Hitting answer I’m greeted by the site of his hand gripping his now freed cock as he gently strokes it up and down making the head look swollen and delectable. I find myself licking my lips as I imagine running my tongue over his tip.
“Phoebe…” His voice comes through the phone low and laced with need.
I let out a slight moan as I continue to tease myself. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” I admit softly.
My body slightly shakes as I continue to push myself towards my orgasm, and I watch his hand pick up its pace slightly.
“Me either—I’ve never done anything like this before…you’re bringing out a side of me I didn’t know existed. Fuck, I’m so turned on right now…I’d give anything to be buried deep inside of you…”
I want to see his face, but I know he won’t show me even if I asked him to. It’s too dangerous for him to reveal himself to me this way. He’s already taking a risk calling me. The need to experience a night with him is the only thing keeping me restrained and holding back from admitting that I know who he really is.
I let out another moan as I hear him groan behind the camera. “I’m already close, Sebastian. Are you?” I ask, my voice coming out sultrier than I intended. My head is spinning as I slide my fingers down my slits and press two fingers inside of myself. I continue applying pressure to my clit with the pad of my hand. The sound of his moans mixing with mine along with the feeling of my fingers rubbing perfectly inside of myself has stars appearing behind my eyes.
“Are your fingers inside of that delicious pussy of yours, Phoebe?”
I nod my head even though I know he can’t see me and gently hum, “Mmmhmm,” in response. I grind my mound against my hand as I chase my release. The familiar tingling in the core of my stomach lets me know I’m only a few seconds away from the ecstasy I’m craving.
His voice comes out strained as I watch his hand squeeze tighter around his thick, throbbing, length. His hips are thrusting in sync with mine as he chases his orgasm too. “I’m almost there, Phoebe. Fuck…you have no idea what those sounds you’re making are doing to me.” I hear him let out another low groan before his voice comes through the phone again. “Imagine those fingers are mine, baby. Put three inside of you and squeeze around them like you would if my cock was pumping in and out of you.”
My legs quake as I feel my orgasm coming. I let out a long, slow moan as I buck against my hand. “Ohhhh…God…” I cry out as I continue grinding against my hand, prolonging my release. I watch his taut muscles contract in his abdomen and his hand still slightly as hot cum spurts out of his tip. I stare at the screen as I lick my lips and swallow softly. I try to stop my head from spinning and come down from the craziest orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck, Phoebe. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m going to ruin your fucking pussy when I finally get my hands on you.” His words send a shiver down my spine before the video call suddenly ends unexpectedly.
I slide my hand out from between my legs and bring it to rest against my chest as I try to catch my breath. My heart is racing and my head feels like it’s a top ready to spin straight off my shoulders.
Sinking my body further into the tub I submerge my head under the water, squeezing my eyes tightly shut and holding my breath until my lungs scream at me for air. I pop back up out of the water, running my hands over my face and let out a frustrated sigh.
I cannot believe I just did that. With my teacher’s assistant no less. How the hell am I going to look at him tomorrow without turning fifty shades of freaking red?
Lord, help me. Because I’ve found myself in quite the unexpected predicament.
CHAPTER FOUR
I’M A BUNDLE OF nerves as I head into the campus’ state of the art gym to work out before my date this evening. I have a lot of stress to run off before I confront Nate tonight. I know I should’ve immediately called off our date as soon as I knew Nate Preston was Sebastian from Candy Hearts. But there’s just something about him that makes me want to throw caution to the wind and have one wild night before I walk away and continue on with my life.
The sexual attraction between us is palpable. I’ve struggled to get through each class while watching every one of the much younger and beyond prettier students flirt with him carelessly, while I have to remain professional with him at all times.
Especially yesterday and today. I swear it took every ounce of strength I had to keep myself together. I barely made eye contact with him these last two days and avoided speaking to him unless it was absolutely necessary. I was too scared that I’d accidently blurt out that I’m Phoebe, and I know he’s this mysterious Sebastian on the dating app.
But thankfully I successfully made it through the last forty-eight hours without outing myself and putting all of my hard work at risk of being exposed.
He’s a lot younger than the men I usually date off of Candy Hearts—hell, any man I’ve ever dated in my entire life! He got me with the lying of his age pretending to be in his early thirties. Now that I know he’s twenty-two years old it makes the thought of what I’m about to do tonight that much harder to rationalize my decision to proceed with our date…but I keep telling myself it’s only one date. Which makes the guilt a little easier to deal with.
He has this cocky arrogance about him that I can’t help but find extremely attractive. This natural swagger that makes your eyes gravitate to him and makes it impossible to look away no matter how hard you try. Even when texting one another…I find myself counting down the seconds until I get a new message from him or naughty photo.
Last night we had a repeat of Wednesday night, but this time with me snuggled comfortably in my bed with us climaxing together through our phones. I can’t even begin to put into words the rush of excitement and the high I feel from the naughtiness of what we’ve done these last two nights. It’s going to be hard to walk away from him and never speak to him again after tonight. But it’s what has to be done. Too much is on the line to continue this. No matter how badly I find myself wanting him.
He has me so worked up that I don’t think we’ll even make it through dinner before I’m dragging him upstairs to the suite he’s booked for us.
This morning before I left for work I got a text from him—a picture of him lying in bed wearing nothing but red briefs—which I’m slowly learning is his favorite color. With the caption: ‘Wanted to let you know I’m thinking of you this morning…cannot wait for tonight.’
Let me just say that he has a body to die for. I don’t think it’s possible for me to not drool over him.
All those hours in the gym and on the football field have done a body good.
His stomach is a masterpiece of ripples with the most defined abs I’ve ever seen on a man. Sure I’ve been with quite a few fit men, but this man takes the cake. I cannot wait to see that delicious V in person. That is my ultimate weakness. Nothing can make me weak in the knees like a gorgeous man with that deep V leading to his promise land. I can only hope and pray that he isn’t one of those guys blessed with a Godlike penis but is clueless when it comes to using it.
He has me so worked up that I swear I’ll resort to tying his ass up to the bed and going as many rounds with him as it takes until I have the orgasm that I desperately need. I’ve dreamt about orgasming while being fucked by the holy grail of penises since the first night we FaceTimed. All I know is it’ll be worth the risk I’m taking being with him if he has the skills to back up that glorious dick.
The gym is packed for a Friday afternoon. Usually it’s busier in the evening, but today almost every machine has someone using it. I love that I get to use the campus gym for free since I’m an employee. I take full advantage of that perk. With my line of work, being in tip top shape is a must and when you’re on a budget, you take any discounts and freebies you can get.
I pop my ear buds in and climb up onto the treadmill setting the incline to four and the speed at three to warm up my legs before my run. I tu
rn on my music then set my phone down on the cup holder and try to drown out the people around me, focusing on the music.
There’s a group of football players a few feet away working out with weights, and I can’t help but notice them staring at me and talking. I have a tiny voice yelling at me in the back of mind trying to warning me that I’m playing with fire.
I choose to ignore it.
Nathan could already know it's really me and not Phoebe just like I know he’s really not Sebastian. Who’s to say that he hasn’t discussed it with his friends and fellow teammates? Bragging about how he’s going to bang the hot new teacher he works with, and she’s not just a teacher but also a high-class call girl.
My anxiety climbs into my chest squeezing my lungs making me struggle to keep my breath. They continue to stare at me intently as if they’re undressing me with their eyes, and I’m suddenly regretting wearing this sports bra and yoga capris. Juggling my teaching career with my secret life gets overwhelming. I’m always finding myself paranoid whenever someone stares at me too long. I’m always wondering if they recognize me from an event I attended. Do they possibly know one of my Johns and know what I do when I’m not in a classroom?
It’s stressful and growing harder to juggle living a double life. Before I took this job, it wasn’t as hard because I was only attending college and doing Candy Hearts. But now that I’m a teacher at my dream job, the stakes are way too high. I have to be extra vigilant about who I see and where we go. That’s why I always insist on wearing my wig. I can never let my guard down. All it will take is one wrong person learning about Phoebe, and everything I’ve worked so hard for will slip through my fingers like grains of sand in the ocean.
Forcing myself to ignore the group of players, I chalk it up to me being the hot new teacher and nothing more. There’s no way anyone knows about Phoebe. I can’t let paranoia invade my mind and poison my thoughts.
I crank up the treadmill to seven and break into a full run. As my feet pound against the track beneath my feet and I feel my heart race against my chest as Tove Lo’s, Talking Body fills my ears, I feel my anxiety floating away and my body begin to relax. I need to stay positive and believe that everything is going to be fine. I only have to keep doing this for a few more months and then I’ll be able to walk away.
I need to stay focused and not let my guard down. There’s too much at stake for me to allow all my hard work to be all for nothing. I can only hope that once I meet Nathan and reveal my true identity, he’ll respect my privacy and keep my secret.
Nate
I’ve never been this nervous before meeting someone. I don’t know if it’s because of who she is, or if it’s because I’m not sure how she’ll react once she sees it's me and not ‘Sebastian.'
Unplugging my phone from my car, I pull up my messages and type a quick text to Haylee—or should I say, Phoebe.
I’m just dropping my car off at the Valet. See you in a few…
Hitting send, I push open the door to my BMW and climb out unfolding my body from the small interior of the car. As soon as my feet touch the asphalt, one of the valet workers hurries around my car to collect my keys.
“Good evening, Mr. Preston. You excited for the game tomorrow night?” he asks taking the keys from me.
I’ll probably be asked that question a million times before the night is over. The perks of being the star quarterback. Everyone and their brother will approach me and talk to me about football as if they’re my long lost best friend.
“Sure am. We’re going to win, I can promise you that….” I look down at his name tag. “Robert.” I flash him my killer smile before handing him a hundred.
I don’t wait to watch him drive off with my car. Instead, I walk with long quick strides up onto the sidewalk and around the crowd of people hanging outside the hotel enjoying their cigarettes. I dodge the cloud of smoke threatening to invade my damn lungs and shake off my nerves as I nod hello at the bellhop who’s opening the door to The Knox Hotel for me.
There’s no backing out now. I’m here, I might as walk through these doors and find Haylee.
My phone vibrates in my pocket causing my heart to leap. I don’t even recognize myself right now. I’m acting like a fucking girl getting all weird about a damn date. I need to get my shit together.
Pulling my phone out I see a reply lit up on my screen from ‘Phoebe.'
Alright. I’m sitting at the bar waiting…
The knot in my stomach tightens as I shove the phone back into my pocket, and I cross the threshold entering the hotel. I’m immediately hit with the sound of people talking, laughing, and moving about the hotel. Friday’s are a busy night, especially on the weekend of a home game. Lots of families come in and stay at the hotel and then go to the big game on Saturday.
It feels like it takes me an eternity to get from the entrance of the hotel into the bar. I’m recognized by everyone as I try to pass through the lobby. Each person that stops me to talk about football only causes my nerves to intensify. I brush them off, though…one to never crumble under pressure. I square my shoulders, straighten my spine, and flash my best smile at each person as I pass by them. I ooze confidence without even trying. It’s one of the reason’s I’m able to get people to eat out of the palm of my hand with little effort. All I have to do is use a little sweet talking, smile my all teeth boy next door grin their way, and people automatically do whatever it is I want.
The instant I step into the dark lit bar I spot her. She’s watching the doorway trying to appear casual, but I can tell she’s nervous. I have no idea how she does this all the time. I don’t even want to think about what would happen if some sicko found her on that site and tried to hurt her. She is this tiny little thing who couldn’t kill a damn fly—let alone fight off a grown ass man.
I push the negative thoughts out of my mind and try to focus on just her. She looks more stunning than I could’ve imagined. Every time I’ve seen her at school or outside of school at the café, she’s always been professionally dressed or casually dressed. Right now she is full-on sex kitten in a barely there little black dress. I almost don’t recognize her since she’s wearing the blonde wig from her profile picture on Candy Hearts.
She shifts nervously in her seat tightening her grip on her drink as I approach her. I come to a stop only a few inches away from her. I decide to stop the charade seeing as she can plain as day see who I am. With me being this close to her, I can easily see it’s Haylee and not Phoebe. No need to play games.
A cocky grin spreads across my face as I stare down at her taking in the beautiful sight before me. She looks even more stunning up close. She looks like a totally different person tonight. Gone is the sweet, innocent Miss Rose, and in her place is a sultry, seductive goddess. Her breasts are plunging out of her low cut dress, and her eyes are dark and sexy as she blinks up at me with her long dark lashes and cat eyes.
I feel my dick immediately hardening against my dress slacks. The dirty thoughts flashing through my mind right now are not helping the situation at all.
“Miss Rose?” I say in a low tone as I lean in and press a kiss to her cheek before sliding casually into the seat beside her.
She swallows hard and diverts her eyes to her hands which are now twisted together in her lap.
“How long have you known?” she asks with shaky words. Her eyes are big and doe like as she waits for my answer.
Reaching out, I rest my hand over hers and give it a gentle squeeze.
“I’ve known since the day I met you. There’s no need in being dishonest with you. Everything we’ve talked about over the last week I want you to know has been honest and genuine. I really am attracted to you—a lot. It’s taken every ounce of self-control in me to not come clean to you at school and just fuck you right there on your desk. Especially after our late night video sessions.” Her face flushes as I bring up our naughty video chat’s we’ve had the last two nights. You’d think blowing my load while watching Haylee get herself
off would lessen the ache in my balls due to the overwhelming need to fuck her but it did the total opposite.
It made my need to fuck her only intensify.
I’m being way more honest with her than I ever intended to be…but she seems so vulnerable that I find myself wanting to be honest with her. Working side by side with her these last few weeks we’ve developed a friendship. Then talking to one another as Sebastian and Phoebe…it made my feelings for her grow further. The last thing I want to do is hurt her or have her think this is all some master plan to expose her and her secret.
Her shoulders sag as she lifts her chin and locks her eyes with mine. “If you want to leave I understand…and if you want to expose who I truly am, so be it. But I want you to know that I have my reasons for doing this. It’s not like I’m only sleeping with guys to drive flashy cars and live a fabulous glitzy lifestyle like most of the girls on that site.”
“I don’t plan on going anywhere besides upstairs with you. And I have no plans to tell anyone about you or what you do. A few of my friends know about you—that’s how I found out about ‘Phoebe’, but they’re not assholes. They aren’t going to expose your secret and ruin your life. We all respect you as a teacher. We see how much passion you put into every class you teach. I admit when I first got the idea to create my account, it was just to fuck you and brag to them about it. But now that I know you better, I genuinely like you and want to be with you because I think you’re fucking gorgeous inside and out.”
Reaching for her drink, she grabs the small glass tumbler and tips back the remainder of the contents.
“I think I need a few more of these before I’m even close to being able to relax tonight,” she jokes as she waves her hand at the bartender signaling for him to get her another.
I could use a few shots right about now, but there’s no way I can get trashed tonight and then perform at my best at the game tomorrow night.
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