Page 13 of Teach’s Hayride with the Baller

I flicked gently at her nipple, toying with the piercing, then returning to stroke over her soft flesh until she arched into my hand. Her mouth never left mine, not even when I dropped my hand and pushed my fingers beneath her skirt in the darkness. Away from the rest of the fair, the town’s chatter receded, replaced by the constant rattle from the cart’s wheels, the soft crunch from the corn stalks beneath us. Music played throughout the maze, hiding her sounds, letting me have her to myself as more carts joined at a distance. Out here, a sense of quiet fell over us.

The little bats on her tights were soft and fuzzy beneath my fingers. I slid my hand higher, stroking between her thighs asking her silently to part for me. Hazel broke the kiss, her eyes dozy and heavy and fucking gorgeous in the reflected glow from the corn maze. I’d lost track of where we were, which turn we were up to, but it should be a while before anything else jumped out at us now, with still a distance to go to the middle at this pace before the return journey started. A dangly spider draped over my shoulder and disappeared as I pushed my fingers higher between her legs.

Hazel sucked in a deep breath, parting her thighs a tiny amount. I smiled against her mouth, pleased, then stroked over her covered mound. Heat and moisture radiated against my touch. I bit my lip to prevent the groan that built from slipping free and pulled her in close.

“If you tell me you’re bare beneath that thin layer of mesh, I swear I'll make you come right here,” I murmured against her ear.

Her little gasp was all the confirmation I needed. “Just don’t tear them please,” she begged softly. “I kind of like these.”

I nodded and settled my mouth over hers again, keeping the kiss long and deep, but not hard. Hell, if I lost myself in her out here, there was no coming back. I wanted her so damn badly that I’d fuck her without a second’s thought, she was so wet and warm and ready. Soaked. I’d thought she had a naughty side, and I’d been right. No part of her protested what I did.

Instead, I was the one who reined back every single damn urge, raking my nails gently over her damp center and teased her clit until she wiggled against my fingers, pressing closer.

“If you want to come, you’re going to have to show me how you like it,” I whispered against her mouth.

Her gasp—outrage, fear?—left me hard as her fingers dug into my thigh through my jeans. Sheer will alone stilled my fingers against her heat, right where I wanted to rub her. Hazel got the message pretty fast. Her hips lifted, and she pressed against my hand. I didn’t pull away or tease her—I wanted to see what she needed, what she liked. That I could do this right for her.

Inch by inch she lifted her hips and pressed against my hand, then lowered. Again, and again, until her breaths came hard on my mouth. I traced my tongue across her bottom lip, then plunged my tongue inside. Pulling back, I smirked when her next breath came out ragged and her hands pressed to my shoulders trembled.

“Deep breath and scream,” I advised, recognizing the wall of glowing green mushrooms and what came next.

Hazel sent me a puzzled look that transformed into a look of utter bliss as I rubbed my fingers over her clit in a frenzy. Her cry started as startled, but as I pressed down, she gave me the scream I asked for. Her back bowed, and the sound lifted.

I tossed my head back and howled at the same time as the devil grabbed the hay cart and shook it, bellowing obscenities designed to terrify.

Hazel didn’t hear him. I could almost guarantee it. She slumped into my arms, her legs tightly crossed around my hand still pressed between her legs. I tucked her into the side of my jacket, pulling it around her, glad of the darkness that made us little more than silhouettes.

Quick breaths warmed my chest as she sank into me, my fingers still stroking her gently. Teasing for as long as I could until her struggle eased, then I took her to the edge again, willing her to drench my fingers and ruin her tights.

She didn’t disappoint, folding against my chest to bite my shoulder, every shudder the prettiest gift I’d ever been given. Christ, I couldn't wait to take her into the Haunted House. For now, I’d settle for a hay ride with the new and pretty, not-so-innocent teacher in Broomcorn Hollow, and enjoy showing her all the joys of the corn maze.

Because a hayride for two was the perfect length to get to know each other. And her mouth offered the sort of invitation I couldn't deny.

CHAPTER SIX

HAZEL

Dampness drenched my thighs as I gripped Zack’s hand tight just to stay upright. Or, as upright as I could at least, considering that my legs wobbled with every damn step I took to the moment we were off the hayride.

“What did you do, baller boy?” I muttered.

That came out breathless. Score two for the Jock.

“Do you want a coffee?” Zack asked nonchalantly. His arm draped around my shoulders as though nothing untoward had happened between us at all. Nothing more than a kiss, maybe or some heavy flirtation.

Only the hay ride driver, the bat person and the two of us might know that my scream wasn’t from fright at all.

“Is it really the time?” I managed to sound grumpy as fuck and I was proud of that.

Someone called out and Zack waved back, his goofy smile fixed in place.

“Yeah, you’re gonna need the energy,” he said softly. “We’ve got a whole lot more to get through tonight.”

My legs trembled at the thought of what more entailed.

“I think we should call it a night, don’t you?” I said faintly.

He stopped walking and looked down at me. The night had closed in, blotting out the stars, and his eyes were unreadable. “Did you choose to come out tonight to push boundaries or are you playing it safe, teach?” he asked softly. One hand rested against my lower back.