Three Hundred Words (3 page)

She’d be happy and
dancing and it should all be pretty great.

The next few weeks
were going to be a whole lot of fun as long as I didn’t get weighed down by the
fact I’d been a complete bitch.

Chapter Three

My stomach was in
knots. For some reason, I hadn’t expected our next meeting to be in his house.

He’d passed me his
note with an address, a date and a time in a piece of work he was handing back
and I’d been unable to stop my blush. Nobody but Emma was paying attention,
anyway, and I planned to tell her everything about my relationships from this
point onwards.

I’d had good
excuses for not seeing Luke for the past two days and I was sure he wasn’t
suspicious.

I smoothed down
the dress I’d chosen specifically. It wasn’t anything overly fancy – I didn’t
want to come off too strong – but it highlighted my figure and I thought it was
pretty sexy. I hoped Mr. Lane would like it enough to fuck me this time.

I took a deep
breath before knocking on the door. I’d never looked into a teacher’s salary
before – when I finished school, I was planning on leaving for good – but Mr.
Lane’s house just looked relatively normal. Semi-detached and on a cul-de-sac.
He really should have been living here with a wife and kids.

Mr. Lane always
wore a shirt and tie to work and, whilst that was a more than welcome sight,
there was something about seeing him in jeans and a polo shirt I found
incredibly endearing. He opened the door with an almost awkward smile and
invited me in.

The goose bumps on
my arm from walking here in the cold probably stopped my look from being as
attractive as I’d planned and I noticed Mr. Lane fiddle with the thermostat. I
realised I had no idea what I could possibly say to him, so I kept quiet,
kicking off my shoes and waiting for a directive.

“Would you like a
drink, or anything?” He checked, running his eyes up and down my appearance. I
could feel myself getting heated just from that – the anticipation was turning
me on.

“No, thank you.”
Part of me was tempted, if he was offering alcohol. It loosened me up enough to
be a bit flirty. But I wanted to experience this in its entirety, without any
sort of cloudy memory.

It was far less
awkward when he stepped forwards and backed me into his hallway wall. The
material of my dress was thin and I felt every contour of his chest as cold
seeped into my back from the wall. Mr. Lane’s lips descended on mine with soft
determination, drawing my eyes shut and letting the desire flow through me.

It was so easy to
get lost in the way his hands ran up my thighs, edging closer to my entrance
which was already slick. Just the thought of having him between my legs had my
heart racing, but with Mr. Lane right there in front of me and I was sent mad
with the need to have him.

I couldn’t take
another tease from him.

I responded in
kind, running my fingers across the skin of his back and keeping him flush up
against me. When he sucked my lip into his mouth and bit down softly my nails
dug into his back. When we finished I could admire the red marks I’d left with
satisfaction.

He hiked my leg up
around his hip and I thanked God I was flexible. His erection pressed against
my most intimate area even through his jeans and I arched my back into him,
wishing our clothes would disappear.

I was getting
desperate far too quickly. Mr. Lane just knew how to draw the pleasure out of
me so quickly, touching me with expert hands and kissing me with such
insistency I felt sure he was just as turned on as me.

Feeling completely
wanted like this just tipped my hunger over the edge.

Mr. Lane brought
my other leg around his waist with ease, supporting my small frame against the
wall with his own. I ground against him as much as I could and he groaned into
our kiss, breaking it off to bury his face in my neck. I concentrated on trying
to move my hips as best as possible, relishing in every wave of pleasure that
was sent rocketing through my body. His tented trousers were rubbing against my
clit perfectly and I was being brought close already.

There wasn’t any
hint of unsteadiness when Mr. Lane brought me away from the wall. My arms
looped around his neck, fingers wrapped in his hair, and I lavished kisses
along his throat as he began the walk upstairs. I couldn’t have been very
heavy, but the fact he could support this without so much as a wobble made me
wonder just how much he must work out.

Mr. Lane laid me
onto the bed softly, bringing himself down on top of me. We were laid
completely entangled, my dress having gathered up around my waist, and our
hands were instantly everywhere. I pushed the shirt up his torso, for some
reason not feeling the slightest bit shy about undressing him – I was so
consumed with the moment that there wasn’t enough time to think of anything but
being as close as possible to him.

I wanted us
skin-to-skin.

Mr. Lane shrugged
off the t-shirt and I was granted a view of his body for the first time. He was
lean, like I’d expected, with a perfectly muscled body that wasn’t so big it
grossed me out. I ran my fingers over it before shoving him over to run my
mouth down his chest instead. My lips kissed at his chest and my teeth nipped
every so often, drawing gasps and curses from his mouth.

When I reached his
trousers, I grinned up at him and began undoing them.

Mr. Lane removed
my hands and flipped me back over. “This time it’s your turn.”

Now on my back,
Mr. Lane hovered over me. He pushed my dress up further, revealing the matching
underwear I’d picked out especially. I took the hint and removed the garment
completely, pulling it over my head and discarding it on the floor somewhere.

Mr. Lane pulled
back slightly, admiring my now exposed body. “You look gorgeous,” he murmured,
reaching behind me to undo my bra and reveal my breasts. My nipples were hard
and ready for some attention and I arched my back in response to them being
revealed. Mr. Lane brought his lips down and a long, loud moan escaped my mouth.

He definitely knew
exactly how to please a woman.

He sucked one of
my nipples with his soft mouth, drawing whine after whine from me and making me
writhe on the bed. Pleasure shot through my body, almost to the point that it
was too much. His fingers worked at the other breast, toying with my nipple
between his finger and thumb until I was on the verge of begging him to make me
cum.

I was so
close
,
just from nipple play. Playing with my own nipples had never done anything for
me, but Mr. Lane worked them excellently, sending spasms of desire shooting
through my entire body.

My hips worked in
overdrive to try and get some contact, my knees spread as wide as they could
go, but Mr. Lane was having none of it. He’d positioned himself sideways and I couldn’t
get to him.

I was left to hold
onto his hair so hard it must have been painful, pushing his head further
towards my breasts.

I was insatiably
close and the cold air against my wet pussy teased me to the point of insanity.

After what seemed
like forever, Mr. Lane brought his spare hand towards my entrance. I held still
in anticipation of his fingers on my clit, holding my breath and shutting my
eyes. This was everything I needed.

He went for my
entrance first, getting my juices on his fingers before bringing them up to my
swollen clit. I practically sobbed when he first touched it, the pleasure
almost too much. I was so close and yet he continued to tease me.

Mr. Lane lifted
himself from my breast before latching himself to my lips once more. He
continued to run his fingers up and down, from my entrance to my clit, and I
had a hard time being able to kiss through my moans.

When he broke off
our kiss and brought his face to my entrance, I practically shuddered in
delight.

This was where I
got to climax.

He slipped two
fingers inside me with ease, my pussy so soaked that there was no resistance.
Curling them to just hit the spot, I wiggled my hips to try and get him even
further inside me. Mr. Lane lapped my clit with a soft tongue and I spasmed, my
hips jarring as muscles clenched.

When he did it
with a hard tongue, I swore. My hands went to his hair and I held him tight
against my clit. There was no getting away until I’d reached my orgasm.

And it didn’t take
long.

When Mr. Lane worked
his tongue and fingers in tandem I was taken over the edge in minutes, bucking
and kicking as pleasure consumed me. I wasn’t in control of myself anymore as I
reached my climax, Mr. Lane pushing me until the very last moment.

When I came down
from my high, I was mush beneath him, panting so hard I thought I’d never catch
my breath. Mr. Lane looked up and grinned and I was sure I’d never seen him
look so gorgeous. He’d never smiled before and definitely not at me.

I grinned back,
utterly satisfied, but still wanting to give Mr. Lane his pleasure. I was
definitely ready to take his cock and Mr. Lane was more than happy to oblige.
He brought my feet to his shoulders and positioned his tip at my entrance.

I pushed myself
onto it to let him know I was up for more and his fingers bit into my hips as
he started up a harsh rhythm.

My eyes slipped
shut and my mouth was permanently open with gasps, moans and curses. Hearing
Mr. Lane’s in return made it even better than just the physical feelings of
having him thrust into my with his long cock, his pace so erratic I knew he was
incredibly turned on.

It was with a
strangled groan that I felt him release inside me, his grip going slack as he
collapsed beside me.

We both needed a
minute to catch our breaths.

I decided that
whatever the moral implications of this liaison, it was definitely worth it.

I’d never felt so
fulfilled.

I curled into his
side and traced my fingers over his hard chest and tried to stop myself
thinking about anything other than how pleased I was. It wasn’t
too
difficult
with Mr. Lane lying beside me. His body was very distracting.

“Another three
hundred words down,” Mr. Lane mused, tightening the arm that was wrapped around
me. “I greatly look forwards to the next ones.”

I wondered if Mr.
Lane felt any kind of awkwardness, knowing I had a boyfriend. There wasn’t
really any need for him too, he was just the innocent third party. “Me too,” I
wasn’t ashamed to admit that. Luke and I were over and this was just sex.
People just had sex without ties all the time.

“Did you want
dinner? I prepped enough for two, if you did.”

I blinked. Well, I
hadn’t been expecting that at all, but I was very hungry. I supposed it
wouldn’t hurt for me to actually have a conversation with the guy I’d just had
sex with. That seemed normal enough – more normal than the arrangement we
currently had going on. “Sure, that would be nice.”

Knowing whether my
English teacher could cook would be some trivial, unique knowledge.

Then again,
knowing how big his cock was fit the bill for unique information, too.

Mr. Lane sat up
and I did the same, not completely embarrassed at being stark naked in front of
him now I’d come down from my high. “You can go in the shower if you want, it’s
just through that door.”

I took in the
décor for the first time and realised Mr. Lane probably hadn’t changed anything
about the actual colour on the walls and the carpets from when he’d bought the
house – everything was cream. “I’ll meet you downstairs in a few minutes.” I
could already feel the sticky liquid being gross on my thighs.

He nodded and
pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Sure thing. Clean towels are in the airing
cupboard.”

I entered the
pristine bathroom. It didn’t look lived in. Left alone, my mind wandered. Mr. Lane
was perfect in bed, perhaps I was about to see what he was like in real life.