Bad Teacher (16 page)

It makes my stomach flutter.

Thomas picks up his fork and takes a few more bites before putting it down again. Then he looks at me, at my plate, my fork, and points. “Are you done?”

I nod, trying to act as normal as possible while my ass feels like it’s on fire.

“Then let’s get outta here.”

“But we haven’t had dessert yet.”

“Oh … I know.” He grins. “We’ll get to that part soon.” He casually waves at the waiter. “Bill please!”

Thomas

On the way back to my place, I grab her hand and place it on my dick. It instantly stiffens from her touch, and I guide her along the shaft until she gets the picture. “Don’t be gentle,” I say, licking my lips. “Get it nice and warmed up. When these pants come off, I want to be ready to bury myself deep inside you.”

She sucks in what seems like a sultry breath and licks her lips too. “You haven’t told me what we’re going to do yet …”

“You’ll know soon enough. I like the element of surprise, especially when I use it on a girl like you.”

“A girl like me? Tell me, what kind of girl am I?” she purrs, stroking me harder.

I grin as I hit the gas even harder. “Quirky. Insecure. Inexperienced. Willing. Needy. And above all … so damn sexy when you’re spunky.”

“Insecure? I think you have the wrong girl. Does it feel like I am?” She squeezes my length and then pulls down my zipper, taking out my cock from my underpants.

“Fuck … maybe I underestimated you.” I moan as she begins to rub me.

She smiles and spits into her hand, then slathers it all over my rock-hard cock. Fuck me. She’s jerking me off with both hands now, and I’m trying to drive.

“I might not have had a lot of boyfriends, but that doesn’t mean I never saw a dick. It also doesn’t mean I never did anything with them.”

“Who, boys?”

“Dicks.”

I laugh but then my laugh quickly subsides as she hits a sweet spot.

“Plus I’ve learned a thing or two from my horny roommate. That and porn.”

“What else have you learned from porn?” I ask, biting my lip. “Just curious.”

She raises a brow. “I’ll show you.”

She bends over and suddenly her head is between my legs. When her tongue touches my base, I almost explode.

“F-Fuck …” I try to hit the brakes because I’m going too fast after what she just did, but it’s fucking hard to use your leg when you’re being sucked off.

Her mouth is so soft and wet, and her tongue feels so good against my skin. I can tell from the way she’s licking me that she’s really getting into it. I’m honestly starting to think she’s done it before. Maybe not as virginal as she described.

“Not your first rodeo, is it?” I murmur.

“No, but don’t you deny you love it,” she says between sucks.

“Oh, I would never,” I moan. “Fuck, but you did lie a little about you being a virgin.”

“No cock in my pussy before you means I’m a virgin. At least, it does to me.”

“Funny,” I say. “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”

“Are you gonna let me suck you off, or are we gonna talk?” she asks, raising her head.

My brows furrow, and I place one hand on top of her head. “Suck. Talk later.”

She smiles as I push her head down onto my lap. Fuck, that feels good. So good, I don’t even care about the speed limit anymore. I’m a bad, bad teacher … and right now, I honestly don’t give a fuck.

I just want her.

That’s all.

When we reach my home, I park the car. She raises her head, exposing my saliva-covered dick, which bounces up and down from the sight of her red, swollen lips.

“We there already?”

“Yes,” I say, putting my cock back into my pants and zipping up again.

“Aw, I was just enjoying that.”

“Won’t be your last time either,” I say as I turn toward her. “Now … the papers.”

“Papers?” She looks confused. “Oh, right, you mean the doctor’s.” She rummages in her purse and takes out a paper, showing it to me. “Here.”

I take it from her hands and quickly scan through it. A smile slithers onto my face. Fuck yes.

“And you?”

“I’m clean,” I say. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

“Of course, I am,” she affirms.

“Good,” I say, handing her back the paper. “And since you are clean too, that means we can fuck like real rabbits.”

She grins, and I get out of the car and close the door. I walk around the car and open the door to help her out. Well, help, as in grabbing her hand and dragging her with me into my apartment building like the caveman I can sometimes be. It literally takes all my fucking effort not to grope her in the elevator, but I don’t want our sexcapades caught on tape, and since there’s a camera in this little tiny metal box we’re in … well, you get the picture.

Suffice to say, once we reach my door, I immediately smash my mouth into hers.

“Fuck, you sucked me so good. You almost made me come,” I groan into her mouth.

“Almost? More like damn-we-didn’t-have-enough-time.”

“I was on the verge of bursting multiple times. I would’ve come in your mouth if I wasn’t too busy trying to get us home alive.”

She laughs. “Right … I’m not that good.”

I bite my lip and press another soft, sensual kiss on the right side of her mouth. “It was so good. I’m going to make you do it again.”

“Now?”

“I already had other plans for you tonight, but now that I know how good you are with your tongue, I’m going to make you use it more often. And the next time, you won’t be the one deciding the pace.”

“Oh …” She grins, chuckling devilishly. “Continue …”

I lean in, grab her by the waist, and whisper into her ear, “Next time you suck me off, it’s going to be rough, and I might come in your throat, depending on whether I can choose between filling your mouth or your ass.”

She closes her eyes and she hisses; the sound so familiar it makes my cock twitch again. She makes that sound when her panties are soaked from just my words. The effect I have on her is amazing. We’re attuned to each other, like we can feel each other’s needs without even having to say a word.

Connected in a different way.

Connected, not just with sex … but something deeper.

But now is not the time to explore that.

My cock is too hard and eager, and the heat in her pussy is begging to be quenched.

My hand drifts to her dress, and I casually slide down her zipper, peeling away the dress. It falls down onto the floor, our eyes never ceasing contact. The silence between us is electrifying, so much so, that I immediately pull away the clip that keeps her bra in place and let it fall too. Her panties are gone within a few seconds too.

Without lowering my head, I let my eyes roam free across her body, taking in her perfect figure, with its dimples and blemishes, admiring each and every one of them.

From top to bottom and back again. Her face, framed by a bob cut, so sweet and innocent, with a smile that could warm even the most frozen of hearts.

A heart like mine.

I take a fistful of her hair and pull, forcing her head down as my lips smash to hers. I push and push until she goes to her knees, at which point our lips detach. Her tongue dips out to wet them, almost as if she’s begging for more without actually asking for it, and I oblige.

I reach down for her chin, tilt her head, and kiss her once more before turning away.

“Wait here,” I say.

She doesn’t even object.

The soundlessness of her non-existent protest is like music to my ears.

Even though just minutes ago we were having what seemed like an argument, it’s now turned into the greatest bliss there is.

Sex without repercussions. Sex without guilt.

Just sex.

And maybe a little bit of heart.

Just a tiny bit.

So tiny, it’s practically invisible.

And if anyone asks, I’ll deny it’s there … even though it is.

Hailey

I sit on my knees on his floor, awaiting his return. I don’t move from my spot. I don’t ask questions. I do what a good girl does … wait for her lover to return.

I don’t feel like I need to move or say anything. I’m content where I am now.

Well, apart from the buzzing in my ass, but now that I’ve felt it for so long, I’ve almost gotten used to it. Every jolt reminds me of him and how he steals my breath away.

I’m addicted to him.

Addicted to giving myself away to someone like him, someone I can feel in my heart I can trust.

Addicted to the power play.

The distraction.

The sex.

Because that’s all it is.

God, I’m a liar, but a good one too.

When I feel his hand on my shoulder, I melt a little.

He said I belonged to him. That he owned me. That I’m his.

And those words went straight to my head.

Made me so complacent and weak in the knees.

“Hands behind your back,” he says, and I do just that. Something soft and silky is tied around my wrists. “I’m going to put something over your eyes too. Don’t be alarmed.”

He holds a dark, purple scarf in front of my head, and brings it closer until it blocks out the light, binding it around my head. It smells like him, and I imagine him wearing this under a thick coat in the winter.

“Stand up,” he says, and I get up from my knees.

I hear him circle around me, a soft, leathery sound in the background. My ears focus on the sounds more now that I can’t see, and I can hear every breath he inhales and every thump of my heart in my throat.

His fingers twist around my neck, and a warm, wet kiss is placed on my collarbone. Then my neck. And another one just below my ear. “Are you mine?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper as his tongue dips out to lick my earlobe.

His hand suddenly cups my pussy, making me jolt. “Is this pussy mine and mine alone?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whimper as he rubs his fingers up and down.

He swats my pussy softly, but enough to make me squirm. “Spread your legs.”

I do what he says as I feel his hand drift up and down my body, toying with my senses. His lips disappear from my neck only to reappear on my nipples, nibbling and sucking gently. His fingers between my legs make me wet and weak in the knees.

“What will you do for me?” he asks.

“Anything you desire, Sir,” I respond.

I know it makes him hard.

And it makes me so goddamn wet when he does what he wants.

We’re a match made in heaven.

“Exactly.” He grasps my ass and smacks one cheek so hard my body almost tips forward. Just that single hand on my belly keeps me in place. “My ass. My pussy. My fucking girl,” he growls, making me wanna swoon.

Suddenly, his hands disappear, and then I feel his hot breath on my pussy lips. Next thing I know, his tongue is on my clit, swirling around, making me all hot and bothered. I struggle to stay standing and stop my legs from quaking. His mouth is just that good. He knows exactly what to do and where to go. How to get me to moan. How to get me to beg.

“Fuck …” I whimper.

“Fuck? Is that a question, Hailey?” he growls, slapping my ass, which only makes my body push into his mouth more. “Tell me.”

“Fuck, yes, please.”

“What? What do you want me to do to you?” he asks.

“Fuck me, please, Sir.”

“How?” His voice is stern but sexy.

“Anywhere, anyway. Just give it to me.”

“Hmm … with my tongue?” He sucks on my clit so hard it makes me moan out loud.

“Or with my finger?” He pushes a finger into my pussy, making me fully aware of the fact that the plug is still in my ass. It gives so much pleasure that I’m about to burst.

“Fuck, I wanna come so badly.”

His finger slips out, and his tongue disappears. “Not yet, Hailey.” I groan, and he slaps me again. “No growling at me. You’ll take whatever I give, and believe me, you’ll want that.”

He takes a fistful of my hair and pushes my head down while pulling his zipper down. I already know what’s gonna happen next.

“Open your mouth.”

I do what he says, and he shoves his cock into my mouth. “Get it nice and wet.”

Pre-cum coats my tongue as I struggle to lick him while he holds me. I try not to push back, but he can’t go too far either. I’m not used to this yet, although I’m really starting to like it. My clit keeps thumping every time I taste him, and it makes me wanna go all the way.

But then he pulls himself out of my mouth again. “On the floor.”

I sink to my knees, but he pushes my head down even further. “Lower. Head on the floor.”

My ass is high in the air in order to stay facedown on the floor, and I think that’s exactly what he wants. I can feel his hands slide across my body to my ass, where he positions himself.

“This might be a little uncomfortable … but you’ll love what comes next.”

He tugs at the plug, slowly pulling it out. It hurts a little, but when it’s out, I let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that hard.

“I’m going to fuck you now. No condom. No holds barred. First, I’m taking your pussy. Then your ass.” His hard-on pokes against my entrance. “And you’re going to like every fucking thrust I give you.”

I moan out loud when he enters my pussy from behind, not giving me a second to adjust. He immediately starts pounding into me, fucking me like a wild animal. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, but I can’t seem to pull it back in. I feel like a goddamn whore, wasted on lust, and I don’t give a damn.

He thrusts and thrusts until sweat drips down my back and my cheeks burn. My pussy clenches around his cock, desperate to come, desperate for more. When I’m at my limit and sucking in the breaths, he pulls out.

Only to squirt something cold and wet on my ass.

And then push his tip against my ass.

“Remember how the plug felt? This is the same, only different. Bigger. Fuller. Longer.” He pushes in, and I hold my breath. “Harder.”

A tiny cry escapes my mouth as he enters me, my hole feeling so tight around his thickness.

“Take it like a good girl, Hailey, and I’ll let you come. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir,” I moan, as he pushes in farther.

“Almost there …” He groans, his cock feeling so big inside me that it almost makes me think it won’t fit. When he reaches the base, his hand settles on my ass, and he says, “Good … Now, tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop, but don’t call out if it’s not needed. You’ll feel full, but it’ll feel good after a while, and then you’ll want nothing less, trust me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, taking in a small breath.

But it doesn’t prepare me for when he starts to move.

Slowly, he pulls out and pushes into me, my ass feeling like it’s being pounded, even though he moves so little. It feels just like the plug, only much bigger, and the sensation makes me feel like I could explode. That could also be my pussy, though, as the tension makes my clit thump even harder than before.

“Oh, your ass feels so good around my cock, Hailey.” He thrusts in and out, his fingers gripping my skin, nails digging in.

I bite my lip and move along with him as the pleasure increases. Soon, I’m used to the fullness of having him inside me, and I moan along with him. “F-Fuck …”

“Hmm … that good, huh?” he muses, and he grabs the tie around my wrists. “I should’ve claimed your ass sooner.”

He uses the tie as reins, slamming into me from behind so hard my face rubs along the carpet. I feel dirty, but I love every nasty second of it.

One of his fingers dives between my legs, and he starts toying with my pussy. “Oh damn, you’re so wet.” A growl-chuckle escapes from his mouth. “You filthy little girl. I’m gonna fill your ass to the brim with my cum.”

He flicks my clit until I’m panting, hot-feverish sweat dripping down my back as I’m dying to come. My whole body shakes with desire and need, and my brain has turned to mush.

“Come for me,” he growls. “Come. Now!”

His fingers and his voice are all I need to fall apart. Right there, with his cock buried deep inside me. My moan doesn’t even come close to his as he thrusts a final time. The warm gush of his seed spilling into me feels like bliss, and I come so hard from just the idea, I almost faint. That’s how good it is.

“Fuck …” He groans, shoving his length into me a few more times, his cum still shooting into my ass. The longer he goes on, the slower he goes, until he pulls out and his dick grows flaccid against my skin. My breath is ragged, and we’re both panting as he pulls at the tie and drags my body up toward his.

“God …” he murmurs, untying the cloth around my head. “You undo me.”

When the light reappears, I blink a couple of times, still dizzy from the roughness and sweet bliss.

He unties my wrists, and I almost collapse on the floor, but he holds me tight to his body.

“Steady …” he whispers in my ear, his hands wrapped around my waist. “You did so well.” I hear him sniff close to my hair, and then press a soft kiss against my neck.

I lean back into his embrace, tired and completely consumed by his lust.

He places one hand under my knee and the other under my armpit and lifts me as he stands up. I gasp, sucking in the much-needed air as he carries me into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I fucked you pretty roughly … And now, it’s time for me to take care of you.”

“Why?” I mutter, still a bit heady. “I can take care of myself. I know how a shower works.”

He places me under the showerhead and turns it on, letting the water stream down on us both. “I know you do, but just because you can doesn’t mean you should. Sometimes, you need to let yourself get pampered.”

I smile and shake my head as he grabs a bit of gel, rubs his hands together, and then starts lathering it all over my body.

“I can wash myself,” I say, looking him directly in the eye as his hands run over my breasts.

“I know. But I want to do this.” He grabs my wrist when I attempt to take the bottle from him. “Let
me
do this.”

His words shut me up all right.

Not because of the sternness in his voice but because of the underlying consideration.

He doesn’t just wanna fuck me until he’s satisfied. He’s gotten to a point where he wants to take care of me. Make me feel good.

I stop fighting him. Stop resisting his domineering behavior.

I stop because there’s no reason anymore.

No reason to deny the fact that I’m totally and utterly falling in love with this man.

This man … my professor. My teacher.

When we’re finished showering, he even dries me off with a towel, taking extra care to be gentle on my sore bits. He knows exactly where it hurts just by glancing at my face whenever he passes a certain spot. He’s diligent, almost as if he’s petting something precious to him, and I can’t help but smile at him each time he looks at me.

We go back into the living room, and I gather my clothes off the floor while he throws his in the washing bin. I attempt to put my clothes back on, but then I hear his voice right behind me. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” I say. “Putting on my clothes so I can go home. You don’t expect me to walk back naked, do you? That’d be cruel. I mean, I’ll do a lot of things for you, but my answer to that would be fuck you.”

He laughs and wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me in for a soft kiss right underneath my ear. “Relax. I’m not asking you to do anything … except stay.”

I suck in a breath.

Stay.

Did he just say that out loud or was I fantasizing?

He walks in front of me, grabbing my hand and guiding me toward his bedroom. I stumble behind him, feeling like a lost sheep as he takes me to his bed. I don’t refuse as he pulls me closer and sits down on his bed, pulling me onto his lap. All I can do is stare at his beautiful eyes as he pulls me down on the bed with him. My head rests on his chest and his hand on my back. Our naked bodies aligning, our breathing synchronized. The darkness and silence in the room take over, but it doesn’t make me feel alone or afraid.

I have the sound of his heartbeat filling me with warmth and his scent to keep me company, and at that moment, for just a few seconds, I don’t feel like we’re student and teacher anymore.

“What does this mean?” I ask, breaking the silence.

“What?”

“Us …”

He turns his head toward me, his fingers still gently thrumming my skin. “You mean us lying in bed together?”

I smile and trail my fingers along his chest. “That too … I mean, you’ve never invited me to stay.”

“Never?” He ponders it over. “Hmmm … Well, there’s a first time for everything.”