The Pleasure Chest Box Set(14)

“Philip,” she says. It sounds like half a moan, half a prayer, and my name on her lips is the best thing I’ve heard all day.

I can feel her start to shake as she starts to come. Her body forced over the edge so close on the heels of her last orgasm. I thrust into her once, and again, letting myself go. She bites into my shoulder as she goes over the edge with me, her moaning pulling even more pleasure out of me. My orgasm is bright lightning shooting through my cock, spreading through my spine and making me dizzy.

We sit settled together, both our chests fighting for air. The windows of the car have fogged up because as hot as it is outside, we’re even hotter. If anyone walks by, there won’t be a question about what we’re doing. I pull her back gently so I can look at her. Her face is red, glistening with sweat. “Six,” I say, giving her a smirk.

“Fine,” she says, still breathless. “You win.”

“I think we both won there.”

Mayra starts to laugh, and I love the freedom in the sound. She pulls herself off me and rearranges her clothes while I clean myself up. We squeeze ourselves into the front seats, and I drive her home. I can’t seem to keep my hands off her, even while driving. I touch her hand, her thigh, I even try for higher near her pussy and she playfully slaps my hand away. Finally, I settle for just her hand. Lacing our fingers together feels natural. Her hands are so much smaller than mine, but it works.

We don’t say much on the drive back, the atmosphere still charged with our sex and all the things we said. When we reach her house, I get out with her. I walk her to the stairs, where she perches one step up. It brings us closer to the same height.

“Will I see you tomorrow?” I ask.

“At the class?”

“Yeah.”

She makes an exaggerated face like she’s thinking about it. “I don’t know. You said I didn’t really need the classes.”

“That’s true, I did say that.” I take a step closer. “But who knows, you might meet someone interesting.”

“Well, in that case—”

I cut her off by kissing her, and she leans into me. I could spend a long time kissing her and be perfectly content. I pull away, feeling a pang of satisfaction as her body drifts after mine, like it’s night quite ready for me to leave. “In that case,” I say, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I watch her go all the way into her house before I leave.





13





Mayra





I make sure to take the dildo with me to the class. I know I can’t give it back, given how many time it’s been inside of me, but at least I can pay for it. Luckily for me, the same handsome Asian man is working the front of the store. I figure I can’t embarrass myself any more than I already did.

He looks up when I reach the counter. “You came back. Good. The first time is always the hardest.”

“That’s definitely true,” I say, grinning at the innuendo. “I need to pay for something…I accidentally walked out of the store with one of the test toys after the class on Friday.”

“Which one?”

I look down at my hands, avoiding looking him in the face. “The Vixen Mustang.”

“Good choice, girl,” he says. “Not a problem, I’ll ring it up for you. Just promise me you enjoyed it.”

I look up to him flashing me a blinding smile, and I figure there’s no harm in it. “You could definitely say that.”

“Then it’s all good.”

He rings me up for the sale, and I thank him. I didn’t even have to take the dildo out of my bag to prove it, which was nice.

People are already gathering in the curtained area for the class, and I’m heading over to find my seat when Philip intercepts me. He pulls me quickly around the curtains and back into the stockroom. “What are you doing?” I whisper.

“I had an idea on Friday, that if you hadn’t left we might have ended up back here. I thought about exactly what I would do to you between these shelves.”

He presses me against the wall, kissing me in that insane way that makes me want to rip his clothes off. I reluctantly pull my lips away from his, “Aren’t you about to teach the class that all those people out there are waiting for?”

“I’d skip it for this,” he says, voice low and rough.

I let him press me against the wall, and I get carried away in the sensation of his body against mine. It hasn’t even been a day since I last tasted him, and somehow it seems like I’ve missed the taste. I run my hands down his chest, and I can feel the strength hidden beneath his clothes. I want him naked again, but not here. Not now. Even though his kisses are like a drug I never want to come off of, I manage to separate us. “There are even more people here then on Friday. You have to go out there.”

“And this?” he asks, moving his hips against mine so I can feel the rigid line of his cock.

I try to stop the grin on my face and I can’t. “Later.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he says, planting a final kiss on me.

I head for the door before he can pull me back and convince me to stay in this room forever, naked and fucking. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I say as I get to the door. I don’t stay to see his reaction. Instead I head into the class area and take my seat, this time further towards the back. I wasn’t lying, there are far more women here this time, and I have no doubt that it’s because the women from the first class—who are all here—told their friends about the smoking hot substitute teacher.

The brunette sits in the front row again, with a shirt that’s noticeably more revealing than what she wore last time. I feel a pang of nervousness. She’s gorgeous, and right there in the front row. I just made out with him and turned him on. What if he sees what she’s wearing and decides he likes it? Should I move up there?

I don’t have a chance to decide, because Philip walks into the class, and there’s a collective gasp from all the women in the room—especially the new ones. There’s practically cheers as he turns around to work on flipping through the easel and illustrations. He knows what he’s doing too, because when he turns he looks straight at me and winks. The women around me sigh, thinking he might be winking at them, but I know it’s for me.

I can hear the whispers around me now, and I’m regretting sitting in the back of the class. There are comments on everything, from how hot he is to how great his ass looks. How they want to practice this class on him and let him lick every inch of their bodies. As Philip teaches, their words sink under my skin. Christa said he’d been with his fair share of women. I’m not stupid, I know what that means, and I know that having some fun for the last couple of days doesn’t make us exclusive. And there is a room full of willing women here ready to fuck him the second he even hints at yes.

Plus, he’s smooth. He’s so smooth, so practiced, so charming. I saw that last time, and I see it again. Suddenly I wonder if I’ve been wrong, that he’s a player after all. It’s possible that I’ve made a huge mistake. My gut bubbles with anxiety, and I feel the urge to leave the class—it would be easy enough since I’m at the back. But if I leave, he might follow me. I don’t want that kind of scene.

I’m over reacting. I know I am, but these past couple of days don’t erase the last month. I don’t know what to think. I’m too distracted in my swirl of thoughts to pay attention to his words. But I watch him. I watch him as he sneaks glances at me, sharing faces and subtle expressions when someone else is asking a question. He winks a couple more times. He doesn’t flirt with anyone but me. Somehow that makes me even more nervous. If I was wrong—if he’s a player, he could be playing me really well. He could be stringing me along until he gets what he wants from me and then I’ll be left broken and vulnerable again.

Before I know it, the class is over. There’s wild applause that is almost laughable, and Philip takes a little bow. I fight down my unease. I’m making something out of nothing. Or am I? I feel a little sick, the two thoughts chasing each other in circles inside me. Just like before, I hang back. I said later, and I’ll give him that chance. I could be getting in my own way, or my subconscious could be trying to warn me. After the last hour I don’t know what to think.

The brunette from the first row sidles up to Philip, wrapping him in a hug and giving him a kiss on the cheek. When she pulls away, Philip glances down at her breasts which are spilling out of her top. She slips him a piece of paper, and he smiles that brilliant smile. They laugh together, and my stomach plummets. I can’t watch this. I can’t stand to watch what I hoped he was unravel in front of me. I push through the curtains at the back of the classroom, ducking through the crowd of people still milling through the store. Someone near the door shoves a flyer in my hand for future classes. I barely manage to say thank you before pushing out of the store and into the open air.

I can breathe a little better out here, but my chest is tight with anxiety and worry and the fear that I did exactly what I said I wouldn’t—jumped into bed with someone exactly like Bryan. I need some time. I need to get out of here. So many people came to the class today that I had to park a few blocks away. I head in that direction, trying to focus on my breathing and telling myself that everything is fine. I haven’t had a panic attack in a long time, but I’m almost there.