And when Maddie smiled at me, just the smallest of smiles, I squeezed my hand around my dick like the sick motherfucker I was. Here I was, my classroom full of reading students, and I was locked in this heated, intense stare with the young woman, my student, that I’d been lusting after. And my dick was in my palm.
I knew I hadn’t imagined the fact she wanted me, or that she looked at me with this aroused gaze covering her face.
She leaned back in her seat, ran the pad of her thumb along her mouth, and sucked the digit between her lips. I maintained my composure, didn’t show any kind of emotion, but on the inside, I was this beast wanting to be set free, wanting to kick everyone out of class until it was just the two of us.
Maddie sucked on her finger and spread her legs; the way I was seated, and the fact she was directly across from me, gave me the most incredible shot of her lower body. She spread her creamy thighs, spread them wide enough that I got a glimpse of the white lace panties she wore, and could even see the little bow at the top of the elastic. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to inflict pain, and the flavor of blood filled my mouth.
The bell rang and I snapped out of my fantasy, and yeah, I’d totally been fantasizing about catching a glimpse between those sweet fucking thighs of hers. At this rate, I’d have to go to the bathroom and rub one off.
All of the students got their things and left, but I kept my head down, not about to watch Maddie. It was a bad mistake that I’d thought about her in a lewd and crude manner while she sat there innocently. God, what I wanted to do between those creamy thighs was so filthy I could make an experienced pro blush.
When I heard the door shut, I closed my eyes and rested my elbows on the table. My head was killing me, my cock was hard, and my balls ached with the need to shoot off a load.
“My. Syler?”
The sound of Maddie’s soft voice had me snapping my head up and looking at her. She stood by the door, her backpack on, and her shirt stretched tight across her chest.
“Yes, Maddie?” I said cleared my throat.
“I was wondering if you had any extra study groups lined up?” she asked, reached into the purse that hung from her hand, and grabbed a tube of lip-gloss. As we stared at each other, she ran that slick and shiny as fuck gloss over her thick, plump lips. She looked so damn innocent. That made me even harder, knowing she was so fucking innocent in what she did.
My cock, which had gone down marginally, reared back to life at that image.
“I don’t have anything planned since the school year is almost out.” Fuck, my voice was so hoarse from my lust for her.
“Really? I have a project due next week, and if I don’t get a good grade in it it’ll really screw up my GPA. I’ve started and stopped, and it just doesn’t seem to be going in the right direction. I know you are one of the only teachers that does study groups outside of class, and I really was hoping to get your input on my project.”
I wanted to tell her I couldn’t help her, make up something that would have her leaving, giving me a reprieve from wanting her so damn badly. But I couldn’t say no to her.
“I can see you tonight, if you want?” I had to clear my throat again.
“Really?” She smiled. “That would be great. “Where should we meet?”
My house.
I pushed that thought right out of my fucking head.
“How about the public library? Say eight?”
She nodded. “Thanks again, Mr. Syler.”
I watched as she turned and walked away, that little skirt brushing the back of her thighs. If she’d bent over just a little, I’d get a prime shot of her ass, one that was round and perfect, and totally fuckable.
She left, and I sat there thinking about how I really wanted to jerk off, to ease the load that had settled in my balls. But I wasn’t going to do that, wasn’t going to be even more deranged in my need for her. I could get through this, get through tonight, and help her out. I was her teacher, after all.
I just hoped my arousal for her didn’t have me doing something that would totally fucking backfire.
2
The public library wasn’t crowded just like I expected. I guess I was the only one who actually cared about studying. Mr. Syler didn’t have to help me, but he’d said yes, which was a huge relief. I had plans after high school. I wanted to go to college, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to study law, medicine, or business. It was all really confusing. Not to mention that having wet dreams about a guy who was way older than me, and totally hot, was also confusing.