Page 67 of His to Teach
“Miss Cain,” he says, his voice low and demanding and it makes me jump, pulling my attention away from the shelves to look at him. “Why did you come in here?”
I clear my throat. “Because you said you would fix my grade if I do what you want.”
“And what do you think I want you to do?”
“I think…I think…” I’m having trouble making the words come. I look up into his eyes and see that he’s deadly serious. And it makes this feel so real.
He takes a step closer to me, then another, and now he’s close enough for me to feel his hot breath brush across my cheeks when he leans forward. “Did you think I would want to fuck you?”
I suppress a groan, nodding.
He smiles, pleased. “Well you were right. Now take off your clothes.”
I gasp at his abrupt demand. Apparently, we’re getting right down to it. And that’s fine by me. I want nothing more than to be naked in front of him. But I force myself to pause, to look uncertain. To play along.
“Is that a problem?” he asks.
“There are people out there!” I whisper, looking towards the door.
He chuckles. “I locked the door. Now I want to see that tight little bodyof yours.”He looks down at his watch, his jaw clenching. “I’m getting impatient.”
With shaking hands, I pull my sweater over my head. My denim skirt follows, and within a minute I’m standing before him in my hot pink bra and panties. I move my hands to the clasp on my bra, but he stops me.
“I want to look at you,” he breathes. “Hot pink? A thong? I would have thought you’d go more for the virginal white cottonlook. I guess you aren’t as innocent as you want people to believe.”
I flush. Even in our pretend, his words ring true. I’m definitely not innocent.
Nate keeps his eyes on me as he slowly begins to circle me in the cramped space. He’s looking me over, sizing me up, and his blatant appraisal brings even more color to my skin, my heart beating fast in anticipation. I’m so turned on and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says softly, behind me now, and his fingertips gently brush across the exposed skin of my ass cheeks, making me shiver. “And so responsive to my touch. I think you’re going to enjoy this almost as much as I will.”
Before I can respond, he grabs my ass, squeezing tightly, then spins me around, the movement making me dizzy. “But to tell you the truth,” he snarls, his voice as rough as his touch. “I don’t really give a fuck whether you like it or not. Because I sure as hell will.”
Then he’s kissing me, hard, forcing the breath from my lungs as his hands continue to roughly kneed the flesh of my ass. He pulls my body flush with his and, oh, God, I can already feel his erection straining against my stomach and it’s so good. He’s so hard and all I can do is moan and want and let him kiss me, his mouth hot and demanding. I yield to it, to his rough kisses, feeling the fire start to ignite in my stomach. He pushes my lips apart with his tongue, insistent, plundering my mouth with abandon. I whimper, unable to hold it back.
This is perfect.He’sperfect.
“You like that?” he asks against my mouth. “Little Harper likes it rough. Who would have thought?” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs and I cry out in pleasure and in pain. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to hear,” he murmurs, his smile wicked. He moves his hands up to the small of my back,pressing me even closer into his body, then higher, to the clasp on my bra.
“I can’t wait to see your tits,” he mutters against my mouth. “I fucking dream of those tits, all the time. I can’t work, I can’t do anything.” His eyes are blazing as he stares into my face. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to jerk off in my office, thinking about you?”
I whimper but he doesn’t give me a chance to respond, plunging his tongue into my mouth again. Then he pulls the unfastened bra away and throws it to the ground, staring down at me. My chest is heaving from his kisses, my skin flushed as his gaze locks on my breasts. The intensity in his eyes sends another wave of desire to my center. This is how he always looks at me—like it’s the first time. Like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
“Fuck,” he mutters. He reaches forward and grabs my breasts, his hands rough as he squeezes and cups them. “Gorgeous. I fucking love your tits.” He squeezes harder, and harder still, until I can’t help but cry out. “Hush,” he mutters. “You asked for this.”
I stand there before him, letting him manhandle my breasts, the rough way he’s touching me and talking to me setting fire to my insides.
“You’re doing it again,” he says sharply. I look up at him to find his gaze now on my lips. Unconsciously, I had started to run my tongue around them. “I told you that drove me crazy. Do you have any idea how many times I stood there in that classroom watching you, imagining those lips wrapped around my cock?”
I wonder if he’s being real right now or if it’s just part of the game. Has he sat in his classroom during our research sessions, watching me and thinking these dirty thoughts?
“On your knees,” he demands suddenly. I do as he asks, wanting to see his cock, to feel it and taste it.
He unzips his pants quickly, pulling his thick member out of his boxers. I tear my eyes away from it to look up at his face and lick my lips again, on purpose this time. “You little tease,” he says, laughing a little. “Put my dick in your mouth and start sucking.”
I take him in slowly, wanting to taste every inch of him. His cock is hard and hot against my tongue, his taste a little salty. I take him in deeper, and deeper still, before pulling back to run my tongue down the length of him. My lips find the head of his dick and I trace the outside of it before coming back to the center and lapping up a drop of pre-cum.
“Stop playing around,” he groans above me. “Or I’ll take over.”
