Page 20 of Classroom Confessions

He took in my startled expression and tipped his head to the side. “This is what happens when you have a mature man who knows what he’s doing.”

“I want you to have fun too.” It came out as a whisper.

Cole nuzzled my breasts, his nose skimming the curve of my nipple. He breathed hot air over the sensitive skin. “I’m having the time of my life.” He settled between my thighs, the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. “I can do this for hours. But let’s take the edge off, hmm?”

He entered me in a swift thrust, going balls deep in that one move.

My mouth popped open and he covered my lips with his. I tasted myself on his tongue and felt every inch of him as he poured himself into me one long stroke at a time. He gave me everything with every stroke. His cock was a masterpiece of ridges that worked my already sensitive pussy into overdrive.

I arched and writhed beneath him, my hips rising to meet each thrust until we filled the bedroom with the sweet slap of skin meeting skin. I hooked my fingers on his ass and pulled him deeper.

Grinning, Cole lifted my leg over his hip and changed the angle. “I want to watch you come this time. Let me see it take over.” Somehow, he stroked deeper, each thrust sending me higher and higher into the clouds.

One minute, I was watching the sweet pleasure twist his face, and the next, my world imploded. My pussy tightened on his cock, but he didn’t slow down. Those long, smooth strokes continued, escalating the pleasure.

“Cole. Oh my fucking God. Cole.”

“That’s it, sweet Rebecca. Say my name again.” He thumbed my clit, a line of concentration marring his brow. “You’re so tight for me. Say my name one more time, and I’ll come inside you. Then we’ll start all over again.”

I bit my lip, almost desperate to keep the pleasure going. Could he really do this for hours, even after coming? I knew one hell of a way to find out. “Come inside me, Cole. Harder. Fuck me for hours.” His pace increased, and the spiral of my orgasm started all over again before the last one even ended. My scalp tingled, and every hair on my arms stood on end as he pumped harder, faster, giving me everything I’d asked for. “I’m coming, Cole. Come with me. Come with me, baby.”

I shattered into a million pieces. Cole followed, his thrusts frantic until he released a long groan and emptied himself deep inside me. We spasmed together, my pussy milking his cock for every drop and him rocking his hips until he’d spent himself.

“That. Was. Amazing.” I barely managed to talk between breaths.

Cole kissed my shoulder and rolled us onto our sides in the middle of his bed, his cock still inside me. “There are a lot of good things that come from a mature relationship.”

“Relationship?” The thought had occurred to me, but it would never happen. “Cole, I’m not ready for any kind of relationship. I thought we were just having fun.”

10

REBECCA

I felt kind of bad for what I said to Cole. He’d merely been expressing himself, and I shut him down. I meant every word, though. I was only twenty-three. I had all kinds of time before I decided to settle down and have a real, adult relationship.

Driving home on Sunday morning gave me a chance to remember every second I’d spent with Cole. He was a wonderful man, and he made me come so hard I didn’t think it would ever end. That didn’t mean I owed him anything.

“We can’t even have a relationship.” I talked to Fitz, the only one I trusted with this conversation except Lily, and she had decided to stay and work instead of taking the daylong adventure with me to watch my brother’s state championship game. I’d put off leaving until the last minute, hoping she’d change her mind.

Fitz sneezed at me before dropping his head back down on top of his paws.

“Yeah. That’s what I think too.” We pulled into my parents’ drive, and I sat there for a minute admiring my stepmom’s flower bed. She’d outdone herself this year, turning the front of the house into an explosion of color. I couldn’t begin to name any of the plants.

The woman herself popped up from the middle of a patch of bright purple blooms. A wide sun hat shaded her face and giant sunglasses covered her eyes. She jumped and waved. “Harold, Rebecca’s home.” Pulling off her gardening gloves, she hurried over to the car, her bright smile in place. “You made it. Your brother was starting to worry.”

Which meant they’d all thought I would flake on the game and not show up. “I was trying to talk Lily into coming with me.”

“Oh.” Carrie’s shoulders rounded a bit as she peered into the car. “No luck, huh?”

“Not this time.” Dad and Carrie loved Lily. She’d visited my house every weekend all through school. “She said she’d make it for Christmas.”

“Well, that’s something.” Carrie bumped my car door and held it open with her hip. Like me, she carried a little extra weight on her hips. Unlike me, Carrie never thought twice about it. I’d hate to think what my self-esteem would be like without her support during my formative years. I still thought about losing weight, but it bothered me less and less these days.

Dad stood on the top step, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Got anything you need me to carry?”

“I’m good, Dad.” I stood and hugged Carrie, then retrieved Fitz.

Dad met me on the sidewalk and pulled me into a tight hug. “Missed you, kiddo.”

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