Teachers' Pet

by Amy Brent

  A familiar tingling sensation started in my toes as it shot up through my legs. I dimly felt Cole’s fingers grip my hips in response to what I’m sure he felt was my own release. Not clinging to reality any longer, I let my eyes slip shut as my release came in a crashing wave that left me breathless and blinking back tears. Good tears. The type of tears that come from the rush of endorphins entering your system.

  I forced my eyes open to watch Cole’s face contort in pleasure as his own release came crashing down upon him as well. A vein throbbed in his right temple before he went still before shudders wracked through his body. Tangled together, I savored the sensation of his hard body pressed up against mine while his heart pounded furiously inside of his chest. The sheets and blankets were tangled about our sweaty bodies while we listened to the sound of rain patter away outside. It was quiet and motionless in the Hamptons with the rain storm coming through. It was so peaceful that I dreaded going back to the constant sound of city traffic. Even if Olivia had obviously grown accustomed to the noise and needed it to sleep.

  “I don’t want to go back to the city tomorrow,” I said.

  “We have to though,” Cole said. He collapsed on the mattress next to me with a sated sigh. “I have meetings to attend to on Monday morning.”

  I smiled at the lack of enthusiasm in his voice. “The CEO never gets a day off these days it seems, does he?”

  “I should complain about my lack of vacation days, huh?”

  “At least you got some time off with Olivia. That was a plus even though you did Skype meetings.”

  “The boss can be a dick sometimes.”

  We both fell into a fit of laughter while the boom of thunder filled the house again. Cole sat up on the bed with a reluctant sigh. “I suppose we should get up and shower before heading to your mother’s rained in party.”

  “I’d rather stay here like this,” I said, sighing. “You know, I love my parents, but I still hate going to these parties. I feel like a bug under a microscope.”

  “It’ll eventually dwindle down,” Cole said. “The housewives here will find something else to gossip about.”

  He rose from the bed to pad into the bathroom. I watched his taut ass cheeks flex as he walked before disappearing behind the bathroom door. The shower turned on a minute later, but I still couldn’t find it in me to escape the nice wrap of blankets and our life away from the public eye.

  Our engagement had made the headlines six months ago. Front page on several newspapers and tabloids. There had also been an internal investigation into Crayton, Inc. for how Cole handled his relationships with employees at one point, but he never backed down from our relationship. He didn’t care what people said about us.

  I wished that my mother would take a page out of his book.

  This rained in party was all about show as usual. She accepted Olivia with open arms, but I kept her distant from our wedding plans. Cole and I had it all under control. We wanted our private autumn wedding upstate with a few close friends and family. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t want my mother to manipulate the situation in any way possible to save her reputation. The only thing that kept my mother at bay anymore was my father who encouraged her to accept that Cole and I were getting married. We were going to be husband and wife with a beautiful family.

  I grabbed the baby monitor from the bed stand to bring into the steamy bathroom. I set it on the vanity before slipping into the large shower with Cole as he washed away soap from his body. He arched a suggestive eyebrow at me. Heat surrounded me all over again, and none of it came from the hot water.

  “Is Olivia still asleep?” He asked.

  “It appears so,” I said, and closed the glass door behind me. “Should we make the most of this quiet moment again?”

  “You bet, baby.”

  He leaned in to kiss me when my stomach gave a surprising lurch. I held up a hand to still Cole as I sucked in a deep breath to keep myself steady on two feet.

  “What is it?” Cole asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Violet? You look pale.”

  I didn’t know what to say besides that my stomach felt like it was about to turn itself over from nausea. “I think I just need to sit down for a moment.”

  Cole pushed the shower door open to make sure that I sat down on the vanity chair without slipping on the sleek tiles. I stared at myself in the foggy mirror. It was a strange thing how one minute I had felt perfectly fine, but now I felt sick to my stomach and cramped up. The last time I had felt this way was when—

  The realization slammed into me then. I gripped the edge of the vanity as I mentally counted down the last time I had even had a period. We have been given the clear a few weeks ago to have sex, but neither one of us had made the conscious decision to use birth control. I had trusted that breast feeding lowered the odds of getting pregnant.

  “Cole,” I called out, heart pounding. “I think we need to have someone grab a pregnancy test from the store.”

  “Pregnancy test?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I-I-I think I’m pregnant. Again.”

  The shower turned off immediately as Cole stepped out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist. He took one sweeping glance at me before pressing a wet and warm kiss to my forehead.

  “I’ll get one myself. Be back in ten minutes.”

  I managed to shower properly with cold water blasting my hot skin. Another baby. The thought made me feel dizzy with joy and shock. When I stepped back out wrapped up in a thick towel, I found Cole in the bedroom with a cooing and happy Olivia in his arms. He nodded to the box on the edge of the bed.

  “You might be a big sister soon,” Cole told her, grinning down at Olivia. “Yes. You might be a big sister.”

  I paced the steamy bathroom anxiously for a few minutes before grasping the pregnancy stick to read it. Positive. Must be 3-4 weeks.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed, fanning a hand over my face. “Cole, it’s positive!”

  Cole pushed the bathroom door open a second later. Tears glittered in his eyes as he looked at the stick in the palm of my hand. With Olivia smooshed between us, he leaned in to press a long and passionate kiss to my lips.

  “Our happy family,” he said.

  I pulled back with tears in my eyes too to smooth a hand through the soft fuzz of Olivia’s hair.

  “Yes,” I said. “Our happy family is getting bigger. We are blessed.”

  “Very blessed.”

  ***End of Bonus Story***

  Read on for another SUPER STEAMY story, Mr. PERFECT O…oh my…you don’t wanna miss this one!

  Mr. Perfect O

  Description

  She's depriving me, and I'll teach her a lesson.

  I am going to make her scream my name, beg for more...

  They call me Mr. Perfect O for a reason.

  I specialize in delivering the wettest, mind blowing 'O's' ever.

  Call me a manwhore,

  But as a single dad with responsibilities, I don't have much choice.

  Until, I see her.

  Tori is forbidden fruit, my six year old's school teacher.

  I don't do relationships.

  I never get with younger women.

  But one look at those luscious eyes and that perfect a$$,

  And I wanna break all rules.

  When she calls me to discuss the progress of my daughter,

  The only thing progressing is my d*ck.

  It's growing tall and hard,

  And it's so ready to claim the virgin.

  But then she finds out what I do for a living.

  Guess, who's the one begging now?

  Chapter 1

  Ross

  “Thank you, sir. We’ll be in touch.” The young man stood, and as his chair made an awful sound against the hard, tiled floor, he extended his hand. Calling me sir grated my nerves. He could have addressed me Ross, but being half my age, I assumed he was showing respect for his elders. Too bad he held my fate in his hands, or I
might have told him off.

  I grabbed his hand and met his eyes, gripping tight. “Thank you.”

  Every interview I’d been to over the past month had been with managers half my age, and they would no doubt give the jobs to other men half my age as well.

  Since losing my job, it had been a struggle, and if it were just me, I’d find something with mediocre pay and any available hours. But with my six-year-old, Katie, to raise, I had to find something that would do more than pay the bills and still allow me a little time to see her grow up.

  Her mother, Sarah had passed away three years ago when Katie was only three. She’d suffered a long battle those three years after having our daughter and then going through dialysis and every experimental drug and procedure we could find. She’d wanted more than anything to be around to see Katie grow up to, but that wasn’t in the cards. Her kidneys had failed, and after a long, hard battle, she passed away.

  It took a lot of time, but I’d come through the worse of my mourning period with some of my sanity intact. Watching Katie grow up had been the biggest blessing of my life, although it was bittersweet without her mother to share it with. She barely remembered her mother, and to keep a bit of stability, I’d tried to keep the same babysitter as long as possible. As it turned out, in three years, we’d been through four.

  I checked my watch as I left the office and shook my head at the time. I hated late interviews, and thankfully my sitter was able to grab my daughter when needed. I rushed right home, lucky enough to miss the rush hour traffic and found Katie and Mia, the latest babysitter who had been with us for almost a year now, playing cards in the middle of the living room floor.

  “Daddy!” Katie was on her feet and giving me a big hug within seconds of hitting the door. Mia turned over on her side, propping herself up on one elbow as the hem of her shirt hiked up to expose the soft skin of her midriff, and the little turquoise belly ring that always caught my attention.

  “Any luck, Mr. Reed?” She asked as she sat up, revealing a low-cut neckline that showed more of the black bra beneath it than it should. I couldn’t remember a time ever seeing her in clothes that weren’t full of rips, intricately tied knots, or cut off in some way to expose more than a grown man like me should see from a girl who was barely eighteen.

  I’d asked her many times not to dress in such inappropriate clothes, and since today’s outfit was much less revealing than some of the short shorts and tank tops she usually wore over, I decided not to scold her for it. With her living just down the street, I’d made her go home many times and change. I didn’t want Katie thinking it was okay to wear such things.

  “We’ll see. They said they’d be in touch, but that’s usually a no.” I pulled out my wallet and hated that every time I had done so lately, I cringed knowing money was growing tighter and tighter. Thankfully my date would be cheap.

  Melanie had never wanted to do more than fuck, and after the week I’d had looking for work, she was just what I needed.

  “Here’s some money for dinner tonight. Order out whatever like.”

  “For twenty bucks? It looks like it’s pizza again. And I’ll just keep the change.” Mia smiled, and I let out a long breath and patted her back as she walked into the kitchen ahead of me.

  “Look, Mia, I know you’ve wanting to help out, but here, take your check.” I pulled it from the fridge and handed it to her. She’d held it there a week in case I needed it for groceries, but I assured her things weren’t that bad yet.

  “Are you sure? I mean, it’s not that big of a deal.” She was a good kid, despite her slutty clothes and shook my head and touched her arm. If I thought it appropriate, I would have pulled her in for a hug, but I didn’t think I could handle it with that bare waistline she was sporting in her short tee.

  “You’re a good kid, but really. It’s okay. I’m going to talk my friend tonight and see if she has any leads on a job and hopefully, things start to pick up.”

  She nodded and stared at her feet. “Will you be late?”

  “I could be the usual time, but if it goes later, I’ll text you.” I turned and hurried upstairs to get ready as Mia ordered their pizza and in another twenty minutes I was headed across town to Melanie Porter’s house.

  I’d met Melanie a little over a year ago when I’d decided to get back in the dating world so I could have a sex life. My wife had been much younger than me, by twenty-one years, and so when she died at the age of thirty-four, I had longed to find someone who reminded me of her sexually. I was always attracted to younger women, and Melanie at twenty-seven was just my type.

  She met me at the door of her townhouse with a lazy grin. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.” She stepped aside, and I entered, noticing that she’d left the lights down low. The sun was setting, and its orange and pink glow shone through the patio door, creating the only light other than an overhead light in the kitchen.

  “Sorry I had to see you so early. You know my situation.” I gave her an apologetic look, and she shook her head and stepped closer placing a long finger against my lips. She was one of the sexiest women I’d ever met, and it wasn’t because she was the prettiest, but because she had sex appeal. Her face was flawless, with angelic features and a few imperfections which only complimented her looks and made them exotic. She was average height, but her heels put her just a couple of inches shorter than me and her curvy shape, was a bit off-balance at the top. She carried herself like a queen, with more confidence than anyone I’d ever been with, and it made my dick hard as diamonds. Though she had only dressed in a robe, she wore it like a goddess.

  “It’s fine. How is the little princess? Ruling king and castle I presume?” She planted a peck on my lips and wasted no time rubbing her hand against my crotch, feeling the rigid length that waited for her and had longed for her all day as well.

  “She’s perfect. How’ve you been?”

  She threw her head back and gave a breathy sigh as she met my eyes. “Hungry.” She dropped to her knees, and my zipper came down in a heartbeat. She didn’t even go for the belt and instead reached inside my pants and pulled out my thick cock. Her smile was interrupted by her biting her lip and then my cock entering her mouth as I nudged forward. The head of my cock lay flat on her tongue, and she licked it all around, darting it into my piss hole as she cupped my balls through my clothes.

  “You were hungry.” I rubbed my hand through her hair and then pulled her closer to allow my cock deeper into her throat.

  Like a pro, her throat opened up accommodating as she inhaled deeply through her nose. Then, once I had my dick nice and deep, I pinched her nose and held her tight against me until she tapped out.

  She gasped as she pulled off my slobbery cock and her eyes met mine with a smile. “I’m always hungry for you, Ross. You’re so much more of a meal than most men.” She gripped my cock. It was so thick she could barely get her thumb and middle finger to connect around it. I’d always had an impressive cock, and though some ladies were intimidated by the size, all were appreciative of it once they’d had a ride. I had a talent that some men knew nothing about. How to give the wettest, mind-blowing orgasms.

  She stood up and kissed my mouth, giving me a taste of my cock. “I’ve got a nice surprise for you.” She took my hand and led me into her bedroom.

  “Nice, I love the new tile.”

  “Tile was more practical for my hobbies.” She gave me a wink. “But it wasn’t the tile I was referring to.” She extended her hand as if she were showing me what I’d won, and there was a large, black leather sofa in the middle of the room specifically contoured for sex.

  “You had this custom-made? I love it; it’s beautiful.”

  “You’re the first. I wanted to break it in properly.” She took my hand and led me to it, my thick cock bobbing as it protruded from my pants, her spit cooling as I moved.

  “I’m honored.” I stepped behind her and kissed her shoulder as I peeled away her robe.

  She lay
back, and the custom sofa gave her hips a slight lift. I knew what the purpose of that was and it would make my job much easier.

  She watched me undress and then reached up to me. Then I took her hand as I nudged myself between her thighs. She parted her knees, and they fell open exposing her soft, pink pussy, and though she was wet, I leaned down and dragged my tongue against her soft, creamy center.

  “Have you been playing with this pussy?” She was drenched.

  “I may have touched it a little while waiting. I couldn’t help myself.” She gave me a devilish grin and then rubbed her nipples as she licked her lips nice and slow.

  “Naughty girl. You know what I do to naughty girls, don’t you?” I stood and stroked my cock, spreading the pearly tear that had collected at the tip, and then I pressed it against her wet hole.

  “I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” She gave me a wink, and I thrust my hips and entered her in one quick movement. She cried out as half my cock filled her. I stilled, though her walls were soaked so much that even my big cock slid right in with no problems. She ground her hips against me and moaned.