissing her forehead.

Logan needed to take a few minutes. It’s been a long time since he came that hard. As soon as he was enveloped in her warmth, he had to pause to stop himself from cumming immediately. Alexa was...she was just...

He didn’t even have the words to describe her, she felt so amazing. Logan turned to her but found her eyes closing already. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. He wanted to go again, to savor this, but it had been a long night and he understood that she was tired.

After catching his breath and calming his blood, Logan got up and headed to the bathroom. He started filling the tub with warm water and grabbed a clean hand towel from the cabinet. He walked back out to the room and started wiping off the sweat on Alexa's body. She was indeed truly beautiful.

He placed the hand towel to the side and carefully carried her to the bathroom. He sunk in the tub with her and paused while she suddenly woke up in a daze before closing her eyes again. He started washing her as best he could without disturbing her sleep.

When he got to the apex of her thighs, she moaned and her body squirmed a bit, causing him to smirk. Even though he tried to hold back, he still f****d her hard, and it obviously took a toll on her, leaving her delicious pink part sensitive.

He didn't want to keep them in the water too long, so he picked her up and did his best to wrap her in a towel before bringing her back to bed. Logan dried himself before joining her, hoisting the blanket over them.

(Saturday, August 21, 10:08 AM)

Alexa woke up to the sunlight streaming through the open curtains. She sat up slowly, trying to figure out where she was before everything flooded back to her.

Vandalizing the classroom…

Harvey comforting her as she cried…

Professor Sawyer's offer to...

Alexa froze and slowly looked beside her. Sure enough, there slept Professor Sawyer—no, Logan, as he'd asked her to call him. She closed her eyes to hold back the tears. I can't believe I slept with Professor Sawyer.

She felt horrible, not just for having s*x with him, but because she remembered all the things he did to her and the pleasure he gave her, and craved them again. Alexa recalled waking up sometime before dawn, had felt his member grow hard against her, and when she looked up at him in front of her, his eyes were already on her. She didn't know if it was her or Logan who moved first but they were suddenly kissing, so intense that it made her wet and made him harder.

The next thing she knew was he was on top of her, inside her again. They had gone on for a few minutes before he pulled her up and positioned her on her knees before taking her again, thrusting into her from behind. And just like the first time, she had moaned and cursed and gasped. They continued until light broke through the glass door, then they collapsed and slept like the dead, Logan lying behind her from their last position.

Alexa checked the clock on Logan's nightstand. The numbers 10:08 were blaring at her. s**t, her roommates! She got off the bed as gently as she could. She didn't want to wake him, didn't want to face him. Alexa cautiously picked up her towel from last night and slipped out the door.

She walked to the bathroom in the hallway, took a quick shower, then changed into her clothes from last night, minus her underwear. She quietly left the bathroom and headed to the living room. Alexa didn't know if she should leave a letter or just leave right away.

She decided against just leaving and looked around for a pen and paper. Sure enough, she found some under the center table of the living room. Alexa quickly wrote a short note and left it on the table before putting on her shoes and walking out the door.