A Treat for the Teacher (Lessons in Lust #3) (3 page)

“I don’t think I can take anymore, Damon,” Miss J panted, her skin glistening under the moonlight and soft spray of lamp light.

“Sure you can.” I sucked her rosebud nipple into my mouth, causing a delicious gasp to escape her kiss-swollen lips, lips which I was so tempted to have wrapped around my dick. I shook off the thought, however. Even an inkling of visualizing and remember the feeling of her mouth on me could easily be enough to push me over the edge. “Just two more, then one big finale…then you can rest.”

Nodding, I continued working on her nipple before I released with a pop. “I need you on your knees.” Dutifully, she turned over with her peachy ass in the air. “You can rest your arms and head down if you’re too tired.” I directed her to flatten her forearms and rest her head, noticing her arms were shaking lightly with her blissful exhaustion.

In this position, she was fully on display and open for me. Her pussy was beautifully swollen, enticing and beckoning me to fill her. I groaned at the thought, dick straining. Reaching over to the icebox where a few beers remained, I pulled at an ice cube. It was slippery, in the midst of melting. Placing it between my lips, I edged behind her and lowered myself so my face was directly in front of her waiting pussy. Holding on to her hips, I caressed her ass with my hands, edging in closer until I was at the right angle. Once in position, my mouth met her heat. Immediately, she screamed out and jerked forward.

“Holy fuck!” she cried out.

I could only imagine what the ice felt like against her hot pussy. Using the melting ice, still firmly in my mouth, I rubbed it against her opening and then circled her clit. All the while, her hips jerked as she rode the ice. With the ice finally disappearing but my mouth still cold, I pushed my tongue into her pussy before licking a cold line to her clit. Once there, I sucked her into my mouth, gently at first before I tugged harder.

She writhed against my mouth, short soft gasps bursting out of her. Pulling my mouth away, I moved one hand to circle her clit while I used the other to grab more ice. The slippery cube in my hand, I trailed it once more around her clit and pussy before I pushed it inside her welcoming heat.

Two fingers inside her, on top of the ice, her pussy walls clamped around my fingers and she screamed out. Her breath caught at the end of her scream before her cries of a jumble of words echoed around the open sea. “My God, yes, Damon. Fuck…oh…me, more, now…” Her words became increasingly unclear as my fingers worked and my mouth rested on her clit once more. I sucked, lapped and nibbled gently, helping her reach her peak. It took but a few short moments before she came loudly, clenching my fingers as her body grew taut.

I decreased the pressure of my tongue and removed my fingers, allowing her to come down slowly, loving her shallow pants of soft cries. Once my mouth was away from her heat, she collapsed to our makeshift bed.

Turning to her side, she patted the empty space beside her, looking thoroughly exhausted. I lay next to her, my hand on the curve of her hip, tracing light circles across her soft skin. I kissed the end of her nose. “You look beautiful like this.” And she did. Her hair was wild and natural, giving the phrase ‘just-fucked hair’ an awesome new meaning to me. Her eyes were closed, and a soft pink blush spread across her cheeks.

Miss J peeked through her  half-open eyelids. “I’m not sure about that,” she said on a half-whisper. “I’m exhausted and I look as though I’ve been fucked.” A smile traced her lips.

I laughed and nodded. “Thoroughly,” I agreed. “That’s just one of the reasons why you look so irresistible.”

A darker heat passed across her face and she closed her eyes once more. “You’re a dangerous man, Damon.” She sighed deeply.

I knew straightaway why she’d uttered those words. I also knew it was a good thing I was leaving for college soon. Falling for Miss J would be one hell of a mistake to make. I would ensure my heart was locked away firmly, aware that the dangerous game we were playing, while fucking amazing, was exactly that—dangerous.

Tension filled the air around us, hovering over our entwined bodies. While I craved the sexual chemistry between us, this deeper feeling filled me with unease. It was too risky. “Okay, just one more. You ready?” I leaned in and nibbled at her neck, needing to refocus on sex. Sex was ironically safe.

She tilted her head giving me better access. “Okay,” she answered, her voice airy. “Just make it quick.”

Loud laughter burst from me. “You know, most would want these things to take time.”

She shook her head. “After five, I don’t need slow. I just need six so I can have you.” She turned so she was on her back. Half-leaning over her, my eyes met hers. “Okay.” I returned to her neck, leaving light licks and nips as I covered her slender throat. “I’ll try my hardest.” I grinned around my words and she released a chuckle.

“Do your best, Damon.”

It sounded like an awesome challenge to me.

~~~

Weighing my options and the quickest way to get her off, I considered the paraphernalia in my bag. Surely, there was only so much I could do with a tongue and fingers, plus the collection of sex toys I had stashed. I wasn’t sure how much my tongue could last. While I loved my mouth on her, my jaw was honest-to-god aching, so I didn’t want to use it and not do a good job. On the flipside, however, I’d given her enough orgasms to know what she liked. I also knew there was enough tension in the air that it wouldn’t take much to make her explode.

I hated the thought of rushing the process. Foreplay was fucking awesome with Miss J. Watching her unravel and knowing I was responsible was the ultimate high, yet, like her, I was also desperate to be balls-deep. Glancing at my bag once more, considering pulling out the anal dildo, I decided against it. Instead, I retrieved was sure to be an instant winner, something I knew she would enjoy and appreciate.

Sometimes, it was simplicity that was by far the most effective, which was why, when I poured the massage oil into my hands, the fragrance greeting us made her sigh in relief. Her limbs were no doubt aching from the stretching and strain from the work I’d put her through. I knew that a massage would usually be slow, sensual work, but the way she was almost vibrating in expectation, the light work of my fingers on her skin would be enough.

I indicated she should turn to lie on her front, which she did without hesitation. Once the oil touched her skin and my hands worked her back, she groaned, the scent of oranges swirling around us and mingling with the sea air. It was a refreshing, spicy aroma. I allowed my fingers to explore every inch of her skin, trailing along her neck, back and legs. When I made quick work of her feet, her sexy groan almost had me coming undone. It sounded exactly the same as the sex noises she made.

“Turn over,” I instructed, my voice gruff and filled with need. On her back, my eyes roamed her curvaceous form while I explored her better with my hands, enjoying her smoothness. My hands on her breasts, I leaned closer and licked them both before blowing on them, enjoying how they hardened. “Touch yourself.” Her eyes on mine, I saw in my peripheral her hand trail down to the juncture between her legs. “Are you wet?” I proceeded to lavish her beautiful breasts with attention. Her hips bucked and she groaned, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth.

She nodded. My eyes still on hers, I refused to be pulled by my desire to watch her fingers on her pussy, even though watching her hands on herself was so goddamn hot. In between my licks, bites and sucks of her breast and nipples, I asked, “Are you wet, Miss J?”

She nodded again, still biting her lip. I so desperately wanted to be the one drawing her lip into my mouth.

“Let me taste.” Her eyes widened, her breathing becoming labored. “Use your other hand to keep touching yourself. Don’t stop.” My voice was low, in need of a taste. Her hand moved to my mouth. I licked at her two glistening fingers and then drew them into my waiting mouth. Fuck, she tasted divine. I sucked hard, eyes still locked to hers. My fingers tweaked her nipples and the movement of her hand on her pussy increased.

Releasing her fingers with a pop, I ran my fingers across her skin and worked my lips to her mouth. I nibbled gently on her bottom lip and swept my tongue against it. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, Miss J.” Her eyes flashed with desire at my words. “I bet you’re soaking with need.” My lips pressed against hers. “Are you still circling your clit?”

“Yes,” she said on a gasp, her body shuddering. 

“I want you to move your fingers and bury them into your tight pussy, Miss J. Can you do that for me?” I rolled her nipple through my finger and kissed her again.

Her hand shifted beneath me and she cried out, her hips bucking.

“That’s it. I need you to come.” I kissed a path to her neck. “That’s it. Fuck, I need to be inside you.” I pulled away from her, finally allowing my gaze to travel to her fingers working her pussy. “Holy shit! You’re so fucking hot.” I took my time, ignoring my need to rush, to undress in front of her. The moment my dick sprang free, her eyes lowered to it and she cried out her release.

I couldn’t wait a second longer.

I was on my knees in an instant, removing her hand and replacing it with my dick. I needed to be inside her as desperately as I needed to hear her calling my name as I came. Gliding into her, the ripples from her orgasm clamped around me. I groaned at her moist heat and the snug fit as she cried out while her orgasm continued. Not waiting for her shudders to stop, I pulled away and pushed back into her, doubling my efforts with the next plunge of my hips.

She lifted to meet every movement, her hips bucking, allowing me to hit her deeply. Her pussy was going to be my ruin. It was perfect.
She
was fucking perfect. Dragging my hips back, I continued to pound in and out of her, adjusting the way I joined her to hit against her clit. Her loud gasps at every touch made it clear I was hitting the spot just right.

“Perfect,” I moaned, slamming my mouth against hers. Gone were the soft caresses I’d offered mere moments earlier. Raw need and desire surged through me. The want to make the woman beneath me unravel and spiral out of control as she came the hardest in her life was my mission. I drove into her, keeping a hard, fast rhythm. I was close, and the way her pussy gripped me, I knew a glorious seventh was even closer for her.

Miss J began to tremble at the same time she called out, begging for more. Grasping her firmly, I pulled my mouth away and leaned above her, needing the sweet release of pushing the both of us over the edge. Thrusting into her, I continued faster, searching for the moment which would take us both. With every hard thrust, all reason left her eyes as I jackhammered into her. She bit her lip, no longer in control of her own movements. Regaining some semblance of control of her limbs, Miss J lifted her pelvis in the air. I rotated into her, earning a sensual sigh.

Her moans were increasingly urgent as I fucked the hell out of her. I basked in every groan, every scream and every sigh, allowing it to drag me closer to the edge. Finally, a heavenly spark ignited. Picking up my pace, I pounded into Miss J with the last of my waning strength. She moaned and bit her lip, preventing the scream I knew was a moment from escaping. I drove into her even faster, deeper and harder until we were both in a state of pure ecstasy. With a final thrust, my body stiffened. At the same moment, she clenched around my dick impossibly tight, milking me and drawing out my release. She expelled a final cry as we climaxed together, fully sated.

With a deep breath, I collapsed half on to her, ensuring the bulk of my weight was on the makeshift bed. I turned my face toward her as she looked at me. I was yet unable to form words, my body too exhausted, too sated to be fully coherent.

After a slow blink, a sexy, replete smile curved her mouth. I was impressed with her energy as she leaned toward me and planted a soft kiss against my lips. As she pulled away, I smirked, knowing I’d just had the best sex ever. I was convinced it was the same for her, too.

Still inside her, I avoided movement, not wanting the distance from her just yet. Content in our position, I closed my eyes, allowing my pounding heart to calm and my breathing to smooth out. I welcomed the soft pull of sleep, happy with the knowledge that we still had a few more tomorrows until what we had would come to an end. All I needed in that moment was her touch. Touching my teacher was a pretty damn perfect experience, one which I could continue the following night.

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Touching the Teacher (Lessons in Lust #4) May 2015

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Lessons in Lust is a hot, short-story erotica series centered around two main characters, Damon and Miss Toni Jordan, aka Miss J. Things get super-hot and spicy between the two over the last couple of weeks of Damon's senior schooling.

This series involves M/F, M/M/F and M/F/F explicit sex.

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