Forbidden: A Student Teacher Romance

by Amanda Heartley

  “I bet you say that to everyone,” she teases.

  “I just want you to know that I do want to risk things for you, because I think we have something.” I lift my hands to her face and cup her chin, trailing my thumb along her soft cheek. She leans into me, and her eyes fall closed. Leaning forward, I kiss her, my lips brushing over hers. A whimper escapes from her mouth as her lips slightly part, and she takes control of the kiss, swiftly tangling her tongue around mine. She sends my body into a frenzy. I don’t want her to have control. This is my moment, and I’m claiming what I’ve longed for. Her.

  I lift her onto my lap, my fingers clutching the hem of her shirt. In one swift motion, I lift it over her head and toss it aside. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, sliding it down her arms as I kiss her neck. I push her hair out of the way, my lips traveling down over her breasts. She gasps as I take her nipple in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it until it hardens, before turning my attention to the other one.

  I twist myself around until she’s laying on the bed with me between her legs. She grins as I rock myself against her. I’m rock hard, and as her fingers brush over my erection, I stiffen even more. I block out the sound of the TV in the next room and let my lips explore every part of her body. I pull away, just enough for me to tug at her jeans, pulling them down over her thighs. She giggles softly as I struggle to remove them—they’re as tight as fuck. My frustration grows until she eventually sits up and releases them from her ankles.

  “There,” she grins, her dark hair falling loosely around her bare shoulders.

  While I’m up, I yank down my pants and shrug them off along with my shirt. I take my place back on the bed, on top of her, my lips capturing hers. She wraps her legs around my waist, my cock pressing against the warm fabric of her panties.

  She gasps, arching her back as I pull them aside and gently slip a finger inside her, caressing her soft folds. She’s so wet and all I want to do is slide my tongue inside and taste her sweetness. With a devious smirk on my lips, I trail my tongue down her body and her eyes widen when she realizes what I’m doing.

  “Sshh,” I warn her as she giggles.

  I spread her legs wide and trail my fingers over her pussy. She gasps, throwing her head back against the pillow. Leaning down, I kiss her wetness, my tongue sliding along her crease.

  “Oh, God,” she gasps.

  She places her arm over her mouth and bites down on her wrist—hard—to muffle her screams. I chuckle and pull down her panties, threading them down over her long, silky smooth legs.

  I slowly kiss my way back up her thighs then rest my mouth on her pussy. She gasps again, her body writhing as I slide my tongue inside her. She’s so wet, turning me on like crazy. I push my tongue deeper, reveling in the sweet taste. She whimpers, wrapping her legs tightly around my neck as her fingers grasp handfuls of my hair.

  I glance up at her as she tries to pull me closer. Her eyes are closed and she bites her lip, lifting her back off the bed as I massage her clit. My fingers trail up over her stomach, finding her full breasts. I rub her nipples between my fingers, pinching them, and her body reacts.

  “Oh, God,” she gasps. She’s doing her best to keep quiet, but she’s not doing a very good job. I’m almost waiting for her parents to burst through the door to make sure she’s okay. She pulls the pillow out from under her head and places it over her face while my tongue continues to lick and suck at her pussy.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispers.

  Her breathing shallows and her legs tense. She’s shaking, and as I continue my long licks up her lips, flicking my tongue against her clit with every stroke, she groans, convulsing as her orgasm racks her body with pleasure. I kiss my way up her body until my mouth is pressed against hers. I want her to know how sweet she tastes.

  “I want you inside me,” she whispers.

  I don’t need to be told twice. With a quiet growl, I hurl myself over the edge of the bed and reach for my jeans to retrieve the condom I stashed there earlier. She narrows her eyes at me, a smirk on her lips.

  “Well, you were pretty sure of yourself, weren’t you,” she teases.

  I chuckle knowingly, and press my mouth against hers. “It doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” I murmur.

  I place the wrapper between my teeth, rip it open, then roll the rubber onto my hard cock. She braces herself as I gently slide inside her. I pace myself, not wanting to hurt her, but fighting the urge to thrust my dick as deep and hard as she can take it. I kiss her neck, finding my rhythm against hers as she rocks her hips and locks her legs around my waist.

  “Harder,” she gasps. I bite down on her lip and push myself so deep inside her that she cries out. “God,” she pants. “I’m going to come again.”

  “Again?” I whisper, kissing her throat.

  Lowering my head, I close my mouth over her nipple and suck. Gently at first, but as her orgasm builds, harder. She cries out, her pussy contracting around my dick as her fingernails dig into my back. I groan and thrust faster, unable to hold out any longer. I let out a low growl, my cock throbbing against the walls of her pussy as I come in an explosive climax. She wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft while I’m still inside her, milking the last of my load. I kiss her neck, then her lips until the sensation of her fingers become too much.

  Panting, I roll off her and she snuggles against me. I wrap my arm around her and kiss her forehead. I can’t put into words how good I’m feeling, being with her like this. She gives me a smile, but I see the worry in her eyes. I lean closer and kiss her, doing my best to reassure her this isn’t like last time. The doubts and fears are still there, but I want to take the risk in being with her.

  “So,” she says with a nervous grin. “Where does this leave us?”

  I’m about to answer when the unmistakable sound of singing floats through the bedroom door. I glance at Darcy, amused, who blushes. If there was anything that was going to shatter the mood, it’s her dad’s singing.

  “When my dad has a few too many drinks, he likes to sing,” she mumbles. I chuckle quietly to myself as we wait for him to move back down the other end of the house. “Sorry,” she mutters, her cheeks still red.

  “Don’t be,” I laugh. “I think we’ve all been there after a few too many. Now, back to your question. Why don’t you come over for dinner tomorrow? I’ll cook.”

  “You cook?” she laughs, her blue eyes sparkling. “Is there anything you don’t do?”

  “Trust me,” I grin. “There is plenty about me that will probably annoy you, but right now I want to show off my skills, and cooking is one of them.”

  “That’s great, but I’m more interested in what other skills you have to offer,” she says. I smirk as she positions herself on top of me, her lips pressing against mine. I cradle her face in my hands as my mouth explores hers. She’s fucking amazing.

  All I want to do is lie here and fall asleep with her in my arms, but unfortunately that’s not an option. We need to be careful if this is going to work. We have to be on our game—one slip up could ruin everything.

  “How about you come over and I’ll show you some skills? Tell your parents you’re staying at Cindy’s, and spend the night with me.”

  “Okay,” she agrees. “But my standards are high now, so you’d better impress me.”

  “Are we still talking about my cooking?” I laugh.

  She grins, her eyes sparkling as she leans in closer to kiss me. I sigh as she gently grinds her hips against mine. My cock aches as it hardens again, and I let out a groan. What is this woman doing to me?

  “Were we ever really talking about your cooking?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Darcy

  One month later

  “Thank you for an amazing night.” I glance down at my hands, suddenly feeling shy.

  It’s like I’m finally letting myself believe we might work out. Until now, I’d been waiting for things to go wrong, especially since there’s so m
uch at stake. Things have been cruising along too perfectly, and I’ve just been waiting for the moment where it all gets ripped away from me.

  “You’re welcome,” he smiles. “Our one-month anniversary is kind of a big deal, so I thought I’d go all out. I know how hard this is for you, having to lie to your parents and Cindy.”

  “Not Cindy,” I cut in, going red. Cindy has known about us for ages.

  He raises his eyebrows, a flicker of worry passing through his eyes. “She guessed it was me?”

  “No, Rick let it slip.”

  “Typical,” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Well, it doesn’t matter, this is still hard for you. For the both of us, and I just wanted you to know how important you are to me. I think about the future a lot, and every time I do, you’re in it. I can’t wait until I can take you out anywhere I want, or kiss you in public. Hell, I can’t wait to meet your parents at something other than a parent-teacher conference.”

  I giggle, remembering how awkward it was sitting through that last week.

  “I think about us, too,” I murmur.

  He leans over and cradles my face in his hands as he kisses me. My heart races as I press my lips against his, our tongues clashing. It doesn’t matter how many times he kisses me, that pleasure never goes away.

  I feel like I’m falling. Like I’m driving a car at top speed and the brakes are failing. My heart races. I feel sweaty and I can’t breathe, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Everything else fades into the background, and it’s just him and me. Nothing else matters when I’m around him.

  He pulls away from me and smiles. “You’d better go, or you’ll be out here all night with me.”

  I nod, kind of wishing I’d told my parents I was staying at Cindy’s. The only problem with that is, I was there nearly every night. I think Mom was starting to get suspicious that something was up.

  “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.

  It’s getting easier seeing him in class every day, but I still have to stop myself from reaching out to touch his arm, or from kissing him when he smiles at me.

  I open the door, then lean over for one last kiss. When did I turn into such a sappy mess? It’s not a good look on me.

  “See you tomorrow,” I grin.

  I wander inside, saying good night to my parents as I pass them in the living room. I get to my room and lay back on the bed, wishing it was Lennon I was lying next to. Lost in my own thoughts, I jump at the loud tapping on my window. I panic, until I see his face peering in, and I laugh. I get up and walk over, sliding the window up. He leans through for another kiss, his mouth pressing against mine.

  “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he murmurs. “And there was something I wanted to tell you.”

  “Yes?” I ask, biting my lip.

  “I love you, Darcy.”

  He backs away giving me a small wave as he heads back to his car. He didn’t even give me time to say it back, and he knows I’m not about to scream it from the window. Typical Lennon. He always has to win. I shake my head, but inside I’m deliriously happy.

  I collapse back on my bed, unable to wipe the smile of my face, my thoughts interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door. I quickly sit up and run my fingers through my hair, hoping I don’t look as much of a mess as I feel.

  “Yes?” I ask.

  Mom pokes her head in. She gives me a smile. “Just saying good night. How’s Cindy? How was the movie?” she asks.

  “Good and good,” I say.

  She nods, a tiny smile forming on her lips.

  “Oh, and Darcy? Next time your boyfriend wants to sneak through your window, tell him to use the front door.”

  My eyes widen. “How long have you known?” I ask, my voice hoarse.

  “Long enough,” she replies with a laugh. “He seems like a nice guy, and I understand why you need to keep things quiet, but I want you to know you can tell me anything.”

  “You know who he is?” I squeak. I can’t breathe. This is like all my fears coming true at once.

  She nods. “I had my suspicions, and last week, the parent-teacher conference confirmed it. I recognized him from Casey's wedding. I could see the way you were looking at him, and then when he spoke about you…” She shakes her head. “So being an overprotective mother who's trying to cut the chord and let my little girl grow up, despite the troubles you had in the past, I decided to investigate the situation to set myself at ease. I called Casey and asked her about Lennon, and she confirmed that you had called her out of the blue, asking questions about him. The two of you had never been close, so it raised suspicions with her as well. She just thought you had crush."

  "I-I don't know what to say, Mom. I mean, I love Lennon, and I can't imagine..." A ball of emotion clogs my throat, and I can't find the words to express the unknown.

  "Darcy, calm down." She pats my knee in a comforting gesture. "I’m not going to tell you to stop seeing him. You're old enough to make these decisions for yourself. Just be careful. I never want you to have to go through anything like you did back in Chicago. I love you, and I just want you to be happy. If he makes you happy, then I’m happy.”

  I stand up and walk over to her, wrapping my arms around her, hugging her tightly.

  “Thanks, Mom.” Her support means so much to me, more than she’ll ever know.

  She smiles. “Get some sleep, Darcy.”

  She walks out, and I close the door behind her. I lean against it and smile. I’m almost relieved she knows, because I hate lying to her. My biggest worry about Lennon was whether my parents would accept him, so tonight has made all the difference in the world.

  I climb into bed, feeling more relaxed and content than I have in months. I pull the blankets up around me and reach for my phone. I bring up Lennon’s number and press call.

  “Hello?” he answers. I smile, my heart swelling at the sound of his voice.

  “I love you, too,” I say, then I hang up the phone before he can reply.

  Chuckling to myself, I snuggle into my pillows and close my eyes.

  I win.

  ~ THE • END ~

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