My alarm wakes me up again. This time I don't have a pounding headache. I guess I didn't drink as much this time. Good. I hope in the shower and wash myself. I don't remember coming home. So maybe I did drink too much again. Either way, I remembered to set my alarm early enough to give me time to finish my homework. I let out a yawn and get to work.
German is seriously not my thing. I really don't remember why I decided to take it. There was a pop quiz today and I'm ninety percent sure that I failed it. But it's Friday, and that means that after today, I won't have to come back for two days. My parents won't be home either, they're off on some business trip, again, so Jace will probably spend the night after he deals with some personal stuff.
Clari is out today, so only Jace walks with me to English. He hands me a thermos full of orange juice again today. I'm not sure why he's decided I need it, but I like being taken care of so I'm not going to complain. The closer we get to the English room, the more my stomach starts to do flips. This is the second day in a row that I've gotten unexplainably nervous going into English. The butterflies are enough to make me uncomfortable by the time we get to class. I'm alternating between chewing on my nails, and sipping on the orange juice. Jace notices, but doesn't say anything. Which is odd, normally he'd be trying to figure out what is wrong with me.
Jace holds the door open for me and I head straight to my seat, avoiding looking at the front of the class. I have a feeling that these new found nerves are because of Mr. Masters and I don't want to make them worse.
Although, he doesn't seem to like my unspoken plan of avoidance. As soon as I sit down and set my bag on the floor, he's in front of my desk. His hands are resting flat on the tabletop as he addresses the class, asking for homework, and explaining the assignment.
Still chewing on my nails, I refuse to look up at him. Instead, I choose to study his hands. They're pale in color, but so is his face, so I assume the rest of him is pale as well. His fingers are long and slender, adorned is several rings of various sizes. The one on his right thumb is more of a metal claw. It goes completely around the digit and has a sharp point. I bet it could do some damage if he wanted. His index finger has a simple, black band. His middle finger sports a grotesque skull ring. Further inspection reveals snakes or vines going through the sockets and around the band. The next ring is on his pinky finger and it appears to be some kind of skull as well, but not human. It has a beak, and he's Goth, so maybe a crow? Or perhaps a raven. His left hand almost matches, except the thump is missing the claw. And his ring finger isn't bare. There's a giant red stone set in a black band. I'm not sure what stone it is, but if it's real, it had to be expensive. His nails are slightly longer than what I'd expect a guys to be, neatly trimmed still, and painted black.
I'm not sure how long I took in my inspection of his hands, but it must have been quite a bit of time because he suddenly jerks them off of my desk, knocking my notebook off and nearly missing the thermos with my orange juice. Startled, I look up at him only to be greeted with that smirk. That bastard! He knocked it over on purpose! I narrow my eyes are him and lean over to pick my notebook up. Done talking, Mr. Maker moves to his desk.
I sigh, I didn't hear a word of what he said. I consider getting up and asking him to repeat himself, but what reason would I have for not listening? 'Sorry sir, I was distracted by your gorgeous hands and didn't hear a word you said.'
I look up to see him already looking at me. I meet his eyes and barely manage to hold back the gasp. The moment our eyes met, my heart seemed to skip a beat, the butterflies settled, and my nether region clenched. He arches an eyebrow at me, as if to say, "Problem, Ms. Blut?" I shake my head no and look back down at my lap, chewing on my nails again. What the hell was that?
Jace fills me in on the assignment in whispers and I spend the rest of class avoiding any and all eye contact with Mr. Masters. I don't know where this sudden attraction came from, but it needs to go away. He's my teacher for crying out loud.
You'd think, it being Friday night, we'd go clubbing. But every Friday Jace has a family thing to attend to, and Clari and I aren't close enough to go together. Honestly, if she wasn't dating him, I'd probably have no idea who she was.
Since going out alone is not an option, as soon as I'm home I don my comfiest pjs, a spaghetti strap tank top and men's sleep pants, and curl up on the couch to watch movies. I'm in the mood to have a vampire marathon night.
A light caress to my calf wakes me up. It's followed by another on my thigh. I let out a soft sigh as I roll on to my back. The other calf gets touched, then the other thigh. Hands encircle my lower thigh, rubbing in circles. That feels good. The hands move up, bypasses the spot that really wants attention and rubs small circles on my tummy. I arch my back into it, opening my eyes. I blink a few times. It's dark and I can't see much. A vague outline of a person is hovering slightly above me. Surprisingly, I'm not scared. Something about this shadow makes me feel like there's no danger. The figure leans forward slowly, I watch with half-lidded eyes as it gets closer to me. Warm breath hits the exposed flesh from where my tank has ridden up. Lips barely graze me as he slowly moves up my body. A dull red glow is coming from where they eyes should be. Although I can't see them, I can feel the goosebumps rising on my flesh. I let out a shaky breath as Mr. Masters' face comes close enough for me to make it out. Instead of waiting for him, I lean up and press my lips to his. In an acrobatic move that momentarily startles both of us, I manage to wrap my legs around him and pull him down on top of me. He pulls on my bottom lip, chuckling at my whimper. He breaks the kiss and cups my chin his hand, looking into my eyes. His other hand slowly trails down my neck, across my chest to cup a breast, and grazes my tummy enough to make me gasp and arch into him. He teases his fingers under the waistband of my pants, causing me to shiver. I stick my bottom lip out in a pout. Can't he see I want him to touch me? I reach my own hands up and lay them on his chest, mildly surprised at how hard his chest is. He must work out. The hand on my chin moves and takes both my wrists. He brings them to his lips, takes a slow deep breath, then pins them above my head onto the arm of my couch. He shakes his head at me slightly. So he doesn't want me to touch him?
The hand teasing me uses my distraction to slide under my waistband to circle my nub through my panties. I gasp and close my eyes, arching into him. Oh. My. God. He hasn't even done anything and I'm already feeling more than I have in my entire life. His face nudges mine to the side and he kisses my neck. He laps at it and continues to kisses it as his hand pushes my underwear aside. He teases my entrance with his fingers as his face kisses its way down from my neck to my chest. He shakes his head and my tank top is pulled down, exposing my breasts. My nipples, already hardened with my arousal, tighten even more when the cool air hits them. I'm quivering beneath him. His fingers circling my clit and entrance simultaneously. I feel a small warm breath before he takes my nipple in his mouth. There's a sharp prick where his mouth is just as he shoves not 1, but two fingers into my sopping hole. I cry out in pleasure, trying to press myself closer. His mouth is working at my breast, sucking and pulling in a rhythm he's matching with his fingers. Pressure starts to build in my stomach. I've never felt this before, but I still know what it is. He pulls away from my nipple, letting the suction make a popping noise. He releases my wrists and wraps his arm around my back, making me lay in a way that my chest is arched towards him and his fingers get a new, deeper angle. By now I'm panting. I let out a cry as he takes the other nipple in his mouth. He's not matching rhythm now. He's added a third finger and keeps hitting a spot that keeps sending waves of pleasure shooting through me.
"Masters," I manage to pant. I feel like I'm going to explode and he needs to know that. He presses his fingers into me as far as they'll go and wiggles them separately. That drives me over the edge and I cry out as my whole body spasms. He stills, waiting for me to settle back down, before sitting up, pulling his hand from my pants. I can't see his face in the darkness but I can feel him looking at me.
I'm still trying to catch my breath. I've never orgasmed before and that took a lot out of me. From the heat of his gaze, I'm sure he knows. Once my breathing is at a regular speed again, he leans down and grasps my chin again, looking deep into my eyes.