Hot for Teacher: A Jane Porter Story

by Dominique Adair

  “Beers as Big as Your Head.”

  Santos barely glanced at the neon sign hanging over the doorway of a Bourbon Street bar. Who cared about copious amounts of beer when he was holding hands with a beautiful woman? His lips twitched when he noticed how her nose wrinkled as she grimaced.

  “How is this a good thing?” she asked.

  “I guess that would depend upon your idea of fun.” He shrugged. “If swilling cheap beer and puking up your intestines the next morning is your idea of a good time then have at it.”

  College-aged males were crowded near the open door in noisy clusters. Most carried bright plastic containers of liquor in a variety of colors not found in nature. Tall neon yellow glasses with grenade-shaped bottoms sported a drink of the same name while bright red Hurricanes, the cocktail made famous in New Orleans, came in every shaped cup imaginable. Two of the young men stood off to one side clutching head-sized beer cups, and both were looking a little worse for wear.

  “I’ll pass.” She looked away.

  The humid evening air was as thick as honey, and the scent of Cajun spices made his stomach rumble. It hadn’t been his idea to hit Bourbon Street, but Jane had begged so prettily that he couldn’t deny her the experience. This was her first trip to the Crescent City, and she was determined to see all of the sights she’d read about.

  While Santos met two potential vendors for the vineyard, she and Antonio had gone out to the marshes where they’d learned to throw a cast net, an effective if old-fashioned way to catch shrimp. They’d met up at the hotel and when he’d kissed her he’d tasted the spicy kick from the crawfish boil from their lunch.

  Antonio said she’d had such a good time then suggested they’d have to bring her back when they could spend a couple of weeks instead of only four days. That wasn’t nearly enough time to taste all of the delights this unique city had to offer and he didn’t want her to miss anything.

  Santos squeezed her hand, and she looked up at him. “Are you ready for some amazing barbeque and the best jazz you’ll ever experience?”

  She gave an excited little bounce. “I’m starved. Let’s go.”

  Her smile was wide and sunny, and he felt the warmth of it clear to his toes. Her pale skin had picked up some sun today giving her a healthy glow while the humidity caused wisps of blonde hair to curl about her face. She was dressed simply in khaki shorts, a white tank top and white tennis shoes that showed off her mile-long legs. Jane Porter was the picture of a thirty-something American woman, statuesque, confident and very beautiful. He’d seen more than a few admiring glances directed her way.

  Growing up in Europe, both he and Antonio had been surrounded by some of the most gorgeous women in the world. Going by the current standards of beauty, Jane would be considered overweight by some foolish individuals though he thought she was perfect. Whoever decided that females should look like pre-pubescent children rather than a full-bodied, curvy woman with soft hips and breasts had never met his Jane. She had that indefinable something, a particular sway in her walk and that certain glint in her eye that lifted an ordinary woman to extraordinary heights.

  In his eyes, Jane was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her physical qualities along with her business acumen, quick mind and somewhat bawdy sense of humor combined to create a woman who kept both he and Antonio utterly charmed. There was no doubt their relationship was unorthodox, two men sharing the same woman both in and out of bed, but it worked out well for them. For a man without a blood family, he knew he was blessed to have two people who loved him as much as they did.

  Santos guided her back to Conti Street where their car and driver waited. The street was crowded and he kept a sharp eye out for grifters and thieves. All it took was a pointed look from him and potential troublemakers were convinced to take the night off. With his early years spent running wild on the streets of Barcelona, Santos knew how to handle those who wished him ill.

  Beside him, Jane stumbled over an uneven brick and he slid his arm around her waist. The soft curve of her left breast pressed into his side, and he inhaled the sweet scent of female flesh and healthy sweat. His groin tightened, reminding him that it had been a week since last he’d taken a long hard ride with this lovely creature beneath him.

  As they approached the car, the driver’s side door opened and Aubrey, their driver, stepped out. The New Orleans native reminded Santos of a young Louis Armstrong with his deep bass voice and quick smile. He opened the back door for them.

  “Did you have a nice time, miss?” His accent was rich and luckily for them, not so garbled that they couldn’t understand him.

  “I did. This city is such great fun.” She was grinning as she climbed into the car.

  “Good, good.” He looked over to Santos. “Where to, sir?”

  “Vaughan’s on Lesseps.” Santos followed Jane into the car and sank back on the soft leather seat. Aubrey had left the car running so the air from the vents was cold and refreshing. Santos slid an arm around his woman and enjoyed the way she cuddled into him.

  “So you’re looking for some authentic jazz are you?” Aubrey’s brilliant teeth flashed against his smooth black skin and he nodded approvingly. “Yes, sir, you picked the right spot. Not many visitors know ’bout Vaughan’s, sir.” Putting the car in gear, he pulled away from the curb.

  “I’ve been here on several occasions, and I make it a point to stop in when I visit,” Santos said.

  “Do you enjoy jazz, miss?”

  “Oh, very much.”

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Aubrey was saying.” You’re going to have a good time tonight, miss, a very good time.”

  Her hand landed on Santos’s thigh and he looked down at her in time to catch sight of her tongue moving across her lower lip. He leaned down to growl in her ear.

  “Keep it up, and we’ll spend the rest of the evening in the car.”

  “Mmm, that’s your job.” Her teasing gaze dropped to his groin. “Keeping it up that is.”

  Santos laughed, and it was a very long twenty minutes later before they reached their destination. Vaughan’s was a somewhat ramshackle white building with two big windows facing the street complete with the obligatory neon liquor signs throwing patches of color onto the sidewalk. Two long benches, one under each window, were full of patrons catching a breath of air having a smoke.

  “This is it?” Jane looked surprised.

  “Don’t let old Vaughan’s fool you, miss, it’s the best Jazz place in town.” Aubrey smiled wide. “And tonight Kermit Ruffins is in the house. Yes indeedy, you’re in for a real treat, a real treat.”

  Santos helped her from the car then told the driver to park and come on inside as well. Following the aroma of spicy barbeque, he led her across the street to an old pickup truck where a group of men gathered around a smoky grill. After buying their dinner they headed to the club patio to eat while local musicians got the crowd warmed up before Kermit Ruffins took the stage.

  A waitress met them at the table with bowls of red beans and rice along with two ice-cold beers. Settling back in his chair, he couldn’t decide what was most enjoyable, the music or Jane’s excitement.

  “This place is amazing,” she shouted over the energetic music.

  “I knew you’d love it.”

  He had to remind her to eat as she kept losing herself in the music and her feet were tapping madly against the cement. When Kermit and his band took the stage, she reached for his hand. Wordlessly, he pulled her to her feet as the band swung into a rousing version of Skokiaan, an energetic tune that made it impossible to remain still. Sprits were high and everyone was out to have a great time.

  They slipped into the dark club and claimed a spot on the miniscule dance floor. Pulling her close, he realized this was the first time he’d seen her dance so he wasn’t surprised to realize that she danced with the same sensual abandon that she had in bed. Jane simply allowed the music to sink into her body and take control.

  After several
songs he stepped back to the edge of the floor to watch her. The lighting was low, but her golden hair glowed like a beacon. With her eyes closed, she didn’t see the heads that turned in her direction as she moved in time to “Can’t Take My Baby Nowhere”. Her slim hands stroked her lush thighs before sliding over her belly then between her breasts to her throat. By the time they reached up and over her head in a move vaguely reminiscent of a bondage position she favored, his cock was fully stiff and throbbing.

  When the song ended, applause broke out on the floor and her eyes flew open. He laughed at the look of shock on her face when she realized they were clapping for her. Jane’s gaze sought his but before she could move, a young black man asked her to dance. She looked at Santos again, and his subtle nod had her taking him up on his offer.

  Returning to their table just outside the patio doors, he kept a close eye on his woman. After her solo dance it seemed as if every man in the place wanted to touch her, talk with her, dance with her. Vaughan’s was a legendary jazz bar, but it was also a rough place and he couldn’t afford to let down his guard.

  With each passing hour, he watched her charm everyone in the place. Men bought her drinks and she laughed, danced and flirted outrageously with them, but it was Santos that her gaze sought out time after time. And it was he who would take her beneath him later. It was his cock that would pound into her pussy again and again until she begged him to stop.

  Jane Porter was his.

  Slowly, his hunger built to a near fevered pitch by the time they left around three in the morning. Aubrey brought the car around, and they tumbled into the back in flurry of limbs and need. Santos hit the privacy button, and the darkened screen slid into place sealing them into their own little world. The car wasn’t even moving before they fell on each other like wild dogs.

  His body covered hers on the comfortable seat, his hands running over her luscious curves as their mouths met in a scorching kiss. Her skin was silken beneath his hands and even as he reminded himself to be gentle with her it was a lost cause.

  Shoving the cotton tank top over her breasts, her bra confounded him so much that he simply tore it off with his hands. Her breasts were full and heavy and her nipples were hard. He dropped his head to take one into his mouth and mewled like a kitten. Skimming his hands over the soft curve of her stomach, he made quick work of the zip and button on her shorts. He had no intentions of making love to her in the car, but if he didn’t get a taste of her body, he was going to lose his mind.

  Quickly he moved to the floor then pulled her upright. Jane looked dazed, her eyes a stormy green illuminated only by slices of overhead streetlights. Luckily for him she seemed to understand his urgency as his hands were suddenly replaced with big clumsy mitts that couldn’t handle the simple task of removing her shorts. Lifting her hips, she shimmied them down her legs to reveal a miniscule pair of white cotton panties.

  The scent of her arousal lured him closer, and he moved between her legs to nuzzle her pussy through the damp cloth. Her hands came down on his head and he inhaled her essence. His cock ached within the confines of his jeans with a rush of blood to his groin that made him lightheaded. It took everything he had to keep from tearing at the cloth and burying himself deep in her slick heat.

  Instead he kissed the sensitive skin above her belly button, and he felt her tremble. She used to be self-conscious about this gentle curve, and it had taken a few months to disabuse her of the idea that her body was pudgy. Jane was exquisite with her lush feminine curves. They’d spent many hours simply stroking her, seducing her with their hands and their assurances of her beauty.

  Working his way up her torso, he avoided her breasts and focused on her collarbone…ears…then up one arm and down the other as he covered her with kiss after kiss. When he caressed each fingertip with his mouth her gentle sighs of pleasure spurred him on. Working his way down to her breasts, Santos took a nipple into his mouth and Jane broke her silence with an earthy, sexy moan.

  Her breasts were a delight to him. They were so sensitive it was possible to bring her to orgasm without touching her anywhere else. He suckled, plucked, flicked and nipped the tight bud and her response was immediate. Her hips arched upward and her hands clutched at his shoulders.

  Dropping his hands to her knees, he pulled her toward him then touched the wet cotton covering her pussy. As he stroked her through the cloth, she whimpered his name. His hand was shaking when he pushed the narrow placket aside to dip into her flesh. Penetrating her with two fingers, Santos gritted his teeth against the rush of lust. Sliding his cock into her body was a heady experience, but when he fucked her with his hand, he felt the way her engorged flesh tried to keep him inside her body. Working his hand against her, he reveled in her total capitulation.

  He sucked in a shocked breath when she latched onto his ears and forced him to release her nipple. Her mouth was hot against his, and their tongues tangled and fought for supremacy, all the while his hands kept up a sensual dance. He was merciless in his ministrations, not slowing until he’d brought her to orgasm twice in quick succession.

  “I can’t take any more.” Her head thrashed against the leather seat. While her mouth said one thing her body told him another story entirely. Her sweet pussy rippled with fading spasms, and her cream dampened the seat.

  “I’ll decide when you have enough.”

  His tone was brusque, and he added a third finger to her slippery passage. Locating the swollen flesh pressing against the tips of his fingers, he stroked it with firm, direct pressure until she was sobbing his name over and over. Only then did he lower his head to give her the kiss he’d fantasized about all night. His mouth covered her clit, and he licked and sucked the hardened bud, all the while continuing to manipulate the fat little pad behind her pubic bone. Her hips bucked, and her breathing became ragged.

  “Please, I need to come,” she moaned.

  Flicking his tongue against her salty sweet pussy, Santos tightened the circular motion of his fingers. Her sheath tightened, and he pressed harder, working his tongue and fingers at the same time until she was screaming. She bucked beneath him and ribbons of cream poured from her pussy over his hands. Gently he backed off, painting her sex with cream until she quieted. He was quite sure there was no sight lovelier than a woman in full orgasm.

  “Santos, you take my breath away.” When she reached for him, he moved forward to kiss her. His cock ached, and he thought his balls might be in danger of atrophying. But he enjoyed kissing her so much that he loathed stopping. It wasn’t until she whispered in his ear that he could bring himself to.

  “I want you to come.”

  He shuddered at the images her words evoked. Gulping in deep draughts of air, he moved back then was surprised when she didn’t reach for him. Instead she watched him through sleepy sexy eyes and she started to fondle herself. His throat tightened until he could scarcely breathe.

  Fuck, she’s killing me.

  Their seduction had begun when they were walking down Bourbon Street simply holding hands. It continued at Vaughan’s where she’d danced for him in a room filled with dozens of strangers. Here in the back of the car he’d tasted her cream and touched her intimately until her throaty cries begged for release. Now, watching her stroke her pussy broke what little restraint he had left.

  In short order he freed his cock from his pants, but when he moved between her legs she shook her head. Lifting her hand, she rubbed her sweet cream in the valley of her breasts until her flesh gleamed. He understood what she wanted and was more than happy to oblige her. When she lay flat on the seat, he straddled her body to press his hard cock between her breasts. Jane pressed them closer, encasing him in a silky channel of cream and soft fragrant skin.

  He thrust slowly, wanting to pace himself but it was difficult. Her big green gaze flicked from his face to his cock fucking her breasts. She squeezed her breasts tighter around him, and he moaned. Leaning forward, he braced his arms against the door and began to stroke harder un
til the head of his cock almost bumped her chin. Pre-come leaked from the head and the tension and friction was incredible. But it was her whispered words that sent him over the edge.

  “Come all over me, lover.”

  Unable to do anything other than follow the dictates of his body, he thrust harder, faster as his balls threatened to climb up into his body. A cry caught in his throat when his orgasm tore through him in a torrent of brilliant light and a burst of white-hot come. It splashed her chin, her throat and marked her breasts and he shuddered at the sheer eroticism of their act.

  When the storm passed he managed to avoid collapsing on her like a side of beef by sliding to the floor. She watched him with a satisfied smile as her slender fingers rubbed his come over her breasts. His sluggish mind struggled to catch up with what just happened and it took a few minutes before he realized she’d turned the tables on him.

  This time the master had received a dose of his own medicine.

  Chapter Four

  Seated on the balcony, Jane basked in the warmth of the late morning sun. As much as she loved living in Denver, there was a certain quality to the air here that seemed to sink the heat through her skin and settle deep in her bones. She was feeling so lazy she was thinking about taking a nap after brunch even though she’d been awake less than an hour.

  “More beignets, miss?”

  The butler placed a small dish containing three more of the decadent fried dough squares buried beneath a mound of powdered sugar next to her coffee cup, and she eyed them with great longing. The first serving had disappeared into her mouth as if she’d inhaled them, and if she weren’t careful these would share the same fate. She couldn’t afford the calories as her plus-sized body had a tendency to horde anything sweet and attach it straight to her ass.

  Besides, what women could feel good about visiting the Marché d'Esclave after sucking down three thousand calories before noon?

  “I probably shouldn’t—” she began.

  “In that case, do you mind?” With a wicked twinkle in his eyes, Santos reached for her plate and she slapped his hand away.