Rule Him: A virgin student/teacher forbidden romance (School of Seduction Book 1)

by Gisele St. Claire

  I awoke to the strangest sensation—pleasure. A finger was between my legs playing with my clit and dipping in and out of my wet pussy. I felt a hard erection pressing into my ass, and I wiggled back against it.

  “Good, you’re awake. How are you feeling,” Parker asked as he entered me with two fingers.

  “I’m fine. Really, fine.” I’d expected to be sore, but I wasn’t. I was just very, very wet.

  Parker continued to play with my clit and dip fingers into my pussy. He brought them up to his mouth and sucked on them. “You taste so good. Later, I’m going to taste you again, but right now I want to fuck you. Do you want to fuck me right back?”

  “I do,” I told him.

  He moved over me and ran his cock up and down my entrance before positioning himself ready. I brought my hips up towards him, and with how wet I was he began to slide in. I felt him thrust and push into me. There was no barrier now, and with the heat and wetness between my thighs, it felt sensational. I wrapped my legs around him to try to get him deeper inside me. My arms were around his neck, and I dragged my fingernails down his back. I’d read it in a book, and I hoped he didn’t hate it. He didn’t. Instead, he shivered under my touch and asked me to do it again. “Mark me, Candy, with your nails. Make me yours.”

  I ran my fingernails down his spine hard, and he thrust into me. I felt so full and looked at where I was. I was full, full of my teacher’s cock and I couldn’t give a damn. He withdrew from me until only the head of his cock was inside me, and then he thrust back in.

  “Oh my God,” I said.

  “You are so fucking sexy, and I’m going to make you scream so hard the other residents of the apartments complain.”

  He thrust again harder, and the headboard banged the wall. I moaned with the sensations his dick was causing in my pussy. Again and again, he fucked me; the headboard was creating its own music against the wall as Parker created a crescendo within me. I could feel myself climbing higher and higher towards my release.

  “Harder, Parker, harder,” I commanded.

  Sweat beaded on his forehead as he gave me his all and as I felt myself begin to climax, I screamed as it erupted. I felt my pussy walls clamp around his cock, my first orgasm during actual sex and the experience was like nothing I could have imagined. I continued with tiny pulses around him, and even though he’d caused me to come so hard I felt faint, I never wanted his cock to leave my pussy. It belonged there, and I wanted it to feed me orgasms all day and all night. We fucked two more times. The second time he positioned me on top of him, and I rocked up and down on him while he fondled my breasts and kept playing with my clit.

  Eventually, entirely exhausted, in the early hours of the morning, I fell back to sleep in his arms, knowing that whatever happened next, I could never regret tonight.

  Chapter 10

  Candy

  I woke with a start as I felt someone next to me. Then warm arms gathered me closer, and I remembered where I was and who I was with. Between my legs ached where we’d fucked repeatedly, and I liked it. That word felt so naughty in my mind. We’d fucked. We’d made love, and then we’d fucked—hard. My pussy got damp in reaction to the dirty words in my mind. My fingers strayed down to between my legs. I liked that I could feel Parker had been there. My hand then found his length, and I stroked him, feeling his morning wood. I moved the covers back off us and feeling emboldened I moved further down the bed and took him into my mouth. I seriously had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was what I’d read in books, and so I treated it like a lollipop. I held it at the base and sucked on the end, and then I swirled my tongue around the tip. Parker moved onto his back to give me better access.

  I let him go in and out of my mouth while I watched his face. I figured the fact his eyes were shut and his face fixed in concentration meant I was doing okay. I didn’t want to just do okay though; I wanted to be the star student of blow jobs! I held him in my hand.

  “Parker. Tell me what I can do to make it even better?”

  He opened his eyes and met my gaze. His stare was lazy, languid. “I’m enjoying what you’re doing. Feeling my cock in your warm mouth. Just carry on as you are.”

  “But help me to make it better,” I begged.

  “Hold me firmly at the base and pump your hand up and down me as you suck me in and out of that hot little mouth. Then if your mouth aches, do what you’ve been doing and just swirl your tongue around my glans. You can cup and stroke my balls too. But to be honest, Candy, just the feel of being in your mouth is enough.”

  “I can’t believe I’m here, in your bed,” I whispered.

  “Me neither. You’re like a dream vision. I’m wondering if you’re really here or whether I’m still asleep.”

  “Are you imagining this?” I asked him, and I took him back in my mouth.

  I did everything he’d suggested, and after a while, there was a shift where from being relaxed, Parker had begun to thrust harder into my mouth. His fingers fastened into my hair, and he guided my mouth as his pace quickened. I felt his orgasm begin and then he spurted his cum into my mouth. It tasted salty, and I swallowed it all down, wiping my mouth against the back of my hand.

  “Oh my God, Candy.” He panted.

  After a few minutes, he turned me around and placed himself between my thighs where he teased me into a delicious come of my own. By then he was hard once more and taking care to be more gentle because I was a little sore, he made love to me again.

  He showed me his bathroom, and while I took a shower, he made us some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast and made us some fresh coffee. Wrapped in a large towel, I sat myself down at his table, and I switched my cell back on.

  It beeped with messages.

  Larissa: I covered for you. Call me as soon as you can.

  Larissa: So much drama went down at your party. Call me asap!

  Larissa: Drag yourself away from that man’s cock and call me.

  Mom: Hope you and Larissa have had a good time after Julian’s behavior. I wished you’d not left the party, but I understand. Let me know when you’ll be home. We need to talk.

  “I need to call Larissa,” I told Parker. He nodded.

  “Where have you been? I’m happy your Mom didn’t call asking to speak to you? Did you do it? Have you been impaled on his cock all night? You are soooo naughty, sexing the teacher.”

  I laughed.

  “I’ll catch up with you later. Do you want to meet for coffee this afternoon?”

  Parker looked at me and made a sad pout of his lips.

  “I have to go home sometime,” I whispered. “Plus, you wore it out. It needs to rest.”

  “I so heard that you dirty bitch.” Larissa squealed, and I flushed. These cell phones were too damn good these days.

  “So, tell me, what was the drama?” I asked. “My mom sent me a message that she wants to speak to me. How did my leaving my party go down?”

  “Julian came back into the party. He was completely wasted, could hardly stand up. Your mother and his mother went over to him. I’d been talking to your mom at the time, so I followed her. Julian turned to his mother, and he said, no lie, ‘Well, it didn’t work Mom. She ran off.’ Your mom obviously was concerned as you were missing and asked what he meant and he said, ‘I tried to seduce your daughter, but she kneed me in the balls.' Then he turned to his mother and said he was through, that he’d pick his own girlfriends, and to stop pinning their hopes on him and trying to get him to marry well for a future political career because he just wanted to fuck his way around for a while. Oh my God, he was taken out of that party so damn fast. Your mom took out her cell to call for help in finding you and saw your text that you’d left for a while. Then I checked mine and read your message about where you were, and I told your mom I would take you to a hotel for the night and make sure you were okay. Your mom went to find your dad.

  Anyway, me and Jeff had the night at the Waldorf, but my mom called me and said your mother gathered everyone and
said you’d been the subject of a rather upsetting incident and the party was over. She stopped it and threw everyone out. Mom said she was so classy. But your mom wants to see you as soon as possible. I assured her you were okay and he’d not touched you at all, just got you in the room because I didn’t think you’d want her to know he grabbed you. You need to go home and see them.”

  I shook my head in agreement though she couldn’t see me. “I will. I’ll finish my breakfast, and I’ll go straight home.”

  Parker looked at me; concern etched on his face.

  “Well, go see your parents and then call me and we’ll meet.”

  “Perhaps it’s best I stay home tonight. Why don’t you come for a sleepover?”

  “Sounds great. As long as you don’t think I’m Mr. Newell in the night and try and feel me up.”

  “I’ll call you later,” I told her as I ended the call.

  “Is everything okay?” Parker asked.

  “I need to get home; my parents are really worried.”

  “I’ll drive you.” He said. “I’ll just grab a quick shower while you finish up your breakfast.”

  “Thank you. But, I might be better off getting a cab.”

  “I’ll drop you off at the end of the street. I’m driving you, and that’s final.”

  “Okay.” I stood and wrapped my arms around him and gazed up at him. “I wish we didn’t have to hide.”

  “Well, once you’ve left school, maybe we won’t.” He said. “But right now, let’s focus on getting you back to your parents, so they can quit worrying about you. Now, please can we start tutoring again Monday after school because I need to know when I’m going to be able to see you again, just us.”

  “After school Monday for sure,” I told him, reaching on my tiptoes to kiss him.

  He groaned. “I’m going in the shower. A very cold shower, or you’ll never get home.” And he left me to finish up my eggs.

  I’d not considered the fact that walking from the end of the road to my house in an almost sheer party dress could have looked like a slutty walk of shame, so instead, I held my head high and acted like I was some kind of celebrity. It was the Upper East Side; barely an eyebrow twitched at my attire.

  My mother rushed towards me and enveloped me in her arms. I held myself stiff for a moment before relaxing in her embrace. I don’t think I could remember the last time I’d had a genuine hug from my mother. Not since I was small.

  “Come on, let’s go get you changed into something a lot more comfortable and then you can tell me everything that happened.”

  She ordered refreshments to be sent to my room and sat in one of my velvet chairs in my bedroom while I went into my closet and changed into pajamas. I didn’t sleep well, and if Larissa was coming later I wasn’t going to get to sleep until late again, so once I’d spoke to my mom, I was going to try to catch up on some sleep.

  I walked back into my room and sat on my bed. My mom poured us both coffee and passed mine to me. She looked me over. “Did that boy harm you in any way? I know you told Larissa he didn’t, but I want to hear it from you.”

  “No. Mom.” I saw her visibly relax. “He was too drunk.” I described to her how he’d told me he’d arranged a birthday surprise and how foolish I’d felt that I’d entered the hotel room with him.

  “But you trusted him. He’s a respectable politician’s son for goodness sake. Anyone would have.”

  “Well, I shouldn’t have, because he was a drunk eighteen- year-old boy and things could have ended so much worse.”

  “Well, you won’t be seeing him again.” She said.

  “Why’s that?” I asked.

  “We spoke with his parents early this morning, and Julian is out of Lincoln High, effective immediately. Believe me; they are going to have him very busy out of New York, until he proves himself a son worthy of them again.”

  Now it was my turn to relax. I’d dreaded seeing him again at school.

  “I want you to know, Candy, because this came up in conversation last night between your father and me, that we would never expect you to marry for status or money. Obviously, we hope you secure a good future for yourself. But love is more important than money. Your father and I married for love. That’s why we’re still together after all of these years.”

  It sounded fantastic until her next sentence.

  “Because of course, we have enough money to set you and a husband up in a good home.”

  I smiled. My mom was who she was. A career woman who had earned her own healthy income but who was completely at home here in Manhattan among the elite and had no intention of leaving. I doubted she would ever understand if I decided to live differently.

  “So, you’d be okay if I went off and married a poor schoolteacher?” I said.

  “Hahahahahaha. Oh, Candy. You are so funny. Of course, darling. At least my grandchildren would be well educated.” She carried on giggling as she rose to her feet. “I’ll let you rest. Thank goodness you’re safe. I’m around for the rest of the day if you need me, but tonight your father and I are at a gala, though I’ll cancel if you want me to?”

  I shook my head. “I’m fine. Mom. Larissa’s coming for a sleepover.”

  “I can’t thank that girl enough for caring for you last night.”

  “She’s amazing,” I said honestly.

  My mom left the room, stroking my cheek as she left. I felt bad for lying to her, but I couldn’t risk her finding out the truth right now. Not until I knew where Parker and I were headed, if anywhere. For now, he was my secret, and it gave an extra frisson to the whole situation. My secret lover. I snuggled down under my comforter and fell asleep to thoughts of the last few hours, the loss of my innocence and how I now really felt like a grown woman.

  Chapter 11

  Candy

  My grades meant that I was exempt from finals and it was the same for Larissa, so we were looking forward to chilling for the last couple months. The gossip was now firmly focused on prom which took place next month. Larissa was beyond excited that she and Jeff were up for King and Queen of Senior Prom.

  Telling Larissa, I wasn’t sure I’d even go, led to her threatening to not talk to me ever again. “I might be crowned Queen, and you will come and watch me sit on that throne. Plus, Parker will be there chaperoning. I’ve seen his name on the list.”

  “You have?”

  “Yes, but don’t think I’m impressed by the fact that the thought of Parker being there might get you to prom when I couldn’t.”

  I sighed. “Everyone will be there as couples.”

  “Well, you can third wheel with us, or get a date. I’m sure someone would take Julian’s place.”

  Brandy seated herself at our table. “Replacing him already. That was fast. So, what happened to you at the party? One minute you were there, the next gone and then Julian disappeared too, and no one could get a hold of him. Something went down, was it you on him?” Everyone around us fell silent, all having wondered what had happened, but none of them were having the confidence to ask anything beyond, ‘Are you okay.’

  “I can’t discuss where Julian is, other than I know he’s finishing up his education elsewhere. As for me, I had a small accident, but thanks for showing your concern.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “If it wasn’t for you, Julian and I would have been crowned King and Queen of the prom. He was mine first. Then you flirted with him, and he dumped me.”

  “Hey, Julian asked Candy out. He never even mentioned you. As far as we were concerned, you were an ex.” Larissa spat back.

  Brandy pushed back in her seat. “This isn’t over.” She threatened and stomped away.

  “I can’t wait to leave this behind. It’s worse than Kindergarten.” I told Larissa.

  “And we will,” Larissa replied. “After you watch me be crowned Prom Queen. You do realize she’ll try and score a prom date to try to beat me now don’t you?”

  “We’d better get busy with getting you votes then,” I told my be
st friend because there was no way in hell my BFF was losing to that bitch.

  I could have groaned when I went to my tutoring, the thing I’d almost combusted over when I’d imagined it, to find Brandy there, hanging around Parker with her closest friend Amy. “So, if you’d be in charge of overseeing the coat check team, that would be amazing.” I heard Brandy say. God, she was pathetic. She was determined to try to overshadow everyone else on the committee. Her desperation knew no bounds.

  As I walked in, she looked at me with a side eye, “Jesus, so impolite, Candy. Have you not heard of knocking? We were in the middle of something.” She looked sweetly at Parker, but Parker’s attention was on me.

  “Well, I have to tutor now, but yes you can put me down to oversee the coat check. Will I be on a rotation though as I’d like to get to see some of the actual prom.”

  “Yes, of course. Save me a dance, Mr. Newell.” She said. I felt my jaw tighten.

  “Come on, Amy.” She said, and they walked out of the room.

  When they’d left, Parker raised an eyebrow. “Well, looks like at prom you’ll have to come find me and we’ll hide under the coats.” He winked.

  I sat down. “I wasn’t sure if I was gonna go.” I told him, “but Larissa said I could go with her and Jeff. That’s going to ruin her evening though. It should be romantic for them, not them having me hanging around the whole time.”

  Parker looked at me. “Hear me out. Now I know you probably don’t want to take a date, and I know I don’t want to see you with anyone else, but we have to be careful and the best way of handling that right now, is for you to have a date for prom.”

  My jaw dropped, “But…”

  “Think about it. Your parents will wonder why you aren’t enjoying the experience, and you said yourself it’ll spoil things for Larissa. It’s one night, and a date to prom with you might just make some poor boy’s night. I know it would have made mine.” He said.

  “Who did you take to prom?” I asked him.