Hot For Teacher(188)

I’ve walked through my life numb for so long, and lived only for my parents. My focus was being their perfect football-playing son. The one that might redeem our family from my brother’s scandal and shameful death.

But instead I have my hands all over a woman that could fuck up our family even more. Headlines again would scream the mistake their son made. How a woman pushed him over the edge and took advantage of him. Fear of exposure should stop me, but only a gun to her head would get me to move my hands from her body.

I’ll gladly accept the punishment of my crimes, because with her hot breath against my skin and legs wrapped around me, I don’t care about anything else right now. Right and wrong can go to hell, because the thoughts I’ve buried, the lust I’ve fed my mind for her can’t be stilled. It’s out of control.

She starts to move against my dick. We may have layers of fabric between us, but I feel the warmth of her pussy pressed against me and want more. Cupping her ass, I force her harder against me, wishing the heat between us would melt away all the clothes.

She breaks away from my lips and I want to push her back against them. “We,” she says in between pants. “Need to stop this.”

“It’s too late.” My words are final. The line has been crossed. There’s no reason to retreat and step behind it again. A safer place can’t erase what we’ve shared and will continue to share if I have my way.

She must agree with me, because she continues to swirl her hips in my lap. My dick hardens beyond what I thought was even possible.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” she asks while moving in my lap.

“No,” I say and look away from her exposing stare, because I bet she knew the answer before she asking.

“Don’t be ashamed to admit the truth.” She lifts my chin up with a delicate finger.

“Okay,” I mutter and find her eyes again. Their look burns me. Scalds my skin, and tell me to continue.

I slide my hands up her body and grasp her tits. They’re soft but firm. I’m amazed at the feel. I take the hard nipples peaking at me between my thumb and forefinger, and pinch them to a point.

I watch her eyes close and her mouth open in a silent sigh as she throws her head back. It’s an invitation to me. I lean forward and kiss along the length of her throat, feeling her quiet moans vibrate against my lips.

“Where did you learn to do this?” She asks while raising her head. Her body presses against my dick. I meet her with an upward thrust, again and again, as I curse our clothes.

“Long hours alone on my computer.” There’s no need to mention my porn watching focuses on blondes with blue eyes.

“We shouldn’t….” I silence her lips with mine.

I don’t want to hear the truth. Rules that are manmade when I know any man sitting where I am, feeling this woman in his arms, would deny them too.

Each thrust and desperate moan from her brings me close to coming. I don’t know what to do, so I decide to ask her.

“I’m going to…”

“Me too,” she says before I can finish.

I’m aching to get my hands underneath her shirt and touch the softness of her skin. Her legs and arms are covered. Her neck and hands are the only parts of her exposed.

I inch my hand underneath her tight sweater, but she grabs my wrist. It’s the first movement she’s made to stop me.

“Nothing under our clothes. It helps me lie to myself that this isn’t wrong.”

I pull my hand away but do so in a slow motion across her skin. Her stomach flinches and her breath hitches while I take my time.

Her movements speed up as she keeps her hands on my shoulders. Round and round she swivels her hips over me. I push her against me and meet each turn.

All talking ceases since we are nearly breathless. I am so close to exploding that my body begins to shake like a rocket before takeoff. All the momentum is building.

“Ohmyg…” She covers my mouth with hers and bites my lip to keep me from shouting. The force of coming raises me a few inches off the chair.

As I finish and collapse back into my seat, she arches away from me. I wrap my arms around her waist to hold her tight and watch her come apart in my hands.





Chapter 7




I pull myself up from Daniel’s lap with only one thought in my sexed out head. We are beautiful together.

There’s no guilt or shame hovering over us when I look into his coal-colored eyes, yet I can’t help worrying about where we go from here.

I’m his teacher for fucks’ sake. He has college and likely a career in professional football down the road. His life is just beginning even if I’m only a couple of years older than him.