Inflame (Explosive) (7 page)

D
IDN’T EVEN
fill a fucking bubble. I want to laugh at her, loving how much she’s fulfilling my teacher fantasy, but not a single bubble? I know it’s not exactly a hole, but shouldn’t the clit count for at least five points? I’ve received A pluses with all my clit play, and I’ll be damned if Lucy Dawson hurts my perfect record.

I’m not sure where she thinks she’s going, so I follow her down the hall. Finding her in my kitchen, I watch as she rummages through my refrigerator just making herself at home. She’s bent over, and I can see her ass sticking out. My cock spasms at the memory of feeling her bare pussy under that sexy-as-hell skirt.

“What are you doing, Lucy?” I ask, reverting back to normal, knowing we might as well get to know each other a little before jumping right into the sack. Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about come and dump, but something about Lucy lets me know that she’s worthy of a little more than that. She’s sassy, sweet, sarcastic. Exactly the kind of chick I like to hang out with.

She almost breaks my heart when she stands up, her skirt covering her sweet ass. “Well, I’m assuming we’re not going out, and I just worked my ass off dancing to Latin songs in my living room. My stomach’s about to eat itself, and I assure you, that won’t be a pleasant experience. Therefore, I’m raiding your fridge, seeing what I can make.”

To be honest, I planned on us going out to grab a bite to eat before hitting the sheets, but when she showed up on my porch wearing that sexy outfit, I knew there was no way I was taking her out in public.

“We’ll order takeout,” I tell her, keeping it plain and simple.

“Maybe I don’t want takeout,” she replies, challenging me. She places a small hand on her hip, jutting it out, waiting for me to respond. I can see the cute, brown freckle on the tip of her nose, and she bites her lower lip as she tries to suppress a grin.

“Maybe you’re in my home and we’ll do what I damn well please,” I growl, trying to gauge just how far I can push her buttons.

Her eyes grow wide, and I don’t miss the way she shifts and clamps her thighs together. Oh yeah, Ms. Lucy Dawson seems to love a little bit of ordering around. This could be fun.

After crossing the kitchen, I grip her hips, pushing her back until she’s pressed up against the counter. Her wet, pink tongue darts out of her mouth as she licks her lips. It takes every ounce of strength not to lean down and caress it with my own. When she tried to pry my lips open earlier, I didn’t allow it, knowing that I should at least feed her before throwing her into my bed. If I’d let her deepen the kiss, all bets would’ve been off, so instead, I’ve been rocking a hard dick for the last five minutes. Her eyes haven’t moved from mine, and I know she’s waiting to see what I’m going to do. In the end, I surprise her by doing nothing.

I let the moment pass and head to the freezer, pulling out a bottle of cinnamon whiskey. Lucy watches as I grab two double shot glasses, filling each to the brim. When I hand one to her, she cocks an eyebrow at me.

“You know there’s no need to liquor me up, Kale. We’re both adults here, and well, my coming over here dressed like this? Pretty much means I’m a sure thing.”

Shaking my head, I’m beginning to realize she’s not one to hold back. I like that in a woman. I’ve never been a mind reader, and it’s refreshing to have someone be boldly honest.

“As much as I’d love to take advantage of a sexy teacher, I’m not trying to liquor you up. Scout’s honor.”

She eyes me suspiciously when she sees that I can’t figure out the proper Scout’s salute. “Why do I find it hard to believe that you were ever a Boy Scout?”

I grin back at her and shrug. “Boy Scouts, badass Army soldier? Either way, I promise. I just want to toast. To new friendships.”

A wicked smile crosses her lips, and I want to kiss it right off her face. “Friendships, eh? Okay, Kale. To new…umm, friendships.”

She raises her glass, and we clink them together, the chime sounding loudly in the otherwise silent room. We watch each other as we down our shots, and she winces at the burn rolling down her throat. I grab both glasses and set them on the kitchen counter, enjoying the same burning sensation in my chest as the whiskey flows through me. I meant what I said. I’m not trying to liquor her up by any means, but in my experience, a little bit of alcohol can take the edge off a one-night stand. My stomach grumbles, and I decide to get back to the matter at hand.

“You want to cook?”

She looks like she’s trying to figure out what to say, and I’m waiting for her to say yes, despite my earlier command. Instead, she shakes her head then shrugs. “I’m in your home. We’ll do what you want. But tit for tat, Kale. Same rules apply when you’re in mine.”

Grinning, I move away to grab the pile of takeout menus off the top of the refrigerator. “So you’re expecting that I’ll be visiting your place, are you, Lucy?” I tease.

Her eyes sweep over my body, and once again, my cock strains against my jeans as she licks her lips. “That remains to be determined. We’ll see how good you are at…filling in those bubbles,” she says, shooting me a sexy wink.

If it weren’t for the fact that she’s Lily’s teacher—and that she seems like a chick I can see myself being friends with—I’d throw her over my shoulder and slip into her hot, drenched pussy, fucking her relentlessly as I call her Ms. Dawson.

Instead, I just shake my head, muttering, “Always hated those fucking Scantrons,” and she cracks up laughing. I turn to glare at her, and she gives me a seductive smile.

“Really? Why’s that, Kale? Did it take too much work filling in that one little bubble?” she purrs, causing me to drop the menus. It’s obvious she’s not going to let this go until I prove it. What Lucy Dawson is about to find out is that I can fill in A, B, C, D, and fucking E.

As I stalk towards her, she stands her ground, lifting her chin as if she’s challenging me to finally take this test. When I reach her, my hand comes up to cup her jaw and I lean down, pressing my lips against hers. She wraps her arms around my neck. As she pushes her hips into my groin, I feel her tongue against my lips, and this time, I part them, darting mine out to meet hers. It’s like an explosion of lust the moment they touch, and suddenly I’m lifting her up into my arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist.

With my hands now firmly planted under her skirt on her bare ass, our kissing continues, and I can feel Lucy’s hips moving, trying to get a little friction against me. I slide one hand up towards her pussy, letting a finger give her one long stroke. She moans against my mouth, and I immediately start walking towards the bedroom, hoping to God I don’t crash us into any walls. I should pull away, making sure that we get there in one piece, but her tongue’s tangling with mine as if she’s trying to do that damn cherry knot trick, and I can’t bring myself to stop her.

We make it to my bedroom with only one minor mishap that has me stopping our kisses, but the way she pulls my hair when I start to remove myself from her lips has me crashing them back down on hers. I’m about to drop her down on the bed when she finally tears herself away, leaning back and looking at me. Her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is ragged. I can’t help that my eyes travel south to where her chest is heaving, and I watch as her breasts rise and fall with every breath.

“Kale, I don’t—” she says, but I decide to cut her off, having heard this same speech before. The thing is, I don’t care. Past is the past, and all I care about right now is getting between her legs, her writhing on the bed, unable to get enough.

Leaning in, I capture her lips with mine, effectively shutting her up. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I know, I know. You don’t normally do this. I’ll let you be a bad girl tonight. Your secret’s safe with me,” I tell her in between kisses, and I’m taken aback when she pulls away from me and grabs my face with both of her hands.

She glares at me, and I can’t tell if it’s mocking or not. “Fuck you, Kale.” I’m about to say, “Please do,” but she keeps going. “I’m no innocent little good girl. That’s
not
where I was going. What I was going to say, before you so rudely interrupted me, was that I don’t have sex without a condom. You know, just putting it out there before we get in over our heads here,” she informs me with a smirk.

You know those moments where you think,
Where have you been all my life?
This could’ve been one of those. Lucy Dawson is unapologetically sexual, and I can already tell I’m going to have a hard time getting enough.

“All right then, bad girl. You have nothing to worry about. I always wrap it up. Even if I’m
in over my head
, a condom always covers
that one,
” I say, repeating her words.

Apparently done with the conversation, Lucy loosens her legs and slides down my body. When she lifts my t-shirt, I allow her to slide it up until she can’t reach anymore. Grabbing the hem, I pull my shirt up over my head and toss it on the ground. Lucy’s hands are placed firmly on my chest, and she slides them down as she feels my muscular torso. Just like they did when she checked me out for the first time, her eyes take in every single inch of my bare skin as her hands trace over every hard ridge.

“Impressive,” she tells me, her eyes reaching mine, looking appreciative of the sight before her.

When her hand comes to the waistband of my jeans, her fingers make quick work of unbuttoning them. She slides the zipper down, and I inhale sharply when her small hand slips into my boxer briefs and she grips my erection.

She looks up at me, a playful smile crossing her lips. “Just checking to make sure there wasn’t some unforeseen reason why you’re so opposed to those Scantrons. But now I see the problem. You don’t exactly have the right equipment.”

The hell I don’t.
I grab her other hand and bring it to the outside of my jeans, forcing her to feel all of me with both hands. “Not sure what kind of equipment you’ve been experimenting with, Lucy, but I guarantee I have more than enough to fill in every single fucking bubble.”

She takes her hand out of my boxers and slides it around my back, pulling my ass into her. My hard dick’s pressed against her waist, and she looks up at me. “Exactly, Montgomery. Those ‘fucking Scantrons’ only work with pencil, and well, you definitely don’t qualify.”

I shake my head as I realize what she’s saying, and I’m pretty sure my cock swells, knowing it just got a pretty damn good compliment. This innuendo is turning me on, and I’m more than ready to be inside her.

Her hands come back around my waist and push my jeans down. I step out of them when they land at my feet. I’m left in nothing but my black boxer briefs and looking at Lucy, who is still completely dressed, sexy as hell in her dirty schoolteacher outfit. I’m happy as hell she came prepared sans panties. I want to bend her over and fuck her while she’s still in that skirt and those boots, and she’s already done her part in giving me easy access.

She takes a step back, and her eyes rake over me. As she sucks in her bottom lip, she eyes me approvingly. As sexy as I find her in that outfit, I want to see a little more skin, so I close the distance between us. Bringing my hands up to her top, I watch her eyes as I slowly unfasten each button, more than ready to see her bare skin. After I push the shirt off her shoulders, it falls to the floor. I’m slightly disappointed when I see a black lacy tank top still covering her. It doesn’t matter. It’s just one more layer to enjoy peeling off.

My hands move to her tiny waist, and I slip them beneath the thin material. My thumbs rub the skin on her back, but apparently Ms. Dawson’s feeling impatient, because she brings her own hands up and quickly removes the tank top. My eyes falls to the black lacy bra that barely contains her breasts.

As I watch them rise and fall with each anticipating breath, my hands slide up her back until they reach the clasp of her bra, undoing it with one flick. I use one hand to pull it off her and nearly groan watching as I uncover her perky tits. I can’t wait to get my hands, my mouth, my teeth on her hard, pink nipples, but apparently she has other plans. Lucy’s hands move to the waistband of her skirt, and she hooks her thumbs in preparation to take it off. I stop her.

“Leave it, Ms. Dawson,” I request, still wanting her to stay in the skirt and boots so I can continue this naughty-teacher scenario.

Her eyes darken with lust at my request, and she does as I’ve asked. I tighten my grip around her so our bare chests are touching skin to skin. Wrapping a hand up in her hair, I bring my lips down to hers again, kissing her hungrily. The feel of her pebbled nipples against my chest has my dick roaring, ready to make my exploration of her body. Her hands stroke my back until they fall to my ass, and her hands slide into my boxers, her fingers gripping me.

“Time for you to lose these,” she whispers against my lips.

Pushing her back towards the bed, I don’t stop until her legs hit the edge of it. “We’ve got time, baby,” I tell her, but I know I’m equally as eager as she is.

She falls on the bed and scoots back, letting me take in the whole sight of her lying nearly naked on my sheets. I’m still standing on the edge of the bed, mesmerized as I take in every single inch. As much as I want to screw her in her getup, I want her naked even more. Moving to take off one of her boots, I barely get the zipper down before she pulls it away.

“Kale, we do have time. We’ve got all night to do whatever dirty things your dick desires. Right now though? I want you to fuck me. Hard, fast, not stopping until I come.”

Who am I to say no to a request like that? I release her leg and decide that I’m going to do exactly what she wants. She watches as I remove my boxers, her eyes not making it a secret that she likes what she sees. Getting up on all fours, she crawls towards me. Before I realize what she’s doing, she licks the top of my cock, causing it to twitch at the contact. A hand comes up to grip my ass as she takes my dick into her mouth, first sucking on the head, then continuing on until she reaches the base. Sucking for a few seconds, she slowly slides back up to the tip. She looks up at me, and our eyes lock. It takes everything in me not to grip her hair, forcing her to take more of me again.