by J. L. Beck
I wanted more. I wanted everything.
All thought of consequences was pushed to the back of my mind and locked tight in a box with no key. I no longer cared about the job I didn’t even want.
Without breaking our kiss, I walked him backwards toward the blanket and pushed his shirt up. I needed to feel his scorching skin. We finally came up for air and he looked down at me with an expression I couldn’t place.
“I want you,” he said, his voice low as he looked around the field. “But not here.”
“We’re less likely to get caught here than if we go back.”
A flash of emotion crossed his face. “Right. We have to hide.”
Tension stretched between us like a string pulled tight, and I wanted to cut it; to be like we were only a moment ago. I took his hand and sat on the blanket, pulling him down with me.
“You knew the score,” I whispered as I pressed my lips to his and pushed him back. He hesitated before kissing me back with even more fire than before.
His muscles bunched and flexed as he helped me pull the shirt off over his head. His fingers were rough on my skin as he yanked my sweater off in a quick movement. I pressed my lips to his shoulder, tasting and nipping his sweet skin as he deftly unclasped my bra and threw it to the side.
A burst of cold air blew across the field, and I shivered as I used my hands to try to shield myself from Gabe. He clasped my wrists and brought them above my head.
“Don’t hide,” he said with a growl as his eyes swept over me.
My breasts rose and fell rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. Gabe released my arms and brought a hand down to palm my breast. He lowered his head to the other one.
I moaned and squirmed beneath him. He shifted to pin me with his legs to keep me still. His hands travelled down over my stomach and stopped just under the waistband of my jeans.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned.
His words sent a wave of warmth through me.
“Take your pants off,” I said.
I felt his lips curve up against my stomach as he kissed every bit of bare skin.
“A little bossy, aren’t you?” he asked, sitting up to do as he was told.
I pulled my pants down my legs, leaving my lacy white underwear in place.
“Boxers too.” I don’t know where my boldness was coming from, but the power I felt was intoxicating.
He obeyed, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His smiled slackened as he began to rub himself, and I’d never been more turned on. I scooted forward and put my hand on top of his. He removed his hand and I felt his hard length as I stroked slowly.
When a groan started deep in his chest, I felt empowered to keep going, knowing that I was in control.
He leaned forward to kiss me harshly as his breathing became choppy.
“Madison.”
“I never do this,” I whispered. “I barely know you, but I can’t seem to stop.”
He threw his head back and closed his eyes. “Ohhh.”
I leaned down boldly, wanting to taste him, to give him everything I could.
“You’re fulfilling every hot teacher fantasy I’ve ever had right now.”
My eyes flicked up to his hooded ones. “What did those hot teachers do in this fantasy? Did they take you in their mouths?” I gave his tip a brief kiss before lowering my voice. “Did they climb on top of you?” I crawled up his body, pushing him back as I straddled him, my underwear providing the final barrier. “Did she take you deep and ride you like it was the last thing she’d do?”
I leaned back. “At least I’m assuming it was a female teacher in these fantasies.” There was humor in my words, but a growl ripped from his throat and before I knew it, he’d flipped me onto my back and hovered over me.
“Gabe,” I breathed.
“It was you.” His words sent a jolt of heat through me. “I just didn’t know it at the time.”
His body pressed into mine, and his lips punctuated his words with a torturously slow kiss. I moaned as he scraped his teeth against my bottom lip. His hands squeezed my breasts so hard it hurt, but the pain felt good.
When he finally broke away, he knelt between my legs and hooked his fingers into the strings of my underwear.
Before he could drag them down my legs, the sound of a car engine made us freeze. We couldn’t be seen from the parking lot, but the path was short.
Car doors slammed and the spell between us broke. I scrambled towards my clothes and began pulling them on, not bothering with my bra. Gabe did the same, grumbling the whole time.
By the time we’d begun shoving the rest of our things in the duffle, a group of teenagers had appeared. There were four of them. The one in front was kicking a soccer ball in front of him. Thank God, I didn’t know any of them.
Talk about disaster.
I slipped on my shoes and followed Gabe wordlessly across the field toward the parking lot. One of the little punks gave me a knowing look, and I could’ve punched him.
All buzz from the whisky had worn off, and Gabe was silent as I drove us back to campus. Did he regret it? Was I too much trouble for a guy who could have a woman in his bed at any time?
Had the teacher fantasy been played out?
I pulled to the side of the road a street over from where he lived and cut the engine. He sat motionlessly for a moment before turning to me and curing any doubts with one fiery look.
A smile curved one side of his mouth, and I was a puddle. How did he do that?
“This isn’t over.” He leaned over the center console for a sweet kiss that seemed so out of place after our heated exchange. I wanted more.
When he tried to pull away, I gripped his arms and kissed him harder, not stopping until we were both breathless.
I leaned my forehead against his, breathing heavily.
“Until next time.” He shot me a wink before opening his door and stepping out.
I watched him walk down the road until he disappeared and then started the car and drove home. As soon as I got inside, my phone dinged with a text.
Gabe: I’m going to be dreaming of hot teachers tonight.
I grinned and Amelia looked at me curiously from her place on the couch.
I texted him back.
Me: I speak for all teachers when I say I’m glad we can help you sleep.
Gabe: Night, Teach.
Me: Night, Stud.
Gabe: LMAO did you just call me stud? I feel like I should be in a Grease movie.
Me: Fuck. I was just trying to shorten student.
Gabe: I like your dirty mouth.
I grinned, staring down at my phone.
Me: See you in class, Mr. Harris.
I collapsed onto the couch next to Amelia and she turned down the volume on the TV before offering me a sip of her beer. I took a long drink.
“Okay,” she said. “Spill.”
So I did. I told her everything because having someone else know made it real, and I wanted more than anything for it to be real.
5
The students filtered into the classroom, but my heart beat erratically for only one guy. After saying goodbye to each other yesterday, I was left all hot and bothered, and my body hadn’t fully recovered. I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same.
Today’s class topic wasn’t going to help douse any fires since we’d be discussing how sexual positions have evolved. Why did I think this would be good material to teach? Oh, I wanted these freshman students to be awake during my class.
I grumbled to myself about being crazy while I hooked the laptop to the projector. After snapping the appropriate cords together, I straightened while the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on ends. It’s as if the electricity in the air charged, my body automatically sensing Gabe. I turned toward the door and sure enough, I was right. The sexy-as-hell star rugby player strutted into the room. He paused for a moment, our gazes connecting. The image of his fingers rubbing his rather generous cock sprung forth
in my mind, and my nipples responded accordingly, hardening beneath my lacey bra. The pure raw lust in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He indeed wanted more.
Gabe half-smiled, breaking our spell, before climbing the stairs to his seat. Pavlov’s salivating dog entered my mind—replace Gabe as the treat, and I’d be one happy test subject. Except, it wasn’t my mouth that was currently drooling. Damn, I needed to keep my wits.
As soon as the last students settled in their chairs, I pulled up the first slide. A hush descended across the room, and I bit my lip to keep from smirking. The stick figures depicting rear-entry penetration had the desired effect I was aiming for.
“Today, we’re going to be talking about sexual positions. More importantly, how they have evolved as cultures have changed and gender roles have improved.” My gaze landed on Gabe’s, and I felt my skin flush. I quickly pulled away and scanned across the students. “Take for instance the rear-entry position, or “doggie-style” as modern culture likes to call it.” I ignored the snickers and pushed forward. “This is the natural position among animals, but we, as human beings, have evolved the sexual act.” I click to the next slide depicting the missionary style. “We’re the only creatures to face each other during sex. Can anyone explain why?”
“Doggie-style can be a form of dominance, a way to get deeper penetration, or it can also work well in tight spots. Say, for instance, small offices,” the familiar husky voice answered.
My gaze landed back on Gabe’s, and a pang of uneasiness wafted through me. But a heated desire boiling through my veins quickly followed. Jesus, had he seen my office? We were skating on very thin ice here, but my body, acting on instincts alone, didn’t seem to care.
“However,” he continued. “When you want to make love to your partner, their reactions help fuel you on. It’s rather erotic, pleasuring the woman you like and knowing their ecstasy was brought forth by your actions.”
I swallowed hard, trying hard not to imagine being brought to a climax by his “actions.” I resisted the urge to fan my shirt, opting instead to shift my stance and clear my throat. Holy crap, if I didn’t have sex with him soon, I was going to combust from the heat brewing between my legs.
“Thanks for the descriptive answer. I agree; silent communication is a major part of missionary style. Humans are also the only species to have sex out of pure enjoyment, instead of only for reproductive purposes. Let’s discuss some distinct cultures, and their uses of sex.” I clicked to the next slide.
By the time class ended, my skin felt flushed, and I could only hope I wasn’t as transparent as I felt. I quickly gathered my belongings as if I was late for an appointment. I needed out of here. I needed Gabe.
“Professor Young, I have a question about the next assignment,” Gabe said.
His voice alone had me practically panting with need. I didn’t dare look at him for fear I wouldn’t be able to resist grabbing hold of him.
“You’ll have to follow me to my office, I need to do a few things before my next lecture. If you don’t mind me working while you talk.”
“Not at all.”
The short distance to the cracker jack box the school provided me took forever. Gabe followed me through the door. I turned to him when the door closed shut, and tried not to flinch when he clicked the lock in place. He remained staring at me, his gaze searing right through me. Without warning, his lips slammed down on mine as he forced his tongue into my mouth. All the pent up sexual tension from the past two days poured into this kiss. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and inched it upwards, wanting another glimpse at his rock-hard abs. He broke our kiss just long enough to remove his shirt. With a quick toss, he planted his lips back upon mine as I ran my hands along his toned ridges.
This kiss wasn’t gentle like the ones before. It was rough and demanding as if he was showing me the male dominance of one of the tribes from class.
His hands started unbuttoning my shirt, but I placed mine on top to stop him.
“I need to stay mostly dressed.”
He let out a guttural groan. “Soon, I’m going to have you fully naked, but fuck, I need to be inside you right now.”
In one motionless movement, his hands shoved my skirt past my hips, and he backed me up a few steps, before whirling me around and bending me across my desk. Warm lips pressed against my ass cheek as he worked my underwear down. When the lacy thong fell to my ankles, he lifted off me and drew in a deep breath. Vulnerability crept inside me as I stood with my bottom completely exposed. But I wanted him so badly, I didn’t move.
“Fuck, you’re a beautiful sight.”
The metallic sound of his zipper amplified in the cramped quarters, and the anticipation made me drip with need. I heard the rip of the condom wrapper and warmth engulfed my entire insides. I no longer cared that I was his professor or what we were about to do was considered wrong. I only cared about right now, and right now, I needed Gabe.
I parted my legs a little more as he positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. He paused, dipping his mouth next to my ear.
“I’m sorry this is going to be too fast. I’ll make it up to you later.”
He pushed forward, filling me completely, and his hungry moan vibrated through me and weakened my knees. Both hands gripped my hips to steady me.
“Shit, I knew you’d feel good wrapped around me. I wanted you ever since I saw you kick that soccer ball.”
He withdrew slightly and then thrusted forward again. Pleasure raced along every nerve ending, starting at my inner core and zinging up my spine, out to my periphery. I placed my palms flat against the desk and arched my back as he drove into me. Rough fingers slid up my stomach and landed on my breast, while his soft lips grazed the back of my neck. He continued moving his hips back and forth. Sensations were coming from everywhere: my breast, my nipple, my sex, my back. It was all too much as the pressure continued its slow build. But in no way was I stopping. I didn’t ever want to stop.
“Gabe,” I said through a moan.
“That’s it, babe.” Gabe slid the hand on my hip down and started rubbing my clit. I gasped in approval, and he picked up his pace, thrusting harder, deeper. My lower half contracted around his hard shaft, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Shudders rippled through me, and he gave a few more hard pumps until his body stilled with his cock buried to the hilt.
He collapsed against my back, breathing heavily.
“Jesus, Madison. That was fucking incredible.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Our heads whipped toward the door as the door handle jiggled. Thank God, Gabe had enough sense to lock it.
“Addy? Are you in there?”
Brett?
Shit, my brother was outside my door while his best friend’s dick rested inside me. As if reading my mind, Gabe slipped out but stayed pressed against my back. We remained quiet until Brett finally walked away.
A pang of relief flitted through me. Gabe backed up and started dressing, never taking his eyes off me.
I pulled my skirt back down and grabbed my underwear from the floor, but I caught a glimpse of myself in the chrome framing the chair. Wild hair, smudged lipstick. And just like that, all my doubt, all my uncertainty, sprang forward.
Gabe narrowed his eyes and shook his head.
“No. No. No. Please don’t push me away again,” he pleaded. “Not after this.”
“What if that had been my boss?”
“We won’t do this here. Not anymore.” I looked past him, but he took a giant step toward me and pulled me closer. Lifting my chin toward his, he smiled. “We’ll be more discreet. But you have to admit that was fucking awesome.”
The gleam in his eyes had me grinning, and I nodded in agreeance. “Yeah, it was fucking awesome.”
He ran the pad of his thumb across my lips, his stare immobilizing me.
What the hell did I get myself into?
6
The apartment fell silent when the radio clicked off. T
he high from the team’s win faded away as I turned and glanced at Amelia. I so wanted to attend the game. Be supportive. But with my brother playing and my parents sitting in the stands, no way would I have been able to hold back any expressions toward Gabe. What if he’d gotten hurt? I knew myself and my limitations. I chose well by staying home. The congratulatory text I sent would have to be enough.
“What are you going to do about your Gabe situation?” Amelia asked.
“I don’t know.” I plopped beside her and leaned my head on her shoulder.
“He only has a few months before graduating. It wouldn’t be a problem after then, right?”
I moaned. “Yeah, except he’s planning on attending grad school here. Even though I wouldn’t technically be his professor, it’d still be frowned upon.”
“Why don’t you try looking for another job?”
“I did. I came up empty.”
“No, you sent a few resumes out, and your stepdad found you a job before you even gave yourself a chance.”
“You’re right. But I’m stuck now.” I tossed my head back against the couch and blew out a breath.
After a beat of silence, Amelia turned to me and grinned. “Let’s go out tonight. We haven’t had a girls’ night out in a long time.”
I agreed, even though the last thing I wanted to do was party. A couple hours later, we were applying the last of our make-up. I grabbed the mascara and peeked at my cell. The blank screen brought a frown. Odd. As much as we texted, I should’ve heard something from Gabe by now.
The loud knock echoed through the apartment and cut through my thoughts. Amelia threw me a glance.
“Expecting someone?” she asked.
“Uh, no.” I dropped the container and raced to the door, my heart pounding.
“Gee, I wonder who it could be?” Amelia yelled after me with a laugh.
There was only one person I hoped to see, and the tall, lean muscular framed body in front of me was him, Gabe. The corners of my lips drew into a small smile as I took in his appearance: toned, tanned legs, black basketball shorts hanging loosely off his slender hips, Dry-fit tee stretched across his broad shoulders. Although his physical appearance was enough to make any panties melt, it was the look in his eye when he stared back that made me squeeze my thighs together.
