Trapped With My Teacher

“If it doesn’t pass tonight, we’ll need to start conserving our supplies,” I say.

“Let’s worry about that after we get through the night,” he replies. He kneels beside the fireplace to stoke it once more. Once he’s finished with that, he stands, hesitates. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and takes a seat, spreading it across his knees.

I keep standing.

For a few moments, I pace. Then I crouch beside the fire, rubbing my hands.

Finally, Tony rolls his eyes and slaps the cushion beside him. “Sit down, Corina.”

Still, I hesitate.

“You’re going to pace yourself to death. That or freeze when you pass out in the middle of the floor. Sit down.” His green-gold eyes catch mine. Pin me in place. “Unless you’re scared of what will happen if you do.”

I raise my chin at that. Step over, defiant, and drop onto the cushion next to him. “I’m not scared.”

“Good.” He spreads the blanket across us both, and my breath catches. Our legs are pressed together now, his skin hot against mine, even through both of our jeans. “Because really, I’m the one who ought to be worried here.”

“Oh really?” I catch his eye, lift a single brow. “Why is that, Professor?”

“Some might call this a compromising position.” His gaze drops again to my mouth. On purpose, I slowly lick my lips, and have to resist a grin when I see the way it makes his pupils dilate and his mouth part.

It’s making me hotter, too, knowing the effect I have on him.

“Corina…”

“Yes, Tony?” I shift against him. My whole body seems to catch fire with that, just the brush of my thigh against his, the sensation of his warm, strong body pressed against my side.

“You’re breathing very fast,” he says. His gaze lifts back to mine, and his eyes shift back and forth as he studies me. Reads me, in a way no one ever has. “Your pupils are dilated.”

“So are yours,” I reply. My voice comes out too faint, too uncertain.

His smile widens. “One might almost think you were having a reaction to sitting this close to me.”

“One might,” I whisper. My gaze drops to his mouth. His lips, curved in a smirk, perfectly shaped. His cheeks dusted with dark stubble, below razor-sharp cheekbones.

He lifts his arm, brushing against mine—both our arms are bare, and that contact is enough to make me gasp aloud, though I try to cover it, to clamp my mouth shut. “I must say, Corina.” He raises that arm. Brushes a strand of my hair back from my cheek, across my shoulder. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to shiver with delight. “You seem fairly distracted from our predicament just now. Is there something else on your mind?”

I glance down farther. Along the smooth plane of his chest, down his abs, currently hidden under the blanket, though I can still picture the perfectly cut shape in my mind. My eyes drop right to his crotch—and to the bulge there now, visible even through the blanket and his jeans. “It seems I’m not the only one with something else on the mind, Tony.”

He raises a brow. “So you are distracted.”

“So are you.”

His smirk widens. “Whatever can we do about that, I wonder…”

I push myself upright, a little closer to him. Half my body is pressed against his side now, and our faces are an inch apart. His breath dusts my lips. “I wonder, indeed. Don’t you have any ideas, Professor?”

“You’re the one giving me all my ideas right now, Corina.” His hand drops down my arm, and my nerves light up, my skin burning at his touch. “Tell me. Which one should I pursue?”

“Depends. What are the options?” I lean a little closer, half sitting up so I’m kneeling above him, looking down into his eyes. Our noses touch.

“Well, there’s this one…” Suddenly, he grabs my waist and swings me over him. My other knee lands on his far side, so I’m straddling him on the tiny couch, thighs clenched around his waist. I can feel the hard press of his bulge now, right against my crotch, and fucking hell, I’m already so wet I can feel my panties sticking to me.

Without thinking, I arch my back, start to grind against his stiff cock. He groans, and I run my hands through his hair, pulling his head back, pinning him in place looking up at me, as I twist my hips to position his cock right against my clit. I moan softly as I grind again, slower and harder this time.

Then Tony grabs my hair in his fist and kisses me.

Fuck.

5

Under Pressure

“You like that, Corina?” He breaks away from the kiss, but stays so close his lips move against mine as he speaks.

“Well, I haven’t seen… the other options,” I manage to whisper in reply, my heart pounding so hard I can barely think. My clit is still pressed against his cock, and my pussy feels tight and wet with desire.