Trapped With My Teacher

“Far more,” he answers, seemingly without thinking. Then his jaw clamps tight. He’s clearly annoyed with himself for revealing anything, again. His shoulders tense, and he’s about to turn, to leave.

I snap my legs closed and relent, shuffling up so I’m sitting upright on the far end of the tub. “You can join, if you want. I won’t torment you anymore.” I grin a little at that.

To my surprise, he does too. “It’s a tight fit,” he says, eying the tub.

“We’ve made those work before,” I point out. “Besides, the warmth will do you good.”

There’s another pause. Another hesitation, as he works through whatever it is eating at him. Then, just before I give him up for a lost cause and lie back again, he grabs his shirt and tugs it up off his head.

I won’t lie. I enjoy the hell out of watching him undress. The sharp lines of his chest and abs. The way his biceps flex as he undoes his jeans, then locks eyes with me before he pushes them off. He steps out of them before he tugs his boxers off next. I can see why. The moment he pulls his boxers down, his cock springs out, already hard as a rock and flushed with desire.

I force myself to tear my eyes away, focus on his face instead, as he climbs into the bath across from me. Unlike the couch or the bed in the main cabin, we actually have plenty of space in here. Not enough that we aren’t touching—our legs tangle the moment he slips into the tub— but enough that we could stay on opposite ends of this tub until the heat dies down. If we wanted to.

“I’d apologize,” he says, with half a glance at his crotch. At his hard cock, still visible beneath the steamy surface of the water. “But this is clearly your fault.”

I smirk. “My fault, huh?”

“You did bring up some rather evocative memories. And then you spread those sexy legs of yours to show off that tight little pussy. Makes it hard for a man to keep his blood in the right head.”

“Or maybe that’s your right head,” I reply, sliding my foot along his inner thigh. Up, up, up, past his knee, closer and closer to his crotch. I stop just before my toes reach his cock. “You seem to think a lot more highly of me with this than you do in class.”

He sighs and reaches down. Cups my foot in one hand, his thumb massaging the sole of my foot for a moment, before he gently shifts it to one side, away from his leg. “Corina, I told you, I’m hard on you because I think you can do better than the work you’ve done so far. No, in fact, I know you can.”

“I see. So you’re prejudiced in my favor, that’s why I have such a bad grade, is that it?” I smirk.

“Well I certainly can’t give you extra credit for a move like this.” He strokes his hand up my foot, along my ankle, my calf. I shiver, and slide an inch closer to him across the tub.

“No?” I tilt my head, eyes alight with mischief. “Would that be very naughty of you, Professor? Handing out extra credit for how much you enjoyed putting your cock inside me?”

Now it’s his turn to turn red, though his eyes seem to spark at the same time, white-hot desire flaring in them. “Corina, I’m serious. We can’t do this.”

“Funny.” I push up off the tub into a kneeling position now, bending over him. His face is inches from my chest, my nipples already hardening in the cold air outside the bath. “It seems to me like we already are.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he warns. There’s a warning in his gaze. A fierce, hungry look.

Too bad, I fucking love that look. I run my hands through his hair. Tighten one fist in his hair and tug his head back, so we’re nose to nose now, me still kneeling over him. “What happens if I tempt you, Professor?” I whisper. Without waiting for a reply, I crush my lips to his.

He kisses me back, hard. His mouth parts, and I mirror him, feel his tongue slip between my lips and invade my mouth. He wrestles with mine, even as his hands reach down to grab my thighs, tug me onto his lap. Soon I’m kneeling across him, legs on either side, and I can feel his cock, hard and pulsing with need, positioned right between my thighs.

He tears himself out of our kiss, but I lean down and start to kiss and lick and suck along his neck, loving the sensation of his harsh stubble scratching my cheek. Loving the scent of him, mingled with the wood smoke in this sauna, and the hot, desperate way his hands roam over my back, my hips, down to my ass, which he grips tight.