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 wa
s 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.
Maybe I shouldn’t want to see what he was like in real life. Then it felt like I was cheating worse, somehow.
I had to break up with Luke in the next couple of days. I wasn’t being fair. The day after Emma’s birthday should be acceptable; I didn’t want to ruin her birthday by having drama between two of her guests. The day after would be perfect.
I tied my hair in a knot to avoid getting it wet and stepped into the hot water, letting it seep into my aching muscles. I was just having dinner with my teacher.
Mr. Lane was an idiot risking his job for me. I wasn’t special in any way and he was more than attractive enough to pick up anyone he wanted if it was just sex he was after. Maybe he longed for the excitement of our forbidden liaison.
I knew it was making everything just that much better in the moments I was actually with him.
It was only when I went home and I was left to remember what a bad person I was that it lulled a bit. Mr. Lane didn’t have that to contend with. There was only the issue he was abusing his position of care and fucking his student that might weigh him down.
I towelled myself off and admired his fluffy towels. I’d had mine for years and they were bordering on hard, now. I’d have to invest in some new ones.
Slipping back into my dress, I felt the nerves in the pit of my stomach. Sex was one thing, it was all about the chemistry and instinctual movements and it didn’t involve any conversation. Having dinner was something completely different.
I padded down the stairs to the tempting smell of lasagne. It definitely smelt like Mr. Lane was a good cook.
“Hey,” he greeted me and I noted the glass of wine on the table. “I hope lasagne is good.”
“Really good.” I sat down and sipped on the wine hungrily. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he leant against the counter and we lapsed into an almost awkward silence. Sleeping with Mr. Lane was easy; it was hot and desirous. He was a man and I was a woman and we were working off our base instincts.
Right now, I was having dinner with my teacher and that was weird. “How long have you lived here? It seems really new.” Mr. Lane had been my teacher for two months, I had no idea how long he’d been living in the city. I had no idea when he’d moved from Ireland – his accent was very prominent.
“About a year now. I was working temp jobs on and off until I got this thing. It’s still technically temporary, but for a year now instead of a few weeks.”
“Ah, cool. You’ve always been a teacher?”
“Since I graduated.”
I made a noise of acknowledgement and took another gulp of wine. I wasn’t really sure what to say to him. Talking about school felt odd, I didn’t want to obsess over the fact we were doing something completely stupid.
Mr. Lane seemed charismatic enough, I’d leave the talking to him. “So what would you normally be doing tonight, if you weren’t here?”
There was no point mentioning I might have been seeing Luke. “There’s been a badminton tournament on recently I’ve been watching. Probably catching up on that. It’s American time, so I have to watch the videos after. Watching it live would mess with my sleeping schedule too much.” I was rambling and promptly tried to shut my mouth.
“You play for the school team?”
“Yeah, we’re actually playing in the county tournament in a few weeks. I’ve been picked for some reason.”
“I’m sure you’re great, you wouldn’t have been picked otherwise, or have gotten to the county tournament in the first place.”
I supposed there was some logic there, but I hadn’t really been instrumental in our local tournament win. I’d been the sub and I’d only played one out of the six matches. “I guess so.”
“I was never really into sports. I mean, I work out and stuff now,” he smirked as I checked him out. I’d never get bored of that view and Mr. Lane had been kind enough to keep his shirt off. “But actual sports weren’t my thing.”
“What was your thing?”
“Binge watching television series, mainly. Unfortunately in the days before Netflix that was slightly more difficult. I stayed away from most of the extra-curricular stuff and stuck to the drinking.”
I chuckled. Aside from badminton, I was mainly the same, and that was only because I’d done it before I was allowed to drink. “I definitely feel that. Are you from Northern or Southern Ireland? Sorry, I know there is a difference in the accent, but I’m a bit ignorant.” I definitely didn’t want to offend him, consideri
ng all the conflict.
“Southern,” he chuckled and that relaxed me a bit. “I moved to England for uni though, I made a conscious effort to try and keep the accent.”
I grinned. “I’m glad. I like it.”
He fired me back a winning smile and I was completely surprised there hadn’t been a fuss made about him at school. He was beautiful, and there wasn’t really a wrinkle on his face. Maybe I just didn’t mix in the right circles to have heard it.
Our conversation was paused as Mr. Lane took the lasagne out of the oven and dished it up. He topped up my wine, too, and I realised I’d drank more than I thought. It hadn’t hit me yet because I was sitting down. There was just a pleasant fuzziness at the edge of my thoughts.
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