Ascend (Celestial Academy Book 1) Page 5

  I hoped the way I was holding the trash bag was covering up my growing erection because I still couldn't get the image of her in that skirt with no panties out of my mind. Or how I'd love to bend her over my desk and-

  What the heck was happening to me?

  "I guess the easiest way to explain it is a person must have more light in their past than darkness. If there's more darkness they are sent to hell. If we are deemed worthy, then we're given tasks or jobs to increase the light. It might be as simple as singing in the choir for a year or maybe a series of selfless acts."

  "You mean like a blow job? If that isn't a selfless act, I don't know what is." She laughed as she looked at me, a tinge of pink touching her cheeks. I felt all the blood drain from my face and straight down, making my erection throb.

  She stood then and walked towards me and my breath caught in my throat. She reached her hand towards my face, and as much as I wanted to pull away, I stood still. Her pinky finger lightly touched my bottom lip as she plucked a feather off my chin with her thumb and forefinger.

  I was headed down a dark path.

  Not that angels couldn't have sex.

  Sex wasn't the issue here.

  She was a forbidden fruit, one that if I took a bite of I would surely be damned.

  "You have a feather too." The words sounded stupid coming from my mouth, but they were out there and I reached towards her hair and brushed it off.

  She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes dropped to where I had just been holding the trash bag. The trash bag that I had dropped to brush the feather out of her hair. Her eyes met mine and I was certain that I wasn't alone in my sudden desire. It hit me like a lightning bolt.

  I dropped the dust pan and brought my other hand up to cup her cheek. A warm sensation ran up my arm and to the center of my chest. My wings tingled in response.

  "Shit." She backed away and turned away from me. "Sometimes I don't have a filter or boundaries. I'm sorry."

  "Let me touch you again." I heard my words but they didn't sound like my own. My voice had lowered slightly. I felt a need swirling inside of me. I wanted to touch her. I needed to touch her.

  "As much as I want you to, Mr.-"

  "Tobias," I interrupted. I already felt skeevy enough as it was. Calling me Mr. Armstrong would only make it worse.

  "Okay then, Tobias. I... okay."

  I stepped behind her and picked a few feathers off her tank top, my hands shaking in the process. I ran a finger across her shoulder and felt her shiver with my touch. This was such a bad idea. Did she even really want me to touch her or was she just letting me because she felt she didn't have a choice?

  "Tell me if you want me to stop."

  I trailed my index finger down her arm before dragging it slowly back up. My body was thrumming with an energy I had never felt before. Even as a human I had never felt like this, and certainly not as an angel. Sexual pleasure was always slightly dulled, but not now. Not with her.

  "I don't want you to stop," she breathed as my hand fell away from her.

  Fuck it. For once in my life I was going to let myself lose control, consequences be damned. I lowered my mouth to her shoulder and kissed it lightly, drawing a sigh from her. I gently moved her hair out of the way and kissed my way to the base of her neck. It was taking so much self-control not to spin her around and capture her lips.

  My hand went back to caressing her arm as I dragged my tongue from her neck to the strap of her tank top, which I grabbed in my teeth and pulled down over her shoulder. She let out a moan as I sucked her skin and planted kisses over the goose-bumped flesh. She tasted like heaven. If heaven had a taste.

  My other hand threaded through her hair and pulled her head to the side to bare her neck to me. She whimpered as I lightly scraped my teeth over the spot just below her ear before sucking her earlobe between my lips. I don't know how I had gone from completely level-headed and professional to horned up and out of my mind.

  My hands went to her waist and I struggled not to devour her whole. I had never wanted a woman so bad in my life and as she shivered and moaned with my touch and my kisses, I knew she had to be feeling the same.

  My hand moved to her breasts, fitting perfectly in my hands as I kneaded them through her clothing. She turned her head and our lips met, a groan escaping before I let my tongue explore hers. I pressed against her back, letting her feel my erection against her ass. She pressed back against me before turning and grabbing my hair, bringing me closer, as if we could get any closer.

  We were moving towards the bed. We were moving so damn slow towards it. She pulled me down with her, our lips never breaking contact, even when feathers floated around us. I settled between her legs so perfectly that I was anxious to get her out of her jeans to see just how well we fit together.

  My hands pushed her tank up over her breasts and I pulled away to look. Her chest moved up and down as her lungs caught up with what we had just done. I traced my finger in a circle on her smooth stomach before trailing it up to her red-lace clad breasts.

  I met her eyes and smiled. "No white?" I joked before lowering my mouth to the waist line of her jeans. She moaned as I licked the skin right above where her jeans touched. Her skin tasted like roses and what reminded me of licorice.

  "What if I wanted you to wear white panties for me, or maybe no panties at all?" I glanced up at her again; desire was written all over her face.

  I dragged my lips up her belly and kissed under her bra as I reached behind her and unclasped it. A sigh left her as she sat up and took off her tank. She grabbed the straps of her bra and slowly moved it down her arms to reveal her peaked nipples. I ran the back of my hand along the outside of her breast and she shivered. My thumb gently brushed over her nipple, causing her back to arch, bringing her closer to me.

  "No more teasing. I want you to fuck me before I explode," she growled before grabbing a hand full of my hair and pushing my mouth to her breast.

  If there was any doubt about her innocence or unwillingness, it quickly vanished.

  I sucked and nipped at her puckered nipples as I unbuttoned her pants and pushed my hand between her legs. The lace between her legs was soaked through with her arousal. And I wanted to taste it. I wanted to taste all of her.

  "You're so fucking wet," I murmured against her breast.

  She moaned as I ran my finger up and down her hot, wet slit before pulling my hand out enough to slide back down into her panties. My fingers slid over a small patch of hair before my index finger dipped between her folds, her hips rising to encourage me further. Our lips met again in a forceful kiss.

  Her hands slid down my back and cupped my ass cheeks. I took her bottom lip in my teeth as I plunged two of my fingers into her pussy. There was no turning back now; I was all in with where this was headed.

  "Tobias, please." I wasn't sure if she wanted more from my hand, my mouth, or my dick inside of her.

  "Tell me what you want, baby. There's no rush." My thumb found her clit and worked it in circles.

  Her hands slipped around to my belt buckle and she fumbled with it as she dealt with the pleasure I was bringing her. I used my free hand to help her and undid my slacks. Her hands slipped inside and found my bare cock, ready and waiting for her.

  "I need this inside of me." She grabbed the base of my cock and began to work her hand at the same pace as I was moving my fingers.

  I let out a groan before pulling my hand out of her pants and pulling her to her feet. I ripped back the quilt on her bed, sending feathers flying, but at least now we wouldn't get them in our ass cracks.

  "Do we need protection? I have an implant, but..." She tilted her head back slightly to look at me, her cheeks flushed with heat.

  How on God's green Earth did I let it get this far? Far enough that we were discussing using a condom, which she had no clue we didn't even need because angels were infertile.

  Only now I was questioning that because how else had she happened? She must have
read the hesitation on my face because she backed up a step.

  "Unless you don't want to. I know it all happened a little fast." She bit her lip and started to pull her pants back up.

  I was completely fucking this up. I felt like this was my first time, that awkward moment when you have to stop to fumble with the condom because putting a condom on a dick was way different than putting it on a banana.

  "We don't need condoms."

  Before I could mess up further, I pulled her back towards me and kissed her. I pushed down her jeans and panties and took off my pants. We sank to the bed and I put the tip of my cock against her opening.

  Her phone rang and her face suddenly changed from sweet anticipation to annoyance. I pushed inside of her and we both sighed in satisfaction. What felt like lightning bolts shot through my dick and up between my shoulder blades. My wings ached to come out, but that might have ruined it for her.

  Her phone rang again and she threw an arm over her eyes and let out a moan. Not a moan of pleasure, but a moan of frustration. I listened closer and heard the song, Runnin' With the Devil by Van Halen.

  Crap. Her dad was calling.

  Did he know?

  Oh, sweet baby Jesus, did the devil know that I was currently buried balls deep inside his little girl?

  I pulled out and rolled over next to her, both of us panting. My dick was still hard, but now I was slightly scared that he was going to show up and kick my ass. Or probably sic a Corpus Unguis demon on me since I had my hands all over her.

  The phone rang a third time and she finally jumped up and went to her backpack to dig it out of the front pocket.

  "For fuck's sake, Lucifer. What the hell is it?" she snapped into the phone.

  I sat up abruptly, surprised she'd talk to him like that. Wasn't she scared of him? I mean, he controlled demons that chewed on fingernails like a cow chews on cud. I shuddered and felt my erection start to deflate. I didn't want it to, it's just now I was thinking about having my fingernails ripped off for touching her.

  She rolled her eyes as she listened to her dad, Lucifer. The devil.

  "Everything's fine. Great actually. Well, except for the name calling, oh, and the feathers covering my room. But I've made some friends." She looked at me and winked.

  It gave me a little relief, that wink, but not enough to salvage the moment. Maybe that was a good thing; this was rather spur of the moment. I don't do spur of the moment. I should have asked her out for coffee or to dinner.

  She listened to him talk again. "I appreciate your concern, but I have it handled... No, I won't punch anyone in the nose. I promise... You're way too overprotective... Love you too, bye."

  She hung up and walked back over to the bed, sitting on the side, her back to me.

  "Kind of a mood killer, isn't it?" She looked over her shoulder at me and down at my limp dick. "It's like he sensed a sin was about to be committed."

  "What do you mean he sensed a sin?" I stood, panic flaring in my gut.

  The last thing I needed was to piss off Lucifer, or any of the archangels, and end up without my wings. I saw what that did to a man and it wasn't pretty.

  "It was a joke. We should finish cleaning this up. Maybe try to find one of those shop vacuums to use." She didn't sound like she wanted to finish cleaning it up but stood and went into the bathroom, shutting the door partway.

  I heard the sink water, so I grabbed my pants, shook them out and slid them back on. I grabbed her clothing off the floor and shook them off the best I could. My heart was beating wildly as I grabbed her red lace panties. I looked back at the cracked bathroom door to make sure she wasn't looking and shoved them in my pocket. I left my shirt untucked to hide the fact there was something there.

  When she came back out she looked for a few moments for them but then just grabbed another pair from her pile. How had we so quickly gone from zero to sixty? I was feeling whiplash and I was pretty sure I wanted it again.

  Chapter Five

  Danica

  I hated when time seemed to slow infinitely when you were impatiently awaiting the weekend. It slowed even more when you had to deal with assholes and the fiery gaze of a particular teacher.

  My encounter at the beginning of the week with Tobias was only that. An encounter. Sure, I had felt something beyond anything I had felt with a simple touch before, but I barely knew him. He barely knew me. It was not beyond my often-impulsive self to recognize that starting something with a teacher, my advisor nonetheless, was playing with fire.

  And I'd probably be the one who got burned.

  All week I had done my best to avoid him in the hall. It's not that I didn't want him, because I did. Every time I saw him my skin ached for him to touch it, but my mind was on other things. Like why the Divine 7 thought it was their duty to torture me.

  On Tuesday before Demonology had started, Oliver very loudly announced that he was in desperate need of new pillows and asked for recommendations. Tobias looked murderous most of class, but did nothing, at least from what I could tell.

  Then on Wednesday at lunch, Abby, Julian, and Levi walked by the table and dumped a plate of deviled eggs on me. Where they had even gotten them was beyond me since there had been none available when I went through the lunch line. I had wanted to retaliate but then Lucifer's warning echoed in my head.

  The one he gave when he interrupted the pleasure train to an orgasm. The way Tobias had been touching me, kissing me. Le-sigh. Damn him to hell for calling.

  Every time they said or did something, his voice echoed in my head. "Danica, don't get yourself kicked out of this school. This is your last chance." I wasn't sure what he meant by 'last chance' but I really didn't want to find out. There was only so far you could push the devil, and I think I had met my life quota ten-fold.

  Thursday was freaking fantastic, and I should have known that it was the calm before the storm. The storm being my last class, which just happened to be independent study in the library. It was my least favorite class because I was studying for my GED, which meant I had to focus. My focus was even worse because all I could think about was Tobias.

  When he had touched me it was like fireworks had gone off in my body. No one had ever made me feel like that before. He worshipped my body, and despite barely knowing him, I felt some weird comfort being near him.

  I was just finishing up a lesson on the computer when I heard something behind me. I hadn't even heard the library door open, so they had to have already been inside. Before I could even register the sensation to flee, a black bag was yanked over my head and I was jerked out of my chair by my arm.

  Either the librarian was away or they had distracted her, because when I screamed, no one came. All there was, was laughter. Gleeful laughter. By now I knew that laughter well.

  My hands were tied behind my back and then the bag was pulled up and a ball gag put in my mouth. I'd never be able to enjoy a ball gag now, thanks to those assholes.

  Once they were gone, I managed to get the bag off my head by bending in half and shaking my head vigorously. The damn librarian was nowhere to be seen, so my only option was to wander into the hall.

  I wish I hadn't.

  I wish I had just stayed until the librarian came back.

  At least some students in the hall looked at me in pity. Most laughed and took pictures with their phones. It would be spread around the school in a matter of minutes.

  Someone finally untied my hands, and when I yanked the ball gag out of my mouth, well, no wonder it was so hilarious to everyone. It was in the shape of an apple.

  I would have maybe even thought it was brilliant if they hadn't done it to me.

  Friday. Possibly the best day of the week. Well, besides Saturday and Sunday. Even school on Fridays didn't bother me too much since most teachers were always burnt out, which usually meant easy assignments or a video.

  Teachers except Tobias Armstrong. A pop quiz on a Friday was not the way I had envisioned my day starting. I had half-expected a movie wi
th demons. Tests and I didn't exactly see eye to eye. At least it was short-answer.

  I found that short-answer was the best for me. I could embellish the hell out of my answers and usually at least get a few points. It's how I maintained my stellar 2.3 grade point average in high school.

  When class ended, I pretended like I was finishing up my quiz until the last student had exited and then handed it to Tobias.

  "I won't be marked down for my descriptions being a little different than the book's, will I?" This was my main worry during the quiz, but I hadn't wanted to ask in front of everyone.

  I was trying to lay low after the apple gag incident the afternoon before. I was going to be called Eve for weeks because of it. I didn't need everyone calling me an idiot too.

  Tobias grabbed my paper and glanced over it. "No, but I will mark down for all these feather doodles you put everywhere." He smiled up at me, a glint in his eye.

  Smiling was something he needed to do more often. It brought a light to his eyes that made me want to reach out and caress his cheek. He stared back down at my paper. "You've been avoiding me, Danica."

  I ran my finger over the corner of the desk and then examined my nails to avoid his gaze. I felt it though. Felt it right between my legs.

  "Come here." His voice was quietly commanding, which made my heart start to beat wildly. What if I refused and stayed where I was? It was tempting to defy him, but instead I moved around the side of the desk to stand near the drawers.

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. The same overwhelming need to be touched flared in my body, running up my arm, into my chest, to my core.

  "Why have you been avoiding me?" He still had ahold of my hand so I couldn't escape.

  "I haven't." I looked him square in the eyes, hoping he couldn't see what he was doing to me. I cleared my throat. "Is there anything I can do to make up for the lost points?"

  "You can earn some extra credit." He let go of my hand and gripped my hip.