by Bianca Cole
I open the door, and she’s standing there in a sexy dress that shows off her creamy thighs. “You look beautiful.” I smile at her.
She steps in, and the moment the door is closed, she wraps her around my neck. She kisses me and rocks against me, making me harder than nails.
I prize her lips from mine. “Baby, wait a moment.” I squeeze her hand. “Grab your bag, we’re going away,” I say, squeezing her hand.
Her brow furrows. “Going where? We can’t be seen together.”
I smile at her, nerves twisting my gut. “I’m going to take you away from the city,” I say, tightening my grip around her waist. “Somewhere no one knows us.” I pull her closer and kiss her lips softly. “Somewhere I can hold your hand and kiss you in public.”
She tenses in my grip. “How do you know we won’t be seen?”
“I’m taking you to a coastal retreat a couple of hours away. I’ve booked us a room for the weekend.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
I smile, despite my stomach twisting with nerves. What if she doesn’t want to go on a mini-break with me? “Yeah, if you want to—”
She launches herself into my arms, cutting me off mid-sentence. “It sounds perfect.” Then she pouts and glances at her carryall. “I didn’t bring beach clothes, though.”
I laugh. “We’ll get your some once we’re there.”
Her eyes light up. “I love shopping.”
I have a feeling this trip will cost me, but I don’t care. As long as Sasha is happy, that is all that matters to me. What the hell is happening to me? Normally, I steer away from taking a woman away on breaks. It leads to one thing—heartbreak. And, something tells me it will be my heartbreaking, not hers.
“Let’s go then,” I say, grabbing my bag and hers and shouldering them. “We want to get going sooner rather than later.”
She turns and walks out of my door. I can’t help but admire the way her hips sway as she waltzes down my steps and out toward my car. Every time I get a moment to admire her from behind, I can’t help myself.
I pop the trunk and put our bags in and then head around to the driver’s side, letting myself in. Sasha is already sat in the passenger’s seat, twiddling her thumbs in her lap. She looks like she belongs here, by my side, always.
I could get used to this.
I know how bad that notion is. Sasha is my student. She’s only twenty years old. She doesn’t want to be tied down to me. It makes my chest ache to think of her within anyone else. It makes me want to turn into a Neanderthal and club any man who goes near her. She’s mine. I was her first, and I want to be her last.
I turn the key to start the engine, and my heart skips a beat as Sasha’s hand entwines with mine in the center. She squeezes it and smiles at me, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
She nods, and I pull away from my house. I know how fucked I am, but I can’t bring myself to care, not with this stunning woman sat next to me.
* * *
I pull down the winding driveway of the fancy boutique hotel I booked, right on the clifftops overlooking the sea with a beach below. Sasha is fast asleep, her hand still entwined with mine. As I stare down at our hands, my chest clenches.
What the hell am I doing?
Sasha is my student. It seems somewhere along the line I forgot that, and now I know I’m falling for her–scratch that–I’ve fallen for her. I’ve fallen head over heels for my student. That notion alone should have me panicking and turning the car around, but I can’t help but smile.
We’ve been sleeping together for two weeks, but I think I knew the moment we started spending more time together that this wasn’t just sex. In fact, I knew the moment I set eyes on her that the consuming attraction I felt toward her wasn’t just about sex.
I pull into one of the parking spots outside the hotel and turn off the engine, trying to stop my crazy thoughts about how much I want to be with this girl.
I reach up to brush my finger against her cheek lightly, and her eyes flick open. “We’re here, baby.”
She smiles and glances around at the grounds of the hotel I’ve brought her too. It cost more than I could afford as a professor, but I wanted to treat her to something special.
Her eyes widen. “This place seems too fancy,” she says, sitting up straight in her chair.
“Only the best for you,” I reply, leaning over to press my lips against hers.
She links her hands behind my neck and moans as my tongue slips into her mouth. Something tells me it will be tough to even leave the hotel room much on this trip, but I want to. I want to spend time with her as a normal couple, even if we’re far from normal. I want to swim in the sea with her and kiss her on the beach.
I pull away and get out of the car, walking around to open her door.
She takes my hand, and I help her out. I watch her as she gazes at her surroundings. How did I get this lucky? It’s all I can think anytime I’m around her.
I grab our bags from the trunk and then head toward her, entwining my hand with hers as we step through the entrance to the hotel.
“Good Afternoon, sir. How can I help you today?” The lady behind the counter asks.
“I’d like to check-in. Logan Tanner.”
She glances between Sasha and me for a moment, her eyes narrowing, before turning her attention to the computer. “One room, is that correct?” She gives us another strange look.
“Yes, thank you.”
She makes a tutting noise and then continues typing away at her computer. Her face scrunched up in disgust.
I wonder if our age difference is really that noticeable. I mean sure, Sasha is twenty years old, and I’m thirty-three. It’s an age gap but not a huge one.
Sasha squeezes my hand and smiles at me in a way that chases away any doubts. I’m exactly where I should be–by her side.
The woman gets the key cards ready and passes them over to me. “Room 504 on the top floor.”
“Thank you,” I say, grabbing the keys and settling a hand on Sasha’s waist as I steer her toward the elevator.
I keep my hand on her waist as the elevator carries us to the expensive suite I booked. Sasha stands in front of me, worrying her lip between her teeth. I want to know what she is thinking. Does she realize how I feel about her? I wonder if this mini-break reveals the truth of my feelings to her. She’s more than just a fling or sex. Sasha is everything to me.
I spent some of my savings to book this place. It’s more than I could afford on my salary, but I want her to realize how much she means to me. I don’t care about anything but her.
What the hell am I doing? I’m going on a mini-break with my twenty-year-old student. I know how ridiculous all of this is rationally, but my heart is well and truly lost to this woman.
She sees this as nothing more than hot sex with her professor. That is all this is supposed to be. But, try telling my heart that. It’s like talking to a brick wall. If this thing between us were to stop, I can’t even think about how heartbroken I’d be.
I squeeze her waist and try to stop thinking about anything else but enjoying this weekend. “Come on,” I say, stepping out of the elevator with both our bags on my shoulder. I stop outside the room and swipe the key card in the door to open it.
Sasha gasps as she steps into the hotel room and glances around with wide eyes. “Holy shit. This cost too much.” I watch her as she walks toward the floor to ceiling window with a sliding door out onto a balcony with a hot tub—which I intend to use later—looking out over the azure sea. “Why did you book such a fancy place?”
I wrap my arms around her waist and presses my body against her back. “I wanted to treat you.” I kiss her neck lightly. “We’ve been hiding in my apartment or office, and I thought it would be a nice change.” I move my lips to her bare shoulder, and she shivers in my arms.
She moans as I cup her breasts in my hands through her top, and she arches her back toward
me, pressing her tight ass against my hard throbbing cock.
I groan and stop, spinning her around to face me. “If you keep doing that, we won’t leave this damn hotel room all weekend.”
She smirks up at me and cups my length through my pants. “Sounds good to me.”
I can’t help but growl as I crash my lips to hers, claiming her lips with mine. She moans loud, melting into me.
I growl, forcing myself away from her lips, tightening my grip on her hips. “Although I want to stay in here with you and do unspeakably dirty things to you, I brought you here so we could do things together outside of the confines of a room.”
She pouts at me. “But I want to do you.”
Fuck, this girl is going to be the end of me. I growl and kiss her again. “Later,” I murmur against her lips. “We’re going to buy you a sexy as sin swimsuit and head down to the beach.”
Her eyes flash with desire and playfulness. “Hmm, the beach sounds good. Perhaps we can do some skinny dipping.”
“Damn it, Sasha.” I kiss her one last time. “Stop teasing me.” I grab her hand and pull her toward the door, grabbing the key card and shoving it in my pocket. “We’re going to get a swimsuit from the hotel shop and straight to the beach. No more funny business.”
She breaks out into the cutest giggle I’ve ever heard as I force her out of the door. It’s ridiculous how hard it is to resist this sexy woman. It’s going to be very hard to spend the entire afternoon on the beach with her without fucking her. Maybe I can fuck her in the sea if it’s not crowded. The thought makes my cock swell and throb in my shorts.
16
Sasha
“Can you rub some sunscreen on my back?” I ask, twirling the bottle in front of him.
Logan sits up, abs rippling deliciously and drawing my eyes to them. He lets out a low growl as he grabs the bottle from me and shifts to get a better angle to apply the sunscreen. His hard length has been straining against his swim shorts the entire time we’ve been lying on the beach.
Luckily, there aren’t many people down here to notice. It’s peaceful as the waves lap against the shore and the wind rustles the leaves of the palm trees above us.
Logan rubs the sunscreen over my back, and his touch makes me moan.
“Sasha,” he says my name in a warning tone. “There’s no need to moan while I’m applying sunscreen to your back.”
I laugh. “There is when your hands are rubbing me like that.” I can feel him tense as he stops rubbing it on my back.
“I’m just rubbing sunscreen onto your back.” He continues to rub his rough, large hands over me, making me wetter with each caress.
I moan again, loud.
“That’s it, you’re a naughty girl, and you need punishing.” His arms wrap around my waist, and he lifts me into him.
I giggle. “What are you doing?”
“You’re getting punished, baby,” he groans into my ear.
A thrill of excitement shoots through me. My already soaking wet arousal gushes more.
He moves toward the Azure sea, carrying me in his strong arms.
I scream as he walks me into the sea, the cold water lapping at me. “It’s cold,” I say, shivering his arms.
“You asked for it.” He drops me to my feet, and I try to claw myself back into his warm arms. “It’s not that cold.” He wades out further, pulling me with him until our bodies are submerged in the water. I can hardly stand up.
I wrap my thighs around his hard waist.
“Don’t worry. I intend to warm you.” He kisses me hard, tangling his tongue with mine and making me moan. “You’re driving me fucking wild, Sasha,” he groans and grinds his hard length against my skimpily clad heat.
“Fuck me, sir.” I grind against him. “Fuck me right here in the sea. I need you.”
He growls. “You’re so dirty and naughty. You want me to fuck you here in public?”
I glance behind us toward the shore, chewing on my bottom lip. There are only a few people on the beach. They are too far away to see what we’re doing beneath the waves. “No one will see us out here,” I say, teasing my teeth against his bottom lip. “Please, sir.”
He growls and then bruises his lips hard against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs.
I melt into his hard, muscular body. Suddenly, the cold water doesn’t feel so cold, as he sends heat flooding and burning through my veins. I cling onto him in the water as he moves his hand under my bikini bottoms and slides his thick finger through my wet lips.
He groans against my neck. “You’re so wet from thinking about my cock all day.” He slides his finger into my tight wet folds, curling it to hit that spot that makes me scream. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming. People may not be able to see what we’re doing from the beach, but if I don’t keep it down, they will hear.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, Sasha.” He rubs his thumb across my clit, and I jolt, gazing into his sparkling blue eyes as he strums me into a frenzy.
“Please, Logan… I need to feel you inside me.”
He smirks. “Naughty girls don’t get what they want,” he teases, nipping at my ear.
Fuck.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been teasing him all day, but I want him–no, I need him. I need to feel him stretching me. It’s been too long since we last fucked, and I’m gagging for it.
“Naughty girls have to wait for what they want,” he groans against my neck, as he continues to plunge one finger in and out of me. It’s excruciating how slow he’s going. I need him now.
From the huge bulge in his shorts, he needs this as much as I do. I cup his length through his wet shorts, and he growls. “No touching.”
I whimper as he spins me around in the water and holds my back against his chest. “Fuck, Logan. I need you…”
He licks a path up the column of my neck. “I’m going to make you so desperate for my cock that you won’t know what to do with yourself,” he groans into my ear.
I try to grind back against him, but he holds me firm. His fingers return to my pussy, and he strokes the lips first, teasingly slow, skirting around my throbbing clit. I cry out as the desperate sensation for him is almost impossible to stand, but I can’t do anything.
“Have you ever heard that delayed gratification can be ten times better?” he whispers into my ear.
“No… I-I just need–”
He thrusts two fingers deep inside of me, stopping me mid-sentence. I buck against his fingers, trying to get them deeper inside of me. “I know what you need, baby girl, but you’ve been too fucking naughty to get it.”
I cry out, biting my bottom lip as he flicks his thumb over my clit. It’s a light, almost ghost of a touch, but it sends me right to the edge. My muscles clench hard around his fingers, but he stills, leaving me hanging on the edge.
“Fuck, baby, you are so responsive.” He kisses my neck. “But, you can’t come yet,” he growls.
Slowly, he continues to finger me painfully slowly and caress my clit, building the hot fiery pressure all over again. I can feel the fire burning, raging inside of me. If he doesn’t stop and fuck me soon, I will go insane. “Please, Logan… Please…”
“Tell me what you want,” He growls.
“I want–no–I need your big hard cock stretching my tight pussy right now. Please…” I’m begging my professor to fuck me in the damn sea, and I don’t care. I need him more than I’ve ever needed him.
I can feel him shift behind me, freeing his huge length. It settles between my thighs, throbbing as he rubs the head through my slit. I whimper as I feel his hot, cock withdraw and press between my ass cheeks. I arch my back toward him, desperate to feel him inside of me. He runs the swollen head down past my tight puckered hole and through my slick, wet lips again, teasing me with it.
“Please, Logan…” I moan, arching my back more to sink him inside of me.
My heart skips a beat as he turns
me around and then drives into me with one hard thrust.
“Fuck, Logan,” I scream, louder than I should have.
Neither of us gives a damn as he drives into me over and over again, holding both my ass cheeks. He growls as he removes one hand from my ass and reaches down to tease my throbbing, hard nub.
I cry out, bucking against him as he drives into me even harder, even faster. The sensitive nub between my thighs throbbing and hard against his finger. My body tenses as the pressure builds to unbearable. I’m on fire as every inch of his cock sinks in and out of me with each thrust.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy is so tight and wet.” He gazes into my eyes in a way that makes the pressure build more. The intensity and the feelings flooding me makes me want to laugh and cry.
It’s so strong, burning brightly inside of me. I love my professor. I think I’ve known it for a while now, but as he sinks his length into me wildly, bucking his hips hard and fast, staring into my eyes. I’ve never been so sure of anything else before.
I want him. Not just now, not just for a while, but forever. I know he won’t feel the same. He doesn’t want me not like that. What exists between us is hot sex with his student and nothing more. I push those thoughts out of my mind and lose myself to him. My lips descend on his hard, and I drag my hands through his thick, dark hair.
He thrusts into me harder and faster, making me shake with pure pleasure. The fire burning inside of me gets hotter and hotter as he lights up every pleasure center inside of me. White-hot pleasure cascades through my body as I tumble over the edge, exploding on his cock. He was right. The intensity is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He groans as he falls over the edge with me, pumping his hot thick cum deep inside of me, filling me up and marking me as his.
“Fuck, baby.” He groans as he finishes and slips his cock out of me. “You’re fucking amazing.” He captures my lips, making me moan. “And, so damn insatiable.” He laughs. He wraps his arms around me and swims with me closer in to shore.
