by Caisey Quinn
Her eyes gleamed under the exposed bulbs strung overhead. “Hm, maybe we shouldn’t tell him then.”
I nodded. “Good thinking.”
She sipped her water. Something else was weighing on her. I saw it when she left my classroom earlier today. She hadn’t made much eye contact since.
“Something else bothering you? Not happy about finally becoming a legal adult? Because I gotta tell you, I’m pretty thrilled.”
Not that engaging in a sexual relationship with my eighteen-year-old student was much better than a seventeen-year-old student, but it felt less wrong somehow.
He chest heaved as she inhaled deeply. “Today…what we did…” She trailed off, glancing at the handful of patrons scattered around us.
“Was super hot, but dangerous,” I finished for her quietly.
“Yeah,” she admitted. “And it made me feel…I don’t know. Kind of slutty, I think. Like you gave me a gift card and I gave you a blow job.”
I reached across the table and palmed her gorgeous face. “It wasn’t like that. The gift card was a birthday present. I didn’t want or expect anything in return. What we did in my classroom reflects my severe lack of self-control when it comes to you and nothing else.”
A wave of guilt washed over me. I hated that I’d allowed anything to happen that made her feel this way.
She nodded subtly. “And mine. I wanted it, Aiden. Badly. Maybe it’s just the newness of it all. I’ve never been a rule breaker of any kind. I wanted it to happen, just like it did. Except maybe without Mr. Farmer barging in. But for some reason, I left feeling ashamed.”
“I’m the one who should be ashamed of myself.” I dropped my hand from her face and laid it on hers in the middle of the table. “I will do better at school. We’ll be more careful and keep it out of the classroom.”
“The pit might be little safer,” she offered.
Nothing we did at school would ever be safe. But I wasn’t ready to declare that here and now and risk losing what small piece of her I had. “I wish we had more time for nights like this.”
Her face took on a dreamy expression as she glanced around, admiring the ambiance. “Me too. Between Ethan’s baseball schedule and the coffee shop and the museum, it feels like I barely have time to breathe.”
I gave her hand a squeeze. She linked her fingers with mine.
“If I wasn’t coaching hockey, I’d be more available.” I could quit. I was about to offer to do just that.
She shrugged. “For what? The only nights I have off I’m taking Ethan to and from baseball practice. It’s not like you can come sit with me. There are moms there who know who I am. It’s a small town. I’m willing to bet they’ve already heard about the hot new history teacher.”
A blush brightened her face, sending a heat flare through me as well.
“The hot new history teacher is only interested in you, Emersyn. So they’re out of luck.”
Our food arrived, her pasta and my scallops. She moaned seductively after her first bite. I felt her pleasure down to my groin.
“You like?”
Hey eyes shone like diamonds. Pleasing her pleased me in a way I’d never experienced.
“So good,” she gushed after she’d swallowed. “Aiden, this is amazing. You have to try it.”
She fed me a forkful. It was pretty damn good. I was proud of myself. I’d only been here once for a hockey team celebratory dinner a few years ago. I was glad she was enjoying herself. She didn’t get to often enough.
When she fed me another bite, I leaned forward and kissed her wrist.
“I don’t know when or how, but I promise, some day, we are going to have more time for nights like these. Nights for your pleasure and nothing else.”
“And what about your pleasure?”
“That’s dessert, sweetheart.”
The meal was incredible, surpassed only by watching her indulge in the chocolate lasagna I convinced her to order for dessert.
We’d talked about everything from our childhoods to our current jobs, even doing our best impressions of our professors at Southeastern.
I purposely avoided the interstate on the drive home, making our trip and our conversation last as long as possible.
“If you could have anything in the world right now, what would it be?” I asked her.
“Just one thing?”
I shrugged. “As many things as you want. Make me a list.”
“A cure for Lupus. Something to make Ethan take his algebra homework more seriously. And an art studio where I could work anytime, day or night.”
I couldn’t do much about the first two items on her list, but I had some thoughts about the third one.
“What about you?”
I shifted my eyes from the road to glance at her. “What about me?”
“Tell me what you want more than anything.”
I’d opened the door to this topic. I owed her an honest answer. Steering with my left hand, I reached for her hand with my right, pulled it to my mouth and place my lips on her skin.
“You.”
She sucked in an audible breath. “You mean that? I’m really what you want more than anything?”
I nodded, still holding her hand. “I’ve never been a relationship kind of guy. Hockey has always come first. Now…” I shrugged. “If you told me I could have you if I gave up playing…I’d quit tomorrow.”
That was a lie.
I’d quit tonight.
I wanted her tonight. I wanted to take her to my place and strip her bare and show her how deep my feelings for her ran.
But after what she’d said about feeling ashamed, I wanted her to know there was more to this than sex and hot blowjobs.
I mean, damn, I loved those things. I loved getting to be myself with her, holding nothing back. But I would crawl naked over hot coals before I did something to make her feel ashamed again.
I did have to make a pit stop at my place, though.
When we pulled into my driveway, I dug deep for every ounce of self-control I possessed.
“I’ll just run in and grab it. I’ll be quick,” I told her. What I needed was in my bedroom and if she came inside, if I got her all to myself in private, we wouldn’t come out until the sun came up.
Her eyes cast downward and I could tell she was a little wounded at not being invited inside.
“It’s the last part of your birthday present. I want you to have it, but I don’t want you to leave here feeling ashamed.”
I got out of the Jeep before I said something stupid like “Come inside just for a minute.”
Thankfully Axel wasn’t home and I was able to get in, get what I needed, and get back to her quickly.
When I returned, a song called Ruin was on the radio and she was staring out the window toward the Airstream.
“Summer seems like a lifetime ago,” she said softly.
The energy between us was charged with a cocktail of emotions in the darkness. I couldn’t quite identify all the ingredients, but longing and lust were heavy in the air.
“I dream about it sometimes,” I confessed, thinking of the many nights I woke up sweating, thinking she was there, warm legs tangled between mine, sweet breath against my skin. Waking up was hell, learning heaven had been a figment of my imagination.
I handed her the small shirt box I’d placed her gift in.
She peered over at me. “Can I open it now?”
I nodded. “It’s yours now. You can open it whenever you like.”
Her fingers pried the lid open gingerly.
She grinned back at me as soon as she recognized it. “Your lucky jersey,” she gushed. “I was so upset when I realized I’d forgotten it. I wanted to sleep in it.”
My name was on the back. Knowing my name would be on her in some capacity made my ego and my dick swell.
I try to tamp them both down with my mind.
“I wanted you to have it.”
I reversed into the street and followed the now familiar
roads to Elksboro. We arrived at her house entirely too soon.
She still held the jersey in her hands like a child’s emotional support blanket.
“Can I walk you to the door?”
She glanced around the darkened neighborhood. A few porch lights were on. Some guys played basketball in a driveway at the end of the cul-de-sac.
“Kelsey Atwell lives in this neighborhood. It’s probably not a great idea.” Her face betrayed her sadness. I didn’t want her night to end on a sad note. “We should say goodnight in here where no one can see.”
“Goodnight, Emersyn,” I said quietly.
She bit one side of her lower lip. “Goodnight, Aiden.”
She didn’t make a move to get out, just kept her need-filled gaze locked on mine.
I regretted not inviting her into my house down to my bones.
Leaning over, I kissed her tenderly, slowly, on her delictable mouth. It was supposed to be a romantic gesture, but it turned heated before I could reign it in. Her hands dropped the jersey in her seat and reached for me.
I angled my body so I could get as close to her as possible, but it still wasn’t close enough.
Before I knew what was happened, she was battling the gear shift to crawl over into my lap.
Fuck yeah.
Her hair hung down as she straddled my lap. I undid the buttons on her romper, wishing like hell I knew how to get the damn thing off easily.
I pulled her black strapless bra down to free her perfect round tits. Burying my face in her breasts brought sweet sounds from her lips. Sighs and moans and mewling noises filled the air as I licked and suckled her pale pink nipples. When I grazed one with my teeth, she rocked her hips hard against me.
“Tell me what you want more than anything,” I demanded.
“You,” she cried out. “Please.”
“Please what, pretty girl?”
“Please fuck me. Now.”
I gripped her chin with my hand, stilling her. “Nothing would make me happier. But I want to be sure you want this. No feeling ashamed. Promise me.”
She nodded adamantly. “I promise. I don’t know what my deal was today. Whatever it was, I’m over it. I swear.”
I grinned wickedly in the darkness. “You’re a good girl who did a dirty, sordid deed today, Emersyn. It made you feel dirty. You aren’t used to it. But trust me, you will think about it. Later. Alone. When you touch your pretty little pussy. And in my class. When I’m teaching and you can’t concentrate because you want to be spread wide on my desk or on your knees for me.”
She began grinding herself against my erection straining between us.
“I want you inside me, Aiden,” she panted. “It hurts. I need it. Please.”
Our breathing had fogged the windows enough that, even if someone came along, in the middle of the night, all they’d know for sure was that we were in here breathing.
“Is that your official birthday wish?” Our eyes collided in the hurricane of uncontrollable lust and marrow-deep need swirling between us.
She nodded. Her hard nipples brushed against me over and over as she rode, drying humping me into oblivion.
“Get that fucking outfit off,” I ordered, using the lever to lean my seat back as far as it could go. The steering wheel would dig into her back otherwise.
She pulled her arms out of it and slid it expertly down her body despite the lack of space. I yanked my shirt off and undid my pants, thanking the gods of vehicular sex that I hadn’t remembered to put on a belt today.
She held herself up as I shoved my pants and boxer briefs into the floorboard.
Our clothes were discarded and forgotten as she righted herself above me.
Her slick, scorching cunt slid up and down my rigid length. I growled like a dangerous animal, gripping my cock and positioning it at her entrance.
“Sit down, sweetheart,” I commanded. “Like a good girl.”
Her body arched backward as she lowered herself slowly onto my shaft.
“Fucking Christ,” I bit out. “You’re so damn tight.”
Her pussy clenched as if thanking me for the compliment.
My mouth met hers as she began to move above me. It was going to take nerves of fucking steel not to explode inside her.
Condom.
It hit me as an afterthought.
We’d done this once before, her first time. But I’d been caught off guard in the middle of the night. This time I had no excuse.
It was too late now. She was lost in her pleasure and I was close behind. I’d have to pull out when the time came.
I gripped her hips and slowed her pace a little, brining her down fully on me so I could hit her G-spot at the perfect angle.
She made beautiful music, moaning and whimpering and breathing hard. A thin sheen of sweat covered both of our bodies as we climbed the mountain of pleasure together.
I took her breasts in my mouth every chance I got, using my hands to alternate squeezing her hips and her ass cheeks.
“I’m going to come,” she cried out, slamming down on my cock and staying there, only moving just enough to rub her swollen clit against me.
“Come, sweet girl. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
Her body seized, clamping down on me and tightening until I couldn’t breathe.
My own release caught me by surprise, a response to her aggressive milking cunt.
“Fuck, Emersyn. Fuck,” I said urgently. “I have to pull out. I’m about to come inside you, baby.”
She pressed her hips down harder. “On the pill. Went on it after the last time we were together,” she breathed. “Come, Aiden.”
On her command, my body let go without my permission.
Liquid fire from my cock filled her in a white hot burst. Maybe she was still coming or maybe my release had provoked another orgasm, I didn’t know, but her body was relentless. Squeezing me like a pumping fist over and over, pulling every drop of ecstasy from me.
When it was over, she laid on my chest, damp and drained.
I stroked her hair, wishing like hell we were in my bed and never had to leave.
“This is what I needed,” she said softly in the darkened interior of my Jeep. “After what happened at school, I needed this.”
“Aftercare,” I mumbled against her forehead. “You needed me to hold you and tell you what a good job you did and how much I appreciated it.”
She nodded silently.
“I’ll make a note of it, baby. I’ll make sure we always make time for it after.”
The brazen wanton woman who’d just rode my cock like a prized pony was now a vulnerable little girl curled up in my lap.
It was me who now felt dirty and ashamed. Like the pervy teacher seducing his student into doing dirty things. But like her, I didn’t feel guilty enough to stop.
13
Emersyn
Sitting in Aiden’s class the next morning was torture. The memories of what we’d done the night before assaulted my mind all period. We had a test over the branches of government so it was quiet, meaning I couldn’t keep my eyes of him.
I could tell by the quirk of his lips as he graded essays at his desk, that he was thinking about last night, too.
I squirmed in my chair, pressing my thighs together, but the hard metal seat offered little relief.
When I caught him watching me, I used the hand I wasn’t writing with to apply pressure between my legs.
It helped a little. But when I finished my test and looked up his fevered stare was burning a hole through me. The painful throbbing started all over again.
It was forbidden and wrong and dangerous.
And heaven help me, I couldn’t stop wanting more.
I chewed the cap of my pen, crossed my legs and tried to behave, but it was like having to pee badly only worse because this wasn’t something I could take care on my own in a few second in the ladies room.
I needed him. His touch, his mouth, his thick hard—
“Eme
rsyn,” he barked, startling me to death. “Have you finished your test? Can you run this to the office for me?”
I jumped, ignored the odd looks from people around me. Nodding, I lifted the test I’d completed and stood.
My breathing was coming in gasps as I walked to his desk. I handed over my test and he handed me a folded piece of paper.
“Thank you,” he said curtly before telling the class they only had five minutes left to finish.
I exited hastily, making my way to the girls’ restroom and looking at the piece of paper only once I was free from prying eyes.
You’re killing me. Meet me in the pit next period.
A sticky note was attached, my pass for second period telling my teacher I had a history test to finish.
We definitely had unfinished business. The quickie in his Jeep had been amazing, but I had laid in bed all night needing more of him.
Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I could see why he was struggling.
I looked similar to how I had when we’d finished last night. Bright eyes gleaming, messy freshly fucked hair, a thin sheen of sweat above my upper lip.
I splashed a little water on my face before stepping into a stall to freshen up a bit.
I didn’t know what was going to happen in the pit, but every cell in my body was electrified just thinking about it.
14
Aiden
She was waiting for me when I arrived in the back stairwell. I jogged down the steps to the pit where she stood, leaning on the railing looking like a wet dream.
“You were struggling to sit still in class, Miss Tyler,” I observed. “What should we do about that?”
Her gold and navy striped v-neck top allowed me a peek of her heaving cleavage as she inhaled. “I don’t know, Mr. Singleton. I’m having trouble staying focused.”
It was a dirty, dangerous game we were playing, but we were technically both consenting adults now.
No risk, no reward.
“Maybe we can take care of whatever is distracting you,” I offered, taking another step in her direction. Her cutoff blue jean skirt provided easy access to exactly what we both needed. “I went home hungry last night,” I told her, moving close enough to touch.
