Seducing Mrs. Robinson

by Rachel Van Dyken

  “Knock, knock.” A familiar feminine voice broke in. “Sorry, I just figured I should interrupt before that got any weirder.”

  I groaned into my hands.

  “To be fair…” Slater looked around my body at Kora. “Could it get weirder?”

  “Asking for a friend,” Finn added in.

  “Meh, depends on the fruit.”

  I could smell her as she waltzed past me and sat in my desk chair. Her perfume did funny things to my heart and my dick, no judgment, I was sexually frustrated all right?

  “Woman has a point,” Slater agreed, the bastard. “So, I guess the only question we have—”

  “You know, other than the one where we ask where this odd fascination began,” Finn offered helpfully.

  “Yes, other than that minor detail.” Slater waved him off. “What’s the fruit in question?”

  “Can’t be a banana.” Finn tapped his chin. “Too close to his own equipment.”

  “Compare my dick to a banana again and I’m selling you on the black market.” I clenched my teeth.

  “He’d go for millions!” Slater burst out laughing. “Okay, so no bananas… This is a conundrum.”

  “We didn’t have an appointment today.” I ignored them and changed the subject. Kora hadn’t changed, meaning her curves were in full view as she sat with her legs crossed looking so prim and proper I wanted to dirty her up.

  All in all, I was dying a slow, painful death of want.

  And she had no idea.

  Because she trusted me.

  Because I was her coach now.

  Her friend.

  Yeah, I was seconds from jumping out the window and putting myself out of my misery.

  “Oh, I know.” She beamed. “The guys invited me because I did so good on my homework and extra credit.” That was followed by a wink I felt everywhere.

  “Apple.” Finn guessed loudly. “You bought a shit ton of apples last week.”

  I shot him a death glare.

  “What?” He shrugged. “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”

  “That’s what I always say.” Slater nodded seriously. “Getting sick’s no joke, gotta take care of you, ya know?”

  “Bro, you speak to my soul.” Finn teased.

  Had they always been this annoying?

  “How nice of Leo to share with me, then,” Kora said softly, her eyes sparkling in my direction. I wanted to get lost in those eyes. I’d always dreamed of the day when she would look at me like I was a man, grown up, no longer her student.

  Right now, she was looking at me like that.

  Two seconds of torture later and her teasing smile was directed at the guys, the look she had given me, gone.

  “He’s a giver, Leo.” Slater stood. “All right, should we get started with round two?”

  “Round two, lesson two,” Finn joined in. “I think this is the perfect time, and Kora, I think you’re ready.”

  I was getting ready to pull my shirt off. Lesson two often involved more touching, but we let her explore, build her confidence in a way that she knew how to ask for what she wanted when she was with her person.

  Skin on skin was necessary, especially with her. She was gun shy for good reason.

  Just thinking about her ex showing up today had me ready to rip the room to shreds.

  Once an asshole, always an asshole.

  “Leo.” Finn shot me a look I couldn’t decipher. “I’m going to have Slater take this one. You’ll sit out and watch.”

  I clenched my fists. “I’m sorry, what?”

  “You,” Finn spoke slowly. “Sit. And she’ll touch Slater and me while you instruct her what to do.”

  Could he be any more condescending?

  I knew why I was sitting out.

  I wasn’t stupid.

  He didn’t want her touching me because I was so strung up. It would probably be impossible to hide how aroused I was.

  Kora took a deep breath.

  I smiled so she would feel at ease when really all I wanted to do was leap across the room and pull her into my arms, beg her to let me prove to her that this wasn’t just infatuation.

  This could be something more.

  More than just helping her get over the asshole and live her life.

  I hated that I was helping to teach her how to come out of her shell and loathed the idea that some other guy would be the one to appreciate it when nobody deserved her.

  Not even me.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Always make them want more… if you fail, you gave way too much of the milk to the cow, you know?” — Leo Blackwood

  Kora

  The amount of testosterone in that room was nearly overwhelming. I was having a hard time not staring as Slater and Finn both took off their shirts.

  Leo sat on the bed across from me, his stare emotionless, but his hands clenched into tight fists like he was ready to throw punches at any minute.

  “All right,” Leo said smoothly. “For this lesson, we’re going to try to make touching good, not bad. No flinching, no shying away, and most importantly, we want you to feel free to…” His voice cracked. “Explore.”

  Was it my imagination, or did a muscle jump in his jaw?

  Was he clenching his teeth?

  I frowned at him only to have him give me an answering smile in return.

  Cleary, I was imagining things, maybe because I wanted to. Because I wanted to be touching him—freely.

  I about died when I walked in on his conversation. I knew the guys were just giving him crap, but part of me wondered if it was true—not the apples, but maybe because he was giving them to me?

  I was reaching.

  He made me want to.

  “Kora?” The way Leo said my name was like a whisper of a kiss across my lips. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” I gulped. “I’m not sure how good I’m going to be at this.”

  “People who are used to hiding are typically horrible at it, so don’t feel bad. Again, we’re here to help you not to make you feel bad, so if you need to stop, you stop, you call all the shots.” His eyes locked with mine. “Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “But just in case,” Slater piped up, “your safe word is apple.”

  I cracked a smile as Leo rolled his eyes.

  “Let’s begin,” Leo snapped. “Slater’s going to stand in front of you. he’s going to lean in and touch your face, then he’s going to caress down your arms, nothing serious.”

  Slater’s hands instantly cupped my cheeks, I wondered in that moment why I wasn’t attracted to him, he was beautiful to look at, with bright green eyes, an easy smile, and a muscular chest.

  His lips almost looked swollen, and I wondered if he was the type to use his mouth as a weapon, sucking and licking until the woman screamed his name.

  Those same soft hands moved down my neck. A place I would normally shy away from being touched; it felt too vulnerable.

  My body started to shake a bit as his hands moved to my shoulders and then down.

  He did this at least a dozen times, but with each time I got more and more relaxed until finally, I enjoyed the feel of his hands and the freedom of being able to stop him at any time.

  “Now,” Leo’s voice sounded hoarse. His green eyes stayed focused on me. “It’s your turn.”

  “My turn?” I repeated.

  “Finn.” He ignored me while Slater left, and Finn stood in front of me, he was taller than Slater, leaner with a runner’s body. And maybe I was being ridiculous, but I’d always wondered what a really sculpted six-pack looked like in person.

  My ex had been thin and was a cycling enthusiast. While his calves were giant, the rest of his body had always felt small. It was even a point of insecurity for me.

  “Go ahead,” Finn whispered his smile was easy going, nothing sexual about it. “Good touch only.”

  “What does that mean? I can’t pinch you?”

  Leo barked out a laugh. “That’s ador
able, Kora. No, what Finn means is please refrain from grabbing his cock.”

  My eyes widened. “People do that?”

  “If they like nice things they do,” Finn joked.

  “Oh God, not this again.” Slater sighed. “Finn, remember your job doesn’t involve using your mouth.”

  Finn grinned down at me. “Pity.”

  “Finn.” Leo’s voice had a warning edge to it.

  “Sorry.” He looked anything but sorry. “Go ahead Kora, knock yourself out.”

  “Ummm, okay,” I wasn’t sure where to touch first, how to touch. It felt stupid, and then I realized I didn’t even know what he would like.

  I suddenly felt like I was back in high school, trying not to make a fool out of myself in front of the captain of the soccer team.

  “Kora,” Leo’s voice was a bit closer, “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” I rasped. “I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

  “I’ll help,” He got up and stood next to me. “Do I have your permission to help?”

  I gave him a jerky nod.

  He moved behind me and then very gently grabbed each of my wrists, lifting my hands toward Finn.

  I felt Leo’s lips on my ear as he whispered. “Men don’t care where you touch as long as it’s you touching. You can go soft,” He ran my hand down Finn’s flat stomach and then turned my hand over, so my knuckles grazed on the way up to his chest. “Or you can go hard,” He spread my palm wide and pressed it down on Finn’s shoulder. My fingers magically dug into muscle while Finn’s eyes did this sexy lazy look that had me thinking of hands gripping sheets, screams of pleasure, and dirty talk.

  “That’s it,” Leo encouraged. “See, even though I’m the one helping you, he can’t help but physically respond because it feels good, and guys are turned on by sight first, then touch, meaning when you do both at the same time, you overwhelm the senses.”

  “Wow.” I started exploring more freely, even though Leo was still guiding me.

  “Good girl,” he whispered in my ear, and this time his teeth grazed my sensitive skin; that simple touch went all the way down my toes as my body buzzed with awareness.

  Finn closed his eyes while I slowly ran my hands back down his stomach, and that was when it clicked. All three of them were helping me. Leo was as much a participant as Finn and Slater.

  They were getting paid for this.

  I was benefitting.

  “How much time do we have left?” I asked, feeling slightly drugged off the heady feeling of control.

  Leo moved away from me. “About five minutes, why?”

  “Last time you said I could earn extra credit,” I dropped my hands and turned in my chair as Leo towered over me, his face unreadable. “So, what’s my extra credit now?”

  His eyes narrowed. “You mean, what would we do next if we had more time? Or what would we have you do?”

  I nodded. “Professors want to be star students too.”

  He barked out a laugh. “Yeah, okay, normally we would do a little holding where you don’t flinch and you let the guy hold you from behind, it’s to make you feel safe, less triggered so that when it happens in real life you enjoy it.”

  “Do it.”

  He exhaled roughly, “Yeah okay, Finn—”

  “Not Finn, you.”

  Leo’s eyes flashed. “I’m not sure that’s the best id—”

  “Please?”

  His jaw flexed.

  Finn cleared his throat. “Actually, we have a study group in a few minutes. Come on Slater, let’s let Leo finish up.”

  Leo’s surprised look told me everything and nothing all at once.

  They were leaving the apple-obsessed, sexually frustrated one with me?

  Was that the best idea?

  “Yup.” Slater put his shirt back on, and within minutes they were gone, the door closed.

  I was alone with my student.

  And I didn’t realize until that moment how desperately I’d wanted that.

  We had been alone in the classroom, but this was different.

  More personal.

  More sexual.

  In fact, I was choking from the sexual tension in the air. I could almost reach out and touch it.

  Leo circled me. “Are you ready, Kora?”

  I shivered. “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “No,” I answered honestly. “Just do it already.”

  Without warning, he spun me around and tilted my chin toward him. “Those exact words are what we’re trying to avoid, it’s why you’re here. Things should never be rushed in order to get them over with. The only time I make an exception is when you can’t stop yourself.” His thumb rubbed my lower lip. “When you’re so taken over by pure need that you have no choice but to rip clothes, slam into walls, cause a fucking mess over the fact that you can’t keep your hands off each other.”

  My lips parted as my heart slammed against my chest. He was hypnotizing me with his words.

  Tempting me beyond reason.

  He lowered his head and then spun me around again, so my ass was pressed against him.

  He. Was. Huge.

  And wedged quite literally exactly where my body needed him.

  I let out a little moan.

  “Fuck,” He rested his head against mine, and then his mouth was on my neck, nipping, tasting. “I can’t draw the line with you… I’m sorry.”

  I leaned back against his length and whispered. “Who said I liked lines anyway?”

  His arms tightened around me. “You’re a client.”

  “Yeah.”

  “There are about a million reasons why this is a horrible idea.”

  “I know.”

  “And one reason that matters more than all of them,” He loosened his arms and then moved his hands to my hips gripping me there, holding me, I imagined him bending me over his desk as chills erupted across my skin. Warm lips tickled my ear as he spoke. “I. Want. You.”

  I didn’t have time to think as he turned me around and, as promised, pressed me against the wall and slammed his mouth over mine.

  I held onto his shoulder with one hand and dug my other hand into his hair, tugging it hard, pulling him into me as he groaned into my mouth.

  His hands slid down my skirt then effortlessly hiked it up until he slid a hand up my thigh.

  “Damn…” His fingers found my entrance. “New homework, no underwear. Ever.”

  My head fell back against the wall as he teased me, both with his hands and with his mouth. He deepened the kiss while I rode him, trying to find some sort of relief that felt almost impossible to get.

  “Relax,” he coaxed me, his mouth sliding down my neck, everything built inside me. “That’s it, Kora, it’s just us… use me, no guilt, no shame.”

  I whimpered and moved with him.

  Expletives flew out of his mouth as I found my release and came apart for what seemed like the first time in years. I let out a sob as tremors wracked my body, my legs felt like jelly as I tried to lean against him. The throbbing aftershocks seemed to go on forever. I wanted more. More pressure. More of his hand. More of him, I didn’t want to let go yet. With shaky hands, I held him.

  Chest heaving, he stared me down his mouth swollen, slowly he pulled his hand away from me and then brought one finger to his mouth and sucked. “Better than apples…”

  I gaped at him.

  The door jerked open.

  Slater took one look at us and then away. “Forgot my books.”

  “Leave.” This from Leo.

  Slater sniffed the air, looked at Leo, then back at me. “Five minutes, huh?”

  “My fault.” I grinned. “I was just giving him a recipe for apple pie.”

  “Ah, good call, feed the obsession.” Slater shook his head and then closed the door.

  Leo leaned over and whispered. “I’ll eat your apple pie any day… Professor Robinson.”

  I knew in that moment, neither of us would ever look at another
apple the same way again.

  And because of that.

  For the first time in what felt like years…

  I laughed.

  And felt it in my soul.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Orgasms free the body—but a good kiss? That can set the soul on fire. Hah, and they say I’m not deep.” — Leo Blackwood

  Leo

  I slept like complete shit and mentally texted her about a million times. It’s not even like she left on bad terms, simply grabbed her purse, gave me a finger wave, and left.

  Fucking left.

  I didn’t give a flying shit that I was so hard that I was in physical pain—no, it was about the way she flashed me a grin I couldn’t decipher.

  And a finger wave?

  Really?

  I’d never been the sort of guy to over-analyze every single detail of an encounter. In fact, I was usually the guy with all the answers.

  Instead, I woke up that next morning, sans texts and emails from Kora, and wondered if I’d completely screwed up the fragile ground we’d built, the headway we’d made.

  The guys were both still sleeping when I went to take a shower, but when I tiptoed back in the room, they both had mugs of coffee in their hands and unreadable expressions on their faces.

  Honestly, it felt a hell of a lot like sneaking back in after a late night out and seeing that not one, but BOTH parents stayed up and decided to wear their disappointed faces, so much worse than the angry faces, so much worse.

  “What?” I flashed them an innocent smile. “You guys are acting weirder than normal.”

  Finn’s eyes narrowed into tiny slits. “Anything you want to… oh, I don’t know…” He, swear to all that is holy, lifted an apple he’d hidden from behind his back to his mouth, and took one juicy bite.

  I couldn’t help my reaction.

  Pure lustful thoughts about my professor.

  I gulped. And immediately started to sweat. “Um, no, no I don’t think so; I have class in a few though, so…” I coughed.

  “Uh-huh,” Slater glared at me over the rim of his coffee cup. Bold Red letters stood out against a black background, advising the world that he killed unicorns. Typical. “So, when I came back into the room last night, and it smelled like multiple orgasms, and she was wearing a look of pure bliss, it was just… your natural musk that did the trick?”