Love on the Field_MF Baseball Sport and Agent Romance

by Mia Allen

  Added to that was the forbidden touches and knowing that nobody could see what he was doing.

  “We’ve seemed to find ourselves in quite of a dilemma here, Ms. Lily,” he whispered.

  I gazed at him from the corner of my eye and, angrily, whispered back. “You have some fucking gall to manhandle me like that.”

  He murmured, “That I do.”

  His fingers traced the flushed skin peeking from the two popped buttons, trailing further down until his fingers grazed the valley between my breast.

  Soft and commanding. An alluring combination.

  I closed my eyes as the sensation traveling south were too much for me to handle. “Everybody can see us,” I said.

  “No, they can’t. They’re preoccupied,” he said, after he turned his head back to the class. “I’m covering you. I won’t let them see.” He promised, protectively.

  “Why are you doing this?” I protested weakly—consumed by my body’s need for something more.

  He fingers slid down further down my shirt through the elastic waistband of my skirt.

  Slowly. Surely. Softly.

  I sat still, waiting and waiting for it to reach that ache.

  His fingers trailed under my skirt to reach my panties and his fingers slid the panties aside. I felt the cold air breeze upon my womanhood.

  His fingers glided across my center, teasing. Our backs covering his hand from the rest of the class only enhanced the pleasure.

  I bit my lip to stop the moan threatening to break free. I squirmed against his touch.

  “You make me crazy and I want to do things to you. Dirty things. And when you choose to defy me and be headstrong and beautiful, I want to take you over my knee. Now bear the consequences.” His two fingers parted my lips.

  “But this isn’t punishment,” I whispered-gasped as one finger entered me, roughly.

  The foreign sensation of something pumping in me wasn’t unpleasant. I wanted more. I needed more. I scooted forward to impale myself on that finger.

  “It can be. The sweetest punishment. Take you so far high and…” He left me hanging, not finishing his sentence. Instead, he added a second finger, stretching me further.

  “And?” I asked breathlessly. I was honed in on the thrusting of his fingers. In and out. The pleasure was building and building. Almost reaching the peak.

  “And then stop,” he chuckled. And his fingers just did that.

  The motherfucker stopped.

  His fingers were still inside me, unmoving. The release I craved was snatched away from me. “That’s cruel,” I panted.

  “That’s your punishment,” he retorted

  “I’ll finish myself.”

  My fingers proceeded to do that when he grabbed my hand and ordered me. “You do not touch yourself,” he said in a harsh voice.

  And I listened.

  He sniffed his fingers that were coated in my juices. His eye crinkled when he gazed upon my frustrated, flushed, heady body.

  “Patience,” he said before he fixed my clothing and stood.

  “That is the correct answer. Ms. Lily. Now, that you’ve learned your lesson, maybe you practice on keeping your mouth shut,” he winked.

  I was left gaping at him

  I couldn’t believe all that just happened.

  In view of the whole class.

  And I didn’t learn my lesson. Because I responded. I wanted another punishment.

  I yawned. “I see you talk but all I hear is blah.”

  His eyes met mine and flashed.

  “Looks like our lesson here was unsuccessful. We’ll have to do more after class.”

  “Yes we do,” I said softly.

  For the first time, we agreed with each other.

  Chapter 7

  “Assume your position.”

  Instead of placing my hands on the edge of the desk, I placed my upper body flat on the desk, my ass jutting out, brushing his bulge. I reached back and flipped my skirt up and baring my ass. I was bare and open when I spread my legs apart. My slit, which was trembling in need, was open and glistening.

  While he focused on helping the kids with the assignment, I quickly pulled down my panties. I couldn’t bear the sticky and wet panties rubbing against me. It reminded me that his sexy fingers had been there rubbing me only moments ago.

  The ball was now in his court. Now I wanted feel those balls when he slammed into my pussy.

  “Fuck me,” he bit out painfully.

  He placed both of his hands instinctively on the globes of my ass, feeling their weight and palming it.

  I must have imagined but I swear I felt him ever so slightly thrust into my ass, mimicking the motions.

  I was dragged back up and flipped onto my back. My legs barely touched the ground. I propped myself on my elbows so I could him rather than the ceiling.

  He flicked my skirt up with his ruler. Making my pussy bare to him.

  I gasped at the sudden cold ruler, touching my core. “What are you doing?” I feebly protested. As if that was something to do.

  “I warned you of the consequences. But it seems like you need a stricter punishment so the lesson is grasped better.”

  His dominant voice did something to me.

  He continued staring at my center with a heated gaze. “Do you want me to stop?” he murmured. He was giving me an opportunity to back out.

  I thought about it. I felt the most alive in months when I was around him. I enjoyed the control leaving me and him taking over—to please me. To discipline me. We were in too far to back out now.

  “No, Mr. Carter,” I answered.

  He was immensely pleased by the quick flash of a smile. When he smiled, the effect was devastating.

  “Call me Dean.”

  “Dean,” I repeated, whispering his name intimately.

  He opened my cunt with his fingers. With his other hand, he dragged the tip of the ruler barely inside me. My eyes drifted close as I moaned.

  Suddenly, my eyes flew open as he spanked me there with his ruler.

  He paused, waiting for me to either scamper away or slap him.

  I did neither. I glanced back impatiently. “Get on with it,” I said in a bored tone.

  He chuckled, the sound making my head spin. He took that as affirmation to continue the onslaught against my cunt. I was getting wet and wetter. I felt my juices leaking out of me on to the desk. My pussy aching with longing and need.

  He rubbed the ruler in my juices, spreading the liquid. He brought the rulers to his nose and inhaled the musky scent. My body craved a release that was elusive. He brought the ruler back at my opening just putting the tip in and I almost burst.

  “Please,” I mumbled.

  “Please, what?”

  “I don’t know,” I yelled in frustration.

  “Please what, Lily,” he repeated, calmly, as he took off his blazer and threw it on the side.

  “I need to cum.”

  “How do you want to cum?”

  “With your cock.” I glanced at his trousers. His trousers were tented, his erection trying to burst free to against his slacks.

  His fingers made quick work of his zipper and he pulled his trousers down. His erection sprang up and pointed toward me.

  He was thick and glorious. I knew the mechanisms and that it would fit, but it would take my body a while to adjust to that size. He was huge with precum coating the tip of his erection.

  He was ready to slam into me.

  “God, you’re beautiful. All spread out and ready for me to take you,” he said, wondrously.

  “I’m not God,” I replied mischievously.

  “Don’t I know it? You’re Eve tempting me with all your glory. This is fucked up but ever since that first day, I’ve wanted you with all of your ‘fuck off’ attitude. I’ve wanted to put that mouth to good use.”

  “Then have me.”

  He seemed to have second thoughts. “There is no going back from this. I’m your teacher and I should prevent thi
s, but I can’t.” He laughed, self-mockingly at his need for me.

  I reached up to pull him down from his tie and kissed him.

  With everything that had transpired between us, I couldn’t believe this was our first kiss. It seemed like a lifetime since we’ve clashed. But, it’s only been a month since he entered our class. Each time we’ve fought and each time our lessons after class escalated.

  His lips were firm and hard. I opened my lips and his tongue swooped in taking immediate control as in everything he does. He ravaged my mouth. We were lost in the kiss, our focus honed on the mimicking thrusts of our tongues. Promises of what was to come.

  I reached down to wrap my fingers around his warm cock and tried push it inside me. I needed him inside me. He laughed against my mouth and didn’t budge. “A little impatient, love?”

  He slid the tip of his cock in and my mouth fell open in anticipation.

  He was taking his damn time.

  “Hurry up, asshole.” With everything going on, I still hadn’t let go of that sassy tone.

  He rammed in and buried himself to the hilt in one thrust before I finished the last word.

  I flinched as he broke my barrier. He was breathing hard and held himself still, allowing me to adjust and get used to being filled before he started to thrust hard in a rhythm.

  I wrapped my legs around and said harder.

  He threw his head back and thrusted into me so hard that the desk started to teeter on its hind legs.

  It was a little painful but it was the sweetest punishment as he once said. I matched him thrust for thrust. I was almost there.

  He covered my mouth with his just as I was about to scream.

  “Shh,” he said, mindful of where we were.

  I was fucking my teacher and with that thought I came.

  My body was vibrating, spent.

  After a quick hard thrust, he threw his head back as I felt him starting to cum. He groaned and started to pull out so he wouldn’t cum inside me. But I locked him in the cradle of my legs. I was on birth control for my irregular periods. And a second later, his release filled me, gushing inside me.

  He looked down at our coupling and the evidence—his semen leaking out of me. He was proud of himself. That basic animalistic fucking and visual had him hardening again.

  We were both breathing hard after the exertion. I was languid and my legs unlocked from his torso.

  “That was something,” he said softly pressing quick kisses across my lips.

  But this was doomed before it could even go nowhere.

  He was my teacher.

  I was his student.

  If anyone found out, I would be expelled and he would be fired and punished. At twenty-five, he was eight years my senior. All the blame would be placed upon his shoulders.

  But him being my teacher had nothing to do in regards to my feelings toward him.

  Over the course of the month, I was falling for this man. His authority. His commanding presence. His demeanor which relaxed only in private with me. I felt cherished and protected when he cradled me. Even when he punished me. He knew how far to take it without causing me pain or giving me reason to bolt. He gave me a safe place to talk about anything and everything.

  We were two people who had the misfortune of being tabooed. Frowned upon.

  I liked him.

  And, I knew he liked me too.

  What was next for us?

  Dean had the uncanny ability to sense what directions my thoughts were going, he pressed his forehead against mine, silently reassuring me.

  “We will make this work,” he pressed a kiss on my forehead, leaning into me. Coveting my softness.

  He was still inside me when he started thrusting lazily and lifted me off the desk, slamming me against the wall. He didn’t care that I was sore. He took what he wanted. He wrapped my legs around his body and ravaged me. I threw my head against the wall when he trailed kisses down my neck.

  God, he was good when he fucked me like that.

  Afterwards, he grabbed his briefcase off the desk and rummaged though, looking for something.

  He found a napkin and wet it with his water bottle. And he cleaned me.

  “How?” I asked in askance to his previous statement.

  He was focused on his task and the corner of his mouth kicked up. “What did I say about questioning me,” he said, teasingly.

  I laughed. “Even when you piss me of, you make me feel better,” I started, “and alive.”

  “You make me feel alive, too,” he said. “It’s been awhile since I’ve felt the need to protect and consume. My parents…”

  We were interrupted when a knock was sounded at the door.

  We both looked at each other guiltily

  We sprang into action. I flipped my skirt down and he pulled his trousers up. Luckily, we were not in direct view of the window that was on the door so no one could see what we were up to. Or what we had been up to.

  Dean and I locked into a room together would raise questions. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the coat closet with a finger on my lips warning me to stay quiet.

  He closed the door and I heard his footstep tread towards the door and greet the student that came in for help.

  “Hey, Mr. Carter.”

  “How can I help you, Jack?” His voice was gruff and impatient. Hard and intimidating, Mr. Carter was back.

  Jack sensed it and said. “Uh, I needed help on yesterday’s homework assignment.”

  As much as Dean wanted to shoo him away, he couldn’t resist helping a student in need.

  Even though the timing sucked, I was happy to learn he had integrity and liked teaching.

  After what seemed hours but was only twenty minutes, Jack took his leave.

  Dean entered the closet and there, among all the students jacket, he crowded me and hugged me.

  I basked in the feeling of being wrapped around his bear arms.

  Chapter 8

  “Your parents…” I prodded, continuing our conversation before we were interrupted yesterday. It was after class and I stayed back even though the class was uneventful. I stayed in my place.

  He sighed and dropped his forehead on my shoulders.

  “They kicked me out as soon as I turned eighteen.”

  “Why?” My heart breaking for him.

  “My parents are in their seventies. They didn’t want kids at all. I was a late birth when they stopped using protection because my mom thought she was safe. She wasn’t and as much as they didn’t want kids, they couldn’t abort me. They should have put me up for adoption.

  “I detested growing up in that house. I wasn’t allowed to make loud noises. I wasn’t allowed to go to my mother for comfort as a child should be able to. I raised myself and when I turned eighteen I was asked to leave. I put myself through college and doubled majored in mathematics and earned a teaching degree.

  “I controlled myself to never need anybody. To be self-sufficient. Reliable. And I got though life fine and then I fell flat. When I saw you sitting in class—sad and strong. A dangerous combination. I needed you.”

  I pulled him in closer and hugged him tightly, my heart breaking for the boy who never received comfort or love.

  “I need you, too,” I replied against his neck.

  He sank to his knees and pulled my panties down.

  ***

  “Lily!” I was perusing the cafeteria for Kate at our usual table when she called me to join her.

  Kate was out on the prowl sitting with the guys from our gym class. I settled into the bench when she introduced me to Brody, who was surreptitiously eyeing me.

  I looked away not wanting to encourage him but then double checked myself and stared back forcing him to gaze away.

  “Bitch, I haven’t seen you around much,” I complained.

  I needed to share the past couple of days with somebody. I couldn’t share the specifics of but I wanted to tell her I met someone.

  “Ugh, my parents forced m
e to go with them to their friend’s wedding. And they took away my phone.”

  “Sounds fun.”

  “Hey, what you doing this weekend?” Kate bumped shoulders with me.

  I popped a fry in my mouth and unwrapped my cheeseburger. “Nothing,” I said after I finished chewing.

  “Good. We are going to Brody’s for a bonfire. His parents are away for the weekend and their house is on the beach. It’s epic. You should come,” she gushed excitedly.

  “You definitely should,” Brody winked at me.

  I laughed and thought about it. This would probably be my last high school bonfire. “Sure. Thanks for letting me crash your party.”

  “No problem,” He leaned in closer, “You’re hot.”

  I glanced over at Kate who was discreetly giving me a thumbs up. “Um, thanks.” Not sure what to say.

  He smirked and placed his hands on top of mine. I was surprised at the action and I started to slide my hand away, when a punk slip slapped across the lunch table.

  I knew that hand. Those long fingers had been inside me earlier this week.

  We were careful and settled in a routine of not antagonizing each other to avoid suspicion glares. Meaning no more punishments to be inflicted on me.

  I looked up to see Dean glaring down at our joined hands. The tick in his jaw indicated that he was pissed.

  “Detention tomorrow at lunch in my classroom, Ms. Lily.”

  I groaned, “For what I responded.”

  “Public indecency.” He gave a pointed stare to our hands, his nose flaring.

  Okay. That was hot.

  Brody tried to cut in and defend me. “That’s not fair, Mr. Carter.”

  “But, I was just about to get asked out,” I shot out adding a breathless tone.

  Squeezing Brody hands, my eyes conveyed for him to play along.

  Mr. Carted fisted his hands tightly. He quivered with restless energy like he wanted to punch a wall. His jaw was flexed rigidly.

  I grew aware of the tension brimming between us. His eyes boring into me.

  This possessive and controlling man was brought to his baser emotions simply because of his need for a woman. A woman who was capable of bringing him to his knees.