Covert Lessons

by Mari Carr

  Rather than the giggle he’d anticipated, she moaned and he was assaulted by the realization that she’d love being bound by him.

  Sweet Mother. She was every wet dream he’d ever had rolled into one gorgeous, fiery package.

  Again, he fought to control his desire. There was no way he could fuck her now without embarrassing himself. He’d blow in one thrust. No, he definitely needed to get his little teacher off first or she’d no doubt unman him in retaliation.

  Moving down the bed, he knelt between her spread legs. He caught the scent of her arousal and it drew him like a bee to honey. Bending forward until his lips just grazed her, he took a deep breath, soaking in her sweet essence before placing his mouth against her inviting opening.

  Her hips thrust up instinctively at his touch and Mac quickly wrapped his hands around her thighs to hold her in place.

  “Don’t move,” he demanded gruffly.

  “Oh yeah, right,” she replied breathlessly. “Like I’ll ever be able to stop. You’re killing me here. Dammit, Mac, I’m so close. Please…”

  She moaned, her pleas becoming incoherent as he ran his tongue along the crease between her legs, rimming the opening to her body before pushing it into her.

  She cried out but he continued to fuck her with his tongue as she struggled for more, gyrating against his mouth despite his command that she lie still.

  Anxious to push her over, he roughly shoved one, then two fingers into her weeping pussy and was amazed by her instantaneous climax. Her inner muscles clamped down on his thrusting fingers almost painfully as her orgasm rumbled through her entire body. For several moments, he simply watched and savored the lovely sight of her body in the throes of passion. She was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he’d ever met.

  When she started to come down, he growled.

  “Oh no,” he threatened. “You aren’t finished yet. Do that again.” As he spoke, he began to thrust his fingers into her again, desperate to see her come once more.

  “Mac!” she cried, her body answering the call.

  “Again, Kelly,” he demanded as he pressed a third finger in to join the first two.

  “Oh my God!” she screamed. “You! I want you, Mac. Fuck me! Please, just you.”

  He continued his sensual assault while attempting to don a condom one-handed. He couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her, even for a moment. She spotted his attempts and reached down to sheathe him in the latex shield. When at last he was covered, he removed his fingers from her body and placed the tip of his erection at her opening.

  “One day, Kelly, I’m going to take you without a condom. Just you and me. Skin to skin.” He wasn’t sure where the words had come from. He never fucked without a condom. Hell, he’d never really wanted to, but something in Kelly drove that desire deep into his soul. He hated having anything between his cock and her glorious pussy.

  “Yes,” she hissed, her hips rising to engulf him.

  He pulled away and she snarled.

  “Wildcat,” he whispered, leaning forward to nip at her kiss-swollen lips. “I’m going to take you hard and fast, Kelly. So hard you’ll beg me for mercy.” He ran his tongue along the spot on her mouth he’d just bitten. “But I won’t stop. I’ll never stop.” He started to pull his face away from hers but she roughly pulled his hair, bringing him back to her, their mouths a mere breath apart.

  “It’s you who’s going to scream for mercy,” she promised. As she spoke, she wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting up while pulling him into paradise.

  He answered her thrust with several of his own, driving himself into her relentlessly. Briefly he wondered if his rough loving was hurting her. Then he felt her pussy muscles begin to clench and she yelled, her fingernails digging into his back until he was certain she’d drawn blood.

  “Harder!” she screamed and he let loose every dream he’d ever kept contained, pounding into her until his legs felt like jelly. Still she drove him on as one of her orgasms gave way to another, stronger one.

  This time, when she dove into the abyss, he was right beside her and she dragged him into the greatest climax of his life.

  When he came to, he realized he’d collapsed on top of her as she lay motionless beneath him.

  “Sorry,” he muttered, pushing himself to her side. She was too quiet and he was inundated with feelings of guilt. Christ, had he read her responses wrong? Had he hurt her?

  “Kell?” he asked, pushing up onto one elbow in order to better see her face. Her hair was damp and clinging to her flushed cheeks.

  “Thirty minutes ago I thought I was going to freeze to death,” she said. “Now I’m so damn hot, I’m dripping with sweat. What did you do to me?”

  He grinned at her jest. “What can I say, sweetheart? It’s a talent.”

  “You’re a menace,” she replied, turning to face him with the teasing look he’d come to adore during their acquaintance.

  “And you are gorgeous,” he added, bending down to kiss her.

  “I’ve never, I mean, that was…” She stumbled to express what he was feeling as well and, like her, he knew there simply weren’t words to describe what they’d just shared.

  “I know,” he whispered.

  “Can we do it again?”

  He laughed until his sides hurt and tears flowed from his eyes, and she joined him. “Damn, woman, what are you going for here? Suicide by sex? I gotta tell you, one more of those sessions too soon and I’ll have a stroke.”

  She crinkled her nose and instinctively glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand, useless due to the power outage. “So when do you think ‘too soon’ will be over? Fifteen, twenty minutes? I’m not sure I can wait much longer than that.”

  Much to his surprise, his cock rose to her challenge, brushing against her thigh. He tried to pull away but it was too late, as she’d clearly discovered the evidence she sought.

  “Mmm,” she hummed, and he knew he was a goner.

  “Fine, grab another one of those condoms off the table but I’m telling you right now, we’re taking it slow this time.”

  She offered him a wicked grin as she tossed the old condom and sheathed him anew, her hands moving to caress his chest, face, cock.

  “Kelly, I mean it,” he added, but before he could say more, she pushed him to his back and rose over him.

  “Oh, I believe you,” she answered, her voice husky and sexy as hell. As if to prove her point, she slowly glided her pussy down on his cock and suddenly he was regretting his words. Her movements were so subtle as to be nonexistent and he knew she was taunting him on purpose.

  “You’re itching for a punishment, sweetheart,” he growled.

  “For doing what you said?” He knew she was attempting to sound innocent, but she fell far from the mark. She continued her all-too-soft slide along his cock, her motions nearly imperceptible.

  “Kelly, if you want to remain in this position, you’d better move it.”

  “I’m just taking it slow and easy, Mac, like you said. I mean, I wouldn’t want you to have a stroke.”

  He groaned as she took a mere centimeter more of him inside her. “Dammit, Kelly. You really are a cock-tease.” With his words, he gripped her hips, pulling her none-too-gently down until he was fully seated inside her.

  Her inner muscles quivered against his erection and he gritted his teeth. Hell, usually after the first climax, he could last hours. Two seconds in Kelly’s body and he was worried this ride may be even shorter than the first.

  “How do you want me to move, Mac?” Her voice drifted over him and he opened his eyes to see her watching him. “Fast and hard or slow and easy?”

  “However you want, sweetheart, just fuck me, please! You’re driving me insane here.”

  She giggled but took mercy on him. Soon she was rivaling his earlier frantic pace. She gripped his waist with her knees and took him on the ride of a lifetime. As she pushed down, he shoved up, and before long they were both mindless with the pleas
ure of their movements.

  “Oh God, Mac!” she cried, clinging to his shoulders as he used his hands on her hips to drive her even harder onto his body.

  “That’s right, baby,” he called. “Ride me. Damn, you’re beautiful! With your tits bouncing and your body gripping mine so tight, I could fuck you like this forever.”

  He felt his words push her over the precipice and once again, he gave up the urge to resist, instead mingling his climax with hers and reveling in the incredible feelings flowing through him. God help Ms. Finch because he knew at that exact moment, he’d never let her go.

  She was his—and he wouldn’t rest until she was standing before her students and answering to the name of Mrs. McNally.

  Chapter Eight

  It was still dark when Mac opened his eyes, uncertain what it was that had woken him up from such a deep sleep. After Kelly’s hard ride he’d taken her once again, as slow and easy as he’d promised, before they’d both collapsed into unconsciousness. A picture of her lying beneath him, quivering as he pushed gently into her tight, sweet body, replayed in his mind and he was amazed to find himself sporting a rock-hard erection. Damn cock would fall off at this pace. He continued to enjoy the memory of her naked and tousled—when he felt something wet touch the tip of his cock.

  Jerking fully awake, he realized two things simultaneously.

  One, Kelly was kneeling between his legs, licking his cock like a lollipop, and two…

  He was handcuffed to the bed.

  “What the hell?”

  Kelly’s giggling tickled his erection. “Gotcha.”

  “Kelly.” He tried to sound stern. Clearly he’d gone off-track somewhere with the damn woman. He was used to being in control in the bedroom and while he loved bondage, it was always the woman who was tied up. Never him.

  “Get the keys and take these damn cuffs off me.”

  “No,” she answered quickly, following up her denial with another stroke of her tongue against the sensitive skin below the crown of his cock.

  He sucked in a breath at the intense feeling of being helpless and at another person’s mercy. He was well aware of the incredible feelings bondage provoked in others. He’d viewed it up close and personal with a couple of old lovers, but he wasn’t sure how he felt about being on the receiving end. He tried to sound calm and rational as he continued to speak. “Kelly, I mean it. Unlock the handcuffs. Now.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” he repeated.

  “Do you truly hate the feeling?”

  He considered her question. He didn’t exactly hate being tied up and he certainly didn’t mind having her between his legs, loving his cock with her mouth. He wasn’t sure what he felt. Uncomfortable was the word that popped into his mind. She was definitely taking him out of his comfort zone. He tried to figure out how to express it to her. “Kelly, I’m used to being in control in bed. Surely you’ve noticed that.”

  She grinned at his comment. “I’d have to be dead not to notice that, Mac, and I love it when you command me to do stuff. I really do. But just this once, wouldn’t you like to see what it’s like to give the power over to someone else?”

  He pondered the idea before shrugging. “Just this once?”

  She nodded.

  “Well then, have at me—but Kelly?”

  “Yes?”

  “Have mercy.”

  She giggled at his request. “Oh sure, no problem. I’ll give you all the mercy you showed me earlier.”

  He groaned and gripped the bars of the headboard tightly. She bent forward and resumed her teasing touches on his all-too-turgid flesh. Hours seemed to pass and she still hadn’t done more than play with him.

  “Christ, Kelly. Suck it. Take it in your mouth.”

  She looked up and gave him a reproving look. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’m in charge, remember?”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Sweetheart, I’ve been lying here letting you have your fun but perhaps this would be a good time to tell you, I could break the wooden slats on this headboard and be free in an instant. Now be a good girl and put that cock in your mouth.”

  She rolled her eyes. “So much for giving up control.”

  “I prefer to take it like a man,” he teased. “Now get a move on, woman.”

  Her eyes narrowed and for a moment, he worried she may quit altogether, but instead she bent over and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He struggled to breathe as she sucked him farther into her mouth with each pass. His hands clenched with the desire to push her head down on him, desperate to force her past her comfort zone until she was deep throating him.

  “Take more, baby. You can do it. Open your throat and swallow me.”

  She listened and he groaned in delight as she drank him in fully.

  “Christ, that’s good!” The second the words passed his lips, she stopped, releasing him completely.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, afraid she may be getting some sort of revenge for his refusal to give the control completely over to her. However, as she began to shift on the bed, her intentions were clear almost instantly and he fought back a smile.

  “You demon,” he said, praise evident in his voice. Soon, she was straddling his face, her own face poised directly over his cock once more.

  “You aren’t the only one good at issuing demands, Mac. Now do you need me to give you instructions or do you think you can handle things up there by yourself?”

  He grinned at her cheeky words. “I’m beating your ass when you take these cuffs off, baby. You worry about your part and let me take care of this.”

  He ran his tongue through her glistening juices, soaking up the sounds of her labored breathing. For a moment she seemed to forget herself, lightly thrusting her hips toward his busy tongue, then her other senses kicked in and he felt her lips around his cock. Within seconds, his erection was brushing against the back of her throat once again and he was struggling to maintain what little control she’d left him. Desperate to bring her with him, he drove his tongue into her unremittingly. When he sensed she was nearing the peak, he pulled out, adjusting his head slightly to nip at her clit with his teeth. The unexpected action worked its magic as she hummed with delight around his hard erection. Soon she was moving her mouth against his cock, faster and harder as he alternated between tonguing her pussy and biting her clit.

  No longer able to hold himself back, he came inside her mouth, overwhelmed by the feeling of her swallowing every drop. As soon as she milked him dry, he drove his tongue inside her one last time and felt her own control splinter.

  As the last remnants of her orgasm faded, Kelly twisted around and lay with her head on Mac’s chest. His heart was pounding a fast but steady rhythm and she loved the feeling of it against her cheek.

  “Um, Kell. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  She glanced up at him, confused, until her gaze caught the glimmer of the cuffs still holding him fast to the bed.

  “Oh, sorry,” she muttered as she reached over to the bedside table for the key. The second she released him, he engulfed her in a giant bear hug.

  “That was so good, baby.” The sound of his voice was muffled in her hair and she felt his arms tighten around her.

  “See?” she said against his chest, unwilling to let go of him. “It’s not so bad giving up control every now and again.”

  He chuckled. “Oh no, Kelly. Believe me. That was the first and last time I’ll ever let you tie me up and I can assure you the next time I get you in that particular sexual position, my hands are going to be all over you.”

  She pretended to pout, but the idea of his hands on her body sent a fresh gush of moisture between her legs. She wiggled her hips against his thigh and felt him shake his head.

  “You’re insatiable,” he chastised.

  She allowed her hand to drift down his chest to briefly toy with the resurging erection she felt pressing against her stomach. “Seems to be catching.”

  He laughed before hissing in a br
eath as she tightened her grip. “I’d like nothing more than to spend the rest of the night inside that sweet body of yours, but sweetheart, we blew through my one-night supply of condoms in two hours.”

  She groaned as his words soaked in. “How could you think that was a one-night supply?”

  “Shit, Kell, I’ve never used all three in one night. I actually thought I’d have one to spare for the morning. I don’t suppose you’re on the Pill?”

  She shook her head sadly. “Not much point,” she confessed. “I haven’t been in a serious relationship in years.” As she pondered that comment, she added, “Actually, I’ve never been in a serious relationship.”

  He looked down at her and she sensed he was shocked by her admission. “Impossible. There’s no way you haven’t spent at least half your life with men lined up around the block, praying for the chance to date you.”

  She smiled at his compliment. “It’s shocking, I know,” she teased. “But before you, I seemed to be a magnet for losers.”

  “Well, I’m glad you think I’m the one breaking your unlucky streak, but that doesn’t really solve our current dilemma.”

  She shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t. I suppose we could try to get some more sleep. Maybe the roads will be cleared in the morning and we can hit the drugstore for a case of condoms.”

  He grinned at her jest then pondered her suggestion. “Actually, there’s something else I’d like to try if you’re game.”

  “Oh?” She felt a surge of excitement at his words. She suspected sex with Mac would never grow old or boring. Her past experiences could be summed up with one position—missionary. She was thrilled to her toes to be able to broaden her sexual horizons with him. She’d never have pegged herself as a submissive in bed. She was too used to controlling her classroom and her life to realize how amazing it would feel to give all the power over to another person, but she very much liked giving Mac the reins. “What are you suggesting?”

  “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, Ms. Finch, but you have a very fetching chest.”