“So …” she mumbles.
“You’re finally on time …” I muse.
“Yeah, well …” She grabs a strand of her hair and toys with it.
I grasp her wrist just before she tucks the strand behind her ear. “Don’t. I like it better when it’s loose.”
She slowly brings her hand down, but I’m still holding her wrist, and I’m not about to let go.
I place my other hand on the table beside her and lean in.
“You made me spank you yesterday,” I murmur. “Why aren’t you angry? Afraid?”
“Because you’re not dangerous. Not to me,” she says, her eyes so seductive they make me want to kiss her.
“I am when you disobey me.”
“Do you do this with all your students?” she asks, closing her eyes as I inch closer.
“What? The spanking or the dress code?”
“Both …”
“I’ve never done either with anyone but you …” I whisper.
Her lips are so close, I can almost taste them.
Fuck that, I already can.
I slam my mouth into hers and take her sweet little lips, claiming her as mine.
I don’t give a shit that I punish her for being late.
I don’t give a shit that I’m supposed to be her teacher.
And I sure as hell don’t give a shit that anyone could find us here.
My kiss is soft and sensual, as I don’t want to rush it, but it’s becoming so hard to resist. I wish I could say that every kiss would be the last. That every time I see her would be the final time. That every day I think of her, it would be as a student and not someone I crave.
But I can’t.
I can’t fucking stop thinking about her in a way I shouldn’t.
Keeping distance is impossible when she needs to be here every goddamn time … And when she throws her assets in my face like that. But maybe fucking my frustration over not having her out of my system will work.
I grab her waist and set her on the table. She giggles, but I silence her with a kiss. My tongue sweeps out to lick her lips, which part eagerly, allowing me entry. I suck on her lips and let my tongue roam free around her mouth, licking the roof of her mouth.
Panting, I take my lips off hers for a second to admire the glow on her face.
I know she wants this too.
I don’t have to ask, and she doesn’t need to tell. It’s written all over her face.
“You’re a naughty girl … you know that?” I murmur, and then I press another kiss to her neck.
“I know what I am; you don’t need to tell me.”
“And mouthy too.” I suck so hard it makes her moan.
The red mark left on her skin makes me smile. “You’ll have to tell your friend another boy did that.”
“Why?” She frowns.
“Because this can’t happen and it’s not. Do you understand?”
“You mean we’re not kissing right now?” she says with a wicked smile on her face.
“Exactly.” I grin and then place another kiss on her lips. “We’re not kissing at all.”
I leave her lip with a final tiny bite and then slide my fingers up her skirt, far enough to tickle her sweet pussy through the fabric of her panties.
She bites her lip and sucks in a breath.
“Like that?” I ask.
She nods sweetly.
I hook my fingers around her panties and pull them down slowly, taking delight in the sight of her naked pussy appearing underneath. “Do you know what else we’re not doing?” My hand dives between her legs, and I cup her pussy. “I’m not touching your sweet little pussy right now. And we’re definitely not going to fuck right now.”
She moans into my mouth when I rub her softly.
“God, you’re such a tease,” I whisper. “Always being late, getting me all riled up.”
“I can’t help it. Your class is just that boring,” she says.
“Now, you’re just trying to get me mad.” I swat her legs. “Open.”
“Ow …” she murmurs.
“I told you not to make me angry.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve been an asshole too, so …”
I cock my head. “When was I an asshole to you?”
“When you said you didn’t know there were students coming to the bar and that you needed to find another place to chill.”
“Oh … yeah, well, your friend was with you there. I needed to say something.”
She purses her lips but then closes her eyes. Whether she accepts my explanation doesn’t really matter.
All that matters is that I want her. Now.
“Enough talking.” I nudge her legs further apart and slide my index finger up and down her slit until her wetness coats my fingers. Then I flick her clit, watching her eagerly as she moans softly.