Since that night I’ve tried to avoid any situation that might leave us alone together, because I’m frightened of what will happen if we are.
He is buried so deep in my head that he pisses me off as well. Not that he knows, and I barely admit it to myself, but sometimes when I’m having sex with Tim, it’s Mason who I imagine touching me, tasting me…and yes, when I imagine Mason, my orgasm is a hell of a lot more powerful than it ever is with Tim, which makes me feel guilty. So this is why I get pissed at Mason, because a part of me is angry at myself and an even larger part is filled with guilt.
The bell announcing that its time for morning class tries to burst my eardrums, which makes me jump up sloshing latte over the bottom of my skirt. “Fuck.” Yeah, I cuss. Not as much as I did when I was back home with my brothers around, but I consider it my way of letting out my frustration. It sure as hell isn’t going to solve my soggy problem though or fix my skirt. “Dammit. Just my luck.”
Tossing the now empty cup into the trash, I make my way over to the open doorway and look out into the class. Of course, the first thing I notice is that Mason isn’t in his seat yet. I shake my head to focus and then tell my class, “Start reading from where we left off yesterday, and for those who can’t remember, you want page fifty-six. I’ll be with you in five minutes, but I can hear everything from my office.” I look around to make sure my words have registered, and leaving the door ajar so I can hear them, I quickly dash around my desk so I’m out of view, to remove my thigh highs.
I suppose I should be grateful that I sloshed the drink at the bottom of my skirt instead of my lap. Being in wet panties all day isn’t something I’d enjoy—well not getting them wet that way.
With a quick glance toward my door, I hitch my skirt up to my thong so I can slip my hands into the top of the thigh high to slide it down my leg, which I do quickly, tossing it into the trash before going and slipping my hands into the other as I can’t exactly keep one on—that would look ridiculous.
“Um.”
I freeze and squeeze my eyes shut tightly. This can’t be happening. The only part of me that moves is my head as it whips toward the door, my gaze coming to rest on him—Mason. His gaze burns into mine briefly before dropping to the apex of my thighs. Licking his lips, he takes a deep breath and asks, “Miss. Daniels, can you explain something to me before class?”
Unable to look away, I see the lust clear as day in his eyes as he moves closer to me and around the desk. He drops to his knees in front of me, which is when I realize I’m still uncovered, but my arms don’t seem to want to work.
“I’ll help,” he whispers.
What the fuck is wrong with me? He’s my student, but…oh God, his hands feel amazing on my skin as he slides my remaining thigh high down my leg and lets it drop to the floor. His hands travel back up my legs, caressing my thighs and palming my naked bottom. Without moving his hands, Mason moves in closer and puts his nose against my pussy and inhales.
My legs quiver, and my nipples harden into tight buds as he flexes his hands against the naked skin of my butt. My heart thumps in my chest. “You smell better than I imagined,” he says against my skin before dipping his tongue into the top of my thong.
Oh God! What are we doing? What am I doing? I try to back away from him, but I can’t move with his hands trapping me against him. “Let go,” I hiss.
His eyes meet mine in shock as though he doesn’t know how he ended up on the floor at my feet with his face in my pussy. Standing, he makes sure every inch of his body rubs against mine. I bite my lip when I feel the evidence of his arousal against my hip.
“I need a minute,” he breathes into my ear at the same time as caressing over my ass before he pushes my skirt back down.
Being practically wrapped around him is making me all kinds of hot, and all it will take is one touch on my clit and I’ll probably come. That’s how aroused he has me.
Reaching out to steady myself, he pulls me closer as my fingers slide against his chest. I cling to him for mere seconds, a part of me enjoying the feel of him beneath my hands, before managing to push myself away, putting the desk between us.
Trying to breathe through the lust I feel, I brave a look at him. My gorgeous student has never looked so sexy. He’s taller than me with a rock hard body, and one part is harder than the rest of him right now. I quickly look up and meet his dazzling green eyes before my own are drawn back to the most defined part of him.
“Stop,” he hisses, clenching his fists as he turns his back to me.
This is insane. I’m the teacher. Oh God! I need to stop this and make sure nothing happens again.
Mason’s muscles slide under his shirt with his heavy breathing sending a coil of heat through me again. This is really bad. I can’t even look at him without being worked up. But I can’t stop watching him; he’s beautiful. A sculptured god is what he is. His dark hair is all mused, as usual, which makes him look soft, sexy, and ready to take you to bed.
Clamping my lips together, I catch the moan before it slips out. Shaking myself out of the sexual haze I’ve been in, I ask, “Are you happy with your assignment, Mason?”
Mason turns his head to look at me before his delicious body follows as he walks toward me like a panther stalking his pray.
“No,” he whispers, and then adds in a normal voice, “Yes, I might need some help with another point when I get further along.”
What is he doing?
He holds my gaze as I agree, “That’s fine. You know where to find me.”
I can hardly refuse when the class is probably listening or trying too, wondering why he’s in here. It feels like we’ve been locked together in lust for hours when not ten minutes have passed.
Before I follow him into the classroom, I grab a bottle of water from my purse and drink half of it down. I resist the urge to splash it on my face and hope the tepid water will cool my body, because my cheeks feel flush, and the throb between my legs is driving me crazy.
Chapter Two
Mason
Back in the classroom only one or two look up at me as I make my way to my seat. I ignore them, right down to the suspicion that I see shining in Jessica’s eyes. She’s been a bug up my ass since the term started five months ago, and probably all because we fooled around during the summer. I’m no saint by any means, or at least I wasn’t. Since Ms. Daniels has been at the school, I’ve lost all interest in the girls that throw themselves at me. All I see when I shut my eyes is Bianca. All I see when I’m getting myself off is Bianca. Totally crazy, I know; obsessing about my sexy-as-fuck teacher.
She’s beautiful though. She has long, toned legs, curvy hips, a flat stomach and breasts that make my mouth water. The fantasies I’ve been having about the color of her nipples leave me damn uncomfortable, like now. I slip my hand under the table, up underneath my shirt and into the waistband of my jeans. Reaching for my cock it pulses at my touch, and leaks in excitement. Sucking in a silent breath, I rearrange it to what I hope is a more comfortable position.
“Can I have your attention please?” Ms. Daniels asks. Her voice is steady and she has the appearance of a calm and collected teacher. It’s obvious that she has control of her senses back. “You have another ten minutes to finish reading the rest of the chapter and then I’m going to ask you to close your text books while I pass out a pop quiz.”
When she finishes speaking, the entire class groans, me along with them, although my groan has more to do with the images of Bianca in her office with her skirt around her ass. Fuck, I nearly came on the spot when I walked in and saw her like that; all that skin and the naked globes of her firm ass on display. Instant boner.
Ugh! I need to get my mind off of her; otherwise my dick is going to be exploding in my jeans without the touch of her skin or my hand. I bet her hand would feel real good, wrapping around me in her firm grasp before sliding back and forth as she jacks me off, rubbing her thumb over my leaking tip. Hell. I’m going to come, here in the middle of th
e classroom.
Jumping out of my seat, I start to move toward the door and realize every one is staring, but the only one I make contact with is Bianca. “I don’t feel too good.” She starts to come over to me so I pull the door open because one touch, or one inhale of her scent will send me over. “I’ll be back.”
Shoving into the restroom, I lock myself into a stall; cringe when I open my zipper and watch as my hard as fuck cock springs free. Breathing heavily, I stroke down to my balls, which are pulled tight against my body.
This won’t take long, not with my dick jerking and leaking without touching it. I suck in a breath and grasp my steal rod, tightening my hold; I nearly loose all strength in my legs with the pleasure that hits me in the balls. Before I can even think, my fist takes over jacking me off to an image that’s popped in my head of Bianca on her knees as she licks and sucks around the mushroom head of my cock. She takes me deeper, swallowing around me, and then… “Ahhh…Yes…Yes… Oh God.” My orgasm splashes all over, missing the john, but what the fuck. Even spent my cock still jerks with pleasure.
Trying to catch my breath, I reach for tissue and wipe the cum covered head of my cock. Tossing it in the john before shoving my junk away, I quickly clean up the rest. I’m so screwed. If I’m ever lucky enough to have her hands on me, I’m probably going to come with just her touch, like I did the first time I had sex with someone. I shudder not wanting to go back there.
After quickly washing my hands, I splash water onto my face and dry off before heading back to class. Part of me feels embarrassed for jacking off in the school restroom, something I bet others have done in the past, but I sure as hell haven’t, and the other part of me says fuck-it. The restroom is better than coming in my jeans in class.
Looking through the small window in the door, my eyes are drawn to Bianca sitting at her desk with her head down. She is amazing with her dark hair flowing down over her shoulders, and I can almost control my desire until she lifts that beautiful head of hers and looks directly at me.
Without breaking our gaze, I push back into the room and feel the whole class looking at me, but don’t look away from Bianca.
Standing, Bianca clears her throat, and facing the class, says, “Back to the quiz guys,” before meeting my gaze again. “Are you feeling better, Mason?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
Dropping into my seat, I glare at Jessica who is watching my every move and nearly jump a mile when Bianca brushes against me as she hands me the quiz. “Just try and answer as much as you can in the time left. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
Grabbing a pen, I start filling in the questions on the sheet, which shouldn’t take too long as I have a photographic memory. But of course that only works if I’ve read the information I actually need to remember. And half of this I haven’t read due to having my head up my ass about Bianca.
A ruler hits me in the head from behind. Turning, I grab it from CJ’s hands, and smacking it back down on his desk, I glare at him.
“Hey. What the fuck is your problem?” he shouts, drawing attention to us both, which I could do without.
“Keep your damn hands to yourself.” I start shoving my stuff back into my bag so I can leave before the fucker starts on me again and I have no alternative but to put my fist into his face.
CJ and I have had problems in the past, as in I slept with his girl, the day after he slept with mine. I was pissed at the time, but he did me a favor, and I discovered what a bitch Jessica really is.
“Mason?” Bianca says my name and I freeze wanting to listen to her talk all day, but at me not the class. Shit, I’m fucked.
“It isn’t time to leave yet.”
Now she’s standing beside me.
“What’s going on between the two of you?” Bianca frowns while looking between the two of us.
“I saw the ruler, CJ. You want to explain why you decided to use it as a weapon instead of what it was made for?” She’s getting good and pissed.
“Not really.”
I sit back down in my seat, hoping that she’ll let it drop because I so do not want to get into the reason behind our hostility. I mean, I don’t give a damn about what happened, and would rather forget it and Jessica, but he won’t let it go.
“We’ll leave it for now, but I don’t want to see anything else in this class. Do I make myself clear?”
Smothering a grin because she’s using that ‘hoity toity’ voice, I nod and presume CJ did the same. Bianca gives me another glance before turning her back and heading back to her desk. She starts to sit down just as Mr. David Fuck Anything comes into the room, but stands instead when she sees him. And I’ll be damned, but Bianca looks nervous as fuck with him hovering over her the way he’s doing.
Fuck this!
Standing, I start heading toward them.
Chapter Three
Bianca
What the hell is Mason doing? He’s walking straight toward us as though he’s about to physically remove Mr. Taylor, otherwise known as Mr. Creepy, from in front of me. I’m not about to complain, because he really is creepy, but the room is full of students. He can’t do this.
Starting to panic, I slip out from where Mr. Taylor has me cornered between my chair and desk, and move to stand in front of Mason, just as the bell goes. Nice timing.
Within seconds, the classroom is empty apart from the three of us.
“Ah, Mason. Don’t forget detention this afternoon,” Mr. Taylor reminds a frowning Mason, who’s now standing beside me.
“Perhaps you’ll refrain from taking up staff parking spaces.”
Hmm.
“Maybe,” Mason mumbles under his breath.
I meet his eyes and see amusement with his lips twitching. Lips that I want on my body. Ugh! Inhaling, I turn my attention back to Mr. Taylor. “Did you want something?”
His eyes open wider at my abrupt question, but the fact is I’ve had enough of him hovering and wasting my time with questions he already knows the answers to. Oh, I know what he wants and that is to get into my panties, which is so not going to happen.
“I’ve got a meeting to get to,” he replies, “but I was wondering if you’re able to cover the detention today so I can get to the dentist. It wouldn’t normally be a problem but they’ve started road work between here and there, which is going to hold me up.”
Fuck. Mason is in detention. Can I cope with him twice in one day? “That’s fine,” I say wanting to hit my head with my hand. This isn’t going to end well. Whatever is between us needs to stop. I know he put his hands on me first while I stayed frozen in shock…and lust, but I’m the teacher and should have shoved him away from me. The problem is…I didn’t.
“He’s a dick,” Mason informs me as Taylor disappears out of my classroom. “He also wants in your panties,” he whispers into my ear having moved in closer. “But he’s not going to be getting into them… Is he?” I meet his blazing stare. “Because I’d have to cause him harm if he so much as touches you. You know that, right?”
He brushes a hand softly over my right breast causing my nipple to bud. When he realizes the reaction I’ve had to his touch, he rubs his fingers over and over my aroused breast and moves over to the other one. I moan, grabbing hold of his arm to steady myself.
“Does anyone else make you feel like this?” he asks before putting his lips to my neck.
Shaking my head, I come back to my senses—we’re in my classroom, the door’s open, anyone can enter. “Stop.”
I scramble to my office leaving him behind while I try to get over my embarrassment. I’m overheating with unbearable heat pooling between my legs.
“Let me see you after school.”
Dropping into my chair, I drop my head into my hands, and whisper, “I can’t. I’m your teacher. We can’t do this. It has to stop.” I raise my head and see panic flicker across his face, which I try to ignore, but it isn’t easy. In fact, nothing about this is easy because I want him. I want him so much.
> “Bianca…” Mason comes around my desk and crouching down at my feet, he turns me in my chair to face him. “Please don’t do this. I’ve wanted you for five months. Every time I close my eyes it’s you I see.”
I swipe my hand across my face to get rid of the tears that I wasn’t aware were leaking out from my eyes. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Mason, and being honest with myself, if I’d met him elsewhere I wouldn’t be thinking no, I’d be thinking where could we go to the nearest bed.
My hand shakes as I reach for Mason and caress over his face. “I don’t want to push you away, but…but, for now I need to.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I’m pulling him closer to me. He places his hands on my thighs before dropping his head into my lap. I slide my hands into his messy hair and start to massage his scalp. He purrs just like a cat.
“You need to go. We’re going to get caught like this.” My heart’s pounding in time to the throb in my pussy. All I want to do is close my legs to ease the ache, but with Mason surrounding me, it isn’t impossible.
Slowly, Mason climbs back to his feet and gives me a quick, hard kiss. “This isn’t over… It’s just starting.” With that he walks straight out of my office and a minute later, I hear the classroom door slamming shut.
Before I’m able to take a breath, my cell starts to buzz around my desk with an incoming call. Tim.
“All I need, right now.” I groan before I answer the call. “Hi.”
“Well you sound cheerful.”
“Class just finished. I’m tired,” I say, trying to even my tone so I sound happy to hear him. I take a deep breath, waiting for his reply. I know he’s going to have something to say about the fact that I don’t spend all my day as busy as him. He really pisses me off and sometimes I can’t help but wonder why I’ve stayed with him so long. We’ve been together since my second year of college. Even then we didn’t have a damn thing in common, not even sex.
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