“I thought we were telling the truth here,” I said as my hand stopped moving up toward her center. “You asked me to be truthful, but are you being truthful, Ms. Glenburg?”
She gulped before licking her lips. Her hazel eyes held that hungry look in them, like she wanted me to fuck her.
“Do you want to see me in control?”
Her words were as rushed as her breaths. “I could get fired for this, Isaiah.” Try ‘you could go to jail,’ since I’m technically a minor, but that was just semantics.
“Then we better not get caught.”
Her hand was wrapped around my tie within a flash, and she pulled us both to the desk as her legs parted around my waist. Her fuck-me eyes were droopy and hooded as she peered up at me from lying back on the hard wood. I placed both hands beside her head, her blonde hair spilling out all around her.
A jolt of blinding excitement went through me at the thought of getting caught. It was a rush. A rush I’d welcome over and over again until I no longer had the chance.
“You’re wrong, Ms. Glenburg. I am in control.” I dipped my head down and captured her lips with mine. My dick pushed up to meet her warm pussy as her skirt hiked its way to her hips. Her hands went to my biceps as her tongue swept in my mouth, taking every bit of my lust that I gave her.
A whimper sounded from her as I backed away and found her wet panties. A wicked smile formed its way on my mouth as I pushed the silk aside and ran my finger over her slick slit. She arched her back, one leg wrapping around my back, as her hand dove underneath the dip in her blouse to grab herself. “Already so wet,” I teased, my finger rubbing over her swollen clit. “Tell me,” I whispered, ready to finger-fuck her. “Have you been wanting this from the beginning?”
Ms. Glenburg was panting as I stared down at her, her eyes barely open. “I’ve wanted this since the second you stepped in this school, Isaiah. You’re not like the others. You aren’t a boy. You’re jaded.”
That was when I let my finger sink into her warm walls. They constricted almost immediately as she moaned loudly. So greedy. I have to admit, this was my first time fucking around with an older woman, but I was definitely enjoying it. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to go after it.
Her hips curled as she palmed her tit. I reached my hand up and unbuttoned the rest of her top as I pumped her faster.
“I want to fuck you,” I said, wondering if she’d actually agree to it. This was too easy. If my uncle saw this, he’d have a fucking aneurysm.
“You’re the one in control,” she moaned.
“That I am,” I said as I pulled my finger out and unbuttoned my pants. She pushed herself back onto her desk, papers floating to the ground wistfully, and spread her legs. I reached up roughly and pulled her panties down past her legs and dropped them to the floor.
Just as I had the condom on and placed myself at her entrance, the door swung open, and in came a cart full of janitorial products along with Mr. Clark who looked like he’d seen a ghost.
“Oops,” I muttered as Ms. Glenburg peered back.
If only I could have been in Mr. Clark’s position and see what he saw: me, a student, hovering over a teacher with my dick in my hand as Ms. Glenburg lay spread open on top of her desk with her chest on full display.
She quickly sat up and covered herself, trying to talk her way out of it. She was flustered, rushing her words out so quickly it sounded like she was speaking a foreign language.
* * *
“Okay!” My uncle
slapped the desk again and brought me back to reality. “That’s enough!”
I smirked as I began buttoning the rest of my shirt, the buttons sliding into their slots effortlessly. I shrugged. “You said you wanted to know.”
“Isaiah.” He leveled me with a stare. “Did you truly fuck her—"
“I didn’t fuck her,” I interrupted him after crossing my arms over my chest. But I would have if I hadn’t been interrupted.
He glared at me, and I rolled my lips again, trying to hold it together. I knew I was pushing his buttons, probably a little too far, but I couldn’t help it. I was a little worked up.
My uncle sat back in his seat and rubbed his chin as if he were the one studying me now instead of her. I kept a hold of his stare for a few seconds as he squinted at me, analyzing me, scrutinizing me. Then, I began glancing around his stuffy, crammed office with entirely too many weird artifacts, like the fucking ancient globe at the end of his desk. Did it even have the correct continents on it?
“You felt threatened.”
I shifted my attention back to him without changing my posture. “Excuse me?”
“She made sense. She saw right through you. It made you angry, so you did the only thing you could think of, and you turned on your charm to prove a point.”