Page 6 of Bad Teacher
We’re completely drenched. In water, in sweat, in the juices tracking down the inside of her thighs. The scent of her desire mixes with the ones of cut grass, fresh soil, and sunshine, and I don’t think I’ve ever smelled anything better.
“I’m close, I’m so close.”
Popping off her nipple, I lift my head. Her eyes are closed, face lifted to the sun, cheeks flushed, blond hair plastered in streaks on her face. She’s a fucking goddess. Always has been. Whether she’s wild like this or all buttoned up and proper. Both sides of her turn me on like noone else.
“Look at me, Miriam.” When her lust-hazy eyes settle on me, I reiterate this afternoon’s lesson. “Who’s fucking you right now?”
“You are.”
“What’s my name?”
“Devin.”
I tighten my arm around her and start jacking my hand faster and faster inside her. “And who’s about to make you come so hard your legs are already shaking?”
“D-Devin!”
Miriam’s mouth falls open on a soundless scream as her pussy walls begin to clench and pulse around my fingers. A new rush of warmth bathes my hand, and it takes all my control not to flip her onto her back and drive my aching cock inside of her. “Fuck, you’re hotter when you come than I could’ve imagined. Ride it out, baby. Slow it down for me. Atta girl.”
I don’t know why I’m suddenly stroking the matted hair from her face and talking to her like I’m soothing a wild animal, but here we are. I decide not to analyze it and just enjoy the moment. Which is cut short when her neighbor’s dog barks on the other side of the fence.
Miriam yips in surprise and jumps off my lap as she quickly pulls her bikini into place and zips up her shorts. Then she speed walks toward the house. I need a few seconds to adjust my hard-on that’s being strangled by wet denim before I can get up, but I catch up to her just as she reaches the French doors of her kitchen and reach over her head to prevent her escape. She spins to face me, frustration written all over her post-orgasm-flushed face.
“Devin, I don’t want to talk about--”
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
Her gray eyes widen. “Are you out of your mind? You want us to be seen at a restaurant?”
Although it’s not what I meant, I have to admit, it stings to know she’s so appalled by the idea. But that’s just my ego talking. I don’t want to date my teacher. I have much more carnal things planned.
“Of course not,” I say with an easy smile. “I’ll cook for you and we can have dinner here, on the patio.”
She chews on her bottom lip and looks around as though expecting someone to catch us at any moment. But they won’t. We’re completely alone. Gently, I use a finger on her chin to bring her gaze back to mine.
“There’s nothing wrong with two people enjoying a dinner together, Miriam.” I love being able to use her name. I love the way it rolls off my tongue. But I also use it to tear down that student-teacher wall she keeps erecting between us.
“But it won’t be just a dinner, will it, Devin.”
A statement, not a question. She’s catching on. “No,” I answer gruffly. “It won’t be.”
“But you’re--”
I don’t let her finish; I don’t want to hear all the reasons why this can’t happen. Instead, I remind her exactly why it can and crush my mouth to hers. She opens for my invading tongue with a helpless moan that makes my semi-hard dick twitch against my leg. It’s crazy how fast I lose myself in this woman, how fast I consider chucking all my plans out the window to have her just this once in the heat of the moment.
But that’s the problem. It really would be “just this once.” I understand Miriam well enough to know she wouldn’t let it happen again if we get carried away now. We want the same thing, but she’s not ready to accept that. Yet.
Drawing on the control and patience that made me an all-star quarterback, I break our kiss, but keep the sexual tension at full volume. With one hand, I cup her neck, and let the other slowly trail down her body as I speak.
“Stop thinking of me as that huge kid who barely fit in those little-ass desks, that kid who gave you a hard time in class.” I dip my head lower and graze my lips over hers, retreating the second she leans in for more. “And start thinking of me as the man with a huge cock that will barely fit in your tight little pussy. The man who will fuck you so hard and so good, you forget that he was ever anything but that man.”
She whimpers as I slide my hand between her thighs to palm her possessively, reminding her of what I did and how I made her feel only a minute ago. I don’t even think she realizes that her legs squeeze together, trapping my hand in place.
“Okay,” she whispers. “I’ll have dinner with you.”
“Perfect.” I smile, then reach behind her to open the French door. “Dinner’s at nine, Miriam. Wear something nice.”
