See Me After Class

by Quinn, Meghan

  I’m about to reach it when the coffee table turns over and a hulk-like beast rages above me, hair askew, eyes reading like murder as she pulls her elbow back . . . taps it . . . and, oh fuck . . .

  She leaps into the air and, as if she just signed a contract with World Wrestling Entertainment, she pummels me with her elbow to my shoulder, and then uses my body to roll away and grab my phone.

  Despite my size.

  My strength.

  My smarts.

  I was no match for the psychotic state of my sister.

  As if the floor is lava and I’m drowning in it, she hops up on one of the chairs, stands on the armrests, and looks at my phone.

  Fuck.

  Please let it be Romeo or Gunner. Let it be one of their stupid texts about—

  “Mr. Turns Me On?” Coraline says with a huge smile on her face.

  Fuck.

  Me.

  “Oh my God. You and Greer are a thing?”

  Coughing, I sit up from the ground and nurse my shoulder while I try to gain my bearings. What the hell just happened?

  “I can’t believe it. You and Greer. I never would have thought you two would get together. I mean, yeah, maybe there was some sexual tension, but you guys hate each other. Don’t you? Well, I guess not, not after all the evidence I uncovered. Wow, you and Greer. She’s hot, by the way. Too hot for you, I think. She could easily do better, and I say that out of love.” She shakes her head. “Who knows? Do the boys know? Gah. Does Stella know? Keeks? I will scream bloody murder if I’m the last person to figure this out. Straight up, I will stab an apple with a knife. And don’t you dare lie to me. Who knows?”

  “No one,” I say, coughing again.

  “That seems like a lie.”

  I stand from my seated position and snap my phone out of her hands. “It’s not a lie. Greer wants to keep it to ourselves right now since our friend circle is so close. We don’t want you idiots making it awkward for us.”

  “Wait.” She stands as well, growing serious. “You mean to tell me that I’m the only one who knows about you two?”

  “Not by my choice.” I adjust my shirt and look in the mirror on the wall by the hallway, adjusting my hair.

  “Oh my God. I’m in the know. Look at me, knowing secrets. Teacher secrets. And I don’t even work at the damn school.”

  “Thank God for that,” I say, lifting my shirt and examining my ribs. Slightly red, but no serious bruising. “And where the hell did you learn to wrestle like that?”

  “While your nose was stuck in a book, I was out earning my street cred.”

  “I’d believe that if you weren’t wearing a pair of Gucci sweatpants.”

  She glances at her pants and then up at me. “Hey, these pants were a gift from He Who Shall Not Be Named, and just because he gave them to me, doesn’t mean I’m going to let them eat dust in my closet. Hell no. I’ll wear holes in them.”

  “Good to know.” I head toward the garage again. “Not sure when I’ll be home. Don’t wait up. And for the love of God, don’t tell anyone.”

  “Your secret if safe with me,” she says, chasing after me. “And, Arlo?”

  I turn around to find her bouncing up and down, hands clasped. “What?”

  She smiles and says, “I’m really excited for you. Greer is amazing. Treat her well, okay?”

  “That’s what I’m trying to do.”

  “Good, and even though I love her, I love you more. I’m happy you’re giving this a shot. You deserve happiness, too.”

  My anger fades, and I give her a soft smile. Despite what she went through, Cora can still see the positive in relationships. She humbles me. I hope one day she’s ready to let someone into her heart. They’d be one lucky bastard. “Thank you.”

  “Now go plow her into the wall with your penis.”

  Christ.

  * * *

  I knock on the door and feel the rapid beat of my heart as I wait for her to answer. I’m nervous. I don’t know why I’m nervous. I’ve never been nervous about sex, but something about going into this, knowing that’s what she wants, gives me a slight trickle of performance anxiety.

  And to hell if I’d ever say that to her.

  I can’t let her think I’m anything but ready for what she has planned.

  I tried to get clues from her earlier, but she didn’t budge.

  Oh, and her text message that she sent . . .

  Yeah, it said: “See you soon, Mr. Turns Me On.”

  I’d have preferred that my sister didn’t read that. Humiliation sank in on the drive over here, and I pray that Coraline has short-term memory loss.

  Knowing her, though, she’ll never forget it, or the moment where her big brother confessed to being in a relationship.

  Well . . . is this a relationship?

  I think it is.

  The door swings open and Greer greets me, wearing a short white silk robe. Her hair is in waves around her shoulders, and she doesn’t have a stitch of makeup on her face.

  Mother.

  Fucker.

  There is no way I’m going to last.

  “You’re here,” she says, pulling me in by the hand.

  I kick the door shut behind me and then spin her around so she’s pinned against the wall. I caress her face right before I lower my mouth to hers, where I taste the cherry of her ChapStick.

  I allow my hands to briefly explore, pushing inside her robe and feeling lace along my fingertips when they brush against the underside of her bra. Looks like she’s giving me a brief glimpse of that lingerie collection.

  Her hands fall to the hem of my simple white T-shirt and start to pull it up, but I stop her and separate our mouths.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “Not jumping right into it. Let’s talk.”

  “Ugh, you and your talking. I know I said open up, be intimate with me, but I didn’t think you were going to want to be so chatty.”

  I chuckle as she drags me by the hand to her bed.

  “Uh, we’re not chatting on your bed.”

  “And where else do you plan on chatting?” she asks, one hand on her hip.

  I glance around. “Good point.” I kick my shoes and socks off and then get on top of her bed and lean against the headboard, padding myself with some pillows. I expect her to climb in next to me, but instead, she climbs on top of my lap, facing me, and makes herself comfortable. “I’m a chair now?”

  “Yup.” She smiles and her hands fall to my chest, where they play with the fabric of my shirt. “Now, what do you want to chat about?”

  “First things first—Coraline knows.”

  “What?” Her eyes snap to mine. “How?”

  “She was badgering me before I left, and I didn’t say anything. But then you sent that text, and I realized I didn’t have my phone. In that exact moment, so did Coraline. It’s embarrassing to say that we got into a bit of a wrestling match and she came out victorious, but she’s scrappy and fights dirty.”

  “Oh, I don’t doubt that.” Greer sighs. “Was she mad?”

  “Not at all. She actually said you were too good for me.”

  Greer smiles widely. “I knew I liked your sister. So, what—wait . . . did she read the text I sent you?”

  Now it’s my turn to smile. I nod and her head falls to my shoulder. “She did.”

  “Oh my God, that makes me want to die inside. She read the Mr. Turns Me On part?”

  “That’s how I knew the text was from you, when she said that out loud.”

  “Wow.” Greer laughs and lifts up. “Well, I’ll be putting in my resignation for book club this coming week and . . . oh Jesus, Arlo, I have to see her tomorrow.”

  “She’ll be cool.” At least, I hope she will be.

  “But she’ll know. Wait . . . does she know you’re coming over here to have sex with me?”

  Hell.

  “Uh, I believe her parting words to me were ‘Now go plow her into the wall with your penis.’”

/>   Eyes stunned, she slowly nods as her lips twist to the side. “Great. That’s just great.”

  She starts to move off my lap but there’s no way I’m letting my sister ruin this moment.

  “Hey, I promise, she’ll be cool. We can trust her.”

  “I know we can trust her. It’s just embarrassing.”

  “Why? Are you embarrassed of me?”

  “What?” Her gaze lands on mine. “Of course not.” Her hand strokes the stubble on my cheek that I made sure not to shave today. “It’s just that she’s your sister, my friend—just makes things slightly awkward.”

  “It’s only awkward if you make it awkward. When you see her tomorrow, own it.”

  “Or I feign sick and you cover for me.”

  “Or that,” I say, wanting this conversation to be over. “I do have something else I want to talk to you about.”

  “Yeah? What’s that?” she asks while undoing the tie on her robe and pushing it off her slender shoulders, revealing a matching light-pink set of lingerie. A lace bra that barely contains her tits and a matching thong that extends high on her hips, giving new definition to curves.

  “Fuck, Greer.” I reach out and glide my hands down her sides.

  “I’ve never worn this set before and thought you might like it. Do you?” she asks just as my hands round of the globes of her ass.

  I pull her in closer and nod. “It’s sexy. Hot. Makes me hard.”

  “If only these clothes weren’t in the way.” She tugs on my shirt and I allow her to lift it up and over my head. “Oh . . . wow,” she says, blinking a few times. “What on earth?” She looks me in the eyes. “I’ve seen the donuts and cookies you’ve consumed. Why are you so chiseled?” Her hand roams over my abs and then up to my pecs. “God, Arlo, you’re the most fit man I’ve ever touched.”

  I can’t deny that makes me feel good.

  I move my hand over her shoulder, lowering one of the straps so it dangles by her arm. “That’s good to know.” I lean in and kiss her shoulder. She lifts her head, giving me better access, and I parade my mouth over her collarbone, lightly sucking, while my thumbs draw miniscule circles on her stomach. I dip a little bit lower, biting down on the swell of her breasts, causing her to gasp as I move to the other side.

  “Didn’t—oh yes, that feels amazing,” she groans, pushing one hand through my hair. “But didn’t you want to talk about something?”

  I move the other strap down so her bra is barely being held up by her breasts.

  “I did.” I nibble the swell of her other breast.

  “And what was it?”

  Pulling away, I look her in the eyes and ask, “Is this a relationship? You and me, is that what we’re in?”

  The corner of her mouth pulls up as she strokes the back of my neck. “It is for me. Is it for you?”

  “Yeah.” I swallow. “It is. I, uh . . . I take it very seriously.”

  “I can tell. I like that about you. I like that a lot, actually.”

  My hand slides up her back to the clasp of her bra and, with one hand, I flick it open. Her bra tumbles between us and I remove it. Carefully, I tilt her back on the bed and then roll over her so I’m straddling her body.

  “What else do you like?” I ask, lowering my mouth to her right breast. I start by slowly licking her nipple until it becomes hard under my tongue.

  She quivers underneath me and says, “You’re loyal. I know I can trust you.”

  I lick across the valley of her breasts and move to her other nipple, which is already hard, waiting for me.

  “What else?”

  “You care for your students. You want to see them succeed, despite the scary-teacher front you put on.”

  I nip at the side of her boob and she yelps but then hums in pleasure.

  “Tell me more,” I say, moving down her stomach, to the waistband of her thong. I grip the edge with my teeth and tug on it, only to have her stop me and lift my head.

  “I love that you love to pleasure me. But it’s my turn. Take your pants off, Arlo.”

  “You don’t call the shots here,” I say.

  “Fine, then will you please allow me to pleasure you . . . Mr. Turner?”

  Fuck . . .

  When she looks at me like that, says my name in a sultry, throaty voice, I can’t deny her anything.

  Running my tongue over my teeth, I lift up and unbuckle my jeans. She sits up, her sexy tits swaying, tempting me, as she reaches out and undoes the zipper to my jeans. Without hesitation, she pushes them down and, as I step out of them, I watch her hand to go my erection, trapped by my black boxer briefs.

  She scoots to the edge of the bed and strokes me a few times, the feel of her hand on my length a promise of what’s to come. I have so much I need to release, so much pent-up frustration and lust for this woman, that I know when the time comes, I won’t be able to hold back.

  “Condoms are in my wallet,” I say, not wanting to fumble around when I’m seconds away from losing my cool.

  She reaches to the side, picks my wallet from my pocket, and pulls out the condoms, which she tosses on the bed. Dropping the wallet to the floor, both of her hands fall to my boxer briefs, and I stand there, watching her every detailed move when she slowly lowers my briefs to the floor. My erection springs forward, large and yearning for her.

  When she lifts up to look at me, the most satisfying expression falls over her face. Lust. Joy.

  “You’re so big,” she whispers, taking me in her hand. “Arlo, I needed this so bad. I needed you.”

  With hands like velvet, she slowly pumps me. It’s nothing erotic, I can barely feel her, but it’s just enough to help me grow even larger. She moves off the bed and says, “Lie down.”

  I don’t move; instead, I lift her chin with my index finger and say, “I’m not coming in your mouth. Do you understand? You can play with my dick for as long as you want, but when I say I’m going to come, I better come inside you.”

  “I can handle that.”

  “Good.”

  I lie down on the bed and watch as Greer steps between my legs and spreads them wider. I place both hands behind my head to prop me up enough to see what she’s doing. Moving her hair to one side, she places one hand on my cock, pressing it against my stomach as she tilts her head and brings her mouth to my balls.

  Jesus, not what I was expecting, but it feels amazing as her tongue flicks across the sensitive skin.

  “Hell, baby,” I say, the term of endearment slipping past my lips before I can stop it.

  Moving lower, she sucks me into her mouth, her tongue lapping against my sack, causing my eyes to squeeze shut. I take a deep breath. Releasing me, she replays the movement three more times, and when I don’t think I can take it anymore, she moves her mouth up the length of my cock, lightly pressing kisses until she gets to the tip, where she licks my precum right before opening her mouth wide and sucking me in . . . all the way . . . until I hit the back of her throat.

  “Fu-uck,” I say, clenching my jaw when she does it again, this time swallowing at the same time. “Greer, what the . . . ahh, fuck that feels so good.” My hips thrust involuntarily into her mouth and I try to control myself, but her mouth is so damn warm. So damn welcoming that I thrust again. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been given head. And then she does that again.

  And again.

  And . . . again.

  “Greer, I’m going to come.”

  She removes her mouth quickly like the good girl that she is and lifts up, leaving my cock glistening with her saliva. Standing before me, she keeps her eyes on me as she lowers her thong to the ground and steps out of it.

  “I want to feel you,” she says, “bare, for just a second, but I want to feel you bare.” She climbs on top of me again and spreads herself over my cock.

  Her hands fall to my stomach as she sucks in a sharp breath when her clit presses against my length.

  “I’m so worked up, Arlo.” Her head tosses back and her teeth rol
l over her bottom lip. “I’m throbbing already. I can feel my orgasm at the base of my spine, ready to explode, just from sucking on your cock.”

  “Then make yourself come. Ride me.”

  She moves her hips, gliding along my length from her arousal. She sucks in a sharp breath and sighs as her fingers move up to my pecs, where they dig in, marking the skin as she glides over me, her pelvis moving fast, her body turning flush, her nipples impossibly hard.

  I take her in—the sweat on her brow, the way her beautiful, luscious hair sways with her thrusts, the way her tits are pushed together from the position of her hands.

  So goddamn sexy.

  Easily the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with.

  “Yes, yes,” she chants, her grip on me growing tighter and tighter. “Oh, yes, Arlo.” Her head falls back, her mouth parts, and her hips skyrocket into overdrive as a long, loud moan falls past her lips.

  She comes, humping my cock, the act so erotic, so satisfying, that I need to be inside her . . . now.

  I roll her to the side while she catches her breath, find the condoms, and quickly sheath myself.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  Her legs fall open and her head tilts to the side. “Please, I want you inside me now.”

  Restraint gone, I brace myself at her hips, and I position my cock at her entrance. Slowly, I insert myself, letting her adjust inch by inch until I’m fully inside her. Then I pause.

  Her eyes find mine, our expressions connect, and an unspoken knowledge transpires between us.

  We fit perfectly.

  She was made for me.

  I was made for her.

  Swallowing hard, trying not to sound desperate, I keep my eyes trained on hers when I honestly say, “It’s never felt like this.”

  She licks her lips. “Not for me, either.”

  “It’s never been this warm, this tight, this . . . perfect. Fuck, you’re perfect, Greer.”

  “I don’t want you to move, not yet.” Her hand comes up to the back of my head and she brings my mouth down to hers. “I just want to feel you inside me. Just for a few seconds.”

  “Anything you want,” I say, desperation to be closer to this woman consuming me. “Anything you goddamn want, Greer.” I press my mouth against hers and we spend the next few minutes exploring each other’s mouths while we stay connected in the most intimate way possible.