Teacher Knows Best

by Jenika Snow

  Evernight Publishing

  www.evernightpublishing.com

  Copyright© 2012 Jenika Snow

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  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Marie Medina

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  TEACHER KNOWS BEST

  Romance on the Go

  Jenika Snow

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  Just thinking of her had him so hard he could have drilled holes into steel. Baine Rhyes nursed yet another beer. He stared at the television screen, knowing that porn wasn’t going help him in the slightest. He set the beer bottle on the table and rubbed his cock through his jeans. He was achingly hard, but then again, he always was when he thought about Maya McGowan. Maybe he should have felt self-disgust at the thought of fucking his student, who was fifteen years his junior, but damn was she one fine piece of ass.

  Everything about her screamed sex appeal, yet there was an underlining innocence that drove him absolutely fucking crazy. The women on the TV screen moaned as they impaled themselves on a double-ended dildo. He was hard, but not because he was watching two girls fuck each other. No, he was rock hard because all he could think about was bending Maya over his desk, ripping her skirt and panties off, and slamming his dick inside of her.

  You sick fuck. He was supposed to be her mentor, not the man that wanted to do a plethora of disgustingly erotic things to her. He unzipped his pants and pulled his shaft out. Pre-cum dripped out of the tip, but he didn’t bother wiping it away. He didn’t need it for lubrication as he jacked off. Baine closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the couch. This was becoming a nightly routine for him, and although he should have felt guilty, he didn’t.

  He gripped his shaft tight and started stroking himself. It felt good, damn good. Thinking of her creamy skin, so pink and succulent, made his heart race. Of course he had never seen her naked, but that didn’t mean a damn thing. His imagination was pretty detailed and served its purpose.

  ****

  Baine looked at the clock once again. Only twenty more minutes until his class started. He tried to occupy his mind with other things, such as organizing his lecture, but his mind always drifted back to her. He leaned back in his seat, the leather creaking from the shift in position. He scrubbed a hand over his jaw, knowing he should have shaved before class if the stubble he came up against was anything to go by.

  Yeah, he hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, which was pretty incredible given the fact he had jerked off so hard he had seen stars. Even that hadn’t been enough to let him blissfully pass out.

  Maya, the shy and quiet student that sat in the back row of his class, had his body in a constant state of arousal. She didn’t even have to be in the same room for his cock to get hard.

  Ten more minutes left.

  His taste in women was very particular, and she just happened to fit every one of his specifications. Her brunette hair fell to her waist, and all he could think about was gripping a handful as he fucked her. Wrong, so very wrong. Yeah, he shouldn’t be thinking of her in such a way, not when he was her professor and she was fifteen years his junior. Twenty-one years old wasn’t too young. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself so he didn’t feel like such a pervert.

  Her legs were long and tanned, but not overly so. He could imagine them wrapped around his waist. She was modest in what she wore, nothing too revealing or overly tight. She showed just enough skin to drive him wild. His cock jerked in response to where his thoughts were leading. Her chest was just the right size, a handful. More than that was just a fucking waste. The thing that really drove him crazy was the little glasses she wore. They would be perched atop her tiny nose, and whenever they slid down, she would watch him over the rims.

  Fuck. He adjusted himself and tried to think of something that would get rid of his arousal.

  Baseball. Family get-togethers. My last girlfriend.

  The last seemed to do the trick.

  Five minutes left.

  He cleared his throat and stared at the door as the first students entered. One after another they piled in and took their seats. It was then, when there was one minute remaining, that she walked in.

  The little white shorts she wore came mid-thigh, and her sun-kissed thighs were a stark contrast to the fabric. The tee-shirt she wore was loose enough that it didn’t look like a second skin, yet it was tight enough that he could see twin nipples pressing against the fabric. His imagination was good, but the real thing was a hundred times better.

  Holy fucking hell.

  When she made her way up the steps to her seat he tried not to stare at her ass, he really did. Perfect and round, it was like a succulent apple waiting for his mouth. His cock started to grow hard once again, and he cursed himself. He was a pervert lusting after one of his students. He could never have her, not if he wanted to keep his job, but even the danger of that wasn’t able to stop him from appreciating every part of her.

  Thankfully he had tucked his cock into a position that when he rose no one would know that he had a raging hard-on. He stood and began his lecture, knowing that if he didn’t relieve this need he had for her he would fucking lose it.

  ****

  When class ended, it was a bittersweet feeling for Baine. He was glad it was over so he could go to the bathroom and beat one off, yet because it was the end of the class he would have to wait a whole day before he could see Maya again. The eye candy wasn’t cutting it any longer. He wanted her, bad.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Rhyes?”

  Baine glanced up from his papers at the quiet, almost timid voice. He looked down into big blue eyes. Maya licked her lips and it took him every ounce of willpower not to groan at the sight. Her lips, so full and pink, reminded him of other parts of her body. She cleared her throat and he realized he had been staring. Idiot.

  “I was wondering if you have any free time either later this afternoon or possibly tomorrow?” She shifted the books in her arms, which caused her shirt to grow taut across her chest. Was she even wearing a fucking bra? If she was it had to be paper thin.

  He straightened and glanced back down at his papers. It wouldn’t do any good to get caught staring at her. “I’m free tomorrow afternoon. Is there something you need to discuss?” Like maybe how you’d like to wrap that pretty little mouth around my cock?

  “I know they have tutors for students with questions, but I’m having some trouble with chapter six and was wondering if you wouldn’t mind going over it with me. I think I would understand it better if it came from you.”

  Alone, with Maya? He couldn’t think of anything he’d rather do, but the thing was, would he be able to control himself?

  “That’s fine, Maya. Come by after two and I’ll go over it with you.” She smiled, just an innocent tilt of her lips that had him gripping the edge of his desk like his life depended on it. Oh the dirty things he wanted to do to her. When two o’clock came he would finally find out just how much willpower he actually had.

  ****

  The sun slashed through the cafeteria window. The bright light made reading difficult, so Baine closed his book and leaned back in his chair. He grabbed his apple and took a bite out of it as he scanned the room. People watching was an interesting pastime, especially
when it was in a college cafeteria.

  Books piled to the ceiling graced a lot of the tables as students crammed for their finals, while lovers sat close together, giving each other intimate caresses, not caring who saw them. He took another bite of the apple, the crack from his teeth penetrating the flesh seeming overly loud, yet no one paid him any heed.

  He glanced at his watch and gathered his things. Before he stood he saw Maya enter. She wasn’t alone. One of the university’s jocks, Jake, kept pace next to her. She was oblivious to the way Jake stared at her, but Baine knew that look. It was one of pure lust and unfulfilled desire. It was the same look he knew he had every time he saw her. Yeah, Jake wanted to fuck her every which way.

  Baine leaned back in his seat and set his stuff back on the table. He watched her and Jake sit at one of the tables across the room. Jake sat close, and Baine didn’t miss how he made sure to make contact at every opportunity. A brush of his arm against hers, a touch of his finger along hers. It shouldn’t have bothered Baine as much as it did, but the sad story was it did. He should feel ashamed and immoral. Hell, Jake was her age and could relate to her better than he could, but Baine knew a woman like Maya needed an older man’s touch. At least that is what he kept telling himself. He shook his head and grabbed his things. If he sat there any longer he would only end up feeling more guilt and a good dose of jealousy.

  Chapter Two

  The first thing Baine did when he got home was get a beer out of the fridge. He popped the cap and took a long pull. The taste of honey and hops filled his senses, yet what he really wanted wasn’t coming soon enough. He was hoping that getting a good buzz would help ease the intense arousal he harbored for Maya, but deep down inside he knew alcohol wouldn’t help. He downed the rest of his beer and grabbed another. The cool liquid slid down his throat, yet it couldn’t quench the inferno inside of him. Although he knew nothing would happen between them, at least not anything that he ached for, he couldn’t make himself see reason. Maybe he should call someone, a woman that could at least help him ease a small part of his lust. He could fuck her raw, hoping that being inside of her would make him not want Maya so much, but he knew it would just be empty pleasure. It would be a sad substitute for what he really wanted.

  His cock was hard beneath his slacks. Hell, it had been for the majority of the day. He rubbed himself and closed his eyes, imaging Maya. He had done this almost every night, his dirty little secret, but one that helped quench his thirst for her.

  There she was, lying on his bed, her legs spread and her pussy on display. Her dark hair was fanned on his pillow, a stark contrast to the crisp white material. She watched him quietly, not saying anything as she pulled apart her pussy lips. Her flesh, so pink and wet, glistened under the dim lighting. Her back was arched and her glorious breasts were thrust forward. The tips, dark and tight, begged for him to taste them. He couldn’t move, didn’t want to as he urged her with a silent command to go further. She brought one of her hands to her mouth and rubbed her fingers along her seam of her lips. She was tempting him. Slowly, while still watching him, she sucked one, then two fingers into her luscious mouth. In and out she pumped those digits until he felt like exploding. When she removed them, a resounding pop filled the room. Her fingers were glossy, and when she moved them down to her cunt his breath stalled. Yeah, she knew what he liked.

  His gaze was riveted to her clit, that tiny bundle of nerves that was engorged from her arousal. She brought her fingers across it, rubbed small circles around it, and then made her way down her slit. Poised at the entrance of her pussy, Maya stilled. He flicked his gaze to hers and saw her smirk. Oh fuck, the little cock tease. He looked back between her splayed thighs and groaned when she shoved those fingers into her body. She let her thighs fall all the way open as she pumped the digits in and out. Seconds of torturous pleasure washed through him as he watched her. She lifted her hips in time with her thrusts, fucking her own hand. In and out, faster and harder. Baine watched her in rapt awe as she brought herself to climax. Her whole body shook from her orgasm, and her high moan filled his room. That was it, he couldn’t take it anymore. He tore off his clothes and went to her. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and presented them to him. They were glossy with her cum and he griped her wrist, bringing her hand to his mouth. He had to know what she tasted like. He opened his mouth, dying to have her juices coating his tongue…

  Baine snapped his eyes open as his phone gave a shrill ring. He gripped his long neck beer bottle tightly in one hand and used his other to stroke his cock through his pants. Fuck, he was so close to coming. He finished his beer, tossed it in the trash and picked up his phone. The caller ID showed it was Melanie, a woman he had been on a couple of dates with a few months ago. No doubt she was hitting him up for a booty call, but even with a raging hard-on, Baine couldn’t bring himself to answer it. Melanie would have been a sure thing, probably would have been to his house within twenty minutes, but still, she was a poor substitute for the real deal. He hit ignore and headed to bed because at least in his dreams he could have Maya.

  ****

  Two o’clock couldn’t come soon enough. Baine tried to stay focused on his lectures, but all he could think about were the inappropriate things he wanted to do to Maya. When the last student finally filtered out of his class he took a deep, steadying breath. She would walk through that door any minute, and then what? Would he even be able to stay focused enough to help her with what she really needed? He doubted it.

  To keep himself occupied, he grabbed all of his notes, organized them, and shoved them in his briefcase. The door opened and closed and he lifted his gaze to watch her come in. Hell, she didn’t even know how gorgeous she really was. She had a slight sway to her hips, and with every step she took her long hair would brush her hips.

  When she glanced up an intense blush spread across her cheeks. He wondered how his expression was. Was his arousal clearly written on his face, and was that why she blushed so fiercely? He cleared his throat and gestured for her to take a seat in front of his desk.

  “Are you sure you have time for this, Professor Rhyes?”

  He nodded because he didn’t trust his voice. After a moment he managed to say, “I always have time to help a student.” Especially you. She smiled. “What exactly are you having problems with?”

  She started flipping through the textbook. Baine was mesmerized by the way she lifted her pen to her mouth and started chewing on the cap. Her lips, so red they reminded him of the color of strawberries, wrapped around the pen. All he could picture was those lips wrapped around his dick.

  “I’m not quite sure I understand this part.” She flipped the book around and pushed it toward him.

  Seventeenth-century philosophy stared back at him as he scanned the page. As he started breaking down each paragraph for her in great detail, he was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. The smell of vanilla and honey surrounded him, and every time he inhaled he pictured an array of things he’d like to do to her.

  He shifted in his seat as the ache in his shaft intensified. He glanced at the closed door and then back at her. He wondered what she would do if he gripped her behind the head, pulled her forward, and pressed his lips against hers. Would she slap him or scream? Maybe she would welcome his mouth on hers. The very thought of losing his job or being caught by anyone that walked through his door should have been like taking a cold shower, but in fact, it aroused him further.

  When he looked up at her he squeezed his hand into a fist. She stared at him with big blue eyes. She looked so innocent, like she couldn’t possibly know what being fucked hard felt like. He wanted to taste her, every damn part of her.

  “Are you okay, Professor Rhyes?”

  “Yes—” He cleared his throat. “Yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” He didn’t sound like himself.

  “It’s just that you’re breathing heavily, and your hand is in a tight fist.”

  Baine looked down at his hand. The knuckles we
re white as bone. Had he been breathing hard? It wouldn’t surprise him if he was, though. Not where his thoughts had led to.

  “I’m fine. I just have a lot on my mind.” He looked down at the textbook and tried to clear his thoughts. It was obvious that he was showing too much emotion. He finished explaining the chapter and was thankful she didn’t need him to elaborate on anything. He needed to go home and take a frigid shower.

  “I really appreciate this, Professor Rhyes.” She grabbed her textbook and bent over to put it into her book bag.

  The front of her shirt gapped open and he swallowed roughly. Fuck. He could see the swell of her breasts rising over her crisp white bra. After a second he heard her clear her throat. It was then, when he glanced up at her that he realized he had been caught. This moment would prove whether she would report him for sexual harassment. A crimson hue colored her cheeks and she glanced away shyly. She put a lock of hair behind her ear, and when she looked back up at him through the veil of her lashes he felt his heart slam against his sternum.

  Nothing was said for several long, uncomfortable moments. “Are you sure everything is okay? You seem very tense.” Honest concern was laced across her features.

  If she only knew. “I just…” Shit, what could he even say? I think about you constantly, and although I know how wrong it is, I have to have you, Maya. Yeah, he could see that going over real well. He knew nothing could be said. He just needed to do it, damn everything. He had to admit the idea of someone walking in on what he was about to do turned him on. He pushed himself out of his seat and walked over to Maya. She stared up at him with a doe-like expression. He didn’t say anything, just held his hand out, beckoning her to take it with his eyes.