Teacher's Pet

by Gigi Thorne

  "Coco, wait," he said softly. "Can't we talk about this?"

  "Nothing to talk about," I said coldly, loading up the dishwasher. "Unless you want to discuss what a lying jerkface you are."

  "We can discuss that," he said, and I looked up at him to find a smirk on his face, which only made me angrier.

  "Ugh!" I cried out. "Just leave me alone. I know what you did, Mr. Millay!"

  He approached me and I froze on the spot as he reached out for me, touching his fingertips to my hand.

  "Coco," he said gently. "I'm sorry I was a lying jerkface. I knew you'd find out eventually, but I didn't want to ruin this."

  "This?" I repeated bitterly. "And what is this exactly? Do tell, Mr. Millay, I'm all fucking ears!"

  "Language," he reminded me softly, and I rolled my eyes. "The answer is, it's whatever the hell you want it to be, Coco."

  I looked up into his eyes and swooned silently.

  "Language," I whispered.

  It made him laugh out loud, and his fingers wrapped around my chin, pulling me closer, the open dishwasher separating us. I didn't want to fall for it, but I succumbed nonetheless, and our lips met in a whisper of our names and a sweet kiss that turned deeper as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

  The man was magic, and he did things to me I didn't know how to explain. He kissed me roughly, like I belonged to him and he could treat me any way he wanted to, and I couldn't help myself. I moaned against his lips and relaxed against his touch, and when he pulled back, I wondered whether I was as starry-eyed as he was.

  "To be continued," he promised me, that evil smirk back on his face as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving me to catch my breath.

  9

  Theo

  The little vixen was toying with me, and she knew just how well it was working.

  The kiss we'd shared in the kitchen was on constant replay in my mind, and I wanted nothing more than to grab her by the waist, throw her over my shoulder and carry her the fuck out of there so I could have my way with her. But Coco wouldn't meet my eye afterward, and once we settled down for dessert, she busied herself with clearing more plates and serving the food, saying she wasn't hungry anymore.

  I knew I was getting to her, and a sick part of me loved that she was so unsure and scared. I wanted to exploit her, use her for my own enjoyment and show her bliss like she'd never known it. She was so very different from my now ex-wife. Quirky, special, and sweet - the perfect combination for a man like me. Too bad everything else about her screamed taboo and forbidden. I'd never be able to keep her. If I tried, her father would have my head.

  "This pie is amazing," I told Vanessa and she gave me a grateful smile. "Key lime?"

  "Yes, it's-" she started, but Coco swooped in and I grinned at her obvious jealousy.

  "So glad you liked it," she said icily, swiping my half full plate from the table with her eyes shooting daggers at me.

  "I'm not actually-" I said, but she glared and went off with my plate.

  I sighed and returned to the conversation, but throughout the meal, I could feel Vanessa's eyes on me, darting between her stepdaughter and myself, as if she suspected something was going on between us. I swallowed thickly, trying to play it cool and pretending everything was alright. After all, I'd been to the Garber's countless times before, and every other dinner had passed without incidents like these. But now Coco seemed to have set her mind to annoying me, and my thoughts were filled with putting her over my knee and spanking that tight little ass until she begged for mercy.

  "Coco," her father spoke up. "I heard from Theo you got detention the other day."

  She froze on the spot and spun around awkwardly, still carrying a plate and a half full glass of water she'd taken from me, punishment for God knows what. She was so easily offended, but instead of pissing me off, I found it endearing. Fuck, she'd really done a number on my head. I was getting addicted.

  "Yes," she replied tersely. "For no reason at all."

  "I thought there was quite a good reason," I cut in, winking at her father. "She did mouth me off in the hallway. Wasn't very nice of you, Coco."

  She pursed her lips and glared at me with pure hatred.

  "Maybe you deserved it," she said. "Did you ever think about that?"

  I raised my eyebrows at her and chuckled lightly.

  "Whatever you say, baby girl," I said, and she blushed furiously before retreating into the kitchen.

  I knew I'd overstepped, but once again, the only person who seemed to have noticed was Vanessa, whose eyes were firmly glued to me. I did my best to ignore it, choosing to take part in the conversation instead. I laughed and joked and talked for what felt like ages, and Coco never came back. Finally, I decided to excuse myself from the table.

  "Those numbers you mentioned," I said to her father. "Why don't I take a look at them now?"

  He started to get up from behind the table but I grinned, saying, "It's alright. You enjoy the dinner. I'll just go through the papers and come back in a little while if that's okay?"

  Thank God Vanessa was in the kitchen. I got the okay to go and left the dining room with my fingers eager to bury themselves in the sweet honey of Coco's pussy.

  I walked up the stairs, briefly pausing in front of her door, wanting to hate myself for what I was about to do, but not mustering enough strength to turn around and walk away from her. I was such a bastard, fucking her under her father's roof. But I couldn't help myself when it came to Coco Garber. She was my fucking kryptonite.

  I opened the door, walked inside and quickly closed it behind me.

  She was sprawled on her bed, her skirt around her waist and her fingers playing with her shaved pussy.

  "Coco," I growled, and her eyes went to mine desperately, clinging to every feeling that was plainly displayed in my gaze. "What the fuck are you doing?"

  "What does it look like?" she hissed, but her fingers never left that sweet little clit, flicking it this way and that, getting wetter and wetter for me. "Go away. I don't want you here."

  "No?" I asked, pouting at her as I slipped my suit jacket off. "You're not touching yourself to the thought of me right now, are you?"

  "Of c-course not," she stuttered, her dainty fingers working that cunt while I watched. "Go away."

  "Okay," I said gently, approaching her with slow measured steps. "Keep saying it, maybe third time's a charm."

  She stayed stubbornly quiet and I grinned at her as I came closer and closer.

  "Spread them wider," I instructed her, and she parted her legs, showing me how pretty that pussy really was. "Fuck me, Coco."

  "You fuck me," she said, reaching out for me, wrapping her hand around my tie and tugging until we both ended up on her bed, a mess of entangled limbs and heavy breaths.

  "Okay," I muttered, my fingers pulling at her clothes, desperate to get them off. "Get naked, right the fuck now."

  "I can't believe you did that to me," she said, and the brokenness in her voice made me hate myself. "How could you lie to me?"

  "Would you have done what you did if you knew it was me?" I asked her, and she looked away guiltily. "See, that's why. I wanted you. I still want you. On your knees, in my bed, begging for me."

  "But this is all a game to you," she said miserably. "You don't really want me, do you, Mr. Millay?"

  I looked at her sprawled on the bed, all innocent and yet so fucking sexy it blew my mind. I could lie to myself but I couldn't lie to her. My baby girl deserved the truth.

  "I do," I said. "I want you every day. I want you in my bed. I don't want to sneak around. I want you on my arm. I want you on my lap. I want your pussy on my face and my cock in all your holes. Are you willing to give me that, Coco?"

  She hesitated, and I moved closer to her, my hands wrapping gently around her throat and making her gasp.

  "Can you give me that, baby girl?" I asked softly, and her eyes found mine. "Tell me you can. Tell me you will be mine from now on, only mine, nobody else's. That you'll do everyt
hing to keep it that way."

  "I..." she started, biting her bottom lip nervously. "That's what I want too, Mr. Millay."

  I laughed out loud, shaking off my own insecurities as I traced my finger over her lips.

  "You're going to have to stop calling me that eventually, you know," I told her, and she grinned.

  "But you like it so much," she told me, and we both knew she wasn't wrong.

  There was something so deliciously fucked up about her addressing me as her teacher, and it made me rock hard.

  "I want you to suck my cock," I told her plainly, and her eyes widened. "Come on, baby. Lie on the bed, your head off the edge."

  She followed my instructions and I got up, walked to the foot of the bed and gently cradled her head in my hands.

  "You're going to have to open wide," I told her, and she parted her lips for me. "Wider than that, baby girl. You've seen my cock, haven't you? You think it's going to fit in there?"

  She mewled and opened wider, and I grinned as I took my cock out of my trousers and gently touched the soaked tip to her lips. I groaned and she moaned and I slipped inside, filling her mouth up until her eyes bulged and she grabbed onto my thighs to stop me.

  "Open," I told her. "Take it."

  She started making sweet, wet little noises followed by moans and I fucked her mouth like my life depended on it. It was so fucking addictive, her little whispers, the way she licked desperately, the way she sucked me like she only had one goal in mind and that was to get my cum out.

  "That's right," I muttered, my voice already strained from holding back. "Come on, do it like you mean it."

  She upped her game and I nearly burst all over her face as she started licking my balls, kissing, sucking, drinking me down, so desperate to make me come I thought she would do anything in the moment, even if somebody walked in. The added danger of being at her dad's place, with everyone right downstairs, made me harder than ever.

  "I need to come," I grunted. "You going to drink it down, Coco?"

  She nodded eagerly and I pulled out of her mouth, kissing her sweet lips deeply.

  "Please," she begged. "Just come inside my mouth..."

  "Not tonight," I said. "You're going to need some practice before you can swallow it all down. Show me your tits, baby girl."

  She pulled her clothes off, showing me her perky little boobs as I pointed my cock at them. She was desperate, eyes wild and her hair a pink messy halo as she stuck her tongue out. I worked my cock, not needing more than a couple of tugs until I grunted her name and sprayed her chest with my seed.

  She dipped her fingers in and pushed her tits up so she could lick it off, and it nearly made me lose my mind.

  We kissed for several long, delicious moments, and I tasted myself on her tongue. I had to muster up every last vestige of self-control to pull away from her.

  "I have to go," I told her regretfully. "I'll see you at graduation."

  She held on to my fingers, tugging me back for another kiss, and I almost caved. I wanted to stay with her so badly it wrecked me.

  "Don't wear panties," I instructed her.

  "Will you message me?" she asked softly, her voice so sweet and innocent it did things to my head. "My blog..."

  "Yes," I promised. "I will. As soon as I get home."

  She nodded then gave me a wicked little grin. I buttoned up and zipped my pants and left her lying on her bed.

  Vanessa caught me at the foot of the stairs, nearly giving me a heart attack.

  "There you are," she said pleasantly. "Would you care for a glass of Bourbon?"

  "I'm afraid I have to get going," I told her regretfully. "Could you tell Andrew the numbers are messed up for February? There are some large discrepancies with the accounting."

  "I will make sure he knows," she said, looking as if she was about to say something else.

  I did the only thing I could have done and walked toward the front door.

  "Oh!" Vanessa looked at me, touching my shoulder. "Where's your jacket? Let me go get it."

  I nearly burst into flames on the spot, remembering clearly where I'd left it. On the floor of Coco's room, right before I buried my cock in her sweet, wet little mouth.

  "I don't think I had one," I said roughly. "Maybe I left it in the car."

  "But..." Vanessa started, but I interrupted by leaving a fleeting kiss on her cheek.

  "I'll see you soon," I said. "Thanks for a beautiful dinner. The key lime was divine."

  "Oh, yes," she said, obviously a little confused. "I'm glad you enjoyed it..."

  I waved her off and walked out of the house. She stared after me for a few long moments before shutting the door, and once she did, I whistled and Coco appeared in her bedroom window, her tits still bare and her sinful body tempting as ever.

  I waved to her and she blew me a kiss.

  I got into my car a happy, sated man, ignoring the voice of reason that was telling me Vanessa definitely suspected something.

  10

  Theo

  Coco's little friend Derek was the valedictorian, and watching them laughing and talking to one another drove me crazy. Jealousy cut through me like a knife and I wanted to walk up to her and take her mouth in a vicious kiss so very badly I had to force myself to stay put. But now wasn't the time to push boundaries... Coco's father and Vanessa were in the crowd somewhere, and I couldn't bring myself to fuck up her life even more, as much as I wanted to be with her.

  I hadn't thought any of this shit through, and the realization hit me the other day after staying up all fucking night to text with her. She was everything I'd imagined her to be - witty, sweet, innocent and sexy as hell. I was falling in love... and hating myself with every pang in my chest, every time my cock throbbed with the need for her pussy. I was falling into a deep hole that I'd never be able to get out of. My career, my friendship with her father, my future... They'd all be fucked if I listened to her siren call. And I couldn't forget about Coco either... She needed a boy, not a man like me. She was too young to be dating me, too young to be dating at all.

  I wanted to hate myself but couldn't bring myself to stop. She was mine, had been since the day I'd laid eyes on her, and I wasn't about to walk away from the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  Watching her with Derek pissed me off, so I turned around while their parents flooded the lawn, taking photos of the high school graduates. Standing off to the side with nobody next to me, I felt lonely as fuck. I wanted Coco. I needed Coco. But how were we supposed to keep our fling going now? Her father was going to kill me.

  I waited until Derek finally buggered off, and then talked to a couple of other teachers, keeping an eye on Coco the whole time. I noticed her glancing at me but refused to acknowledge it, even though it secretly pleased me.

  I waited until I saw Derek was alone, then excused myself from the other teachers and walked up to the kid.

  I guess some girls would think he was cute with his floppy hair and crooked smile, but I didn't see the appeal unless you were into gangly teenagers. I gave him a smile which he returned and clapped my hand on his back.

  "Congratulations, valedictorian," I told him, and he beamed. "Very proud of you. Great job in English class this year."

  "Thanks, Mr. Millay," he said, obviously pleased with himself. "I got accepted into NYU!"

  "That's great," I told him, this time with a genuine smile.

  NYU. As far away from my Coco as possible. Fucking perfect.

  "So, any plans for the summer, kid?" I asked next, cocking my head to the side.

  "Oh yeah," he replied with a grin. "I'm going up to my family's place in Lake Tahoe."

  "Is that so?" I asked jovially. "Sounds like fun."

  "Coco's coming," he said, a nervous smile flooding his face. "Maybe we can finally..."

  I thought my head would explode on the spot. I wanted to strangle that fucking kid.

  "Finally?" I said through gritted teeth, but he seemed to sense my animosity and took a sma
ll step back, his eyes nervously flitting from mine to my fists at my sides. "Well, do go on, Derek. Spit it out, why don't you?"

  "Coco!" Derek called out like the pansy he was. "Coco, get over here please!"

  She appeared next to him, that pretty pink hair styled in pretty loose waves. She'd changed into a pretty pink bodysuit that was sleeveless and velvet, and a flippy skirt that drove me wild. Doc Martens on her mile-long legs and a bow choker around her throat. Fuck, I could barely stand to look at her without throwing her to the ground and having my way with her.

  "What's up?" she asked happily, shooting me a curious glance. "Did you tell Mr. Millay about our plans?"

  "Yeah," Derek said awkwardly, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "He... I think he's mad."

  "Why would I be mad, Derek?" I asked with a simple smile. "Miss Garber's free to do as she wants, and so are you. Good luck with NYU. I'm sure you'll knock their socks off."

  I turned around and started to walk away, and my heart fell a little when I realized Coco wasn't following me. But a part of me understood, too - we needed to be careful in public places like this. I didn't want her to get caught, because I knew her Dad would forbid me from seeing her if he found out now.

  But turns out that was the least of my problems.

  I reached the edge of the lawn when my eyes landed on a familiar sight. I sighed inwardly, looking at my old Porsche that my now ex-wife had won in our legal battle. Truth be told, I was more than happy to let her have it as long as it meant she was out of my fucking sight.

  Pamela was the biggest cliché I'd ever laid my eyes on. Not only did she cheat on me with the pool boy, she also attempted to make off with most of my money. Perhaps I'd been foolish in my rush to divorce her, but at least now the papers were signed and I was free of her tyranny. So what the hell was she doing at the school's graduation?

  As if on cue, my ex-wife stepped out of the car. The first thing I noticed was that her eyes were red-rimmed and she was sobbing. A part of me that still cared for her awakened, and I approached her quickly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.