“Hmm… I think I like you calling me master.” He kissed a little higher, and she inhaled a gasp as his lips teased her entrance.
“Don’t. Get any. Ideas,” she said in short pants. His mouth engulfed her, his tongue pressing into her soft, wet folds. He gripped her thighs, fingers pressing into her flesh, making sure that she couldn’t escape, not that she wanted to.
Leah tried to lift her buttocks, forcing him deeper, but he held her down. She squirmed as his tongue swiped at her, and his nose pressed into her clit. “Oh God, Ty,” she exhaled, and he moved away from her.
“Not yet,” he said, smirking as he stood. His erection was even more obvious, the head of his thick cock peeking from between the buttons of his boxers. “I bought you a present.” He turned and walked to the wardrobe, continuing to talk. “I was going to let you take it home with you, but since you’re staying here now, I don’t know if there’s really a need for it.”
Leah sat up, confused until he opened the wooden door and brought out a small box decorated in black and white animal print with a pink velour ribbon wrapped around one corner. The front was sheer plastic, allowing her to glimpse the silver, palm-sized bullet. She had to wonder when he’d bought it. Had it been bought for her? Or was it something he’d kept hidden, a gift for whoever ended up in his bed.
Still, she was surprised by the excitement that tickled her skin. Some women would have abhorred, or at least been insulted by the gift, expecting flowers or chocolates or jewelry, wouldn’t they? It was then that she realized that Ty had definitely brought out the kinkiness of her nature. In just a few days, she had touched upon the dark desires that had remained in the shadows of her mind. She’d always wanted to explore that side of her sexuality, but Kyle… Her experience with him had left her afraid to.
He took it out of the box, pressing his thumb against the rubber button on the bottom. It was powerful enough that she could hear a faint buzz from the other side of the room.
“I’m going to use this on you now, and if you like it, then you can keep it in your bag and use it whenever you need a quick orgasm, but we’re not together.”
“I’m not that depraved,” she said, thinking her words would come out strong and sincere, and not the crumbling whisper that she heard.
Ty smirked. “Yes, you are,” he said as he reached the end of the bed. He stood between her legs, using his knees to keep her thighs spread, and let the tip of the bullet tease her clitoris. She was already close to orgasm, and the vibrations were enough to send her spiraling into an all too sudden climax. Her elbows collapsed and she toppled back into the sheets, calling out until her throat was raw.
“Do you like your present?” he asked, the tip of his cock pressing against her soaking pussy.
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Good.” The bullet was dropped to the side and he thrust into her, pounding until he came in thick, hot spurts, leaving her momentarily lost in a haze of utter lust.
Chapter Eighteen
Jerry had been serious about the idea of a party, it turned out. When Ty went into the kitchen to get two glasses of water, he overheard his housemate on the phone, inviting someone over.
“Yeah, bring ‘em all! It’ll be a laugh, and I bet she’ll bring that friend of hers too… Yeah, that’s the one.” Jerry guffawed at whatever private joke was being shared.
Ty stood at the doorway of the living room and watched as Jerry lounged on the sofa, cushions scattered over the floor, laughing down the receiver.
“Honestly, mate, you’ve got no worries getting in there. Reckon she’d take us both if we got some vodka into her. She seemed up for it last time.”
Ty coughed, alerting Jerry to his presence.
“Sorry, mate, I’ve gotta go. Yeah, see ya later. Bring booze!” He ended the call with another boom of laughter.
“If you’ve just organized another party…”
“Chill out, Tybalt,” Jerry teased. “We’ll pack away all your precious little knick-knacks before the beer gets flowing.” He swung his legs down, feet landing on the floor with a thud. “I’m off out for a bit, so you can fuck your girl as loud as you like. Not that you would have kept it down on my account anyway.”
Ty felt the heat of his anger building, knotting the muscles in his neck and shoulders. His grip tightened around the tumblers. Jerry ambled toward him.
“Seriously, dude, relaaax…” He slapped his hand on Ty’s stiff back as he passed. “It’ll be fun. You never know what she might let you do to her once she’s pissed.”
Ty inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to throw him out there and then, and went back upstairs, slamming the bedroom door shut behind him.
“Everything okay?” Leah asked, sitting up with her legs crossed under the duvet. He placed both glasses on one bedside table and sat down. His hand crept under the blanket to caress the smooth skin of her thigh.
“Jerry’s organized a housewarming party for you, by the sounds of it.” He felt her tense beneath his touch. “It’s okay, don’t worry. I’ll cancel it.” He slanted his mouth over hers, lifting one hand to cup her cheek, his fingers tangling in her hair. She tasted like warmth and mint. It was enough to make his cock start to twitch again.
“No,” she murmured, softening against him. “It might be nice to unwind. And if I’m going to be living here, I should at least try to get along with him.”
“That might not be necessary, but thank you.” He smiled, kissing her again. His tongue swept over hers, claiming her, and she did nothing to dissuade him. Ty gently put his hand over the curve of her hip until his fingers were gripping the soft flesh of her buttocks. “Fuck,” he breathed against her cheek, lying on his side. His growing erection began to press into her hip. “What you do to me…”
Leah wiggled, edging closer to him until his cock was pinned, almost painfully, against her leg. She rolled over to face him, reached down and took his shaft in her hand. Within seconds he felt his balls begin to tighten and lift.
“Don’t,” he said, closing his eyes against the torment. “We should get up.”
“Why?” she asked. He could hear the teasing in her voice. He didn’t need to look at her to know she was smiling, but he wanted to see it. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement as her grip became firmer. She slid her hand from root to tip, and he couldn’t help but let out a breath heavy with pleasure.
“Shit,” Ty groaned. Part of him knew he should extricate himself from the delicious torture of her touch, but a larger part of him wanted to let her do whatever the fuck she wanted to do. Unfortunately, the lesser part won. He shifted his hips backward, reached down and held her hand still until she let him go. “Maybe later.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And maybe I can teach you something new,” he added.
“Mmm… I’d like that,” she said with a sleepy smile before slipping farther into the bed and rolling over.
Ty stared at the gentle curve of her spine as she lay with the sheets bunched around the top of her buttocks, scooped up over her waist and clenched in her hands under her hair. He bit his teeth together and swallowed down the urge to flip her over and put his head between those long, luscious legs. The shower was going to have to be a cold one.
* * * *
He was in front of the oven, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans when she found him. Leah watched as the ink that climbed over his biceps flexed with every movement he made. The whole moment felt surreal.
“Getting a good look, are you?” he asked without looking at her.
Leah stepped forward, took a handful of his firm backside and kissed the dip of his spine between his shoulder blades, taking in the clean scent of his skin. “You showered without me,” she complained.
As he twisted around, she was forced to move backward, her hips almost connecting with the kitchen table.
“It was that or stay in bed all day,” he growled with false anger, pressing his lips against hers before turning back to the hob. “Coffee’s percolating.” He nodded to t
he machine in the corner and she went to pour herself a cup.
Ty took a step back, reached forward, and, with a quick flick of his wrist, tossed a pancake into the air. “I hope you like bananas and blueberries,” he said, letting it slide onto a tower of already stacked pancakes. “There’s honey and golden syrup in the cupboard somewhere.”
“Great in bed and the kitchen,” Leah mused. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Fixing your crap in the classroom,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Speaking of which, I got a phone call from Hilary. Some little shits decided to break into the school yesterday. Guess who gets to clear the mess up.”
“Really? They broke into school?” Leah exclaimed. “Usually they can’t wait to get out or avoid it altogether.” She sipped at the coffee and sank into a chair behind a plate of pancakes. Ty handed her a fork and she dug in, using the side of the fork to slice through the fluffy pancake. “Oh my God,” she said around a mouthful. “That is amazing.” She forked another piece into her mouth and let it roll over her tongue, relishing the contrasting flavors of the sweet fruit and savory pancake.
“I try.” He shrugged before shoveling in his own breakfast. He’d cleared the entire plate before Leah could blink.
“Glutton.” She grinned, before finishing hers. “I take it that means we’re going to school today.” She leaned back and pushed the empty plate away.
“You don’t have to come.”
“And miss out on watching you work? It’s hot today as well, so I expect you to be wearing as little clothing as possible.”
“Deviant.”
“Hey”—she shrugged—”I was innocent until I met you.”
“Uh-huh. Go and get dressed and we’ll get it over and done with.”
Chapter Nineteen
Ty pulled the car up to the green gates and climbed out to unlock them.
It was odd, seeing the school shrouded in silence. No hormonal teenagers yelling, swearing or fighting. No cliques of children talking about their friends behind their backs. The space between the different buildings and Portakabins seemed vast rather than cramped, with the heat reflecting off the concrete.
Leah waited for Ty to return. She pressed her head against the cool glass and looked over to the English block with its slated walls and almost flat roof. Her classroom was at the back of the building.
“So where’s this vandalism?” she asked as he slid back into the driver’s seat. Ty turned the steering wheel and drove into the car park, pulling into a bay marked H. Davis. Leah smirked at his attempt at being brazen.
“Yeeaahhh,” he said, stretching the word out. “There’s some bad news about that.”
“What?” she asked, her voice lowered.
Ty got out and walked around to her side, opening the door for her. He took her hand in his. “It’s sort of…”
“If you dare tell me it’s my classroom, I may scream.”
He pursed his lips, tightening his grip around her palm before relaxing and letting out a laugh. “You should see your face,” he teased, kissing her nose. “It’s in the maths block.”
“Arse.” Leah batted at his chest.
“Didn’t realize you were so protective of your classroom.”
“I’m the only one who’s allowed to break things in there.”
Ty tugged at her hand and led her to the back of the school. The maths block was at the bottom end, facing out onto the playing fields. Across the double doors, someone had tried to scrawl something intelligent and witty about one of the maths teachers having eaten all the pie. It was the added E on the end that failed the pun.
“Fucking twats,” Ty grumbled under his breath.
“Where do we start?” Leah asked, shrugging off her short-sleeved cardigan and draping it over the metal rail that ran along the steps that led up to the building.
“By finding the little gits and stringing them up.”
“I didn’t realize you were so protective over your classrooms,” she said, nudging him with her elbow.
Ty frowned. “Bucket, soapy water and a scrubbing brush.” He turned and began to walk back to the main building. Leah followed.
“Do you have keys to every part of the school?” she asked as he went through the bunch, looking for the one that fit the lock to the main hall.
“I guess,” he said dismissively. One door swung open, and he marched across the parquet flooring into an office at the back. The threatening high squeal of the burglar alarm echoed through the empty room, fighting with the click of Leah’s heels as she jogged after him.
Ty punched a code into the box on the wall while Leah took in the little room.
“I didn’t know you had an office,” she said, running her fingers along the filing cabinets.
“You thought I spent all day living in a cupboard with a mop and a broom?”
“No…”
Ty snorted a laugh. “Yes, I have an office. Computer and everything, look,” he said, waving at the desk.
At the back of the room was another cupboard, which did contain a mop and a broom. Leah picked the mop and bucket up and held it out to him. “I wasn’t far wrong.”
“Better company than you get all day.”
“This is true,” she nodded, taking a scrubbing brush from a shelf.
Ty reached into the back of the cupboard and began to sift through the different bottles until he found the one he was searching for. He twisted the lid and carefully measured the liquid into the bucket before taking it outside. There was a tap on the wall. He filled the bucket with water. Leah watched as it frothed. The smell hit her, despite being outside.
“What is that?” she grimaced.
“My own special formula for removing spray paint.” Pride stretched through him.
“It smells like… I don’t know what it smells like!”
“It does the job. Here.” He tossed a pair of yellow rubber gloves toward her. “One of the pros of working in a secondary school is the chemicals,” he explained.
“O…kay…” she mouthed slowly, taking the marigolds and scrubbing brushes and following him back to the maths block. “I’ll admit,” she said, snapping the gloves onto her arms. “When you said you were into kinky stuff, I wasn’t expecting to wear these.” She wiggled her fingers at him.
Ty let out a loud laugh and pulled his own on. “Fetching, huh?” He dunked a brush into the bucket and slapped it against the wall, forcing the bristles against the gray-mottled brick. The black stains stared back at them, fighting against the water and soap, taunting them.
“It doesn’t appear to be working,” Leah said, soaking her brush in the liquid before rubbing over the same spot. Water dripped around her sandals. She jumped back and looked at the white bubbles on her toes. “Are they about to drop off?” she asked. “What’s in this?”
“Acetone mainly. You’ll be fine. It’s diluted.” He frowned at the wall and gave another scrub. Eventually a small patch of brick began to peek through the paint. “Bit of elbow grease.” He nodded and kept scrubbing.
After fifteen grueling minutes, Leah dropped her brush to the ground and tugged at the gloves. She wiped the back of her hand across her forehead, smearing drops of perspiration into her hairline. “I’m knackered,” she gasped.
“Come on,” he said, taking his own gloves off and dropping them onto Leah’s. “Let’s get a drink and then we’ll come back to it.”
They made their way to the staff room. Leah went straight to the small kitchenette and grabbed a couple of glasses, and filled them with water from the cooler. She downed the refreshing liquid.
“At least there isn’t much damage,” Leah said, draining a second glass. She ran a tap and rinsed out the tumbler before putting it on the draining board. “Did CCTV get anything?”
Ty shrugged. “Doubt it. The only real cameras are out the front. Everything else is just a deterrent.”
“Clearly that didn’t work.” She sat down on one of the long sofas and leaned back, stretching
her arms above her head. “Can’t believe I’m back in this place when I’m supposed to be on holiday.”
“It’s not too bad, is it?” He stood in front of her with his crotch at eye level.
“It has its positive moments.” She smirked. She grabbed his hands and used him to pull herself up. Slipping her arms around his waist, she took a step forward. Her hands drifted down until she was cupping his backside. “You know…” She stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his closed lips. “I’ve always fantasized about having you on my desk.”
Ty bit back a laugh. “It’s strange how much we have in common. Unfortunately, that is a fantasy that will have to wait.” He kissed her nose and moved back. “Because I have to finish clearing up.”
She couldn’t help but feel disappointed, waiting a beat before following him back into the fresh summer air.
The hot scent of summer embraced them as they walked across the vast space between buildings. The playground was normally known for being a wind tunnel, but there wasn’t even a slight breeze to take the edge off the burning heat.
Leah sat on the top step. She leaned back, pressing her palm into the hot concrete, watching as Ty stripped out of his T-shirt. He turned and threw it at her as if she were some fan at a music concert. Raising an eyebrow, she grabbed the garment and draped it over her knee. It was only when he turned back to face the wall and what was left of the graffiti that she lifted it and inhaled the remnants of his masculine scent.
It took less than ten minutes for him to finish cleaning the wall. He dumped the dirty water down a nearby drain, dropped the brushes into the empty bucket and walked back toward her. When he held his hand out for his top, Leah smirked.
“I prefer you like this,” she said, pressing a finger against the hard muscle that peeked above his jeans. She hooked into the waistband and gave a gentle tug.
“Do you?” It wasn’t a question that was meant to be answered, but she nodded anyway. He leaned down to her, knees braced on either side of her, smacking his lips on hers while reaching for the T-shirt gripped in her hand.
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