When He Stays: A Student Teacher Romance

by A. R. Breck

  He chuckles when he sees my face. "Come here. Let me put it on for you."

  I hand off the locket to him, turning around and lifting my hair off my neck so he can easily put the necklace on. He clasps it, and I hold it up against my chest, taking a few deep breaths so I don't have a breakdown in his living room. "Thank you, Alec. This is the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen in my life."

  "There is a small shop up by my parents’ house where they mine a lot of stones from the mountains and the owners make the most intricate pieces of jewelry I have ever seen. Maybe I can bring you there sometime." He says.

  I look up at him hopefully. "Really?"

  "Sure, why not? You know, eventually, I would like you to meet my family." He looks at me seriously.

  "I would like that too." I say softly.

  He swoops me off my feet, falling back onto the couch and landing me in his lap. Wrapping his arms around me, he looks deep into my eyes, and so much emotion is shining out of them it's almost too much to witness. Feeling an overwhelming amount of emotion, I grab him by both of his cheeks and give him a kiss - just a whisper of my lips across his, barely touching. Sticking my tongue out to lick my lips, my tongue grazes against his. This is where his control snaps - he tangles his hand in my hair as his other grabs almost painfully onto my hip, and dips his tongue into my mouth, returning back to being the one in control once again.

  We kiss like a couple of teenagers for quite a while, until eventually we hear a buzzer ring and Alec rips his mouth from mine. Lifting me off the couch, he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the kitchen, giving my butt a tap.

  "Come on, let’s feed you dinner. Then you can feed me dessert." He gives me a wink, making me blush.

  Good Lord, this man.

  NINETEEN

  After a nice dinner, we move to the couch in the living room and relax on the large sectional in front of the fire place, watching Dick Clark's New Year’s Eve Countdown. Nestled into the arms of the man who I have fallen so deeply for in such a short amount of time, I decide now is a good time to bring up the news about college.

  I turn to him in his arms. "I have some news to tell you."

  He looks from the TV down at me. "What is it, babe?"

  "I have decided to apply for a couple colleges."

  Pride shines in his eyes as he turns to me, giving me his undivided attention. "That's great news! Seriously, Callie. I'm so proud of you. Where are you applying?"

  "Well, I've applied for University of Denver, Colorado Springs, and Boulder. I'm not sure about all the technicalities yet, but I liked a couple of their social work programs there. What you said to me about my capabilities and what I could possibly do with my life, I just - I don't want to look back and regret not taking the leap, you know?"

  "I know baby, I know." He gives me a big squeeze and I laugh, hugging him back. "Oh, look, it's almost midnight." He points up at the TV.

  Looking up, I notice that the last minute is counting down and I reach down, grabbing Alec's hand and lacing our fingers together. He looks down at our linked hands and then up into my eyes, his own filling with heat. As I hear the three, two, one countdown, followed by the cheers of millions of people, our lips connect. In his home, nestled in the silence of the woods, near the crackling of the fire, our passion ignites.

  He looks at me deeply, suddenly looking hesitant. But this look is gone in the matter of a second, replaced with something that looks like determination. "I love you, Callie." He says, his voice strong and sure.

  Giving his hand a squeeze, I say, "I love you too, Alec."

  "I know. I heard you almost blurt it over the phone on Christmas." He chuckles.

  Feeling the heat creep up my neck and cheeks, I grab the throw pillow from the couch and whack him in the chest. "Shut up! I was so embarrassed."

  He grabs me, laying me down on the couch and hovering over me. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about when it comes to our love. Our love should never embarrass you. What we have - not everyone gets the chance to love like this. It's exceptional, out of this world. Don't ever be embarrassed to love me, because I will never be embarrassed to love you." He looks at me with so much passion, I can do nothing except lean forward and melt into his mouth.

  He reaches down and grabs the hem of my sweater, and in one swoop it is whipped off of my body. He looks down at my lingerie, his eyes growing wide. He closes them like he is in pain and then looks up at the sky, looking like he is saying some sort of prayer. After a moment, he brings his hands down and just trails them along my body, touching ever dip and curve he can reach. "Your body should be worshiped." He whispers, only to himself.

  I whimper, growing wet off of his words, his touch, and the look in his eyes. Needing to feel him like he is feeling me, I grab his shirt and yank it over his head, and then reach forward and pull on the pony tail that is holding together his man bun, letting it fall around his face like a halo. Leaning back down over me, he gives me a kiss that emphasizes where our make out will finally be leading to.

  I run my hands along his torso, feeling his muscles contract with each movement. I reach down over his jeans, feeling the bulge that is begging for some relief, and give it a small squeeze. He groans, letting his forehead fall down to the crook of my neck as he breathes in an unsteady rhythm.

  I attempt to unbutton his jeans, fumbling but eventually succeeding. Pulling the zipper down, I reach in and grab his cock, which is hot and hard as steel. Pulling it out, I run my finger over the tip, relishing in the drop of precum that is already moistening the tip.

  Alec reaches a hand forward, pressing his thumb on my clit over my panties, making me arch off the couch. "You are soaking wet." He mumbles, and I can tell this to be true, my thighs are beginning to grow wet as well. I mewl, reaching towards him and trying to pull him closer to me. I have an urgency inside of me, one that can only be sated by having his body meld with mine. It almost feels like I can’t get him close enough.

  He chuckles and leans back, making me let go of his cock. I glance up, seeing it stand at attention, long, thick and hard. I gulp, always amazed that something this large can fit inside of me, the pleasure and power it holds over me is unimaginable.

  He grabs the side strings of my thong, slowly peeling them down my legs, leaving a trail of electricity in its wake. The moment that my last foot is released from its hold, Alec dives forward, dipping his tongue in between my folds in a long lick, ending at my click and sucking hard. I moan, loud. "Holy fucking shit, Alec."

  He grabs onto my hips, pinning them down on the couch and making me unable to move an inch. He is relentless, making my already wet pussy absolutely drenched with his licking and sucking, making me climb, climb, climb to the peak, until I fall, diving off of the cliff into the oblivion of pleasure and ecstasy.

  As I recover from one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever had, Alec leans forward and sticks his hard cock directly into my mouth, making me lose my breath, and then I groan, loving the feel of his velvet skin sliding against my tongue. The taste of his precum lingers, giving me a taste of Alec and his desire for me. He groans, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back, making me look up at him in the eyes with tears leaking out of the corners, from my own pleasure and from the tiniest amount of pain he is giving me. The look in his eyes though, this pure need, takes me to a level where I almost wonder if I can orgasm from giving head alone.

  Once he grows to an impossible hardness, he pulls out of my mouth and sits down on the couch, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me on top of him. Hovering over him, I grab his cock and ever so slowly sink down until he gets to the hilt, making us both groan. I start a slow rhythm, trying to find my pace and enjoying the look of pure pleasure ripple across Alec's face.

  With his eyes half mast, he runs his hands along my back and then down my curves, resting on my hips and holding on tight. He licks his lips, making me unable to do anything except lean forward and give him a kiss, tangling our tongues together i
n a passionate kiss. With a slow build this time, I can feel myself climbing to the top, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of me that makes me see stars.

  As I reach my second orgasm, I arch back, looking at the ceiling and close my eyes, basking in the sensations that flow through me like a tidal wave. As I come down, Alec lifts me off of him and deposits me on the ground on my knees in front of the fire.

  Kneeling on the furry rug, Alec comes up behind me and runs a hand along my ass before giving it a slap, making me squeak. He rubs the spot he just punished; warming that area and making me move my ass in the direction of his hand. And then not even a moment later, Alec plunges his cock as far as it can possibly go into me, making me let out an "OH, FUCK!"

  As I try to catch my bearings, Alec pounds into my relentlessly, thrust after thrust, the only sound is the air is the sound of our skin connecting and our moans colliding. And before I know it, I'm chasing towards orgasm number three, completely shocking me. I have never had this many orgasms while having sex before, and I’m almost worried that this one will completely obliterate me.

  With a shout and a squeeze of his hands on my hips that I know will leave bruises, Alec empties himself inside of me as I'm nearly blacking out from my third orgasm, and he has to reach forward to keep my upright or else I would be face planting onto the floor.

  As we catch our breath, Alec slowly lowers us onto the rug in his home, nestled in the silence of the woods, near the crackling of the fire, and I drift off to sleep.

  * * * *

  I wake up to the feel of fingertips running along my back, almost in some sort of a rhythm as they dance up and down my back, entering and exiting each groove of my spine. It's a caress that is done with intimacy and love. I smile into the rug that I’m lying on, relishing in the feel of each touch.

  "I know you're awake." I hear from a rough, sleepy voice behind me.

  Turning over onto my back, I pull the blanket up to my neck that he must have draped across me in the middle of the night. I peek up at him, noticing how cute he looks in the early hours of the morning, sleepy eyed with a hint of playfulness in his gaze. "Morning." I say with a smile.

  Leaning down to give me peck, he brushes the hair out of my face and whispers, "Good morning. What have you got going on today?"

  Reaching up and running my fingers through his beard, I say, "I was thinking of just spending the day here with you. Last day to ourselves and all before school starts again. Unless you have something planned already?" Suddenly unsure of myself, I tear my hand away from his face and become increasingly interested in picking at my nails.

  "Hey." He says, reaching forward and grabbing my hand, making me glance up at him. "What's that for? You should know by now that all I want is to spend time with you. What else would I be doing today? I've carved out the rest of winter break to be with you."

  Breathing out a sigh of relief, I say, "Sorry. I just - I don't know what I thought."

  "I love you, Callie." He says on a kiss.

  "I love you too, Alec." I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and letting out a groan as he slowly slides the blanket down my body, and I swear I can feel every thread of the blanket seducing every inch of my skin.

  After a morning quickie, we both decide to take a quick shower together. He lathers me up, paying close attention to my lady bits and almost going in for round two, except I can only take so long without my morning cup of coffee. I pretty much dive out of the shower and away from his fondling hands. "I. Need. Coffee." I laugh at the pincer fingers he's giving me, loving the playful side to him.

  Although a moment later, he gives up fondling me and starts caressing his own body, washing the soap away from his muscular body. Watching the soap slide through each plane of his abdomen and down to his cock, which is impressive in itself at half mass, is enough to make me start drooling and almost walking back into the shower.

  With my face one of pure heat and need, I look up to his smirking face, and my mouth drops open. "I know what you are doing…you…seducer!" I point at him, then walk out of his bathroom butt naked, giving a little extra shake to my hips as punishment for his teasing. Hearing his groan and a muttered Jesus Christ from the shower, I know I got my point across.

  Going my to-go bag I brought with me, I grab a pair of underwear and then decide to grab one of his t-shirts instead of putting on some clothes, they fit like a dress anyway. After getting dressed, I wrap a towel around my hair and then make a beeline for the kitchen, starting up the coffee pot and impatiently walking around the kitchen as I wait for the pot to brew. Although I am glad that I quit smoking cigarettes, it's times like these that I wish I had one. There is nothing better than a morning cigarette, mostly one with your morning coffee.

  "Do you have ants in your pants or something?" Alec laughs, walking into the kitchen looking divine wearing some joggers and a tight-fitting t-shirt. His hair is wet and wild from his shower. It looks like he just gave it a shake with the towel and let it figure out the rest. He walks past me, giving me a kiss on the head as he walks towards one of the cupboards and pulls out a few pots and pans.

  "I'm just waiting for your slow as hell coffee pot." I huff, continuing on with my weird pacing.

  "Okay. You do know that's not going to make it brew any faster, right?" His eyebrows lift in emphasis.

  "I know. Do you have a cigarette while I wait? I usually need one or the other right when I wake up or else I'm a little off the rest of the day." I tease.

  He frowns. "I thought you quit."

  I stop pacing. "I did. I'm sorry, I'm being a bitch. I'm really not a morning person." I sigh.

  He stops getting his ingredients together for breakfast, walking over to me and lifting me by the waist like I weigh nothing, depositing me on the stool at the island and giving me a peck on the nose. "Sit here and be patient. The coffee is almost finished. I will get you a cup, and I will make you some breakfast."

  Smiling at him, I say, "Okay. So, what did you have in mind for the day?"

  Grabbing me a coffee cup, he goes over to stand at the pot as it finishes up. "I was thinking that we could go to a movie? There are not many things open on New Year's Day, but the movie theatre a few towns over is open. What do you think?" A few towns over - as in less of a chance of us being seen together.

  I brush off the sadness. Of course, we can't be seen together. He's my history teacher for fuck's sake. I have been forgetting that little tidbit more and more, feeling more like he is my boyfriend then my teacher lately. "That sounds fun. I haven't been to the movie theatre in, gosh, it feels like years. Sounds like a plan to me."

  Finally, the coffee pot is done brewing and Alec pours me a cup. Placing it front of me, he says, "Good. When we're done eating, we can look at some movie times and pick something out that looks good."

  Lifting the cup up to my mouth, I take a sip and hiss from the burn in my throat.

  "Good?" Alec chuckles.

  "Mmm." I mumble incoherently recovering from my burning throat.

  A moment later, a plate of steaming hot pancakes is placed in front of me. I eat that plate in record time and even have an extra pancake. "I didn't realize I was so hungry. You seriously make some mean pancakes." I lean back and pat my stomach.

  "Well, we certainly worked up an appetite." He says with a devilish smirk.

  The rest of the day goes way too fast. Alec and I go see Aquaman in theatres. I mean, who doesn't want to go and watch Jason Mamoa for ninety minutes? Talk about a wet dream. We then went back to his house where we ate some ice cream in his kitchen, which turned out to be a prelude to a very sticky, sexual romp.

  Later in the evening, sadness washes over me as Alec walks me out to my car. "I wish I didn't have to go back to school. I hate having to go back to this wall being between us during school. It sucks." I pout.

  Alec reaches out and lifts my chin. "Hey, we've only got a number of months left until school is out. We just have to stay on the down low for a little while
longer, okay? I know it sucks, trust me. There is nothing more I want then to be able to wrap you in my arms and kiss the living hell out of you. Or bend you over my desk and let me spank you with a ruler." His eyes grow dark at this, way too many dirty scenarios running through his mind.

  "Maybe someday, Mr. Cooper." I say this last part seductively, letting his name roll off of my tongue.

  He groans, reaching out to grab a handful of my butt. "Ugh, Callie. Don't tease me like that. You better get going before I lock you in my room and I have my way with you all night."

  "That doesn't sound like a bad idea."

  Releasing me, he steps back. "You know we can't be too risky. Your Aunt may start asking questions if you're gone 24/7. It's best if you go home. I will see you tomorrow morning." He gives me one more kiss and I reluctantly walk off to my car. I understand why he thinks I should go home, but I can't help but feel a bit disappointed in his brush off.

  Hopping into my car, I give Alec a small wave and then blast my Good Charlotte playlist on the way home, feeling way too many things at once.

  Damn, I really wish I had a cigarette.

  TWENTY

  Arriving at school Monday morning has me feeling out of sorts. I think everyone feels this way in some way or another. Coming back from a school break just makes you feel kind of blah. I opted for not stopping in Alec's classroom this morning, still feeling a little bit off from how we left things last night.

  I'm at my locker getting my things together for first period when I feel a presence behind me. Looking behind me, I see Mya standing there with her arms folded across her chest. "What's up, bi-atch. You just forget about me now that you are all goo-goo with lover boy?"

  "Shh!" I shush her, looking around to make sure that no one is paying attention.

  "Oh, shut up. I didn't say his name. But seriously, where have you been? I tried to call you on New Year's Eve and you never even called me back." Shit, I totally forgot that Mya called.