Page 10 of Hot For Teacher
“Yes! Last summer after that barbecue...God, Bren, I wasso hot. I wassoturned on because of you. I went to your old bedroom,” she tells me, her hands between her thighs, parting her puffy lips to show how wet and swollen she is. I pull my dick out, slowly stroking to the hypnotic sounds of her telling me this filthy story. “I laid on your bed because it smelled like you. I touched myself...I pretended you caught me, and it made you so hot for me, you started to jerk off. God, yes, just like that,” she cries out as she glances down, seeing me doing exactly what she wanted me to do.
Blair rubs slow, hard circles at her swollen clit, spreading her stickiness all over. I have the hottest view of my fucking life, knelt between her legs with a front row to the show. I jerk my cock as she whimpers and moans, rubbing at herself faster and faster. Unable to help myself, I dip between her spread thighs and shove my tongue inside her.
Her thighs quiver as she shouts, her tightness sucking my tongue deeper. I groan and spread her thighs wide again, licking up the sweet, salty cream coating her pussy. Like she did with her fingers, I circle her clit and lick at it, hard, fast, back and forth, then stuff my tongue back inside her again.
“Oh my god! Bren....please, it feels so good!”
“You taste so sweet, babe,” I growl, taking a breather, turning away from how creamy and wet she is, my teeth sinking into her thigh. “Has anyone else ever ate you this way, babe? Has someone else tasted how fuckinggoodyou taste?”
“No, no, baby, just you,” she pants, sitting up just enough to lock her gaze on me. “No one else ever made me come before. I never let anyone else touch me this way. Oh, yes! Oh my God....Bren, baby, I’m coming! Just like that, I’m going to come so good!”
Looking up from between her thighs, I smirk against her cleft. Making her come might be the best feeling of my life. I close my lips around her clit and suck hard, my hands holding her trembling thighs open. Sounds erupt from her, moans, whimpers of my name, along with a long string of curses.
Blair sits up, her legs dropping over my shoulders, her hands twisting in my hair. Her hips rock, my tongue fucking her tightness as she chases another orgasm. I want her to get there. I want to look in her eyes as she comes for me and know what I always knew.
Italwaysshould have been me. It should haveonly everbeen me.
“Do it again, babe. Come in my mouth, I like how sweet you get.”
“Oh God! Yes!”
Pushing my tongue as deep as it will go, I hold her thighs in my hands as she comes hard. Her entire body tenses before she shudders, panting my name again and again. I am shaking too as I lick at her. Glancing down, I see I am coming with her, spurting between her thighs.
“Ah, fuck,” I roar, dropping a hand to pump at my cock. “I’m coming too, babe. Just watching you come, tasting you, it is so fucking hot, babe.”
Blair moans and rubs herself against my mouth, her hands still knotted in my hair. I grin against her, suckling noisily at the mess she is making all over my face. I don’t care. I hope I shine like a goddamn Dunkin Donut with her cum. knowing I am the only man to eat her pussy makes me feel like I won some sort of major award.
Sitting up, she slumps against me, sliding off the bed. We tumble backwards, hitting the hardwood with a thud. Again, we laugh, both half dressed, sweaty and sticky with our release. We lie there for a moment, catching our breath before I suggest we get cleaned up.
Blair seems to more than agree. Giving in to her sensual side, she strips us both down and leads me to the claw tub. Starting a hot shower, she pulls me in, letting me soap up her perfect body as we kiss and laugh together. We stay in the shower until it turns cold.
Wrapping us both in a big, fluffy towel, she presses her wet body against mine, sighing as she stares up at me. This entire thing ought to feel weird or wrong. Kissing her, touching her, making her come and cry my name. None of it feels wrong. Or weird.
It is the first time in my life I have felt totally right.
“Bren, we need to talk about....” Blair trails off when there is a familiar knock at the door. Familiar because my sister always knocks the same way, knocking twice, shouting my name, then barging right in.
Blair goes still as we stand in my bathroom, naked but for the towel. There is a look of shame on her face that hits me in the gut. Yeah, it might not be best for my sister to find me naked with our stepmother. After what we just did together, after how good we were, how good I know we can be, I do not expect her to push me off her before she shoves me out of the bathroom naked.
“Later, Bren. Not now. God, not now!”
“Yeah, yeah,” I mutter in defeat. “Later.”
Throwing on an Adidas tracksuit, I rush for the living room. Bobbi sits on the couch in an almost identical outfit, laughing when she sees me. I grin at her but right away she reads me. They always called us the Gallo twins, even though we were eleven months apart. We might as well be twins for how well we know one another.
“Not now, B,” I plead as I fall beside her with a thud. “Later. Or maybe never. Just notnow.”
“I will accept that. Want to go to the arcade? Bishop is out of town for the weekend. That means quality Gallo time. Hello, stepmother,” she calls dryly.
We do go to the arcade, where I spend the day with my sister—after telling our stepmother maybe we can all golater.
Chapter Six
Blair
Trusting others is a double-edged sword.
A few years ago, I trusted the wrong man. Stefan was not a bad man, just a bad husband. At least for me he was a bad husband. I do not blame him. He said he would never be over the loss of his wife. We both just wanted companionship, I guess.
