by Aria Cole
“Only a few more hours.” Devon pressed his nose to my ear and inhaled. “Remind me why we didn’t take the day off to celebrate?”
“You act like it’s been a form of torture.” I giggled and ducked beneath his arm, relishing the feel of his body pressed against mine.
We were tucked away in what had become our space, the projector room that hardly ever saw the light of day. The technology was so ancient not even the librarian used this room, and it was the safest spot we could find to steal a few minutes for ourselves. So many of our special moments had happened here, and I’d come to look forward to the unexpected moments he dropped in on me in the library.
“I’ve waited a lifetime for you to come along. Every moment you’ve been in my life, every moment I haven't been able to touch you has been a form of torture.”
I swooned at his words. “The bell is going to ring.”
A frustrated growl spilled past his lips before he tightened his grip on me and pressed his lips to mine in a quick kiss.
“Go on, I’ll meet you in there.” He tapped the curve of my ass and made my system hum with unrequited lust.
I left him in the library and stifled my chuckle when Devon stepped into class a few minutes behind me. He sat at his desk, something I now knew he did to hide the thick hard-on tenting his pants. The fact that this beautiful, intelligent, accomplished man wanted me was something I’d never expected. I felt as though I’d won the lotto, and I only hoped I could be the woman he thought I was. I was as inexperienced as they came. A slow pit of dread had begun to form in my stomach over the last few nights, thinking I could prove to be a disappointment to him.
“Morning, everyone.” Devon cleared his throat and tented his fingers together, elbows on his desk. “It’s come to my attention that we’ve got a birthday today.”
I turned my head down, feeling heat flame up my cheeks.
“Ms. Kingston, happy eighteenth.”
Hoots and hollers echoed from around the room, along with some clapping, minus one loud-mouthed loser. Shawn hadn’t returned to school thankfully. A few students had heard he was now enrolled at the alternative school, which was exactly where I thought he belonged.
“Thank you.” I waved at the rest of the class before nailing him with my eyes.
Embarrassment heated my blood, I wanted to get him back for drawing attention to me. He knew I hated that.
Devon’s eyebrows arched as his eyes danced with mischievous enjoyment.
I pursed my lips, thinking I knew exactly how to get the best of him. I crossed my legs and made sure the skirt I wore rode up my thighs. His eyes flicked down instantly, and he cleared his throat again before averting his eyes.
“Everyone on page fifty-five, please.”
I grinned when I heard the restraint in his voice.
“Ms. Kingston, why don’t you do us the honor of reading the first paragraph?”
I inwardly groaned before starting to read. When I felt his eyes on me, I glanced up, smiling as I trailed a few fingertips down my neck and across my chest. I continued to read, glancing up every so often to find his eyes following the finger hovering at my cleavage. I finished the last sentence, then turned my eyes toward Devon. His were riveted on me as I sat silently.
“Perfect. Ms. Ross, could you take the next?” he instructed the student next to me.
Her voice picked up where mine had left off, but Devon’s eyes stayed on me. I licked my lips, letting my mouth turn up in a wicked grin before I uncrossed my legs and let them fall apart just enough to allow the handsome-as-hell chemistry teacher a view of my panties.
His eyes flicked down to the V at my thighs before widening. I watched one hand slip below his desk. I assumed he was doing what he’d been doing for most of the last six days—adjusting his large erection.
My god, I couldn’t wait to taste his lips and see his broad, hard body naked for the first time. I even wanted to drop to my knees and lick his cock like a lollipop. My experience may be non-existent, but my eagerness to learn was strong.
I smiled sweetly as Devon instructed the next student in the row to continue reading as my hand smoothed up my inner thigh, my fingertips nearing the heat that dampened my panties. His eyes slid closed for a moment before they flicked back open, riveted on my gaze. I noticed the flex and release of one of his biceps and knew without a doubt he was rubbing his erection beneath his pants.
I nearly choked on a pleasurable groan as my fingertips dusted across the elastic of my pantyline. I’d worn these just for him. The lacy white panties were nearly see-through in some areas, and they hugged my ass so well I knew they’d drive him insane.
And it just so happened I liked Mr. Walsh insane.
When he’d realized I’d made direct contact with my panties, he swallowed as his eyes flamed. I pursed my lips and shifted in my chair, acting bored for anyone sitting behind me, but I was so turned on I was ready to explode. Nineteen pairs of eyes read along with the student droning on about combustible reactions, but mine were riveted on Devon’s. Lost in our own tantalizing bubble, we drove each other to the edge without a single touch. I knew no one was paying attention and no one could even tell my thighs were parted enough to draw suspicion, but the intoxicating mix of risk and lust made my skin sticky with arousal and my nerves tingle with reckless excitement.
My heart hammered against my ribcage as I brushed a fingertip across the damp lace of my panties, watching his lips part before he looked around the room to ensure no one was paying attention to us.
He cleared his throat, but anyone as intimate with him as I was could hear the strain threaded through his words. “Next student, please.”
As soon as the next student began reading, Devon’s eyes flicked back to mine.
I curved my lips, then removed my fingers from between my thighs, dragging the tips scented like my sex across my neck and capturing my index finger between my teeth.
His eyes nearly bulged before he bit his own lip, indecision warring in his eyes before the bicep of one arm flexed and his eyes closed. A slow ripple ran through his body, a frown twisting his face momentarily as his chest heaved with torturous pleasure. I nearly jumped and clapped because I’d done it. I’d made Mr. Walsh come without so much as a touch of my hand.
I’d never imagined I could have that power over a man, but after spending so many months touching myself at night and singing his name when I came, I was desperate to see him the same way.
Devon’s muscles relaxed before he swallowed once, his eyes darting around the classroom to make sure no one had caught us, before he stood. I tried to avert my eyes, but like a magnetic field, I was drawn to his crotch. There was no indication he’d just gotten off, except his pants were missing one very impressive bulge.
“That’s enough for today.” Devon raised a hand and halted the student that had picked up reading. “You're free to leave early, but I want you poring over that chapter.”
Twenty heads nodded.
“I mean it. Know it backward and forward.”
The entire class shuffled out as I lingered, pretending to look for something deep in the confines of my backpack. I only looked up when I heard the resounding click of the lock on the door.
My eyes widened, but before I could even utter a word, Devon was on me, hauling me from my chair and pulling me to the darkest corner of the classroom, free from windows and prying eyes.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? Fingering yourself in front of my class? That’s bold, Ms. Kingston.”
I swallowed, wondering if he really was upset. I couldn't tell. Lust and rage seemed to mingle in his eyes.
“You made me come in my pants.” He rested my palm against his crotch, his cock jumping beneath the fine fabric.
“Oh my god.” I felt the dampness leaking through the threads.
“Oh my god is right. I can’t take another minute without you, and since today is your eighteenth birthday…”
I stood stock-still, waiting fo
r his words to rush over me. I’d waited for so long to finally feel him.
“You’re going to take me?” I finally breathed, hopeful.
“Hardly, sweetheart.” He took my chin between his fingers and caught my gaze. “You're going to give yourself to me.”
His lips connected with mine, soft and slow at first, probing as his tongue pushed past my lips. My arms went around his neck and I stood suspended, his hands on my neck and chin as he kissed me so deeply I thought I might lose my breath.
“I’ve waited a long time to feel these lips,” he said when he pulled away.
“I-I’ve waited forever.” My voice trembled. “I’m a virgin, Devon.”
“Oh, sweet, Karoline.” He caressed my hair as he spoke. “You were waiting for me just like I was waiting for you.” He pressed his forehead to mine, his lips brushing against my mouth as he whispered, “I’ve never been with a woman.”
My mouth formed a small O, my fingers tightening on his shirt. “You’re… a virgin?”
For some reason, that made me feel leaps and bounds better. The playing field had been leveled for the final time. We were true equals. We’d both been waiting for each other, holding out hope that our souls would connect someday without knowing for sure if they ever would.
“No other woman on this earth has made me feel like you do, and I was waiting for that feeling. I knew when I felt it down deep in my stomach, that woman would be the one.” His thumb slid down my lips and pulled my bottom lip free. “You’re the one, Karoline.”
His eyes flamed and he sucked my bottom lip between his before his tongue thrust inside my mouth again. This time, we felt totally in tune. The rhythm of our tongues, our hearts, our bodies moved in sweet synchronicity.
His hands ran up my thighs, clutching them as he lifted and wrapped my legs around his narrow waist. With my back pressed against the wall and his hips nestled between mine, I felt every hard inch of him against my core for the first time.
It was ecstasy, sweet salvation, every wild fantasy I’d had come to life.
“Devon.” I ran my hands through his hair as his lips attacked my throat, his teeth nipping while one hand pressed between us and slipped beneath the lace of my panties.
“Jesus, Karoline, I didn’t know I could feel like this. Not for a second.”
He breathed between kisses, my heart running wild when his thumb made contact with my throbbing clit. I sighed and arched, teeth clamping down on my lip as he swirled his talented digit until I felt as though I might come apart at the seams.
“I swear I’m clean, Karoline. You’ll be the first and last woman I’m with.”
His words sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight through my veins. I nodded, knowing instinctively he was asking if he should slip on a condom.
“I don’t want anything between us. I’m on birth control so we’re safe, but I want to feel you.”
“Christ, I think you were made for me.”
I hoped so, because I was sure once I finally felt his body inside me, when we were finally connected, there would be no turning back. I would be his, completely and irrevocably.
“I know I was made for you,” I said, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his rock-solid, golden body to me for the first time.
“I want to see you.”
He removed me from his waist and pulled my shirt over my head in one swift movement. My heavy breasts, behind a lacy white bra, hung exposed to a man’s eyes for the first time.
A raw groan emanated from him as his eyes took me in, his hands traveling my skin as if he was starved for touch. “Turn around, sweetheart. Let me see that beautiful ass you've been hiding from me.”
I did as I was told, and with a cocky smile, I turned and flipped my skirt up for him, wiggling my ass until I heard a moan fall from his lips. His hands spanned my ass cheeks instantly, his fingers darting beneath the elastic as he fisted the flesh and rocked his hips against my cheeks.
“Such a bold little thing for teasing me earlier.” He slapped my ass playfully before yanking at the flimsy lace of my panties and tearing them down my thighs. He bent behind me and helped take them off my feet before shoving them under his nose. “These are mine.”
He tucked them deep in his pocket and spread my cheeks with both hands.
The next thing I knew, I felt the hot, wet flesh of his tongue stroking my pussy. In long, decadent licks, he ate me like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
“Making sure you’re ready to take me.”
One finger invaded my body, and I moaned and arched against him.
“Love hearing those noises coming from your lips and knowing I put them there.” Devon stood and spun me around, lifting me and setting me on a table stacked with empty beakers and chemistry materials. “You’re my world, Karoline. From this day forward, I live and breathe to protect you.” His arms went around my waist. “Let’s go home.”
“Home?” My heart fell.
“My home.” His eyes twinkled before he placed a swift kiss on my lips, then pulled me from the counter. “I want you in a bed our first time.”
I grinned before Devon patted me on the ass.
“Head out to the parking lot. I’ll meet you out there.” He picked up his phone as I left. “Hi, Devon Walsh here. I’m afraid I’ve got a bug. Something just came over me while I was teaching my last class. Can you call in a sub for the rest of the day? I think sleeping it off is the only way I’m going to get over it.”
Ten minutes later, Devon’s hands were around my waist as we charged up the stairs to his home. His fingers worked the lock of the door before we both crashed inside, hands and lips consuming each other before the front door was even closed.
He hoisted me into his arms, pushing his tongue into my mouth as he held me firmly against him.
Just where I’d been wanting to be.
He walked us down the hall, his lips never leaving mine as he kicked a door open. We landed on a mountain of pillows in the center of his bed.
“Cutting class with you makes me a bad influence.”
“You’re the best influence. You protect me, keep me safe, and make me incredibly happy,” I murmured against his lips, my hands clutching at his jaw.
His lips attached to mine and our tongues danced before I felt his hand between us, pulling down the zipper on his pants.
My heart slammed against my ribcage as I shifted and clutched the back of his head, pulling him closer to me. Not enough, this wasn’t enough. I needed more of him. I needed all of him.
“Please, hurry,” I whimpered before I felt the searing hot connection of his flesh pressed against mine for the first time. I sighed, enjoying the slow drag of his cock between my lips, before I felt him inching toward my entrance.
“I’ve heard this hurts, but I'm going to try like hell to make it the best experience of your life, baby.” His fingertips swirled at my clit, my arousal thickening and dripping down my thighs.
“It already is.” I breathed and rocked my hips, letting him know I was ready for everything he had to give.
“Damn, baby.”
He groaned before I felt his tip invading my body. With measured precision, he pressed deeper into my body as my nails dug into the flesh of his arms, my chest heaving with labored pants of anticipation.
“I can feel your body trying to push me out. I’m the only one who’s been here, I'm the only one who can bring you pleasure,” he murmured against my lips as my virgin body relaxed around his thick length. “Breathe, baby. Breathe. Goddammit, you feel so good.”
The ragged pants escaping his chest sent thrilling shots of fire through my body. I was his everything and he was mine.
“I'm ready, I want more. I want everything with you, Devon.”
“Baby…”
I saw the final crack in his control. His face twisted as he pushed the rest of the way inside me. I grunted and tensed before remembering to breathe deeply and allow my body to meld with his.
“You feel so
good. I couldn't imagine it could ever be this good. Christ, you’re the end of me. You know that, Karoline? I’ll never recover from you.”
“You don’t ever have to.”
I sighed as my body finally loosened, the small bites of pain melting to pleasure. I felt an orgasm rising, my body starting to burn with a desire only he could fill.
With his lips attached to mine, we were skin on skin, the scent of our sex filling the air, the slapping of flesh against creamy flesh unmistakable.
“Devon…” I called as my thighs tensed.
“Give it to me, Karoline. Give me that moan that lets me know I’ve done my job.”
He angled my ass with one of his palms and hit at a new and delicious bundle of nerves inside me. Coupled with his fingers massaging my clit in relentless waves, I finally let loose and felt a raging inferno explode through my body, tightening my muscles and curling my toes. Through the haze of my release, I felt him pull out of me and drop to his knees. His head buried between my thighs as he lapped at the pleasure pulsing out of me.
I moaned softly, feeling my orgasm penetrate every cell of my body and leaving me high with his pleasure.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste this pussy every day for the rest of my life.” He placed a delicate kiss on my neck before catching my chin in his palm and pulling my lips to his.
With precise strides he sank back into me, our lovemaking less frenzied this time. Caressing every nerve from the inside, Devon claimed my body as his. His lips never left mine as his muscles bunched and tensed, his thighs trembling as he came for the second time today.
When he’d finally calmed from his release, he said, “You’re the most beautiful thing in my life. The day you don’t feel that is the day I fail as your husband.”
“Husband?” I nearly choked on my tongue.
“Why delay the inevitable?” He placed another kiss on my lips, reminding me I was his once and for all.
I didn’t have a chance against his stubborn persistence. I was his, and he was mine.
“Well, I guess we should make it official.” I grinned, feeling drunk on his love.
“My thoughts exactly.” His lips curved up in a devilishly handsome smile. “Minute you stepped into my classroom, I knew you were different. I knew you were mine, and I knew I would have you. We just had to get the timing right.”