by Mia Ford
As it got more serious for me, I groaned and grabbed onto the headboard. My body was perfectly lined up with June’s on the bed, and the way she was thrusting and gasping made me realize how close she was to an orgasm of her own.
Groaning, I thrust into her with everything. I closed my eyes and for a moment, it was just the two of us, alone in the world. June moaned as I stroked my hand down her chest, squeezing one of her tits as I felt my cock gush inside of her pussy.
“Thomas,” June moaned loudly. Her eyes were screwed shut and her face was tense and bright red. Beneath me, I felt her own muscles clench and release with the frenzy of her orgasm.
When it was over, I was still shaking and panting. Climbing off the bed, I untied June and rubbed at her wrists. She smiled at me and then pulled the duvet over her naked body, snuggling down in the pillows.
“I love you,” June said. She sighed with happy satisfaction. “And I always will.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I’d like to ask you one thing.”
June raised her eyebrows. “I’m spent,” she said softly, grinning wickedly at me. “If you want round two, you’re going to have to wait.”
“No,” I said calmly. “Nothing like that. June, I want you to move in with me.”
June gasped. “Are you kidding?”
“No,” I said. “I’m completely serious.”
June flushed. “I…I don’t know.”
“Why not?” I frowned, looking around. “If it’s leaving Angela you’re worried about, I’ll pay the rest of your rent through your lease. That should give her enough time to find someone else.”
June shook her head. “It’s not Angela I’m worried about,” she said. “It’s Brett. He doesn’t even know we’re dating. How is he going to act when his teacher moves in?”
“How about if, at first, you stay here over the weekends when I have Brett? Just at first,” I promised. “Then I’m sure everything would smooth out on its own.”
June nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it,” she said softly.
I kissed her and pulled her close. “Good,” I said. “Because I need you in my life, June. If anything, this scare just showed me how much you really mean to me.”
Chapter Nineteen
June
After all I went through, I couldn’t believe when life starting feeling normal again. It had barely been twenty-four hours since my ordeal, but I knew I needed a little bit more time to really process everything that had happened.
Even though I couldn’t wait to start up again, teaching at P.S.151, I called in on Monday morning and said I was too sick to come to school. I was sure that many other teachers and administrators had read the paper – the sordid tale of Andy and Hannah/Megan was splashed all over the front page. Thomas’s lawyer, Sandy, was trying his hardest to minimize damage, but New York City loves angry gossip like no other, and I was shocked that it wasn’t worse.
The school understood. I knew they knew I was lying – obviously, I wasn’t really sick – but they offered me two more weeks of paid leave.
I accepted. Spending a few days vegging out in front of the television and hanging with Angela was just what I needed, especially if I was going to be moving out soon. I really didn’t want to leave her in the dark, but I couldn’t lie – the prospect of living with Thomas was incredibly exciting.
Angela and I decided to go shopping. I was still feeling more than a little afraid to be out in public on my own, but being with Angela wasn’t scary at all. We took a cab downtown and spend the afternoon going in and out of lots of little shops.
“June?”
My blood ran cold as the familiar voice of Marlene sounded in my ears.
Turning around, I began to sweat as I saw her unmistakable red mane coming towards me.
“Don’t try anything,” I said in a shaky voice, stepping back. “I’ll call the police!”
“No, June, wait,” Marlene said quickly. She pressed her lips together and paused. “I…I feel really terrible about how I’ve behaved,” she said.
I narrowed my eyes. “Why are you apologizing now?”
Marlene’s green eyes filled with tears and I couldn’t help it – a small flame of pity flared inside my chest.
“Because,” Marlene said stiffly. “I was so worried about my son. But he’s in a stable place now. I know that at least some of that is because of you, and your effect on Thomas.”
I frowned.
“You’re a good teacher, June,” Marlene said. “I’m sorry I said those things.” She straightened up.
“Don’t trust this bitch,” Angela whispered in my ear. “She might be gunning for you!”
“Hold on,” I said to Angela. To Marlene, I jerked my head to the side. She followed me through the store until we were in a quiet area, across from the bathrooms.
“Look, I hate the way you acted,” I said. “I’m not going to lie – it was really cruel on your behalf. But Thomas and I are serious,” I added, carefully watching Marlene’s face. “And we’re going to stay serious.”
Marlene swallowed. “I know.” She bit her lip. “Look, the thing is – Hannah was feeding me information the whole time. She was trying to make me believe that you were some kind of gold-digging bitch, out to score Thomas for your own good.”
“No, god, no,” I said quickly.
“I know that now,” Marlene replied. “And I’m sorry that I believed Hannah. But I thought I could trust her – she worked for Thomas for so long, and she never seemed anything but perfectly innocent.”
I nodded stiffly.
“I had no idea she was so evil,” Marlene finished. “Mostly, I’m ashamed that I acted the way I did. It really wasn’t fair to you.”
“You and I are going to have to deal with each other sometimes,” I said softly. “Especially because of Brett.”
“I know.”
“So, I really hope this is a new beginning,” I said. “I know that we’re obviously not going to become friends or anything, but I really hope that we can at least be cordial.”
Marlene’s cheeks pinked. I stood up straight and tall, unable to believe that I’d humbled a woman more than twice my age.
“I hope so, too,” Marlene said. She gave me a small smile. “I’ll let you go, June. I think it’s for the best.”
I nodded. “Marlene?”
She turned around. “Yeah?”
“Thanks for being honest,” I said softly. “I really appreciate it.”
Marlene smiled, looking more relaxed this time. “You’re welcome,” she said. “And again, I really am sorry.”
I watched as Marlene scurried out of the store, no longer the proud and haughty ex-wife. It was strange, but I felt like something actually had changed between us – like somehow, we’d managed to come out on the other side.
By the time I got back to Angela, it was getting late.
“Are you coming home tonight?” Angela raised her eyebrow. “Or are you going to see sexy Mr. March?”
I flushed hotly. “God, I can’t believe how much I called him that,” I said. “But…yeah, I was thinking of going to see Thomas. You don’t mind?”
Angela shook her head. “Not at all,” she said.
I took a cab to Thomas’s penthouse in Manhattan and nervously rode the elevator up by myself, clutching my bags. It was so strange to think that in a very short amount of time, this would be my home, too.
When he opened the door, Thomas grinned at the sight of me. He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed me. I stepped into the foyer and dropped my bags. Thomas looked at me with obvious lust in his dark eyes.
“Brett’s not home,” Thomas said. “He’s out with Isabelle.” He grinned wickedly. “They won’t be home for hours.”
I blushed and stepped forward. “Good,” I said softly. “Because I was really hoping to be alone with you.”
“Same,” Thomas said. “Come here.” He held out his arms.
“I’ve missed you,” I admitted in a soft voice,
closing my eyes and letting my lashes flutter on my cheek. Thomas sighed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close against his chest. Through my thin dress, I could feel his heart beating. I closed my eyes and tilted my face up for a kiss. When our lips touched, it was like they’d never been apart.
Thomas kissed me with urgency. He slipped his tongue between my lips and caressed my own with his. I moaned softly into his mouth and Thomas grunted and picked me up. Without breaking our kiss, he set me back down on his lap and pressed into my back with his hands. The itchy material of my dress scratched against my skin and made me squirm. Thomas grunted softly and pulled the hemline up, spreading my legs on his lap and wrapping them around his torso. I could feel his muscular body pressing against the sensitive spot between my legs and a wave of desire pushed through me. I groaned softly as Thomas’s hands slid down to my ass and squeezed each cheek firmly.
“I missed you too,” Thomas whispered in my ear when we broke apart. “But don’t tell anyone or I’ll have to do some awful things to you.”
Shivers ran through my body when he said the words ‘awful things.’ I looked up at him with a blush across my face.
“Don’t be too awful,” I teased. “I might not survive to tell the story.”
Thomas growled. “I’ll do anything I want,” he replied. “And you’ll still enjoy it, June. I know you always like what I do to you. You love it, June,” he repeated. Thomas buried a hand in my hair and yanked my head back so we were gazing into each other’s eyes. His dark eyes penetrated my whole body and I felt as though I couldn’t move. I bit my lip, unable to speak. Everything Thomas had said to me was the truth. I loved everything he did, I loved every way that he touched me. I could never manage to think about it afterwards, but he knew how to turn me on like no other man ever had before.
As if reading my mind, Thomas nuzzled my shoulder. “No one can please you like me,” he growled in a low voice. “No one can make you come like I can, June,” he murmured into my body. “You’re all mine, forever.”
I shivered as Thomas’s hands slid over my body. “I know,” I whispered. My own pleas sounded weak in comparison. “I’m yours,” I told him. “And I think you know that.” Thomas growled in response. He leaned forward and kissed me savagely, parting my lips with his tongue and shoving it inside my mouth. I melted against him and moaned softly. Without breaking the kiss, Thomas reached to my back and ripped my dress apart with a practiced hand. The tearing of the fabric sounded incredibly loud to me and I felt desire pulse between my legs as I realized soon, I’d be naked on Thomas’s lap. With careful hands, he tugged the shreds of fabric away from my skin and tossed them on the floor. The air inside was chilly and my flesh was instantly pimpled all over. The rough material of Thomas’s shirt scratched against my nipples and sent a whole new frenzy of pleasure through my body.
I was clad only in a bra and panties as Thomas moved his hands down my chest.
“I like this bra,” Thomas purred. He dipped his head to my breasts and kissed my stiff nipples through the thin fabric. Delicious pleasure raced through my body and I threw my head back and cried out.
Thomas reached behind me and unhooked my bra with practiced ease, letting it fall from my body. He cupped my breasts in his smooth hands and massaged the nipples until I was howling with pleasure on his lap.
“I like you better like this,” Thomas informed me. I could only whimper in response as he caressed my most sensitive areas. “You’re more vulnerable.”
Between my legs, my pussy was throbbing underneath my thin cotton panties. Eagerly, I squirmed and shifted on Thomas’s lap, desperate for some pleasure or release. Thomas sat still and watched me. His dark eyes were blazing with desire and I shivered when I imagined the final moment of our lovemaking.
Thomas shifted and I slid further down in his lap. His belt buckle rubbed against the crotch of my panties, making me gasp. At my reaction, Thomas let out a deep chuckle. He grabbed my knees and pushed his hips against my crotch. Pleasure radiated through my body in hot waves and I closed my eyes, feeling sweat bead on my forehead. Thomas growled under his breath and leaned forward. I felt his teeth nip at my neck and I shuddered with a loud groan. Between my legs was pulsing and hot.
Thomas picked me up with one hand and lifted me off his lap so I was standing in front of him. I felt even more exposed since he was fully dressed; my thin panties were soaked with my arousal and I wiggled, feeling the material slide against my sensitive skin. Thomas looked at me and licked his lips. “You’re perfect,” he said under his breath. “You’re an angel, June.”
I blushed. “I’m not,” I said quietly. Thomas shook his head and held his finger up to my lips. Slowly, he traced it down my neck and over my collarbone. When he got to my breasts, he circled my nipples with his index finger until I was moaning in pleasure. A hot blush spread up my neck and over my cheeks and forehead as he teased me relentlessly. Just when I was about to cry out in agony, Thomas stood up and walked into the kitchen. I heard the freezer door opening and then slam shut.
When Thomas returned, he was carrying in ice tray. My heart started to pound even faster and I shook my head from side to side. Thomas gave me a wicked grin and cracked the tray in his hands. Cubes of ice jumped to the floor; one landed on my foot and I shivered at the cold sensation on my hot skin. Thomas reached down and grabbed a couple of the ice cubes. He held his hand out close to my face and caressed my cheek with the frozen cube. I shivered instinctively; it was cold, but it felt amazing against my overheated skin. Thomas grinned as he slipped two of his fingers with an ice cube into my mouth.
“Suck,” he commanded. “Show me what a good little girl you are.”
Blushing furiously, I locked eyes with Thomas and began to suck and lick at his fingers. He bit his lip and groaned in pleasure as I flicked my tongue over the rough skin and smooth ice. Thomas’s hands were so big that my jaw was straining almost immediately but I kept sucking, pulling his fingers so far into my mouth that I was almost gagging. Drips of water and saliva ran down my chin and Thomas gently wiped them away with his free hand before pulling his fingers out of my mouth. He tossed the almost-melted ice cube on the carpet and grabbed a fresh one out of the tray.
Without removing his eyes from me, Thomas reached out and stroked the cube down my neck. I shuddered at the sensation – unlike on my face, I felt goose bumps where the ice touched my skin. Thomas slowly stroked his hand down my torso and wiped my breasts with the ice. I moaned loudly and Thomas grinned. He reached over with his free hand and squeezed one of my breasts. His other hand was remarkably warm and I purred as the hot and cold sensations rocked my whole world. He slipped the ice cube over my nipple and traced a torturous circle around the areola. My nipple puckered and stood out painfully hard. Thomas removed the ice and leaned close to my body. When he was only a few inches away from my bare skin, he gently blew. His warm breath felt amazing and I shivered as I felt my skin begin to slowly thaw.
Thomas grinned at me and slipped the ice cube down my belly. He traced a little wet circle around my belly button and I shivered. When he got to my panties, he looked up at me with his dark eyes blazing.
I bit my lip, unsure of what he was going to do. Thomas slipped a finger inside the waistband of my panties and tugged them down just a bit. He reached forward and poked at the little tuft of pubic hair that stuck out. I blushed and looked up at the ceiling but a sharp tweak to one of my nipples made me cry out and look back down at Thomas.
“You keep your eyes on me,” he instructed. “You don’t ever look away from me or I’ll punish you.”
I nodded solemnly, feeling a warm gush of arousal between my legs. Thomas licked his lips and leaned closer. Before I knew what he was doing, he slipped the cube of ice into my panties. The cold sensation against my pussy shocked me and I cried out and wriggled, trying to move the ice cube away from my clit. Thomas grinned and stuck his finger out, tracing damp circles on the cotton. I could feel the ice melting but the wat
er was incredibly cold and I began to plead with him to touch me.
“Spread your legs,” Thomas commanded. “And if you let the ice out of your panties, you’ll regret it.” I murmured obedience and gracefully tried to widen my stance. As I did, the ice cube shifted. Cold water leaked through my panties and streamed down my leg. The sensation felt remarkably like I had peed myself and I blushed a furious crimson red. Thomas’s grin widened and he growled at me.
“More ice,” he commanded. “It melted too fast that time.”
“No,” I begged. “Please. Please, Thomas. Please take me, please make love to me.”
