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Being practically wrapped around him is making me all kinds of hot, and all it will take is one touch on my clit and I’ll probably come. That’s how aroused he has me.
Reaching out to steady myself, he pulls me closer as my fingers slide against his chest. I cling to him for mere seconds, a part of me enjoying the feel of him beneath my hands, before managing to push myself away, putting the desk between us.
Trying to breathe throu
gh the lust I feel, I brave a look at him. My gorgeous student has never looked so sexy. He’s taller than me with a rock hard body, and one part is harder than the rest of him right now. I quickly look up and meet his dazzling green eyes before my own are drawn back to the most defined part of him.
“Stop,” he hisses, clenching his fists as he turns his back to me.
This is insane. I’m the teacher. Oh God! I need to stop this and make sure nothing happens again.
Mason’s muscles slide under his shirt with his heavy breathing sending a coil of heat through me again. This is really bad. I can’t even look at him without being worked up. But I can’t stop watching him—he’s beautiful. A sculptured god is what he is. His dark hair is all mused, as usual, which makes him look soft, sexy, and ready to take you to bed.
Clamping my lips together, I catch the moan before it slips out. Shaking myself out of the sexual haze I’ve been in, I ask, “Are you happy with your assignment, Mason?”
Mason turns his head to look at me before his delicious body follows as he walks toward me like a panther stalking his pray.
“No,” he whispers, and then adds in a normal voice, “Yes, I might need some help with another point when I get further along.”
What is he doing?
He holds my gaze as I agree, “That’s fine. You know where to find me.”
I can hardly refuse when the class is probably listening or trying too, wondering why he’s in here. It feels like we’ve been locked together in lust for hours when not ten minutes have passed.
Before I follow him into the classroom, I grab a bottle of water from my purse and drink half of it down. I resist the urge to splash it on my face and hope the tepid water will cool my body, because my cheeks feel flush, and the throb between my legs is driving me crazy.
Chapter Two
Mason
Back in the classroom only one or two look up at me as I make my way to my seat. I ignore them, right down to the suspicion that I see shining in Jessica’s eyes. She’s been a bug up my ass since the term started five months ago, and probably all because we fooled around during the summer. I’m no saint by any means, or at least I wasn’t. Since Ms. Daniels has been at the school, I’ve lost all interest in the girls that throw themselves at me. All I see when I shut my eyes is Bianca. All I see when I’m getting myself off is Bianca. Totally crazy, I know, obsessing about my sexy-as-fuck teacher.
She’s beautiful though. She has long, toned legs, curvy hips, a flat stomach and breasts that make my mouth water. The fantasies I’ve been having about the color of her nipples leave me damn uncomfortable, like now. I slip my hand under the table, up underneath my shirt and into the waistband of my jeans. Reaching for my cock it pulses at my touch, and leaks in excitement. Sucking in a silent breath, I rearrange it to what I hope is a more comfortable position.
“Can I have your attention please?” Ms. Daniels asks. Her voice is steady and she has the appearance of a calm and collected teacher. It’s obvious that she has control of her senses back. “You have another ten minutes to finish reading the rest of the chapter and then I’m going to ask you to close your text books while I pass out a pop quiz.”
When she finishes speaking, the entire class groans, me along with them, although my groan has more to do with the images of Bianca in her office with her skirt around her ass. Fuck, I nearly came on the spot when I walked in and saw her like that, all that skin and the naked globes of her firm ass on display. Instant boner.
Ugh! I need to get my mind off of her otherwise my dick is going to be exploding in my jeans without the touch of her skin or my hand. I bet her hand would feel real good, wrapping around me in her firm grasp before sliding back and forth as she jacks me off, rubbing her thumb over the leaking crown of my dick. Hell. I’m going to come, here in the middle of the classroom.
Jumping out of my seat, I start to move toward the door and realize every one is staring, but the only one I make contact with is Bianca. “I don’t feel too good.” She starts to come over to me so I pull the door open because one touch, or one inhale of her scent will send me over. “I’ll be back.”
Shoving into the restroom, I lock myself into a stall, sighing with relief when I open my zipper and watch as my hard as fuck cock springs free. Breathing heavily, I stroke down to my balls, which are pulled tight against my body.
This won’t take long, not with my dick jerking and leaking without touching it. I suck in a breath and grasp my steal rod, tightening my hold I nearly loose all strength in my legs with the pleasure that hits me in the balls. Before I can even think, my fist takes over jacking me off to an image that’s popped in my head of Bianca on her knees as she licks and sucks around the mushroom head of my cock. She takes me deeper, swallowing around me, and then… “Ahhh…Yes…Yes… Oh God.” My orgasm splashes all over, missing the john, but what the fuck. Even spent my cock still jerks with pleasure.
Trying to catch my breath, I reach for a paper towel and wipe the cum covered head of my cock. Tossing the towel in the john before shoving my junk away, I quickly clean up the rest. I’m so screwed. If I’m ever lucky enough to have her hands on me, I’m probably going to come with just her touch, like I did the first time I had sex with someone. I shudder not wanting to go back there.
After quickly washing my hands, I splash water onto my face and dry off before heading back to class. Part of me feels embarrassed for jacking off in the school restroom, something I bet others have done in the past, but I sure as hell haven’t, and the other part of me says fuck-it. The restroom is better than coming in my jeans in class.
Looking through the small window in the door, my eyes are drawn to Bianca sitting at her desk with her head down. She is amazing with her dark hair flowing down over her shoulders, and I can almost control my desire until she lifts that beautiful head of hers and looks directly at me.
Without breaking our gaze, I push back into the room and feel the whole class staring at me, but don’t look away from Bianca.
Standing, Bianca clears her throat, and facing the class, says, “Back to the quiz guys,” before meeting my gaze again. “Are you feeling better, Mason?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
