Teacher's Pet Complete Series (8 page)

I anticipated his touch so much the tension began to hurt. His slightest movements made me squirm, as I tried to imagine what he would do to me. I knew whatever he did would result in pure pleasure. My body was electrically charged. Each and every one of my cells was sizzling, and I was sure I would spontaneously combust if the man didn’t hurry up and kiss me.

His fingers slid across my cheek and down the space between my breasts. My nipples hardened in response, poking through the lace material of my bra. I shifted my legs to prolong my delight and felt my panties grow moist with my desire. “I’ve never wanted somebody as much as I want you right now.” I admitted breathlessly. “It scares me a little to have these feelings.” Not only was his presence loosening my inhibitions, he was also pulling confessions out of me that exposed my insecurities. I had thought I was the one in control, but the reign seemed dangerously tenuous. All he had to do was call my bluff.

Simon didn’t respond with words. Instead, he ran his nose along the length of my shoulder and kissed a sensitive spot on the curve of my neck. My nipples tightened even further until they peaked into rounded pebbles. Everything that touched them sent a jolt straight to my center.

“Take off my shirt,” Simon commanded of me. I yanked his shirt from his pants while raking his back with my nails. I heard a hiss escape from his lips as my nails dug into his skin. Simon sat up and rested on the back of his heels as I pulled the shirt over his head. Within seconds of it hitting the floor, my pants followed. He brought them to my ankles and slipped them over my heels with little effort at all. Then, he kissed me from my feet up along the length of my shins.

Simon produced a condom out of his pocket, brought it to his mouth and held it between his teeth. I unbuckled his jeans and shoved them down to his knees. I was so desperate I didn’t have the patience to think about teasing him or being graceful. I just wanted them off.

His cock sprang free and was hardened at attention. He reached down and wrapped the condom around it. For the first time, I felt Simon’s bare skin brushing against my thighs.

The warmth and the strength of our connection felt electric. Every nerve on my body was alert and fully charged. His swollen tip pressed against the middle of my panties. It felt like the material wasn’t even there. His shaft slid against the sopping wetness of my bud before it nestled in my eager center. My legs started shaking from the pleasure and anticipation of what was going to happen next.

I loosened my jittering legs from around his waist and gave him more access. He took it without hesitation. I moved my hands from the small of his back and over the rounded hills of his ass. I squeezed their firmness and caressed his cheeks in slow, widening circles, raising my pelvis in a rhythm.

My palms were tingling. Once I brought my hands up over his chest, he sat me up with my legs still wrapped around his waist. I held my arms tight around his neck. He reached around my back, his fingers unhooking the strap of my bra in one swift, masterful movement. My breasts fell away from their bindings, feeling heavy and engorged. I celebrated their freedom with a slow, satisfying exhale.

Simon pulled my bra from underneath my shirt and replaced the soft cups with both of his hands. He slid his palms across my nipples ever so gently, sending short electric bursts to my nerve endings. I quivered under his touch. He bowed his head and kissed me on my neck, selecting small, specific spots to nibble with his teeth.

At the same time, he encircled my areola with his tongue and pursed his lips around my nipple. He manipulated the other with his fingers. He sucked on my nipple gently, alternating to the other, with slow, steady strokes of his tongue that drove me crazy.

Ecstasy moved through me in a current. It built in intensity almost to the point of pain. I tried to back away. I unraveled my legs around him, but he sensed my hesitation. He pulled me tighter against his body, pinning me to his chest. He cupped his hands around my ass and rose slowly off his knees. He stood on his feet near the side of my bed, cradling my body in his hands. He gripped my panties, and with one strong tug, he ripped and discarded them, throwing them clear across the room.

Simon lowered his arms, easing me down on his hard, rounded tip. I winced as my tightness stretched to accommodate his size. I was drenched, but it felt like it hardly mattered. I bit down on my lower lip as I experienced pleasure and also some pain as his head passed through my swollen folds. He was so fucking big. I tightened my arms around his neck and tried to slow my momentum. I clenched my inner self, but he pushed past it, and I let out a cry.

“You feel so good,” he murmured with a moan. “So tight.”

He stuffed me to the hilt and sped up his pace, breathing heavier in my ear as I throbbed around his length. I felt him grow harder within me, rigid and unyielding, and every inch of my soaking wet womanhood felt pleased. My hips rose to accept his plunging deep strokes. His pace left me breathless, whimpering and crying out with ecstasy. “I can take it,” I gasped and clutched him tighter. “Give me all of it.” He thrust in and out of me, pounding against my flesh. His pace became vigorous as he effortlessly guided me up and down atop his stiff cock.

I felt Simon swell within me and wondered how it was possible for him to get any harder. His face tightened with focus. He was trying to hold it back, but he seemed mere seconds from eruption. The tips of his fingers dug deeper into my flesh. He let out a deep, shuddering moan. At the same time, a powerful burst of euphoric energy rose in my body without warning.

I was liberated. My juices released, coating Simon’s shaft and allowing more length to slide inside me. His eyes slammed closed, and they tightened. His thrusting pace quickened. Deep, satisfying strokes became intensified and swift, and I let out a scream. Simon’s body began to shake. We were powerfully overtaken by our orgasms.

I no longer had the strength left to pull myself up, so Simon lifted me off himself with easy use of his arms. He slipped out of me, causing jolts of pleasures, aftershocks. For minutes afterwards, I felt him in me. I tried to get to my feet and stand, but my legs wobbled unsteadily, so I let myself collapse on my bed.

Once the connection between us was broken, I wanted him back in my arms. I missed him almost immediately. It felt like my stomach was full at one moment, and the next I was starving and hungry. “I’m sorry, I need a minute,” I panted. My body was a mess of raw nerves and sexual want, coupled with that empty phantom feeling.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked, looking tired, spent and worried. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m okay. A little sore, but I’ll live. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just overwhelmed. I don’t know what to do with this… this want I have for you… this need I have for you to give me affection.”

“Why worry?” He smiled softly, understandingly, and knelt down beside me. “I assure you, you’re in good hands.” Simon took my hand and slowly brought it to his renewed erection. I caressed it once, but I pulled my hand away like his skin was too hot for me to touch. Could I possibly do it again so soon? I was already going to be sore the next day.

Sweat glistened on my skin and my chest rose and fell as I struggled to steady my breathing. My muscles ached, bunching along my outer and inner thighs. My womanhood throbbed to the tempo of my racing pulse. I wanted to go again or, at least, to reach down and grab him. I wanted to lay it in my palm and squeeze his girth between my fingers, caressing his head with my thumb. I wanted to stroke his shaft from its base to the tip and repeat it until he spent himself and collapsed on the bed beside me. I wanted to be sure he got as much pleasure out of the night as I had.

That was what I wanted to do, but I knew I couldn’t… I shouldn’t. I was spent, and I had already given up a bit too much of myself for the night.

With the bravado of the sensual hour before seeping away as I returned from bliss to reality, I felt like my mind was playing tug-of-war with my heart and body. There was an exhausting three-way fight in my head to keep him there with words, or to fuck his brains out, or to listen to the voice of reason telling me the whole thing was wrong and needed to end. If I couldn’t get all that straight in my thoughts, my mouth was sure to twist it all up as well.

I was falling for this man. I needed him to leave my room before I broke down in a mess of spewed words and warm tears, asking him to promise never to leave me. I wasn’t super-experienced, but I knew that was definitely not something you let fall out of your mouth the first time you had sex with a guy. I did not want to chase Simon away.

“You have to go,” I told him, but what I wanted was exactly the opposite.

“Why?” Simon sat down beside me on the bed. He rubbed my shoulders and looked directly in my eyes. His stare was burning a path through my resistance. “What if I don’t want to leave? I thought you were enjoying yourself.”

“I
was
enjoying myself.” I felt a fissure of vulnerability opening up in my heart. I had to do what I could to try and close it. “That’s the problem.”

“The only problem you have,” he said as he kissed me on the waist, “is in a minute, I’ll be set for another round.”

“No, no, no.” I got up to look for my panties. “You have to go. My roommate will be back any minute.”

“I won’t and she won’t.”

“You have to, Simon. Please.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

“Oh, I see. This has nothing to do with your roommate, does it? Poor little kitty cat is afraid of her feelings?”

“Well, that’s not offensive,” I snapped at him sarcastically.

“I’m not trying to be offensive, Lynn. All I’m saying is you’re making it damn near impossible for me to get to know you. You have been a worrywart this whole time about my intentions and how I feel. Well, it seems that it’s really you who’s unwilling to share anything you're feeling or thinking. You are the one who brought me here, Lynora. I came along for the ride, no questions asked. I was sure that would prove something to you and quell your worries and insecurities, but somehow my being here has made them even worse. It makes me wonder if you’re doing this on purpose, like it’s some sort of defense mechanism.”

“I wasn’t aware you taught psychology, professor. You’re every bit as talented as I’ve heard you were,” I quipped snidely.

The glare he gave me was deadly. “Okay, this is getting out of hand. I think we should call it a night.”

“I think that’s what’s best. And perhaps, from now on, you should treat me like any other student. That way you don’t have to worry about trying to get to know me and giving me special treatment because you fucked me.”

That was it. I knew it was a mistake as soon as the words flew out of my mouth. It was reckless—surprising to me, but much more surprising to him. Simon didn’t say another word; he just gathered his stuff off the floor of my room and readied himself to leave. I didn’t want to see him walk away from me. The tug was still there, and from the vibe that I got, that could be the last time our lips would ever touch.

There was only so much rejection a man could take before he gave up for the sake of his ego. Part of me hoped he wouldn’t, but I wouldn’t blame him if he did. I mean, he should, but—I don’t know, I’m not the easiest girl to get to get along with. I knew this to be true, especially on emotional levels.

Simon hastily got dressed in the dark. He had on his pants, his shirt and his socks, but he held his boots and belt in his hands. He opened the door, left and slammed it behind him. I felt the window of hope closing as well.

My phone rang, distracting me. I reached to retrieve it off my dresser, looked at the number and saw it was my mom. This made the sixth call in a day. I didn’t want to talk to her. I couldn’t manage it. Not now. All I wanted to do was crawl under my sheets, fold myself into a ball and pull the covers over my head. I wanted to tune out the world for maybe a month.

I hated that I smelled him on my skin. I hated that I smelled him in my room. I hated that I didn’t have Simon lying in my arms. I needed to take a shower, as I normally would before bed. But, instead, I pulled the sheets back off my bed, shoved my feet in between them and brought them to my shoulders and eventually over my head. I turned my body to face the wall, and it was the last thing I remembered besides tears falling down on my pillow.

I woke up confused, but glaring light forced me to shut my eyes again. I brought up my arms and wrapped them tightly around my face, shielding my eyes from the brightness. “Turn it off,” I groaned. “Turn off the light.” To my relief, I heard a click above my head. I opened my eyes again, but took caution this time. There were little flash bulbs exploding brilliantly in the room.

“Are you awake?” Sonja’s voice rang through my mental fog.

“Yes, I’m awake! Are you crazy?” Sonja loomed over me with her breasts in my face. They were naked and swinging back and forth. “Can you please put some clothes on? Sheesh, that’s so disgusting! Why do you insist on walking around like you’re in a nudist camp?”

“You Americans.” She shook her head. “You’re so prude.” Sonja was a tall, slim and well-endowed Serbian girl with long, flaxen hair. She had little to no inhibitions, and I hated that she was my roommate. She walked across the room and picked up a shirt hanging over the foot of her bed. She poked her head through it and pulled it down over her body. The shirt stopped just short of her hips.

“Why did you wake me up?” I reached over my head and switched my reading light back on, now that my eyesight had adjusted.

“You were talking in your sleep.” Sonja sat on the edge of her bed and pulled a blanket over her legs. She had no clothes on from the hips down. I guessed she was trying to spare me the show, but at this point I’d already had an eyeful. “I couldn’t sleep with all the noise you were making.”

“Oh.” I felt bad. “I’m sorry.”