by Daiko, SC
His answer comes back straight away. I miss you too, princesa. It was weird coming straight home after work.
Where are you now? I ask.
In bed, thinking about you. Call me, princesa, I wanna hear your voice.
I do so and he picks up immediately.
“Beth.”
“Hola,” I smile.
He chuckles. “Hold the phone with your left hand and put your right hand between your legs.”
I gasp at his naughtiness. “Ryan…”
“Do it,” he barks.
I stroke lightly through my pyjama bottoms, my pussy clenching and tingling at my touch.
“Are you naked, princesa?”
“No,” I whisper. “I’m in my PJs.”
“Pull them down,” he commands.
I suck in a sharp breath, but do as he requests.
“Touch yourself properly,” he says in an authoritative tone.
I slip my fingers between my pussy lips.
“You wet?”
“Yes, my love,” I moan.
“Good. Now stroke your clit and all the way down to your tight little hole.”
I whimper, my cheek caressing the phone.
“Keep going. Finger your clit. Go around it twice, then over the top.”
I close my eyes. He’s working his cock, I know he is from the tremor in his voice. It makes me feel so hot for him.
“Put two fingers in.”
My pussy tightens around my fingers, sucking them into me, and my thumb presses down on my clit, teasing it into a buzzing frenzy.
“Tomorrow night, when I see you,” he groans, “I’m gonna put my own fingers deep inside you and then I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
I draw in a ragged breath. “Yes, oh yes.”
“Come for me, Beth,” he growls. “I’m nearly there.”
I press my whole hand along my wet pussy lips, feeling everything from the tingle around my hole to the powerful ache at my clit, and I rub myself back and forth, slowly. My breath comes in hard, short pants, and my back arches. Heat spreads from my knees to my waist, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out as exquisite pleasure washes over me and I crest the wave.
“Feeling better now?” he asks, and I imagine him smiling.
“Much better, thanks,” I sigh, lifting my fingers to my nose and inhaling the scent of my arousal. “Good night, my love.”
“Buenas noches, princesa,” he says softly. “Sweet dreams.”
The next day, after a lunch of pumpkin soup, roast turkey with all the trimmings, and Christmas pudding with brandy butter, which we eat in my parents’ formal dining room, we troop through to the living room to open our gifts under the tree. Mama pecks me on the cheek and thanks me for the small bottle of Channel No. 5 I give her. Mike and Sophie have bought her a much bigger bottle, of course. And the Santa sweater I got Daddy is far surpassed by the Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer jumper given to him by my dear sister and her husband. Typical!
I couldn’t think what to buy for them. Something for the baby seemed a tad premature, especially as Soph mentioned there’ll be a shower nearer her due date. So, I compromised by getting her a maternity pillow and Mike a book about fatherhood. They present me with a £50 Amazon voucher, for which I’m grateful, but I wish they’d taken the time to find something more personal. I can’t wait to see Ryan’s face tomorrow, when he opens the envelope containing the two tickets to the rugby game between Wales and England next March. I smile to myself, and a warm feeling spreads through me.
After watching the Queen’s speech on TV, and I’m shown the latest scan picture of the tiny baby boy Sophie and Mike have already named Noah, Daddy suggests we go for a walk… another family tradition. We set off across Clifton Down, the large parkland at the top of the road. Mama, Daddy and Mike stride on ahead; Soph links my arm with hers and we walk together.
“I’m glad I’ve got you on your own,” she says brightly. “There’s a glow to you, Beth. Am I right in guessing there’s a new man in your life?”
I press my lips together, and I feel my face heat up. “I do have a boyfriend,” I say casually, as if it were nothing. “He’s someone I met at school.”
She gives me the third degree about him and I tell her as much as I can, letting her assume Ryan is a fellow-teacher, letting her assume he’s more or less my age. “I love him,” I say.
“Ooh, I can’t wait to meet him,” she trills. “You must bring him to dinner one night.”
“That would be brilliant,” I lie.
Why the hell did I open my big mouth?
Of course, when we go back home for afternoon tea… Christmas cake, mince pies and cucumber sandwiches, as if we didn’t eat enough at lunch, Sophie spills the beans about Ryan, and I find myself sinking deeper into the pit of deception as I allow the assumptions to prevail.
Daddy nods off over a glass of port, Soph and Mike take their leave, and I’m left sitting with Mama.
“I do hope this new young man of yours is better than the last one,” she huffs, giving me a disapproving look. “Don’t get me wrong. I want you to be happy, darling. To see you settled like Sophie would be a huge relief to your father and me.”
I fight a sudden urge to come clean and share my situation, but I know from experience it would make things a lot worse. I think about Carys, about how supportive she is of her son, and I wish my own mother could be like her.
“So, you like rugby, do you Miss Matthews?” Ryan’s grandad asks the next day, spooning the last morsel of Welsh stew from his plate. His blue eyes twinkle and his smile is genuine.
“I love it,” I say with enthusiasm. “I love watching it. I love the whole thing.”
“Well said,” Ryan smirks, and I catch his eye.
I’ve been trying not to look at him while we’ve been eating, trying not to let my feelings show in front of his grandfather and little sister, but I’ve felt his burning gaze on me throughout the meal. How can they not have noticed? Carys has told Sara and her father that I’m her friend, though, and they should believe her.
“Are you coming to Ryan’s game too, Sara?” I ask, smiling.
She smirks. “Nia is gonna stop by so I’ll stay home and hang out with her.”
“Sara still doesn’t get rugby,” Ryan laughs a hearty laugh. “She’ll learn.”
His little sister pokes out her tongue at him and he tickles her under the chin. “Help me load the dishwasher, chiquita. Then Mam, Miss Matthews and I best be off.”
It’s an ‘at home’ match at the local club, on the other side of town. We pile into Cary’s second-hand Fiat Panda, pick up Josh on route, and soon we’ve arrived at the venue. There’s a wooden stand at the side; Carys and I find seats while Ryan and Josh go to join their teammates.
The game starts, and Carys is like a sports commentator, giving a running commentary on every tackle and try. The visitors take the lead with a penalty goal, but Wyemouth fights back. She shouts instructions to the referee, who clearly can’t hear her but she carries on all the same. “He was coming in from the wrong side, you idiot. How could you miss that?” And again, “Number seven, watch him, he’s offside, he’s offside goddammit.”
Numerous tackles broken and tries scored later, the scores are equal with only a couple of minutes left. My eyes have been glued to Ryan the whole match; I’ve enjoyed watching his powerful thighs pounding, his strong arms catching and passing the ball. He truly is like a machine. Heart thudding, I watch him as he runs through three of the visiting team’s defenders to score a touchdown. I’m so proud of him, I want to shout, this man is mine. Instead, I stand up, punch the air, and cheer with the rest of the home crowd. Wyemouth has won.
Goosebumps suddenly prickle across my skin. A man in a dark overcoat is staring at Carys and me from the edge of the stand. I nudge her to point him out, but when I look again, he’s disappeared.
Carys’ face pales when I tell her what I saw, and she pulls her phone out of her pocket to check
her emails. “It’s okay,” she says, relieved.
“Ryan told me what happened in Ibiza,” I say quietly.
“It’s a constant worry he’ll find out we’re here.” Her voice trembles. “My stalker isn’t the sort of person who accepts defeat.”
I hold her arm. “Have you thought of telling the Welsh police?”
“Of course, but I have nothing concrete for them to go on. But as long as he’s on the island, I’ll be safe.” She releases a breath. “If he ever leaves, that’s when I’ll ask for protection. I can’t think of any other solution.”
“Solution to what?” Ryan asks, coming up from behind.
Carys sends me a message with her eyes not to say anything, not to scare her son. “Why don’t the two of you spend some time together?” she suggests. “I bet you haven’t even exchanged gifts yet,” she winks. “I’ll cover for you, son, with Grandad and Sara.”
Ryan whoops and picks Carys up in his muscular arms, spinning her around before putting her down. “You’re the best, Mam,” he turns and grins at me. “Isn’t she, princesa?”
I feel myself colour, and nod in agreement. She’s a formidable woman, and I’m glad she’s on our side. In the periphery of my vision, I catch Josh staring at us, and my heart sinks.
21
I arrive at Beth’s, her gift in my jeans pocket… a silver Welsh dragon pendant and chain. She opens the door, and she looks so fucking beautiful I can’t help pulling her against me. “Joder, princesa, I’ve been dying to do this all day.” I bring my mouth down, prize her lips apart, and claim her as mine.
She takes a breath and lifts her eyes, her chocolate-brown irises darkening. With nifty movements, she helps me take off my coat and hang it on the rack.
I’ll give her the necklace later, I decide. There’s something more pressing I wanna give her first, and I press that something against her lower belly.
She releases a soft moan.
I grasp her hips, then move my hands to knead her peachy ass through her leggings.
She tangles her hands in my hair, and kisses me hard.
I pull her knee up over my hip, angling it so my cock rubs against her pussy. “Gonna fuck you, Beth. Right here. Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Oh, fucking yes,” she hisses.
I take her arms with one hand and pin them to the wall behind her, then kiss her neck, sucking it, biting down. I wrap her other knee around my waist and hold her against the wall with my hips, pulling down the shoulder strap of her cami. “God, you’re incredible,” I growl as I cup her tits, kneading them, rolling her bullet-hard nipples between my fingers and tugging on them.
Her fucking leggings and knickers are in the way, so I put her down, steady her feet on the floor, and pull them off. “Gonna fuck you standing up, princesa,” I say, unzipping my jeans and letting them fall. My dick springs free, hard, engorged and ready for her. Bending, I slip two fingers into her already-soaked pussy, all the way in.
She gasps and thrust forwards, catching my rhythm, rocking with me. My thumbnail hits her swollen clit. “Oh, Ryan,” she whimpers.
“You’re nice and wet for me, princesa,” I rasp, hooding my eyes and curling my fingers to find the spot. “Jesus, you’re so tight… fucking perfect.” She writhes against my hand. “Ah, ah, ah, I said I was gonna fuck you, didn’t I?” I remove my fingers with a sweet popping sound.
I lift her left leg and wrap it around my waist. Squatting a little, I guide my cock into her, and, fuck, she’s real wet I manage to fill her up until I’m balls-deep. It feels fucking breath-taking and, from the sounds she’s making, the soft moans, she feels the same way I do.
I thrust deep, every stroke hitting the spot. My eyes fixed on hers, I slip my fingers into her mouth and she sucks on them, sucks off her precum. “I’m in fucking deep. Can you feel me, Beth?”
She pushes forwards. “Oh, God, Ryan. Oh, God,” is all she can say.
She puts her hands on my face, and I lean into her. We’re eye to eye, nose to nose, bodies moving together, the swell of tension building. “You’re unbelievable,” she says, her thumb on my lips.
I kiss that thumb, running my tongue along its length as I fuck her. Her cami is around her waist and what we’re doing is hot… fucking hot. Tingles build in my balls and I spiral towards my climax. “I’m there,” I gasp, unable to stop the spurts shooting up my shaft. “I’m coming fucking hard.”
Her legs stiffen and her pussy clenches around my cock as her release ripples through her. “Yes, Ryan, yes,” she squeals.
I thrust again with a grunt, and then a moan. My dick spasms and she tightens her pussy muscles around it. I stoop and kiss her neck. “Gracias,” I say, slipping my cock slowly out of her. It’s still rigid, every inch of it rubbing the walls of her tight little hole.
She readjusts her cami and stands on tiptoes, kissing my lower lip and sucking it into her mouth. “Well, that was an epic way to wish me Happy Christmas,” she giggles. “Come through to the living area so I can give you your present.”
I chuckle and pull up my jeans, feeling my pocket to make sure her gift is still there. “Lead the way.”
Ryan’s cum is trickling down my legs. “Hang on a sec, my love. Just need to wipe myself.” I step into the bathroom and grab a flannel. He comes up behind me and lifts the hair from the back of my neck to give me a sloppy wet kiss, blowing a raspberry and making me giggle again.
I clean myself, then put on my knickers and leggings. Taking his hand, I pull him with me. I’ve made the sitting room look Christmassy… there’s a small tree in the corner, twinkling with lights and golden baubles. I hand him the envelope that’s been hiding between the branches. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
It’s tied with a red ribbon, and he undoes it slowly, his eyes shining. “Oh, wow, Beth. This is awesome, thank you.” He picks me up and gives me a twirl. “You gotta come to the match with me. Maybe we can find you a disguise? If you wear a wig and sunglasses no one will know it’s you.”
I laugh at the insanity of his suggestion, and he silences me with a kiss. “I’m serious,” he says. “It’ll be epic.”
“Let’s wait and see,” I say, and leave it at that.
He reaches into his pocket and presents me with a small, square, silver-paper-wrapped box. I rip it open, and tears of happiness fill my eyes. “It’s perfect, Ryan. I love it. Almost as much as I love you.”
He fastens the silver chain at the back of my neck. The dragon is enclosed in a circle and nestles at the top of my cleavage. “I’ll wear it every day,” I say, kissing him on the lips. “Come and sit with me. I need to talk to you, run a few things by you.”
He frowns, but does as I ask. “Anything wrong?”
“Not exactly,” I say firmly. “It’s just that, when we were at the rugby game, Josh was staring at me as if he knew something.”
Ryan exhales slowly. “He’s not stupid, princesa. He saw us together in Madrid, and, when we got back, when I didn’t show any interest in Catrin, he worked it out.”
I widen my eyes. “Will he keep our secret?”
Ryan runs a hand through his messy hair. “Absolutely. He knew about our break-up, and, when I wouldn’t go to the school dance, he put two and two together that we were back on.”
“My family knows about you too.” I chew my lip. “Not everything, though. I didn’t tell them you’re my student.”
“Would that be a problem for them?”
“Massively,” I shudder.
He opens his arms, and I bury my head in his ripped chest. I decide to give voice to the thoughts that have been whirling in my brain since getting home from his match. “I’ve come to a decision,” I say. “I’m going to give the required half term’s notice and resign from my job. I hate lying to everyone, hate sneaking around like I’m doing something wrong.”
“Jesus, Beth,” he says sharply, leaning back and grasping my shoulders. “You can’t do that. I won’t let you. You’re an awesome teacher, and the kids n
eed you to get them through their exams. You can’t leave them in the middle of the school year, you just can’t.”
“No one is irreplaceable.”
“You are. Please, don’t do it. It’s only for a few more months... it’ll be summer before we know it.”
I nestle my face against his pecs again, and his steady heartbeat vibrates against my ear. It feels right here; this is where I belong. “I’m fed up with being passive in this situation,” I say softly. “I want to take control of my life.”
He rests his chin on my head, and puts his strong arms around me. “It sucks, but we’ll get through this. It’s only temporary. We love each other and we have our whole lives ahead of us.” He breathes into my hair, and kisses the top of my head.
The sensation washes over me that I’m melting into him, becoming a part of him. No longer Beth, but a new creature, my spirit fused with his. My words of protest evaporate in my throat, and I lift my chin to kiss his beautiful lips.
22
It’s the end of January and I’m hiking up a damn mountain with Beth, Mr Davis, Josh, Gareth, Catrin, Eleri and some of my other classmates. We’ve followed Mr Davis across a wooden footbridge over a narrow river, and are heading uphill, our breath steamy in the cold afternoon air.
Over a month has gone by since Beth and I got back together... a month of mind-blowing sex, intimate phone calls, and increasing frustration about having to keep our relationship secret. I’d give anything to be walking by her side right now. Instead, she’s behind me, urging Cat and Eleri to keep up. They’ve done nothing but complain about how heavy their backpacks are. The fuck did they expect? We’re all carrying sleeping bags, ground mats, cooking equipment, a change of clothes and lightweight tents as we’re gonna spend the night up here. Joder, my first whole night with Beth, and I can’t fucking sleep with her.
“You accepted that offer from Southampton yet?” Josh asks, trudging beside me on the stony path. To my surprise, and everyone else’s, I did great in the mock exams, getting A* in Spanish, A in PE, and even managing a B in Maths.