by K. Langston
Tabitha stepped down from the podium, instructing the children to review the notes they were struggling with and to keep quiet. “What are you doing here?” she harshly whispered when she was close enough for me to hear.
I pushed from the wall. “I had to see you.”
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I checked in with the office.” I proudly showed her my visitor’s pass. “The nice lady up front was most helpful.”
Tabitha sighed, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m sure she was.” She looked down at her feet, the children, and then me. “Listen Barrett, I…”
Reaching out, I pulled her against my chest and wrapped my arms around her waist. “You’re not getting rid of me, so stop trying.”
“Miss Warren has a boyfriend,” A chubby kid with big square glasses pointed and grinned. The rest of the children began to laugh.
“What’s your boyfriend’s name, Miss Warren?” A tiny blonde girl asked.
“He’s not my…”
“Barrett, my name is Barrett,” I answered. “What’s your name?”
“Avery,” the girl answered, her cheeks blushing red.
Releasing Tabitha, I walked over to the swarm of kids. They couldn’t be any older than twelve, maybe thirteen. “Mind if I hang out with you guys for a while?”
“No!” They all said in unison.
I removed my coat and loosened my tie, taking a seat at her desk. With her lip trapped angrily between her teeth, she stepped back up and took her place behind the podium. “Alright now, settle down. Let’s take it from the top.”
For the next forty five minutes, my attention was focused solely on her. Tabitha exuded confidence and patience. Even when a few of the students were disruptive, she gently put them back in place with a single look. She was remarkable to watch. Passionate, encouraging, and sexy as hell. There were so many dirty thoughts running through my mind. Things a man should never think about while in the presence of children.
When the bell rang and the class were dismissed, Tabitha stepped down from the platform. “Enjoy the show?” she asked, moving behind the desk.
I spun the chair to face her. “You have no idea.”
“You’re a distraction,” she informed me with a remarkable smile.
“I’m a distraction? Christ woman, have you looked in the fucking mirror lately?”
Looking down, she raised one brow, eyeing the bulge in my pants. “Seriously?”
“I’m hot for teacher.” I gripped the backs of her knees, pulling her between my open legs.
Breathlessly, she placed her hands on top of my shoulders. “That’s a great song.” I closed my eyes, appreciating her touch. I leaned forward, pressing my nose to the V between her legs, inhaling her addicting scent.
Peaches.
The woman tasted and smelled like fucking peaches. “Barrett, we can’t do this here,”
I wanted her now and by the flush on her cheeks, it was pretty obvious she wanted me, too. Standing up, I gripped the sides of her neck, pulling her lips to mine for a hungry kiss. I’d never felt such a sense of urgency in all my life, to claim a woman… make her mine. “I’m taking you to dinner, then to my place where I plan on being inside of you for hours,” I mumbled against her lips. “Maybe even days.”
“I told you I’m not sleeping with you.” She retreated from my arms.
I checked my watch and then met her glare. “Let’s go before you piss me off.” Her chest flushed an angry red, climbing up her pale neck and settling deep on her cheeks.
I reached for my coat, heading for the door. She was hot on my heels. “You arrogant son of a bitch. Who do you think you are?”
Spinning around, she collided into my chest. I gripped her upper arms, looking down into her jaded eyes. Eyes that conveyed far more than her mouth ever had the courage to. “I won’t lie. I want to be inside of you so badly I can hardly think straight. I want to feel every inch of you wrapped around me in every way imaginable, but mostly, I want to find my way inside here,” I finished with a finger to her chest. “So stop fighting it, I know you want me too.”
Her mouth fell slack at my confession, but she quickly recovered. “I may want to fuck you, but that is the only thing I want from you.”
“Oh, trust me baby, you’ll want more.”
“I’ve never fucked a man I couldn’t walk away from,” she said. “Ever.”
“See, that’s the thing. You won’t be fucking me. I’ll be the one fucking you.”
I wasn’t sure what shut her up, my words or my lips on hers. Either way, it got her inside my car and exactly where I wanted her to be.
With me.
Sex is emotion in motion.
~ Mae West
Barrett’s ruthless persistence continuously eliminated any resistance on my part. I tried to fight what I felt for this man, but each time he countered with actions and words far too powerful to ignore. The will to stop what was happening between us had officially been abandoned as I sat across from him at dinner. Those sharp eyes never strayed far from me, making silent promises each time they caught mine. It would be incredibly easy to give in to him and all of these feelings I had inside. Conversation flowed.
So did my emotions.
“Any siblings?” he asked, curiosity resting in his eyes.
“No, just me. What about you?” I sipped from my second glass of wine.
“Two sisters. Both just as stubborn as you.”
“I’m not stubborn. I’m smart. Smart enough to steer clear of a man like you.”
He studied me for a moment.
Assessing.
Pinching his brows together, he dropped his voice. “A man like me?”
“Yeah, a man like you. I’m pretty sure you have interns bent over your desk daily, Barrett. Why the hell are you so insistent on having with me?”
“Don’t,” The sound of his voice sent a chill down my spine. “Don’t ruin this because you’re afraid.”
“Afraid?” I laughed nervously. “Afraid of what?”
“Afraid of a man like me. A man who knows what he wants and will fight like hell to get it, and keep it.”
“Do you really expect me to believe all of that? You do remember Maddie right? My best friend? We were roommates for nearly seven years. She told me everything.”
“And?”
Shit.
“And…” I scrambled for something else to throw in his face, but the look in his eyes told me he was on to my bullshit.
Arms crossed over his chest, a forefinger worked feverishly back and forth across the skin of his upper lip. I hung on to the edge of my chair, wondering what he would say next while I searched for my own words. “I’m not letting you go. We both know you put up this hard ass front to keep men like me out. I get it. And quite honestly, I can’t blame you. Only difference between me and them- I can see right through you. I see the woman you want to be when you’re with me. Question is… are you brave enough to set her free?”
No, I’m not.
But I was willing to give him a piece of her. He’d earned that much. No matter how hard I tried to refuse him, I simply could not. It was almost pathetic the way I latched on to this desperate need. The need to be someone’s, anyone’s…something. When he invited me back to his place after dinner, I never even gave it a second thought. The door to his apartment shut and I found myself pressed against it.
Lips on mine.
Dropping my purse to the floor, I threw my arms around his shoulders. He tilted his head back and forth, searching for the perfect depth, the perfect reach, his merciless mouth doing serious damage to my heart and my mind. I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he lifted my dress up and over my head. “Legs,” he grunted, lifting me to wrap around his waist.
Walking us through the apartment, greedy hands roamed the sensitive skin of my back. Deft fingers unhooked my bra. I released his mouth and neck long enough to fling it across the room before I took his lips once more. Barre
tt located a wall inside of his bedroom. He squeezed hard, digging his fingers into the skin of my ass while he buried his tongue deep inside my mouth. Barrett jerked me from the wall, his mouth still firmly attached to mine as he laid me down on the soft bed. “Why are you still dressed?” I pushed out between kisses. His mouth was hungry, his hands slow and steady.
“I can’t stop kissing you.”
“Take off your clothes.”
He lifted his weight off me, dragging a thumb across my tingling bottom lip. “My weakness,” he whispered. “I’ll do whatever they say.”
Shifting from the bed, he began to strip. Which was far better than any night spent watching Magic Mike. Barrett was in great shape. Lean and cut in all the right places, his body was flawless. I wanted to lick and suck every beautiful inch of him.
“I love the way you look at me.” he smiled.
“How do I look at you?”
“Like I’m all you see.”
If he only knew.
“Kind of hard to miss.” I nodded to his magnificent cock pointing straight at me. I licked my lips, holding his heavy gaze. Lifting my ass from the bed, I tucked my thumbs inside the band of my panties and slipped them off.
Eyes still locked with mine, he stroked himself, making me breathe with frustration and need. I was going to come just watching him, and my throbbing clit agreed. “Touch yourself,” he said, and my trembling fingers found the drenched flesh between my thighs. “Fuck, baby.” He stroked harder. One knee fell to the edge of the bed and Barrett shifted forward, positioning himself between my open legs. “Wider.” The rasp of his command sent a shiver across my skin. Releasing his cock, both hands moved to the pillow beneath my head while his delicious tongue tangled with mine, searching for more than a moan of pleasure. Drawing smaller and smaller kisses, his parted mouth hovered above mine. The intense look in his eyes paired with the two fingers moving in and out of me… shattered my world.
“Yes,” I breathed, my greedy pussy clenching for more.
A flash of light sparked in his eyes when he found what he was looking for. “There are so many ways I’m going to make you come, but right now, I need to watch you fall to pieces right here. I need to look into your gorgeous eyes while I find my way inside of you.” A sharp breath tore through the bated ones and I found it impossible to look away. The trust I saw when I looked into his eyes, the passion.
Unhinged me.
I fell apart beneath him while he kissed my trembling lips… my cheeks… my nose. He moved them down my body, hitting each and every erogenous zone he could find along the way. I’d always wanted a man like this, a man who paid attention, a man who listened to a woman’s body.
Too bad I can’t keep him.
Spreading my legs wider, his fingers dug into my flesh as he covered me with his mouth. He took long, hungry swipes, savoring and devouring me all at once. I came hard, bucking my hips as the powerful orgasm sliced through the final thread of my sanity. I clawed the bed, whimpering God’s name… his. I tried to shove him back as another wave of heat rushed in, but he wouldn’t let up. Unhinged may not have been an appropriate term for what he was doing to me. The man was…
Unleashing me.
Gripping the sides of his thick hair, I yanked his head back and he released my clit with a loud suckle. Then he reached over and opened a drawer, retrieving a condom from the bedside table. I closed my eyes, anticipating his touch. Rubbing the head of his cock up and down the seam of my slit, my mind spun with desire. “Fuck me, Barrett.” I lifted my hips, demanding all he had to give.
“I know you can do better than that. Come on, let me hear that filthy mouth of yours.” A hard smack landed on the side of my thigh as he settled between my legs.
I released a charged breath. “I want you to fuck me so hard and deep, I feel you for days.”
My vision blurred and I swear I saw stars when he slammed into me. Hard and punishing, he buried himself deep as strong fingers painted bruises on my hips, holding me in place, fucking me with all his might. The growl that rumbled from his chest was so raw… it exposed yet another beautiful layer of the man above me.
Barrett began to move faster, spreading me wider with an elbow hooked under my knee. He pounded harder, hitting me in places I never knew had nerves. My body was on fire.
My chest… an inferno.
Slowing his thrusts, he continued to move inside of me. “You feel so fucking good. This pussy was made for me to eat… fuck… keep. Tell me it’s mine.” I closed my eyes, my body tightening beneath his. “Look at me,” I opened my eyes. “Tell me.”
“Yours.”
His lips took mine in a kiss that made my insides explode. Then he found his own release with a low growl in my ear. We fell together in a satisfied heap of sweaty limbs. Barrett rolled, making his way to the bathroom while I struggled to find air and good sense. Eventually, I found enough of both to get up from the bed and reach for my panties. I didn’t get a foot in before I found myself being pushed back into the bed and beneath him. “I’m not finished with you.”
“Barrett, we can’t...” I started, feeling him harden against my thigh. I looked down with a smirk before bringing my eyes back to his smiling face.
A soft grind of his hips and I conceded. “Fine, one more time.”
Barrett’s mouth covered my nipple, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. “Whatever you say, baby.”
He gave me two more sheet clawing orgasms before we found sleep in each other’s arms.
After quietly slipping from the bed, I snagged my panties and held my breath, creeping across the bedroom. I tip toed to the door, slowly twisting the knob before ducking out. I scurried through the dimly lit apartment, retrieving my bra along the way. I found my dress and shoes in front of the door and dressed as quickly as I could.
I’d just shouldered my purse when the wind was yanked from my lungs in a harsh gasp. “Going somewhere?” Barrett’s voice was gravely and thick, smothered in irritation and sleep. I spun in place and found him standing several feet away from me. Fuck me hair pointing in every direction, his hands were planted firmly on his narrow hips, naked as the day he was born. “Back in bed.”
The look on his face told me not to push him, but what did I do? “No.”
Three steps and he had me against the door, shoving the strap of my bag from my shoulder. Strong hands moved to the neckline of my dress. Gripping the fabric, he ripped it down the front. “I want to see you try and walk away from me now.”
My hand landed across his face as a pit of fire grew hot in my belly. “Asshole!”
“Fight me all you want.” He reached for my panties, effectively ripping them from my body to join what was left of my dress. I shoved at his shoulders, balling my fists to pound on his chest before one hand fell between my legs, and then two fingers found their way inside of me. Barrett fisted his other hand in my hair, jerking back to expose my neck. I continued to struggle. He yanked harder, yielding me to him completely. His fingers continued to move in and out slowly. “Is this how I get you to stop fighting it? Take what I want?”
Yes.
I was afraid he’d already seen it, buried deep beneath the surface.
The need to be taken.
To be wanted.
To be…
His lips met the heated skin of my neck, releasing warm wet kisses along the line of my throat while his fingers fucked me.
Slowly.
Tortuously.
“Wider.” I did as he said, giving myself over to the moment.
To him.
Barrett released my hair and fell to his knees, removing his fingers. I whimpered. “You have such a hungry little pussy. I’m going to make sure it stays well fed, baby.” A low mewl leaked from my mouth as his tongue swiped between my wet slit. Then he did it again, and again and again, savoring every lick. He buried his face, his tongue centering right at my clit while his lips moved against me.
Eating.
Drinking.
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sp; Devouring.
Tugging at my weakened legs, he sprawled out on his back across the floor, centering me on top of his glorious face.
A dream come true.
My hands fell to the hardwood behind his head while his arms wrapped around my upper thighs. His mouth attached to my pussy, urging my hips back and forth. The whisper of spiky whiskers created a delicious burn on my inner thighs. Every time I moved, he growled, the vibration creating an uninhibited feeling. I screamed his name, begging for more, vigorously riding his gorgeous face. Reaching up, he twisted my nipples, squeezing them between his fingers so hard, I threw my head back and came. Bursting into flames with an explosion of heat so intense, I fell forward in an attempt to crawl away from his destructive mouth. He continued, consuming every drop of pleasure he’d given.
He finally released me and I rolled to my back, searching for the air needed to think straight… but I didn’t get the chance. Reaching for my purse, he dropped it next to me. “Condom. Now.”
I blindly dug for a condom, found it and had it rolled on in seconds. The piercing thrust of his cock filled me with his want and his need, demanding with his body that I give it back to him. Barrett settled into a ruthless rhythm, gripping my legs while he fucked me on the floor in front of the door with a brilliant fire of strong desire and determination. Barrett pulled out, unsheathing the condom from his cock. He stroked himself above my stomach, muscles tensed, jaw locked tight as the first shot of his release covered my skin, marking me.
Making me his.
I lay there covered in proof that in this moment, I belonged to him. I silently wondered if after this, I would ever find the will to walk away. And even if I did… would Barrett ever let me?
I continued to search for it in his car, in the faculty parking lot, within the confines of his heated mouth, but my self-control had been stolen from me. I never wanted this kiss to end. Thankfully, I’d showered at Barrett’s so I wouldn’t be too late for work. Can’t say it did any good, though. We spent more time fucking than washing. I couldn’t get enough of him. His tongue tangled with mine, drowning me in his addicting affection. I wanted to dedicate an entire day to just this, his amazing mouth.
