Bad Teacher

I don’t give a shit that I’m supposed to be her teacher.

And I sure as hell don’t give a shit that anyone could find us here.

My kiss is soft and sensual, as I don’t want to rush it, but it’s becoming so hard to resist. I wish I could say that every kiss would be the last. That every time I see her would be the final time. That every day I think of her, it would be as a student and not someone I crave.

But I can’t.

I can’t fucking stop thinking about her in a way I shouldn’t.

Keeping distance is impossible when she needs to be here every goddamn time … And when she throws her assets in my face like that. But maybe fucking my frustration over not having her out of my system will work.

I grab her waist and set her on the table. She giggles, but I silence her with a kiss. My tongue sweeps out to lick her lips, which part eagerly, allowing me entry. I suck on her lips and let my tongue roam free around her mouth, licking the roof of her mouth.

Panting, I take my lips off hers for a second to admire the glow on her face.

I know she wants this too.

I don’t have to ask, and she doesn’t need to tell. It’s written all over her face.

“You’re a naughty girl … you know that?” I murmur, and then I press another kiss to her neck.

“I know what I am; you don’t need to tell me.”

“And mouthy too.” I suck so hard it makes her moan.

The red mark left on her skin makes me smile. “You’ll have to tell your friend another boy did that.”

“Why?” She frowns.

“Because this can’t happen and it’s not. Do you understand?”

“You mean we’re not kissing right now?” she says with a wicked smile on her face.

“Exactly.” I grin and then place another kiss on her lips. “We’re not kissing at all.”

I leave her lip with a final tiny bite and then slide my fingers up her skirt, far enough to tickle her sweet pussy through the fabric of her panties.

She bites her lip and sucks in a breath.

“Like that?” I ask.

She nods sweetly.

I hook my fingers around her panties and pull them down slowly, taking delight in the sight of her naked pussy appearing underneath. “Do you know what else we’re not doing?” My hand dives between her legs, and I cup her pussy. “I’m not touching your sweet little pussy right now. And we’re definitely not going to fuck right now.”

She moans into my mouth when I rub her softly.

“God, you’re such a tease,” I whisper. “Always being late, getting me all riled up.”

“I can’t help it. Your class is just that boring,” she says.

“Now, you’re just trying to get me mad.” I swat her legs. “Open.”

“Ow …” she murmurs.

“I told you not to make me angry.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve been an asshole too, so …”

I cock my head. “When was I an asshole to you?”

“When you said you didn’t know there were students coming to the bar and that you needed to find another place to chill.”

“Oh … yeah, well, your friend was with you there. I needed to say something.”

She purses her lips but then closes her eyes. Whether she accepts my explanation doesn’t really matter.

All that matters is that I want her. Now.

“Enough talking.” I nudge her legs further apart and slide my index finger up and down her slit until her wetness coats my fingers. Then I flick her clit, watching her eagerly as she moans softly.

I place one hand over her mouth. “Shhh …” I mutter. “Don’t want anyone hearing you come, now do you?”

She shakes her head.

I toy with her until she’s swollen and panting, then I insert a finger. She gasps, sucking on the inside of my fingers as I keep my hand firmly over her mouth to prevent the noise from escaping.

“I know you want to moan … And trust me when I say there’s nothing in this world I’d want to hear more than your moan. But students are out there, and that door isn’t locked.”

Her eyes tear away for a second, a sliver of terror flashing through them, so I distract her with the thrusts of my finger. I fuck her with one until she’s calmed down, and then I add another so she can feel the fullness. I go on until she’s shaking, her toes curling as she reaches the edge.

“Are you a dirty girl, Hailey? Are you going to soak my desk with your wetness?”

She nods, moaning against my hand.

“Shhh … no sound. Just come from my fingers. All over my hand …”

She quivers and her eyes roll back for a second. Then her muscles contract around my fingers, and a flood of wetness gushes out of her. My cock springs erect from the sight.