Hot For Teacher(41)

Taking my fingers, I gently spread her wider, kissing her inner thigh and licking along the rim of her opening. Her legs are shaking and her she looks lush and delicious, but not yet ready. I kiss her sweetly and before I can even penetrate her, she starts convulsing in my arms, whimpering and panting. Resting my forehead on her stomach, I put my hand over her heart and feel it beating fast.

“J-Jack…” She’s crying. I don’t know why and I don’t ask. I should, but I’m feeling overwhelmed. I never had these kinds of feelings with past partners and I feel a nagging sense of guilt.

“Shhhh, Edith. I know. Me, too.”

I let my hands roam her body until she stills. I look up and my poor girl has fallen asleep, tears staining her pale cheeks. She’d be mortified to know I was looking so intently at her while she lays so vulnerable on my couch but, damn, who wouldn’t? I pick her up and take her into my bedroom, pulling down the covers of the bed. I strip the rest of her clothing off and tuck her in. I jump in the shower and clean myself up, taking care of business. This may be the longest weekend of my life.





Chapter Seven


Edith

I wake up hungry. A good portion of my body hurts, but I feel wet and tingly between my legs. I bet I was having a sex dream about Jack. It would figure. I feel embarrassed by my instantaneous orgasm yesterday, but his touch brought me there so fast, I lost the careful control I tried to keep over myself. I still haven’t showered, and I feel really gross. I groan, trying to cover my face with a pillow, when I feel someone kneeling on the bed next to me and pulling my scant level of protection away.

“Go away,” I mumble.

He laughs and pulls harder on the pillow. “Not likely, Edith. Come on. Time to eat and clean up.” I’m about to protest, but my stomach growls and he laughs. “Come on, girl. You can’t argue with a stomach as loud as that.” Grimacing, I know he’s right. Plus, eating will probably clear the headache that’s settled in my brain.

“Fine, but… Whoa! Hey! Put me down!” I feel myself being lifted like a sack of potatoes. My limbs flail until he gets a better hold of me. Like a cat, I’m struggling to get purchase in his arms, clawing his shoulders.

“Not a chance. Besides, Shelby and Aiden plan to stop by to make sure I haven’t locked you in a closet or something.”

Jack has wrapped me up in the sheet from the bed and is carrying me to his kitchen. He sits me down in front of a plate filled with pancakes, bacon, eggs, and orange juice. It’s a sweet gesture, but I’m not sure how I’ll even eat a portion of this gigantic meal. Even healthy, I never ate this much food in one sitting.

“Wow.” I pick up my fork as he puts a cup of coffee in front of me.

“Wow later, eat now.” Jack tucks my messy hair behind my ears and kisses me on my forehead.

“Yes, caveman.” I roll my eyes at him. He looks at me, really looks at me, like he’s assessing me carefully. It’s weird, yet I feel that feverish heat overwhelm me again.

“Woman not eat in many moons. You eat now or pay consequence.” Jack stands in front of me, hands on his hips, half-grunting his response. I can’t help but laugh. He’s ridiculous, but I haven’t laughed like this with anyone before, not even Shelby and Aiden, who I consider the closest thing I have to a family.

“Consequence?” I ask.

“Big man will make you come again…hard,” Jack whispers, leaning down and gently biting the lobe of my ear. He licks the bite and trails down my neck, causing me to shiver. I feel myself growing wetter and watch as he walks away, making me wiggle in my chair. “Eat, woman.” I pick up my fork. I’m not ready for whatever Jack has planned. No matter how primed my body is, my heart and brain are not.

Aiden and Shelby arrive while I am still in the shower. It takes me a lot longer to get myself in and out of the tub, and Jack insists on me keeping the door open so he can hear if I need anything. It’s infuriating to be this helpless. A part of me knows the longer I stay here, the more risk I am putting Jack, and my education, in. I can’t see Dean Andrews being okay, in terms of university standards, with this arrangement.

“Edie, where is your skank ass?” Shelby walks into the bathroom without a second thought, materializing through my warm bathroom steam like an avenging hippie angel riding a cold gust wind.

“Hey! What the hell?!” I try grabbing a towel, but it’s no use. Shelby grabs it first and then waits, handing it to me, smirking while I stand there naked and freezing cold. I can feel my nipples painfully harden, and I try covering my body as Shelby takes her sweet ass time handing that damn towel over.