This is so wrong.
So. Wrong.
Yet my body is quaking with need as Zane—my student!—places open-mouthed kisses all over my inner thighs, making me yearn for more. His muscular shoulders bunch and tighten with each movement. Everything about him is just so damn perfect.
He saved me.
I know it’s bad that I was talking to him in the first place because of my position at the school, but had I not had that lifeline to him, I have no doubt I would’ve ended up in Sean’s bed. It’s repulsive and sickening that he’d go through the lengths of drugging me to get me into his bed. Is that all I’m seen as? A means to get to my father? And in this case, what was his play? To hurt Daddy or to get in good with him, knowing I’d never divulge to my father if I ended up sleeping with Sean?
My mind is reeling from earlier when I’m suddenly jerked to the here and now. I latch onto Zane’s stare as he flattens his tongue against my pussy, licking along the seam, his green eyes flashing with wickedness. When the tip of his tongue reaches my clit, he teases it, barely brushing his tongue over it. I whimper, my breasts jiggling as I squirm beneath his ministrations.
“There’s my girl. I want you out of your head and watching what I’m doing to you. You’re getting your pretty pussy licked by me. And you can’t deny your attraction to me anymore because I know it tastes like honey. So thick and sweet for me.” His thumbs pull apart my opening, gaining him access inside. I gasp as his tongue slides into my body briefly before he pulls it back out. “Your lust for me is leaking out, Kerry. I’m going to clean it all out with my tongue. And when you feel better, I’m going to fuck this pretty hole until it’s sore.”
His words are a hot button inside me. I writhe with need, wanting him to touch me everywhere all at once. He latches his mouth on my pussy once more, sucking and licking and biting until black spots form in my vision. I crave for him to fuck me like he promises because I need more. So much more from him. I settle for rubbing at my nipples, aching for more touch.
“Good girl,” he croons. “Twist those pink nipples until it hurts a little.”
I’m so lost for this man.
Barely a man, but he is still a man.
There’s nothing boyish about the seductive way he licks away my arousal and orders me to touch my body. I obey his command, pinching and tugging on my sensitive nipples. He smiles against my pussy, pleased, and then sets forth licking me right into an explosive orgasm. My entire body jolts as though lightning has struck me, a low, guttural moan escaping me. I’m too uptight for casual sex, so my encounters have been few and far between. The last good orgasm I had was when I’d had too much wine and got a little crazy with my vibrator.
Still, my toes didn’t curl.
My voice didn’t go raw from the moans.
And I didn’t feel so utterly consumed.
He crawls up my body, leaving wet kisses along the way until his mouth meets mine. The taste of myself should be a turnoff, but it’s not. I greedily devour him with a hungry kiss as he settles his cock against the part of me that still throbs. A thin layer of material separates us from what I really want.
Him.
All of him.
Every long, thick inch of this virile young man.
He finally pulls away, rolling onto his back, his eyes still locked on me. I’m instantly cold and I hate it. I want his heated touch. I need more.
“Zane—”
“I can’t,” he rumbles. “You’re too fucking tempting and my self-control is hanging on by a thread.”
I sit up and boldly straddle his hips. “We don’t have to have sex, but you need to get off too.” Seating myself over his dick, I shudder at how I can feel every vein and groove.
“You’re a bad influence on me.” His green eyes flash with a mixture of pleasure and devious intent. “I’m supposed to be the bad one.” His large hands grip my hips and he squeezes.
I rest my palms on his solid chest and begin moving my hips, grinding along his thickness. His eyes flutter closed and his full lips part. I’ve never seen anyone so gorgeous in all my life. As his breathing intensifies, I go faster and faster.
“I’m going to come in my boxers,” he croaks out. “Pull me out, baby.”
I lift up, just enough to free his big dick from his underwear, before continuing my efforts of rubbing against him. It’s bliss now that we’re skin on skin. My pussy easily glides along his cock, bringing us both immense pleasure. I get lost in the sensation, quickly finding my way to another earth-shattering orgasm. As I moan, his fingers bite roughly into my hips and a grunt escapes him. His cum spurts out, landing on his lower stomach in thick, plentiful ropes. Lost in the moment, I run my fingers through it, smearing it along his cock and giving us more lubricant to work with. He hisses as I slide my throbbing pussy along his dick that still twitches as cum continues to leak out.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters. “You’re going to kill me.”
I laugh because his expression is so serious. He smirks and then grabs my hips, drawing me off his dick onto the spent cum sitting on his stomach.
“Now you have to sit in the mess you made.” His green eyes dance with humor.
“Not exactly a punishment,” I tease, grinning at him.
He grabs a fistful of my hair, drawing me to his mouth where he ravishes me. One of his hands grabs my ass almost painfully as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. We kiss hard and fervently until he’s hard again, the tip of his dick poking at my asshole.
“Kerry,” he bites out. “We’re not fucking.”
I know he’s trying to be a gentleman because of what happened tonight with Sean. I’m desperate to have Zane, though. After denying myself for so long, it feels right and as though I deserve to have a sliver of happiness.
Can I find it with Zane Mullins?
“Okay,” I grumble. “You win.”
“I’ll wreck your pretty pussy soon enough. Don’t worry, Miss B.”
I wake as the sun rises, my bedroom slowly brightening with the start of the day. Zane sleeps beside me on his stomach, his dark hair in disarray, with his pink lips barely parted. I’m amazed that this man would want me. Not that I have low self-esteem or anything, but he just seems so young and gorgeous and perfect. Like any beautiful girl would be lucky to have him, but he somehow got his sights set on me. I’m selfish because I want to keep him. I want this forbidden romance we’ve stumbled upon.
My job is at stake.
My reputation could be ruined.
My own father might disown me.
But none of it seems important with him in my bed.
I’m still naked and he’s wearing his boxers. Maybe today he’ll realize I’m fine and we can have sex. I ache to finish what we started last night. Zane has this intensity about him that calls to me. His good looks and charm are alluring, sure, but it’s more than that. It’s him. Something about the way he wants me and seems to care for me has me drawn to him in a way I can’t come back from. I’ve never liked any guy as much as I do Zane.
It’s a terrifying thought.
He’s young and I’m his guidance counselor.
So much could go wrong. I read about such stories on the news and they always end badly. Most often, the woman is fired for being with her student, assuming he’s old enough like Zane is, and escapes any jail time, but the articles posted are always shaming and embarrassing. If it gets out that I’m carrying on a romantic relationship with a student at Brown High, my career is over. Daddy’s career could even take a hit from it.