Mistletoe Kisses: A teacher/student romance

by Mariano, Sam

  I swallow, breaking his gaze and looking away. “It doesn’t matter now. If this is your way of getting back at me for smiling at a boy I have no interest in, then this was never going to work anyway. Good night, Cal—Mr. McLaren,” I amend, before turning around and reaching for my door handle.

  Stopping me with a firm hand on my shoulder, Mr. McLaren pulls me and turns me around. “Noelle,” he says more softly, more gently than I’ve ever heard him before. “I wasn’t doing anything to get back at you. Yes, I was irritated that you were clearly trying to make me jealous, but I’m not a child. I didn’t need to strike back. I know who has the power here, and I know where your interest lies.”

  That doesn’t help. Nothing will help. He wanted to fuck someone who wasn’t me tonight, planned to, so even if he doesn’t now that I showed up and ruined his plans, it hardly matters.

  At least, I’m pretty sure of that until he has the audacity to reach down and start pushing my skirt up. My eyes widen in stunned outrage and I reach down to shove his hand away.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I demand.

  “Touching what’s mine,” he states.

  My jaw drops open as he swats my hand away and reaches under my skirt, shoving his hand between my legs and palming my pussy. I’m horrified when he smirks to himself, feeling how wet I am.

  “That’s not for you,” I object, starting to try to move away from him.

  “Bullshit,” he says, casually pushing me back against the car and pinning my shoulder there to keep me in place.

  My cheeks flame. “It was for you earlier, before I knew you were a giant bag of dicks.”

  Indifferent to my anger, he slides two fingers beneath the delicate red lace and sends a jolt of shock and arousal straight through me as he touches my bare pussy.

  My body wants me to overlook his terribleness and let him caress me, but my mind won’t allow it. “Get your hands off me, Mr. McLaren,” I say, trying to remind him of his place.

  “No,” he says casually, sliding a finger inside me.

  I lean back, plastering myself against my car door and squeezing my eyes shut. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as his blunt fingertip brushes my clit and sends an intense wave of pleasure through me. My bones seem to disintegrate inside my body and I melt back against the cold metal supporting my weight.

  No longer needing to pin my shoulder against the car to keep me in place, Cal’s other hand moves to my hip and he begins to work my panties down.

  I need to stop him. I want to stop him.

  I can’t stop him. I know he’s a bastard, but his touch feels so incredible and I was already so wound up earlier fantasizing about him, I desperately need the release. I know it won’t even take him long to get me there, since I did so much of the work myself imagining him spanking me.

  I hate myself a little for bucking against his hand as he fingers me, but there’s so much pleasure coursing through my body, I don’t even care. My arousal ratchets up and up and up as he plays with me. I’m whimpering helplessly, still bent back against the car, needing him to make me come.

  Then he withdraws his finger, and I want to die. I don’t even move away from the car, get inside, and storm home like I should so I can finish myself off.

  Actually, I should shove him away, get in the car and lock the doors, and then finish myself off right here in front of him so he has to watch me come, knowing he can’t touch me. It would serve his sorry ass right, and get him used to how things are going to be from now on since he’s damn sure not going to touch me again after tonight.

  Just as I’m about to do the right thing, though, Mr. McLaren suddenly kneels. I’m confused as he lifts my feet one at a time and takes my panties off. I look down at him with a frown, preparing to ask what the hell he’s doing, but then he answers me without words.

  The damned man lifts me up like my weight is nothing, drapes my legs over his shoulders, and then before I can stop it, his mouth is on me.

  “Oh my God,” I squeak, my whole body shuddering as I grab desperately for something to hold onto. Between the car and his broad, sturdy shoulders I’m definitely not going anywhere, but I feel like I’m going to fall.

  I can only care for a fraction of a second, then the damned man shoves his tongue inside me and I think I’m going to explode on contact. It’s too much stimulation and I cry out, pushing myself against his face.

  He groans hungrily in response, his fingers digging into my hips as he eats me more aggressively.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, writhing helplessly against his solid jaw.

  I’m so overwhelmed, I think I might pass out. The winter air is so cold on my bare lower half, but his strong hands are so warm, and his tongue moving expertly against my clit is the greatest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I can’t believe anything can feel this good. And I really can’t believe we’re doing it out here where anyone could see us.

  But I don’t care. I lose my ability to think or function beyond chasing this pleasure to its inevitably wonderful end. Trusting he won’t let me fall even if he’s clearly okay with harming me in other ways, I ride his eager face, crying out as he nibbles and tongues me until my legs are trembling.

  It all happens so fast, it’s almost like it wasn’t even real, but the soul-deep pleasure that shoots through me as I come on my teacher’s face is the realest thing I’ve ever experienced. I can’t contain a weak, shattered scream as it rips from my throat. Cal just grips my hips harder and continues to lick and suck on me, wanting to give me every last bit of pleasure he can.

  I’m breathing hard during my recovery, still boneless and plastered against my car. I can see my own breath in the cold night air as I start to come back down. Cal has finally stopped licking my pussy, but he’s still holding me up with my legs bent over his shoulders.

  Now that the orgasm is over, the absolute outrageousness of this blatantly public sex starts to crash down around me. Even though he’s an asshole and I hate him now, my gaze drifts around. I didn’t mean to shout and I should have controlled myself better; I could have drawn attention. I don’t see anyone outside, but wow, that was reckless. Every bit of what just happened was insane and we’re both morons.

  “Let me down,” I say a bit hoarsely, my throat feeling a little raw.

  I almost expect him to object, but he doesn’t. He puts me back down on the ground carefully, making sure I can stand after that orgasm, then rises and straightens back to his full height.

  I feel a little vulnerable in the wake of the bone-melting pleasure he just filled me with, but I don’t want him to see it. “You’re still an asshole,” I inform him as I push my skirt back down and take a step away from my car.

  Cal’s lips tug up in amusement. “I know.”

  “I’m still mad,” I add.

  He nods, appearing unconcerned. “Why don’t you come inside so you can put your panties back on?”

  “And interrupt your date?” I ask scathingly. “But that would be so rude.”

  He sounds amused. “No ruder than what I just did.”

  Yeah, that’s true. There’s probably very little chance she’s going to fuck him after he just ate out some other girl in his driveway.

  But not no chance, because I did just let him eat me out after catching him on a date with someone else.

  Wow, what a mess.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell him. “I need to get out of here.”

  “Nonsense,” he says, like he still has any authority here. I want to say he doesn’t, but then he places a hand at the small of my back and moves me forward. “It’s freezing out here and you’re upset. You’re coming inside.”

  I can’t believe he’s honestly going to make me do this. I can’t even believe I’m going to let him. I’m sure his date peeked out here to see what was going on, so I can only imagine the fury that will be awaiting both of us on the other side of the door.

  My dumb side says, well, maybe she’ll be so mad she�
�ll just leave and then we’ll see what happens.

  Dumb, dumb, dumb.

  Nothing more is going to happen with this jerk. No fucking way.

  Thanks for the orgasm and the A on my paper, but we’re done here, Mr. McLaren.

  Cal.

  Sir.

  Done.

  Chapter Seven

  Callan

  Noelle is livid, but she allows me to drag her into my house anyway.

  I like her so much.

  Carla is sitting on the couch playing on her phone and sipping her wine. She looks up when we come through the door.

  Lifting a dark eyebrow as she looks Noelle over, Carla announces, “All right, I think we’ve taken the Elf on the Shelf craze a little too far.”

  Surly and annoyed, Noelle grabs her head, realizes she’s still wearing her elf hat, and promptly rips it off.

  Still amused, Carla says, “Hello, little elf. I’m Carla.”

  Noelle looks as if she’d rather die than speak to the woman sitting on my couch, so I step in to make the introductions before things get any more hostile. “Carla, this is Santa’s helper, Noelle.”

  Smirking, Carla says, “Didn’t look like Santa was the one she was helping.”

  Noelle’s cheeks are already flushed from being out in the cold, but now they turn an even deeper shade of crimson.

  “Noelle, this is my sister, Carla.”

  Her green eyes shoot to mine, wide and horrified. “Your sister?”

  Barely containing a smirk, I nod my head. “Blood relation and everything.”

  “Aw, did I make someone jealous?” Carla teases. “Listen, honey, if the man’s willing to kneel on freezing cold pavement to pleasure you, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

  Covering her mouth at first, then her whole face, Noelle utters a completely mortified, “Oh my God.”

  “Sorry, she’s brash,” I offer, since Noelle has obviously never met my sister before.

  “Well, she is your sister,” Noelle mutters. “Unapologetic boldness seems to run in the family.”

  “We’re all assholes,” I agree.

  “Speak for yourself, I’m a peach.” Carla sits forward and pats the seat beside her. “Come, let’s chat. I never get to meet anyone Cal’s… dating?”

  Noelle glances at me uncertainly, as if awaiting permission to stay and approach my sister.

  I hold out her panties. “Might want to put these back on first.”

  She stares at the red lace for a moment, then snatches them and walks away muttering, “Excuse me, I have to go die now.”

  I smirk, watching her ass as she walks toward the bathroom, hoping her skirt will swish and I’ll get a peek. No such luck. Shaking my head, I walk over to the couch and sit on the opposite side, leaving the middle seat open for Noelle.

  “So, she looks young,” my sister states. “Didn’t realize you’d started raiding day care centers for play dates.”

  “She’s legal,” I assure her.

  It’s mostly true. Noelle is 18. Would fucking her get me fired? Absolutely. But probably not thrown in jail.

  I can only say probably because I don’t know how vindictive her mother is or how well Noelle would hold up if her mother pressured her to lie. In any case, I knew the risks before I latched my mouth onto her pussy and I did it anyway, so I get what I get.

  “Oh, well, as long as she’s legal,” Carla says dryly, clearly unimpressed.

  Noelle returns pretty hastily. Her coloring has returned to normal, but she’s still looking at the ground like she’s been caught doing something shameful and she’ll never be able to look anyone in the eye ever again.

  Well, that won’t do.

  “Come here,” I tell her.

  Her gaze moves to the empty seat between me and Carla and she walks over, but before she can sit down, I lean forward and grab her around the waist, yanking her onto my lap.

  “What are you—? I can’t sit on your lap,” she objects, darting a glance at my sister.

  “Sure you can.” I curve my arm around her back and settle my other hand on the smooth flesh of her slim thigh.

  Just touching her thigh heats me up. The blood rushing straight to my cock reminds me that while I got Noelle off in the driveway, I didn’t get mine.

  I love my sister, but I wish she’d leave. There are a lot of naughty things I’d like to do to the pretty little elf shifting around on my lap, and I can’t do any of them with Carla here.

  I glance over at my sister, hoping she’ll do the polite thing and get the hell out of here now that I have company. Instead of looking in any way ready to leave, though, she’s regarding us with a pensive, somewhat disturbed expression on her face. “You guys don’t, like, have a Santa kink, right? Is that a thing? She’s dressed as an elf and sitting on your lap, and I’ve gotta be honest, I have questions.”

  Noelle grimaces. “No, no Santa kink. I was at work, that’s why I’m dressed this way.”

  “What kind of job requires you to dress like an elf?”

  Noelle absently smoothes down her elf skirt to better cover the thigh I’m not touching. “You know in the mall where kids can meet Santa and get their pictures taken?”

  Carla’s eyebrows rise. “Oh. Is that a lucrative field?”

  “No,” Noelle says on a little laugh. “It’s just an after school job, I’m only doing it for extra money for the holidays.”

  Ah, fuck.

  “After… school?” my sister questions, a note of concern in her voice.

  Noelle’s eyes widen momentarily in horror, but her gaze quickly darts to me and she does her best to look more casual. “College. I’m a full-time university student and I need to focus on my studies during the school year, so I, um—my parents—my mom—I’m lucky in that my mom finances whatever I need while I’m in school, so I don’t need more than a minimum wage, seasonal gig for extra Christmas money.”

  That wasn’t entirely smooth, but it could have gone much worse. Carla is clearly still skeptical since Noelle got so nervous about it. She probably didn’t buy it. She might pretend to for Noelle’s sake, to save her even more embarrassment, but she’s going to chew me out as soon as Noelle leaves.

  Tonight will be an annoyance, but while my sister will definitely disapprove, I’m not worried about her telling anyone.

  “That’s lucky,” Carla murmurs with an innocuous enough smile, but when her blue eyes land on me, it feels like laser beams are shooting out of them.

  Yep, I’m in for it.

  Since Noelle isn’t an idiot, she casts an anxious look my way, wordlessly apologizing for her slip-up. I don’t want her to worry about it. I’m the one who made the choice to pursue this, I knew all the risks involved, and if we had to encounter someone from the outside world together for the first time, I’m glad it was my sister.

  Now that I’ve had my tongue in Noelle’s untouched pussy, I suppose we’re going to have to have a talk about how to handle the outside world.

  I casually caress her thigh, a calm, steady movement to reassure her that everything’s fine. Since she’s right on my lap, I can feel the tension in her body. As I caress her thigh, it begins to melt under my touch.

  God, I wish my sister would leave.

  Maybe I don’t. If I haul Noelle to my bedroom and do even half the shit I want to do to her right now, I won’t be able to stop until I’ve fucked her. If she decides to let me have her virginity, it shouldn’t be like that. It shouldn’t be tonight.

  I guess I won’t kick my sister out of my house. Her presence here is literally the only thing keeping me from shoving Noelle to her knees and taking my cock out. I envision her looking up at me with those big green eyes as I grab a fistful of her red hair. Her mouth opening wide for me as I push my cock down her pretty throat, making her take it until she couldn’t take anymore.

  I shift again. This time I shift the wrong way and Noelle feels the hard bulge beneath her. I can see it in the way her eyes widen and she steals a glance
at me, but she quickly looks away, knowing as well as I do that nothing can be done about it.

  It’s hard to focus on anything else when I want to fuck her so badly. Vaguely, I hear Noelle and my sister conversing about Christmas shopping and exchanging ideas about what to get loved ones who are hard to buy for, but all I can think about is Noelle on the floor between my legs taking my cock. Consequently, the hard-on does not go away, and it takes every shred of decency I have (not something I have a lot of to begin with) not to haul Noelle off the couch and down the hall to my bedroom so I can get some relief.

  It’s not long before Noelle says she needs to go home. Carla says goodbye and remains on the couch. I walk Noelle to the door, wondering at the feasibility of following her outside and making her get me off in the dark alcove of my front porch. It’s cold as fuck out there, though. I’m surprised Noelle’s pussy didn’t frost over while I was eating it. But then I’m not; my tongue had her melting hot.

  I follow her outside anyway. Noelle backs herself up against the brick wall behind my door and looks up at me, all remorse and innocence. “I’m so sorry, I totally blew it in there. I slipped and then I didn’t know what to say.”

  I shake my head dismissively, leaning an arm against the side of the house and moving in close to her. There’s little point in pretending I don’t want her now, so I don’t. Her eyes light up with surprise when I bring a rough hand up to caress her jaw.

  “I like this costume, you know?”

  Noelle smiles, her green eyes dancing with pleasure. “It’s your Christmas spirit,” she tells me.

  I shake my head. “I’m pretty sure it’s the shortness of that skirt.”

  “Well, I’m supposed to be wearing candy cane stockings underneath, but I took them off in the car.”

  I frown, cocking my head curiously. “Why?”

  Now her cheeks flush a pretty pink that isn’t from the cold, and she shoots an almost sheepish look up at me. “I had this fantasy…” Biting down on her bottom lip, she shakes her head and breaks my gaze. “Never mind.”

  “Oh no,” I tell her, tipping her chin up so she has to look at me. “You’re finishing that thought. What kind of fantasy?”