“I suppose you miss the good old days,” I whispered, trying to hide the blush appearing on my skin. “Life must have been so much simpler.”
“It was,” he whispered back. “But enough talk of the past. Let’s go get some fresh air.”
“Yes, it’s a bit stuffy in here.”
Heath took my hand and guided me through the labyrinthine venue. For the briefest of moments, I forgot that I was his tutor. I’d never had a student like Heath Lawrence. No student had made me feel so frustrated. No student had made me pull out every trick in the book. No student had ever dominated my every waking thought.
No student had ever kissed me with so much unbridled passion.
Or kissed me at all for that matter.
Hell, I thought a student giving me a Valentine’s Day card was a breach of etiquette.
We ended up in private suite that I didn’t even know existed in the concert venue. “What is this place?”
“Somewhere you take some rich VIP after wining and dining him,” he answered with a cynical laugh. “I’m sure we’ll find a better use for it. There’s a free minibar.”
I folded my arms. “I thought we would get some fresh air.”
“It has a balcony,” he said, pointing outside. “Lovely view as well.”
I sat on the bed and Heath joined me after pouring himself a shot of vodka. Then, he handed me a glass as well. “Cheers.”
I clinked my glass with his. I felt his weather-beaten hands make contact with my soft skin. I thought of running my hands over his exposed chest before the clink of the glasses brought me back to reality. “Cheers…”
God, I wanted to take him in for another kiss. I wanted to see every part of Heath Lawrence. I wanted him to sing me to sleep after a night of lovemaking.
I would get my wish.
He leaned in forward with his lips jutting outward ever so slightly. He was a magnet pulling me in closer. Soon, he would be mine.
I would kiss Heath Lawrence.
I would kiss my student.
I stopped just short of his handsome face. “Heath, we can’t…”
I felt her hand on my chest and stop me cold. It felt as abrupt as driving a sports car over a speed bump. “Why the fuck not? We like each other and get along bloody well enough!”
“You’re my student,” she protested. Charlotte got up and walked away from the bed. “It wouldn’t be right…”
I chuckled. “I suppose I’m getting a little rusty-”
“Do you ever think of the consequences?” she interrupted, worry in her eyes. I hated to see her wear that expression. “It’ll land both of us in a lot of hot water. Unlike you, I won’t get a second chance.”
My charms were failing just as badly as my jokes. “Charlotte, what are you talking about?”
Her somber eyes stared daggers at me. Her glass of vodka was untouched. “Do you always live in the moment?”
I walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She didn’t reject the gesture nor did she embrace it. I felt like I was touching statue.
“All I have is the moment,” I sighed, basking in the warmth of her presence. It almost physically hurt as though I had brought my hand near a hot stove. “My past has been nothing but a fucking bust. I was some unwanted son that was only good for getting hit and nothing else. There’s no point in worrying about the future, either. My record label is in charge of that.”
“Is that all there is to you?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper. “Chasing one thrill after the other?”
Her words wounded me. It hurt even more knowing who it came from. God, I needed her. “Do you want to quit, Charlotte? Do you want to leave this teaching gig?”
His eyes widened in confusion. “Quit? I don’t-”
“What’s it going to take for you to stop acting like a teacher and start acting like a woman?” I stated. “We both like each other more than any tutor-student relationship allows. Why don’t we cut to the chase already?”
Charlotte’s skin turned flush. “Heath… I… we can’t.”
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips against mine again. I wanted to hear the sound of our mouths smacking against each other. I wanted to taste Charlotte again.
With whatever restraint I had, I held myself back. I’d never take a woman who didn’t want me. “I’m tired of this dance.”
I saw a glimmer of lust flash in her eyes. It was unmistakable. I could even see her nipples harden under her blouse. “Heath…”
“If you don’t want this, then tell it to my face,” I growled, caressing her face. I may not have been able to read a book but I could read the expression on her face. “I’ve been lied to by my management and countless other people. I don’t want to be spoon-fed lies by you of all people. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you... forever.”
Restraint fought a losing battle against desire in her face. I saw her breasts heaved as she took in deep breaths. “I don’t…”
My heart skipped a beat. I began to turn around. “Fine, I’ll go.”
“Heath, I don’t want you to leave…”
I turned back to see Charlotte shivering. “Say that again.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” she said, a soft purr in her tone. “I hate what you fucking do to me.”
I almost wanted to laugh. “And I love what you do to me.”
She didn’t reply.
Instead, Charlotte leaned forward and kissed me.
At first, it was cautious as if testing the water. It didn’t take long before her latent passion overwhelmed her reason. Soon, her lips parted and welcomed my tongue.
She pressed her soft, feminine body against me. I ground my pelvis against her abdomen. My arms drew her in even closer.
God, I missed this feeling.
Heath didn’t have the mind for classwork but he was a master at seduction. I watched as he undressed and revealed his tattooed, well-muscled body. My mind played the image over and over again like a broken VCR.
It was like resisting an oasis after traveling through a desert for months. My desire for Heath went beyond a mere infatuation with the sexy rock star. I felt compelled by something more fundamental than just physical attraction.
It almost felt like a private performance. No screaming fangirls jumping up and down. No bright lights to blind me. It was just the two of us.
Instead of music, his innate sexuality was the instrument of choice. I couldn’t resist his charms any more than I could leave my own skin. I felt like I had a front-row seat to a very sensual performance.
Soon, Heath unbuckled and unbuttoned his ripped jeans. I wanted to tear and claw away at his clothing like some wild animal. I needed to touch the hard flesh underneath it.
With instinct overwhelming me, I helped him push his jeans down his toned legs. His hard cock sprang up from his groin. I reached out to hold its base. It was large and hot like a heated steel pipe.
To Heath’s delight, I began to stroke it. “Yes… that’s it…”
With a hand, he guided my head to his erection. I took the tip of his shaft before swallowing more of him. I felt his cock throb against my mouth.
Suddenly, Heath pulled me off of him. I looked up to meet his eyes. They seemed strangely vulnerable. “No, not like this…”
With that, he guided me to my feet and onto the bed. It felt strange. Heath didn’t look like a mythical Sex God. Instead, he seemed to be as much of a romantic as I was. I could tell that his other sexual encounters weren’t anything like this.
The man quickly yet carefully undressed me. With casual ease, he stripped me of my blouse and skirt. He unclasped my bra and dropped it on the floor.
Fully exposed, I pressed my naked body against his. It was just as much to feel his skin on mine as it was for his warmth. His erection felt trapped between our bodies. I needed him inside of me.
He kissed me.
Heath kissed me from mouth to my erect nipples. He buried his head in the cleft of my br
easts. His lips applied pressure on my nipples. I let out a soft moan. “Oh…”
My heart raced as his kisses electrified me. I brimmed with energy as if I had drained an exposed wire of all of its power. If our first kiss was like dipping a toe in a pool of water, this was like diving in head first.
I felt his lips trace a line across my abdomen. Heath got on his knees and brought his head down near my sex. I groaned when his tongue entered me. “Ah! Heath… Ah!”
I jerked up head against head like a careless boxer egging on a right hook from his opponent. I wanted to be hit. I wanted to be knocked out.
Heath licked my wet sex with an uncanny skill. His lips teased my clit. His hands cupped the swell of my buttocks. The man was hungry for my slit like a dog feasting on a soup bone.
I was thankful that my lover supported me with his strong, sinewy arms. Otherwise, I would have buckled over and fallen onto the floor. My body swayed like an antenna tower against strong gusts of wind.
The man knew how to play me just as well as he could play the guitar. He knew when to speed up and make my body tremble. He knew when to slow down and make me beg for him to go faster.
He knew when to stop and leave me gasping for more. “Heath, don’t stop! More!”
Such animalistic desire was alien to me. Heath knew the power he held over me. It must have been intoxicating for him to seduce the woman sent to tame him.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. “I’m on the pill.”
I had received a prescription a few weeks before I took on Heath as my student. I didn’t plan on fucking my student or anyone else during my time on the tour. It was more to keep my cycle regular and prevent cramps than anything else.
Not that he needed to know that.
Taking the invitation to fuck me, Heath gently pushed me onto the bed. His heavy body draped mine as we engaged in a kiss. His erection brushed up against my thigh.
I managed to hook my legs behind his nicely toned ass. He got the message and brought his cock to my sex. With agonizing patience, he entered me. “Ohhhh….. Ah!”
It seemed as time itself slowed down to a crawl. His shaft pulsated as he slid inside of me. I took him to the hilt and felt my sex strain to accommodate his girth. I didn’t know how I was even able to take in his mammoth cock.
Heath planted soft kisses to calm me. They worked well enough for him to settle himself over me. With my ankles pressed against his buttocks, I beckoned him to make love to me. “Fuck me, Heath!”
At first, he was slow as if dragging out each movement. He did it with as much skill as he would when singing a high note. Yet, I wanted him to fuck me with complete abandon. I wanted to be as much of a seductress as he was a Casanova.
My nails dug into the tough skin of his back. “Heath! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
He whispered back words of encouragement. “God, you feel so fucking amazing!”
He wasn’t making idle talk. Heath rammed into me at a faster tempo. My body shook with each impact.
We began a steady if frantic rhythm. He would enter me and I would meet his thrusts by bucking my hips upward. We worked in unison as though I was yet another member of Double Damage.
When I approached my climax, I felt time speed up again. Pleasure surged throughout my body like forked lightning. We were a mess of sweaty flesh and tired limbs.
Heath continued to pump into my sex with whatever reserve of energy he dipped into. He was like a jackhammer thrusting into me like clockwork. But he was no machine.
Eventually, he grew stiff and came with me. His groans overshadowed my cries of passion. Heath exited out of me and lied by my side.
From the look on his face, he had the same thought I had.
We weren’t done just yet.
Taking the initiative, I tackled him onto his back. Heath’s mouth opened in surprise before turning into a boyish grin. I guess he was used to women proselytizing over the temple that was his body.
I began by kissing his bare chest. Heath folded his hands behind his back and enjoyed the show. He eyed me as I trailed my lips down his toned abs.
Heath smiled when he saw where I was heading.
He had just come but his cock was still rock hard. I made it even stiffer by gripping its base. I planted a kiss on its tip before swallowing its head.
I glanced up to see Heath groan and toss his head backwards. He reached out with his hands to caress my face. His fingers trailed through my hair like a combine through a field of wheat.
After a few minutes of suckling, Heath pulled me off of him. In a split second, he pushed me onto my back and lied on top of me. “Charlotte, you sure know how to get me motivated.”
I grinned as he began to slide his cock inside of me. “That’s what I was hired for.”
Our second duet was even better. With shock of our first encounter wearing off, I could focus on the act itself. Heath pumped into me and chanted my name. In turn, I planted delirious kisses on his exposed neck.
Then, he held me in his hands and brought me in for a passionate kiss. Below, he thrust into me with all of his power. I could feel his muscles strain as he drilled his prick into me.
What followed was a series of mind shattering orgasms. My body quivered with erotic delight. My skin tingled with a strange energy.
Whenever I came down from one high, my body craved more. Heath had this unnatural ability to reinvigorate my thoroughly fucked body. I didn’t know what reservoir of strength I was dipping into but it helped me go on and on. “Heath, you’re fucking amazing!”
He growled into my ear as he fucked my pussy. “I told you that I could teach you a thing or two.”
“Teach me more,” I moaned. Any pretense of professionalism or authority I had was long gone. “Give me more!”
Heath groaned which sounded more like a powerful musical note than anything else. He punctuated it with a fiery kiss to my collarbone. My lover gyrated his hips and drove his shaft even deeper into me.
I held onto him for dear life. My heels dug into his back. I whimpered gibberish words that were thankfully overshadowed by his grunting.
I looked up to see a look of deep focus on Heath’s face. It was the same whenever he did a guitar battle against Tyler or attempted a high note. I had never been fucked like this before.
Soon, an expression of relief took over Heath’s face. He came in me and collapsed to my side. With his cock still inside of me, the man pulled me in for a tender embrace.
I had broken every rule I had learned as a teacher.
I had broken my personal code of conduct.
There were always consequences for breaking rules.
Tonight, I’d worry about them later.
I felt love.
Not the brotherly love that I had for Howard. Or the platonic love I had for Megan. No, this was different.
It hurt to merely lie by her side. Charlotte slept like a small child. It took me back to my youth in the orphanage where we would all sleep in the same room in bunk beds. It was how I got paired up with Howard.
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