Vitamin D

Arabella POV

Damn," I said to myself as I leave the class. Why didn't I say anything? He was clearly waiting for me to come explain myself after class. But what did I do? I ran away like some scared little chicken about to be slaughtered. I sighed out heavily as I thought to myself once more. What is wrong with me?

My thoughts circulate through my mind like a torment-filled tune as I close my books for my final class of the day heading to the gym. I needed to let off some steam and lately, I found myself at the punching section of the gym. I mean going to the gym is how I keep up my body shape and besides the membership comes with my tuition as it is a school gym.

I hurried up walking as my thoughts kept on tormenting me. I got set up pretty fast and landed my first punch. I felt a little bit of relief. Each punch I threw was filled with rage, disappointment that was brimming and fear. In my mind, the punching bag is me and I am punishing myself for being so gullible.

I mean, we could have talked like an adult that I claim to be, but no, I behaved like a child, avoided him for days and when I finally had the courage to see him, to behave like a grown-up, I scurried and ran. And the longer I wait to talk to him, the more awkward it will be, so pretending like it never happened might actually be the better plan, right?

But I couldn't help myself as I thought of how my lips tingled when they brushed his beard during our kiss and I know it would be very hard, probably excruciating to forget that feeling. No matter what I do, I can't be able to forget or erase the memory of his warm, soft lips or his scent, which seems to linger around me.

I mean, I know it was more of a peck on the lips because I didn't feel his tongue or the piercing on it but I had broken all the rules. School rules of no student-to-professor relationship and the rules of not dating your ex's brother. I am not sure if the second rule actually exists but the point is that I am putting Dimitri's career at stake and somehow lying to his brother actually hurts more than it seems.

I slam my fists into the punching bag harder than previous times, but I let my mind drift to more what-ifs

Had he reported me to the authorities or his brother? I doubt he has told Blake what I had done but what if he had? But what if he had? What if I hadn't run away? What would he have said? That it was a mistake, and should never happen again. That I am sure of.

Kissing Dimitri was a mistake, though. A costly one at the thought. Just because he was friendly, offered me advice, and said some words that danced at the edge of flirtation doesn't mean he was interested in me or would risk his career for me. And I shouldn't be thinking of asking him if he would. It wasn't fair. At least I know that it won't be.

"Shit!" I voiced out, letting the hint of frustration at my inner turmoil as I hit the punching bag so hard that it went flying back at a high speed. I move back a little as it returns hoping it somehow hits me so I can feel a little pain but it doesn't. It grazes me a little before returning to its normal position. I move out of its path, my chest heaving with the storm emerging inside of me.

I need an outlet to eliminate these feelings.

I unfold the tape around my knuckles as I continue to think of what next to do. Letting it drop to the ground, I groaned as I let out a string of incoherent curses. I sat down on a bench watching other people mind their business in the gym before opening my EVA bottled water and taking a huge gulp.

The cool liquid drenches my throat, giving a bit of relief to my hot thoughts. I am close to tears as I rest my elbows on my knees, running my palms over my face wishing I could go back in time to erase my actions.

If only it were that easy.

"Hey Ara, are you okay?"

I slowly bring my face up to see one of the dudes I had spared with one on stretching exercises. He was gorgeous alright, with his dark Auburn hair, probably older than me with four or five years but he was nothing like Dimitri.

"Yeah, Caleb. Just had a rough week." I said rubbing my face with my pink face towel.

"I can see," I stopped cleaning my face to give him a look that said 'What?'

He held his hand defensively before speaking. "I mean I can see you're going through something. The way you walked in all tensed up, going straight to the punching bag, I knew something was up."

"Yeah," I said, darting my eyes back to the punching bag which stood still.

"Besides, I heard what happened with Blake. He is an idiot. You're way beautiful for that douchebag."

"Thanks." He nodded in response walking back to where he was working out. I couldn't help but imagine his muscles and also compare them with Dimitri. Ugh, I need to stop thinking about him dammit.

"Shit it's 5 pm," I said, glancing at my watch to see that the time has gone by so quickly. I was surprised at how much time I have spent here. I usually spent two to three hours but today was longer. It's almost closing time.

I stood up and walked to the changing stall. I turned on the shower and stood under the cold shower. It usually helps cool off the pain after workouts and I really needed it. I can't imagine myself walking out here all sweaty before getting home to take a proper shower. Though it is late, I try to clean up, removing every ounce of sweat from my body.

I try to think of something other than the Rossi men, but Caleb's comment about Blake makes me think more about Dimitri. The way he came to look for me after what had transpired. Also when he called my name in class today it was surprisingly more authoritative than usual. I closed my legs tight just by the baritone of him calling out my surname like that. I didn't mean to look out the window but I usually did so I could see Blake play and subconsciously I did it today.

If only he had said my first name that way.

Him…saying my name…in that same authoritative tone…maybe in a different location…maybe right here, in the shower…that is what I want right now.

He would walk up to me, drenched with beads of water trickling down his tattooed skin. It would be so hot.

I was in another world of mine, oblivious to my surroundings, my hands go through my hair, squeezing my nipples moving downwards as it finds their way to my belly button and finally my swollen clit. I gasp as my fingers graze my sensitive part pinching it flatly between the two digits.

I picture Dimitri in all his handsomeness, his confidence, his masculinity which was a usual turn-on as he reads and explains to us in class. His hands are big, holding the little marker in a tight grip, as he writes on the whiteboard.

My clit throbs as I continue recalling how he looked in class, especially today, so authoritative, so sexy. His hair is always in a state like he just fucked someone, and he runs his tattoed fingers through the thick hair, always pulling my attention from the text on the board.

For three years, he has always been the forbidden fruit I have been dying to devour. But I can't. Not that I would ever. But, now that I had a little taste…

My fingers brush the slick lips of my pussy. I began to rub my clit in small circles as I imagined him. My arousal getting to me.

I continued trying to picture him. I could draw him if given a chance right now. His face, his eyes, his mouth. I would climb on him and ride him like a horse or my tool if given a chance.

I breathe out a heavy sigh as images of him kneeling, his head between my legs, worshiping my pussy, and his hands squeezing my ass build up my desire.

I imagine his long tattooed finger going inside of me deep, his other hand grabbing a boob, and his cock going in after followed by his raspy voice moaning in my ears. I would allow him to fuck me any way he wants as long as he whispered dirty things to me and releases himself to me with no restraint.

Even if he asked for my ass, I would gladly give it to him. I would be happy becoming a whore for this man in exchange for daily or hourly doses of his vitamin D.

My body quakes as I raise the intensity on my clit a little higher. My intensity building up as I put in another two digits of my other hand into my pussy hole. The sounds I make are dirty and loud as my mind drifts off to another scene, closing my eyes.

Dimitri rails behind me from behind as he forces me to bend over, his strong thighs hopefully not having much pubic hair parted while his huge dick penetrates me.

His tattooed fingers pull my hair up before grabbing my chin, and squeezing which forces me to look back at him ramming into me. He takes that opportunity to slam his lips on mine, his tongue piercing grazing my lips like it would graze my clit.

Dimitri moans my name in a sexy bedroom voice I have heard him innocently use once or twice before. His dick glides inside of me deeper, as he presses me to the wall, my boobs touching the cold tiles.

"That's it. Good girl, you are taking me well." He says into my ear before licking it.

My fingers move in time with his thrusts, and I rub my clit like he does in my fantasy world. His hands are bigger, rougher than mine, so I rub my clit faster and harder, quivering as my orgasm builds up before continuing my scene.

"Fuck me, Daddy"

"Yeah, baby. Daddy is fucking you well."

Wait. What? My eyes open immediately. Did I just call him Daddy? I stop touching myself, denying myself of the release I crave. My breathing ragged as the realization of what the fuck was I doing sends a cold chill over me.