Forbidden Obsessions (Deviant Desires of Bennington University #2)

Chapter Four

Olivia

“ G ood morning, beautiful,” Lex sings next to my ear. It’s criminal to be that chipper this early in the morning. Wait, why the fuck is she here? She shakes me again. Curious, I finally relent and open an eye.

Lex sits on the edge of the bed while Mia opts for the chair across the room. “You two look like clones. What’s going on?” They both shrug innocently. Hiking boots, leggings, and those cute little puffer vests that make me look like a marshmallow? Something is most definitely up.

“Not that I’m unhappy to see both of you, but what the fuck?” My oldest friend, Alexandria, mostly known as “Lex” pounces on me with a hug and slides into bed next to me.

“You’ll see,” she offers, biting back a devious smile.

When the pair of them met last semester, I wasn’t sure how they were going to get along. I guess they must be forming a friendship if they’re both here without my involvement. I’m happy about it, though, since Lex is moving in with me and Mia next semester—although it might just be with Mia.

“Mia, are you gonna stay in the cuck chair or join us over here?” Lex nods at the empty spot next to her. She gives Lex a sly smile before sauntering to the bed. Lex slides over, giving Mia some room, but not much. The two of them lay together, bodies flush, with Mia being the big spoon. I suddenly feel like the outsider amongst the three of us.

“What are you both doing here? Is something wrong?” I ask, sitting up slowly.

“Nah, babe. We’re leaving. Get your bags,” Mia says coolly.

“Leaving where?” Lex and Mia share a glance with wide eyes. “What aren’t you telling me? Where’s Tomas?” The tightness in my chest returns. Lex holds her hands out.

“Tomas is fine. He packed you a bag. We just have to get that, your coffee, and you into the car,” she enunciates calmly.

“Okay,” I sigh in relief, sagging against the headboard. I am so sick of waiting for the other shoe to drop all the fucking time. Between trying to heal from Julian, and now imagining Nathan is lurking around every corner, my anxiety hasn’t really been improving.

The girls scurry around the house, working efficiently and quietly to get us out of Cambridge. Lex ushers me into the back seat of my SUV as Mia slides behind the wheel.

“Mia, how the hell did you get my keys? Is this a kidnapping or what?” I ask.

“Obviously, bitch,” she says, looking back at me in the rearview mirror.

“Was this his idea?” I ask.

“Yep,” they say in unison, each with identical cheesy grins. Butterflies form at the thought of what he has waiting for me. My blood heats, knowing there’s probably more from what we started last night. Why he would go to these lengths is beyond me.

“Do you know what he has planned?” I ask.

“No,” Mia says with pursed lips.

“Kind of,” Lex admits with a smile. Mia shoots Lex a glare, promptly elbowing her to hush. She blushes under Mia’s gaze, quickly turning her head.

“What’s going on with you and Matt?” I ask, suddenly.

“Nothing,” Mia responds flatly.

“Nothing, as in?” I prompt.

“We’re not together. Fake or otherwise,” she clarifies. Well, fuck. This was not on my bingo card.

“Whose idea?” I ask.

Mia grits her teeth. “His.” Another admission far from the last thing I expected her to say.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her honestly. The pair of them are made for each other. I wonder how long they’ll last apart.

She sighs, gripping the steering wheel harder. “He gave me an ultimatum. Commit to him, for real, or everything was over. He said he’d rather face the wrath of his parents than have to pretend that I loved him if I didn’t.”

I feel for him. Anyone with two eyes can see that he’s madly in love with Mia. Although she’s never outright said it to me, I know she loves him, too.

“And do you?”

She hesitates. “Yes, of course I love him.” Mia likes to be chased. She lives for the limelight. Once she’s too comfortable or vulnerable, it’s over. “I just don’t want to be tied down or limited to one person,” she admits with another dramatic sigh.

“I find it hard to believe he’s against sharing.”

“Unfortunately, he is. He said he loves me too much. No offense to you and Tomas, Liv, but I’m not ready to become a grandma.”

“That’s valid,” I say, staring out the window. I’m not sure that I am, either, but it seems like Tomas is. They said you know you have the one when you do, but I’m still uncertain. I love Tomas, and I’m happy we’re together, but what happened to being young and having time?

We reach the little town just outside of the cabin. I had a gut feeling since the pair showed up in hiking boots, we were heading here. I have to admit, it’s a hell of a lot easier to breathe outside of the city. No matter how often I see them, I can’t help my excitement when the towering mountains come into focus.

Once we make it to the sleepy town, I roll my window down, sticking my arm into the whipping wind. Mia traverses the main strip, then eases us up the steep, winding driveway to my home away from home.

I’ve been in love with this cabin as long as I have with Tomas. It’s brought me so much comfort and peace throughout the stalker Nathan drama and navigating what more looks like with Tomas. I don’t know what I’ll do if the owners ever stop renting it out.

Mia parks, and I step out, starting my brisk walk to the edge of the property so I can stare at the valley below. It’s been a tradition of mine since the first time Tomas brought me here.

Everything feels so insignificant up here, the town and landmarks appearing as little dots, sitting far below. I try to imagine my perceived and actual problems along with them. This is just what I needed. No stress. No paralyzing choices. Just relaxing with Tomas and my besties.

Lex and Mia unload the car wordlessly, letting me have my moment alone with nature and my chaotic mind. Bright blooms catch my eye as the wind blows softly. There’s a bouquet of wildflowers, elegantly wrapped with twine, sitting on the nearby stump. My heart squeezes as I jog over to them.

A note in Tomas’ messy scrawl falls to the ground.

Where purples, yellows, and orange blend into one

lies a blanket made for fun.

Take a moment and catch your breath.

I promise you, you’ll need your rest.

-Tomas

PS. I teach science, dammit. Don’t judge me.

One of the more recent times that we were here, the wildflowers had just begun blooming. It snowed, and neither of us had packed for snow. Apparently, Tomas has something up his sleeve this time around, and the butterflies that fact gives me are undeniable.

I race to the top of the hill with ragged breath, both from exertion and excitement. There, in a heap of blankets among the sunshine, sea of flowers, and jagged peaks, is Tomas.

His back is to me as he stares off into the horizon. The rich brown curls at the nape of his neck dance in the breeze. I want to run my fingers through them, to grab them in a continuation from last night. A straw picnic basket sits to his left, with an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne to his right.

“When the hell did you have time to do this?” I call. He turns toward me with his signature half smile and shrugs nonchalantly, like driving an hour, picking flowers, leaving clues, and setting up a picnic was the easiest thing in the world.

Before I can protest, he has me in his arms, twirling me around as if I’m as light as a feather. “You are unbelievable,” I mutter, planting a kiss on his forehead. I nearly cry from the way he’s looking at me. After Julian, I never thought someone would look at me with such adoration again.

“You deserve it, Olivia. You’ve been working hard, and I just want you to know that I’m proud of you. I want you to know we’re here for you. All of us, especially Mia and Lex,” he says.

“I know. I just didn’t know you saw how much I’ve been struggling lately,” I say, tears welling in my eyes. My friends try to lend support, and instead, my brain labels it as pity. During times like these, where my head is a mess, and I want to stay in bed to rot, I have a tendency to push people away, even if it’s when I need them the most.

“Come on, let’s get you fed.” Tomas sets me down gingerly on the pillows and blankets, draping one over me. The temperature in the mountains is about fifteen degrees cooler than the city. I’m thankful for my fleece and the steaming thermos of coffee he hands me.

“You should reconsider professions,” I jest.

“Yeah? I warned you I wasn’t a poet. I don’t have a way with words.” He hands me a wrapped sandwich. I eagerly unwrap it and bite into it, starving. “No. I mean, you’re fine with words. Great, actually,” I mumble through a bite. His gaze snaps to the blush violently spreading across my face.

“Oh really? How so?” he questions, with his fist tucked under his chin.

“Can you be serious for five seconds, Professor?”

“I believe you started this. Also, you only call me Professor when you want something.”

“That isn’t true.” I quickly bite my tongue because he is right. He barks a laugh.

“Thank God you don’t play poker. You can’t keep anything that passes through that brain of yours off of your face.” I roll my eyes, purely to spur him on.

Suddenly, he’s inches from me, his fist gently wrapped around my wild hair. “You know what I think, Miss Hamilton?” He’s so close, I can taste the hint of maple syrup on his lips.

“What’s that, Professor?” I ask, trying to control my breathing, his closeness invading my senses.

“I think your eye rolls and snarky remarks are on purpose. I think you want me to get rid of that bratty little attitude of yours. Do you have any ideas of how I should go about doing that?” Oh, fuck. His words. Those innocent words, with their filthy connotations. Don’t even get me started with the actually filthy, explicit ones.

He presses his lips against mine, forcing me to my back. Heat radiates from his muscular frame, covering me protectively, fully consuming me.

“You didn’t give me time to answer, Professor,” I whisper with a rasp. His mouth claims my neck in a series of languid kisses.

“I didn’t need your answer. We both know what you like and how you like it.” He unzips my jacket, pulling it off, with my shirt following suit. He pulls my bra under my breasts, hissing softly as he rolls a nipple into his mouth. The contrast of the biting chill and my unleashed lust brings goosebumps to my skin.

“And how exactly do I like it, Professor?” My fingers find those delicate curls I pined over when I got here. He pulls back, rising on his forearms to watch my expression. “You need me to quiet your brain. There are times you know you need to do your homework or study, but that pretty little brain comes up with something better to do. When I command you to do it, and you know how well I’ll reward you for it, you can accept it. Quite frankly, Miss Hamilton, you make a good little teacher’s pet.”

“You’ll never let me live that down, will you?” I ask, shaking my head.

“Never,” he confirms before sinking his teeth into my collarbone. Tomas peers up at me wistfully. He’s been looking at me strangely since last night. Right now, I’m too turned on, too needy to dissect it. He must know it, as he rocks back on his heels, baring my lower half in a flash.

“Was this all a ploy to get me naked?” I moan at the first swipe of his tongue on my sensitive clit.

“Isn’t it always?” he mutters against me, not bothering to come up for air. It doesn’t take much for the first crescendo of pleasure to barrel through me.

“Fuck me,” I whimper shamelessly.

He flips me over to straddle him. “No, you fuck me. Take what you need, Miss Hamilton.”

My core pulses with anticipation as I fumble with his belt buckle. He runs his cool palms along my heated skin. The contrast brings goosebumps to the exposed skin.

Sometimes, Tomas and I can’t wait. Those are the times I would do anything, regardless of how depraved or brazen it may be, to satisfy the need for him to be inside me. They’re fiery and fierce. Sometimes, they’re passionate and rough. But right now? I’d crawl into him right now if I could. This feels so intimate, so right, like we were made for each other.

Tomas looks up at me like I hung the goddamn moon. His heated gaze, the breathtaking scenery, the biting chill, and my confession, all converge to give me this fully unguarded moment. It’s rare for me to trust someone at all, let alone so deeply.

Times like these are when I know, if he hadn’t made it, if Nathan had succeeded and had taken him from me, I would’ve burned the fucking world down in revenge and fury. Times like these are when the asinine statements such as forever , like Tomas alluded to last night, become dangerous.

When our hips move in unison, the pair of us sharing the same overwhelming sense of completeness, that’s when I know there won’t be anyone else after Tomas. We’ll grow old together. Maybe I’ll have his babies. Maybe I won’t. We don’t have to decide that now. I know his relationship is strained with his parents, but we’ll have Sunday dinners with my parents. Thoughts like that scare the everloving hell out of me.

Rain clouds form overhead as Tomas spills deep within me. My eyes flit to the sky nervously, only to be met by a steady, frigid rain. Tomas curses, pulling the blankets on top of us. I laugh at the disgruntled scowl. When I feel him dripping between my drenched thighs, I laugh harder.

He gets up, pulling my pants back on, pausing when he reaches my sticky thighs. “Christ, that’s sexy. Do you know what watching my cum drip out of you does to me?” He groans before noticing my chattering teeth. He continues dressing me hastily.

He throws me over his shoulder, leaving the bulk of the picnic in the field. We reach the front door. Tomas holds a finger to his lips, motioning me to follow him to the master bedroom. I freeze at the sight of a naked Mia lying on top of Lex. Tomas grabs my hand, pulling me on. I’ll have to unpack that later. We tiptoe down the hallway, and as soon as we enter the room, he pins me against the gray wall. “Turn around, Miss Hamilton. I’m not done with you yet,” he commands.

I splay my hands for stability as he pulls my soaked pants down to my ankles. “Tomas,” I protest when I realize he isn’t getting back up. He pries my legs apart, running his fingers up my inner thighs. “I haven’t shaved. I should get a shower,” I argue half-heartedly.

“I don’t care about your leg hair or that you think you need a shower,” he replies firmly before biting my ass cheek.

“I do,” I cry. Tomas begins his assault on my pussy for the second time today. “We taste so good together. See for yourself,” he says before spinning me around to kiss me deeply. I have to say, he isn’t wrong.

Tomas hikes my legs up, filling me to the hilt without warning and thrusting deep. My eyes roll to the back of my head in ecstasy. “You’ve turned into a feral animal.” I grip his shoulders, as solid as the centuries-old boulders in the mountain formations.

“Yes, and I’m turning you into one, too,” he grits out before slumping against me, panting. “I think it’s too late for either of us. I’ve been feral since you walked into that lecture hall last September.” I never thought that this was where we would have ended up.

“Thank God for Mia and her peer pressure. We should toast her at our wedding instead of the other way around.” Tomas lowers his head, but not quick enough to hide his uncharacteristically crimson cheeks.

“Oh, she’d eat that up, for sure.”

“Eat what?” Mia calls from the hallway.

“How the hell did you know we were back?” I stifle a cackle, trying to keep my voice as casual as possible.

“I think the whole state of New Hampshire can hear you. Talk soon,” Lex chimes in.

Tomas thrusts impossibly harder, impossibly deeper. “You are so good at taking my cock, Olivia,” he murmurs into my ear.

“And you’re so good at giving it to me,” I cry through a moan. I ride the tsunami of pleasure, slumping further against Tomas. Three back-to-back orgasms and I am spent.

“Good girl,” he whispers, after coming again. “You’ve earned this,” he says, handing a folded piece of paper. I hastily unfold it as he cleans me up, then steps out of the room.

One room over, your bath awaits.

When you’re ready, come see your fate.

For there, you must try to relax,

or be prepared to face my wrath.

Tomas

PS. Definitely worse than the first.

Eager to get cleaned up, I head into the bathroom. With the gloomy sky and retractable blinds closed, it’s dark and quiet. A bubble bath is already waiting for me. I peel off what’s left of my clothes and sink into the heavenly hot water.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle.” I yelp, startled by Mia and Lex popping up from behind the door. Water splashes over the edge of the tub.

“What the fuck is this?” I ask, trying to slow my pulse.

“I am your esthetician, Mia, and this is my personal assistant, Alexandria. We will take good care of you at Spa DeLuca today,” Mia recites in a pretentious Italian accent.

I snort, making Lex break character. “Babe, wrong language,” I whisper to Mia.

Mia elbows her. “You’re going to get us fired.”

“What’s the matter? Scared of the boss?” I ask with a quipped brow.

“Oui.” Mia nods with furrowed brows. “My boss tells me to give you the works.”

Mia grabs a jar from the counter. “We’re starting with a face mask,” she announces before tenderly applying it to my skin. Lex exits, then returns with a bottle of prosecco.

“I don’t know what Tomas said or did to entice you to come for all this, but thank you,” I sigh earnestly.

Lex waves me off. “We wanted to be here for this.” She stops abruptly, obviously not finishing her thought.

“For what, exactly?” I ask casually, trying not to sound nosy.

“The day of relaxation. Here, have some coconut water,” she offers with finality before shooting a stormy look at Lex. “Seems like you lost some fluids there. Don’t want you to get dehydrated,” she adds.

“It’s good to see you both. I’ve missed you. Anything new?” I ask, testing the waters. I won’t make either of them tell me something they don’t want to, but holy hell, do I have questions for them.

“Nothing on my end.” Mia drains the glass of prosecco in one long sip.

“What about you, Lex?”

“Nothing,” Lex says quickly. The dim lighting does nothing to hide the blush creeping up her face. I’ll get to the bottom of whatever is up soon enough. Are they dating or just sleeping together? Is this why Matt ended things?

Mia returns with another skin mask. “Lots of collagen in this one, grandma,” she teases, rubbing the cool cream into my face with deft fingers.

“Alright, can we simmer it down a bit? You’re taking skin off,” I protest. Mia sighs, softening her massage marginally.

Mia leaves, then hurries back into the bathroom with an assortment of makeup, hair products, and a garment bag. She’s been back and forth so much, I’m getting whiplash.

“What is all this for?” I wouldn’t put it past Mia and Lex to host a party and not make us aware that we were having it. Mia reaches in to drain the tub.

“Okay, I guess I was done,” I say, standing and wrapping the towel around me. Both are fully engrossed in their work, barely speaking. The pair of them work in tandem seamlessly to turn me into a princess. Mia sticks her tongue out in concentration. “There,” she says thirty minutes later as she pins the last bobby pin in my hair. Holy fuck.

“Mia, you’re in the wrong profession. Are you a literal fairy godmother?” I have never looked so good in my entire life.

She gives a half-smile. “Come on, princess. Time to get your prince.”