by Mia Allen
The thought exhilarated me. Comforted me because I felt the same about him.
And I didn’t want to test him anymore.
He composed himself before speaking. “You will do no such thing,” he said to Brody, focusing his attention away from me, as if I muddled his thoughts.
Brody mouth fell open in astonishment. “Sir, you can’t control who I wanna ask out.”
Dean placed his hands on the table and leaned in closer until he was leveed with Brody. “Oh, but I can. Try me.”
I sat there, silently, taking in the scene before me, before jumping in.
“What he means to say, dating is frowned upon.” As much as I wanted to antagonize him further, I was aware of all eyes on honed on us—curious. I didn’t want Dean to face repercussions. We avoided each other all week for that purpose.
Some teachers would look the other way. We went to an all-Catholic school. Regardless, students still found a way to date as long as you were able to circumvent the prying and knowing glances.
“Good thing we can learn to be discreet,” Brody winked and leaned toward me.
Dean couldn’t take it anymore and pulled me to my feet. “Detention in my office. Now.”
“Damn, Mr. Carter, chill,” Brody snapped.
“Do you want detention?” Dean threatened.
Brody stared at me and retreated further back on his seat. Well, damn. Detention sucked. But I thought he would be willing to bear it to defend me.
Boys suck.
I was aware of the man maneuvering me toward the cafeteria doors.
Chapter 9
We stayed silent on our way to his class. A couple of teachers stopped to speak with Dean. He spoke with every single one of them, not caring that I was standing by his side.
I tapped my feet, impatiently.
Dean was doing a good impression of ignoring me.
And it was pissing me off.
We stopped outside of his class when he looked up and down the hallway before pushing me roughly into the class and locking the door behind him.
He leaned against the closed door and folded his arms across his chest. “Did you forget who was inside you?” He spoke a few minutes later.
“No. But are we exclusive? No boy is allowed to speak with me without you going berserk?” I snorted.
“Yes. No. I don’t share.”
“I wasn’t going to say yes.”
“Didn’t look like it,” he growled and pranced towards me.
My back hit the wall as I retreated. He crowded me.
He glared at me, harsh and possessively. “This is mine.” He grabbed my breasts, kneading them, roughly tweaking the nipples through my shirt. “And this.” His hands left my breasts to go down and cup my pussy. “And this cunt is mine.” His other hand stopped over my heart. “And this.” He whispered in my ear. “Got it?”
I was shivering with need. I palmed his erection. “This is mine.” I palmed his face and gazed into his eyes. “This is mine.” I palmed my hands over his heart. “And this.”
He cupped my ass and lifted so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
“God, Lily. You make me crazy. The control I had over myself is slowly breaking whenever I see you,” he groaned against my mouth.
“Good,” I whispered.
His eyes grew heated as they took in my entire body making an urgent sweep of perusal. His eyes were filled with angry, unforgiving lust. Like that of an animal, glinting eyes and biting rage and passion.
My back arched without involuntarily. My heaving breasts pressed against his chest. I clawed at his forearm, unable to stop myself.
Who knew? I was a scratcher. Sharp nails and stinging skin.
I looked at his lips. I wanted to claw them, touch them, taste them, taste the hint of his blood. I didn’t know who made the first move. But suddenly his lips were on pressed on mine and I was kissing him.
This was better than that first time. The first time we explored. This time we plundered our mouths against each other, our tongues dueling for the upper hand.
His arms wrapped around my waist and he squeezed tightly, crushing my aching breasts against his rough pecs. The pain only enhanced my sinful need for him. I bit his lower lip, and he growled, biting me back.
With one hand he encircled my neck and tugged my hair back. I locked my thighs around his waist. I pushed my core into his. It was wet, starving for him. Growling, he dug his torso into mine, making me feel his cock through his pants, big and hard.
I unzipped him, needing to feel his cock. Once I freed him, I unwrapped my legs and sunk down to my knees. He fisted his hands in my hair.
I stared at his cock, suddenly unsure of what to do. I had never done that before. His member was just huge up close and at eye level that it grew intimidating.
“Don’t overthink it, babe.” His voice was tinged with sexual desire and amusement. “Just do what feels right.”
I palmed his cock—stroking it up and down—and slowly found my rhythm. He threw his head back and groaned, holding on to my hair. His erection grew harder beneath my touch.
I, hesitantly, brought my mouth toward the head. Kissed the tip and pulled back to see his reaction. His eyes were shut tightly and he was breathing hard.
He liked it.
I wrapped my mouth around his cock and started sucking. Not taking him in all the way. Slowly, I increased and took him in further and further, careful of my gag reflex. I enjoyed the salty task of his skin. The way he made me feel and the way I made him feel.
He was holding back. I could tell he wanted to take over. And I wanted him to. I was out of my element. My pussy clenched.
I cupped his balls and he snapped. He thrusted into my mouth and pulled my head back and forth from where his hand were gripped in my hair.
“Finger yourself,” he ordered.
I pushed my fingers down and found my clit. I rubbed it, falling apart in seconds.
After a few moments, he pulled out of my mouth and to my feet. “I’m cumming inside of you.”
He splayed me on top of his desk and sank to his knees.
I closed my legs, reflexively.
He hooked each leg over his shoulder and licked my center. I lost myself in the sensation of his mouth feasting on me. He licked and probed searching for my clit. Teasing it once he found it.
“Don’t cum,” he ordered.
“I can’t help it. I’m about to,” I moaned.
Dean stood and wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me against the wall.
He was about to enter me when he said. “I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Disorientated at the one-eighty, I asked. “How is that possible?”
His tip brushed my sex. “You’re graduating next week and going to Boston for college in two months, right?”
I was pursuing a degree in mathematical economics. “Yes,” I panted.
“This teaching position is temporary to see how I would fit. If everything went well, I was going to be offered a long-term position.” He slowly pushed his cock in further. “I can teach anywhere.”
I grew delirious at what he was alluding to. He was willing to follow me to pursue what we have with each other. My eyes grew watery as I cupped his face and said. “I’m falling.”
“Too late. I fell. I love you, too.” He kissed me softly as he pounded into me.
Hard. He squeezed my breasts and continued his furious thrusting.
“I’m cumming,” I gasped.
A second later, he followed his warm seed pouring into me.
The bell rang a few minutes later.
Too caught up in passion, we failed to notice how much time passed. So consumed by the raw need for each other.
We sprang into action, fixing our disheveled clothes.
It was too late.
Mr. Smith, the gym teacher who I’ve seen have lunch with Dean in the faculty room, entered the class. “Hey Dean, I got a date lined up for y…” His voice trailed off when he sp
otted Dean standing in front of me, shielding me from prying eyes while I buttoned my shirt.
We fixed our clothes but our flushed skin and hair gave us away. The scent of what we were doing moments ago still in the air. It didn’t take a genius to know what transpired.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Mr. Smith straightened and turned toward me and gently asked. “Lily, are you okay? Were you coerced?
Dean stepped forward and furiously said, “Mike, you seriously think I’m capable of that.”
“I don’t know what to think,” Mr. Smith exclaimed. You do realize that you’re the one in the fucking position of authority. She’s a student, for goddamn’s sake.”
“Think, Mike, think.” Dean got into his face.
Before it could go any further, I jumped in. “Mr. Smith, Dean—I mean Mr. Carter—did nothing wrong. It was consensual. I wasn’t coerced. I was aware of everything that went on. I wanted it.”
He scoffed. “We have a week until graduation. You couldn’t keep your dick in your pants for a week longer?”
“Dean,” I screamed when he pushed Mr. Smith against the wall and his forearm was pressed against his neck.
“You. Do. Not. Speak. Like. That,” Dean bit out forcefully and pushed his forearms to emphasize his point.
Mr. Smith was unfazed and stared at Dean trying to get a read on him. “Holy shit,” he muttered out, “All these months and I haven’t seen you with anyone. To think all this time, you had it for her.” He gestured to me.
“She’s it,” Dean said firmly.
“I have to report this.”
He pushed off Mr. Smith and started pacing. “No. You’ll ruin her reputation. This will follow her everywhere she goes.”
“It’s protocol. I have to.”
I pleaded. “Mr. Smith, I’m graduating next week. No one ever has to know. After that, nothing is keeping Dean and I from being together.”
“She’s right. If you want to still report me after a week, you can do so. But not her. She remains anonymous,” he demanded.
Mr. Smith was torn by his duty as a teacher and a friend.
Friendship won out.
“I can wait,” he said and turned to leave. “Be careful, next time it won’t be me walking through that door.”
Dean and I exhaled a huge sigh when the door closed behind Mr. Smith.
“Whew,” I said.
Chapter 10
“I want you to move in with me over the summer before we go to Boston.”
After the close call with Mr. Smith two days ago, Dean and I took extra precaution.
No more rendezvous after class.
We strictly communicated via texting.
We acted in our professional capacity at school but engaged in the extra-curricular activities at Dean’s apartment. Where we could bask in our passions and not feel guilty.
No one to interrupt.
“After you graduate,” he clarified, running his hands down my arms. “I want two blissful months where I can spend days inside you. Not hide in corners for a few precious minutes.”
“Why after I graduate? Why not now?” I ran my fingernails across his chest. We were lying in bed after being fucked hard on my knees.
He was built with barely any fat. He ran six miles every morning before going in for work. I showed my appreciation to his toned body. I wanted to lick him all over. This is the first we’ve seen each other completely naked.
And we’ve made up for lost time.
Many, many hours later, there wasn’t a place where we haven’t kissed or licked or nuzzled and caressed.
“Because you’re still my student and I won’t risk your future. I can’t. I care about you too much to do that you. No matter how much I want to keep you tied to my desk and plant my seed inside of you.” His gaze grew appreciative when he removed the sheets covering me to take in my naked form. My nipples perked up for attention.
“Which means—” he closed his lips over my nipples, lavishing attention on both, “that we have to be careful. We’re going out next Saturday. On a proper date to celebrate your graduation.” His voice brooked no argument.
His fingers dragged up and down my hot slit and then entered in firm slippery circles. I was already wet. Little did he know that the mere sight of him laying languorously in bed relaxed and sated made me wet.
“I’d like that,” I barely answered. Forgetting everything except that finger.
The sheets rustled and then a hot breath was fanned at my center. My back arched. I held his hair and pulled. He was undeterred in his mission. He licked and sucked until I was taken over edge.
He kissed me as my body was coming down from the earth-shattering orgasm I just received.
“I can’t wait until three weeks so that I can take you however and wherever I want and as hard as I want, consequences be damned,” he deliciously promised.
We couldn’t get enough of each other.
“On your stomach,” he ordered.
And flipped me over. He placed a pillow under my stomach.
He loved ordering me around. My compliance turned him on. It turned me on too when he used a domineering tone in bed.
“God, you’re sexy,” he whooshed out and fisted my hair using it as something to hold on to.
With no warning, he slammed into my sore cunt hard.
My mouth fell open in pleasure.
Whenever he retreated to slam back in, my head was pulled back from where his hand was gripping my hair.
The pain coupled with his thrusts undid me.
I arched and moved with his body.
He groaned and let go of my hair to grabbed the globes of my ass and pump into me.
I moaned and bit my lip.
So close.
And we both let out our breaths at the same time, our orgasms in sync. He kept thrusting to make sure all his semen was spent in me.
He collapsed on the bed besides me and pulled me into the cradle of his arms, uncaring of the sticky juices tainting the bed.
If he got his way, I would always have his seed in me and coating down my legs. That visual always made him hot and bothered, his caveman tendencies coming through. His seed in me turned him into a wild animal.
When we lay like this, it was hard to think that there was a seven-year gap. Life and circumstances had shaped both of us beyond our years.
His family kicked him out.
My only family, my dad, passed away.
We were two broken, lonely souls searching and wanting love without realizing it till it happened. We found that with each other.
People would think it was a silly crush but Dean made me feel alive when I was all alone and depressed. He filled the void that was in my heart.
Dean with his rough demeanor and soft gruffness made me crazy for him.
In this bed, there was no teacher and student.
We weren’t taboo.
Or forbidden.
We were two pieces of a puzzle that fit when we were together.
Dean kissed my head softly and asked. “Hungry, love?”
“Famished,” I responded.
He chuckled. “Good to know I wore you out. Now, how about you whip us up some eggs?”
I never responded well to orders outside of sex.
“Yeah, right,” I said. I pushed him off the bed until he barely managed to catch himself so he wouldn’t fall and snuggled into the sheets.
“Fine. Fine,” he grumbled, “What’s the point of having a woman around when she won’t cook?”
My mouth fell open in outraged shock..
He winked.
Bastard.
I threw a pillow at him as he walked out of the door.
I hugged the pillow to my chests slumberously thinking about the past few months and excited for what was to come.
I was graduating next week.
Dean wasn’t going to be my teacher anymore.
And I wouldn’t be his student anymore.
We didn’t have to
hide.
We were spending the next three months wrapped up in each other.
I couldn’t wait to bask in unbridled passion and love.
THE END