The Last Hard Boy (The Hard Boys 3)

“I was waiting in line at the coffee shop. You were the town gossip. Apparently, you woke the dead with that thing.”

She laughed. Her car had backfired on her this morning, and there had been smoke and some loud noises. People had been pissed at her because as a teacher, she liked to get to school early to set up and be ready. This morning was no different.

“Yeah, I’ve got the tow truck coming tomorrow. He was too busy to pick my car up.” She had no choice but to walk to the school, which wasn’t too far, but still, her feet were killing her. “How was your parents’ place yesterday?”

“Good. I got to listen to a lot of complaints and worries about the fact I was seen leaving a certain teacher’s house.” He walked into the room, leaning up against the desk.

“Someone saw you?”

“It wasn’t like I left early morning. I figured someone would see me leaving, I just didn’t think they’d tattle to my parents before I even got there.”

She laughed. “The curse of being in a small town?”

“The very worst. I know how to deal with my parents. They’re just worried about me.”

“How come?”

“I’m their youngest son. Of course, they’re going to worry about me.”

She laughed. “Of course.”

He reached out, taking her hand. “I enjoyed Saturday night, and Sunday.”

“Me too.”

“I want to do it again.”

“Rome, do you think that is wise?”

“I don’t see a reason why we shouldn’t do it.”

“What about people watching us?” she asked.

“I don’t have a problem with people seeing me hang out with you, unless you’re worried.”

She chuckled. “I don’t mind.”

He tugged her close. “Did you have a classroom of good students, teach?”

“Not today. I had a bunch of kids who think they know best. Kind of wished I had a good student.” She shouldn’t play along, not in her classroom, but one touch from Rome and she couldn’t think straight.

This was dangerous, but she didn’t put a stop to it.

She stepped closer, and then his hands were on her thighs. A gasp fell from her lips as he traced across the edge of her skirt.

They could be caught at any minute.

Rome moved her so no one would see. They would only see how close they were standing next to each other.

His hand disappeared beneath her skirt. She gasped as he touched her pussy. The panties she wore didn’t exactly provide enough protection. He stroked over the fabric, and she opened her legs as wide as the pencil skirt would allow.

As he stroked over her clit, she whimpered, and this time, he growled. “I can feel how wet you are.”

“I’ve been thinking about you,” she said.

And she had. Her lunch break. In between her kids doing tests. All of it.

“Good. I’ve been thinking about you as well. Do you have any idea how hard it is to focus on numbers when I keep thinking about your mouth wrapped around my cock?” He slid his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, and then he touched her.

She had no choice but to grab his shoulders for something to hold on to, maybe even her sanity.

He stroked between her slit, and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip. Rome teased her clit, gliding across her nub. The wet sounds seemed louder to her as they stood in her classroom.

Rome moved down, sliding a single finger inside her, followed by a second. “Do you think you can take a third?”

“Yes.”

He worked three fingers inside her, turning his hand to use his thumb across her clit. She cried out, hungry for more, not wanting him to stop.

“You know, when I went here, and I got to your class, you’d wear these same pencil skirts, and I would wonder what kind of panties you were wearing. I always figured you were a lace person. I’d think about touching you like this. Seeing your eyes go wild, imagine you fucking my fingers.”

“Please, Rome.” She was so close.

“I know. I want you to come for me, Andy. Give me one of my fantasies.”

Breaking all her rules, she came hard, saying his name, knowing at any second they could get caught by another teacher, but as her orgasm took over, she didn’t care. All she wanted was Rome. His fingers, his cock, his mouth, whatever he was willing to give her. She was all his.

At some point, Rome had stood, and with his tight grip around her waist, he held her up. Slowly, he removed his fingers from her pussy, and she watched as he placed them against his lips and sucked them into his mouth with a moan. “Tastes so good.”

She rested her head against his chest, watching him lick her cum from his fingers.

“Hey, Andy. Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize you had company.”

Andy eased away from Rome with a smile.