Page 43 of Classroom Confessions

I’d asked for this, dreamed of this. This might be my only chance to fulfill those desires I’d been locking away since first meeting Ethan. “Do I get to play with you, or is this all one-sided?”

His head tipped to the side. “This is definitely not one-sided.” He slid one finger inside me, crooking it so it curled deep, then added another. “This is torture for me too. The most delicious” —he licked my clit— “torture.”

“And if I said I wanted to suck your cock, what would you do?” I loved giving head, and after the teasing Ethan had done, I wanted to return the favor.

He added a third finger, pumping them in long, deep strokes that stoked the fire into an inferno. “Maybe next time. I could go longer, but I want to save something for later.” He filled me with his fingers, each stroke long and slow. “I’m going to give you my cock, and we’re going to come together.”

He made it sound like he had absolute control over our bodies. Maybe he did. He’d definitely known exactly when to stop to keep me from coming. Rocking onto his heels, he slid his hand free, leaving me empty and aching.

The whimper built in the back of my throat. “Ethan.”

“It’s okay.” He stripped off his shirt, revealing smooth skin and hard abs. His jeans hung low on his hips. I had all of a second to admire the dips and hollows before he slid his zipper down. “I’m going to take care of that need. That ache you feel, that burning pressure you can’t escape. I’ll fix it.” His pants hit the floor, but all I saw was his cock. He stroked himself from base to tip, spun his palm over the head, then widened his legs and lined up with my entrance. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. For fuck’s sake, put your cock inside me.” He had a long, thick dick that was going to fill every inch of me. I grabbed the sheets with both hands and prepared for a blessed release.

Ethan put his hands behind my knees and lifted my legs toward my chest. I was spread wide beneath him, wide and aching to be filled. There was no shame, only desperation. He filled me slowly, not stopping until every inch of him was buried in my tight core. His pace turned languid. Where before I’d rushed toward the peak, he carried me up in increments. “I could do this for hours.” His head fell back, his hips thrusting so hard the hair on his thighs prickled my legs. “You feel so good. So fucking good. How am I ever going to stop?”

“Don’t.” I angled my hips to take him deeper. “Don’t ever stop. It’s incredible.” It was. The rush of my orgasm steadied at the pinnacle. He held me there, in the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt, without sending me crashing over the edge. My lips rounded in an O when he pushed my legs higher, changing the angle the tiniest bit but so that he hit that deliciously sweet spot. “Oh, sweet fuck. That’s it. Right there. I’m not going to last. Please, Ethan. I’m coming.”

“Come with me.” He bent forward, grabbing my chin with one hand. “Eyes open. I want to see it in your eyes. Look at me.”

Wicked. The man looked positively wicked as he tunneled his cock into me. Sweat sheened his chest. The hard line of his jaw jutted out, the controlled movements showing his restraint.

I tightened around him. “I told you not to hold back. You want to fuck me, do it right.” I adjusted my hips one last time, opening as wide as I could for him. “I need you to let go.” I drove my pussy over his cock. “Stop being polite and fuck me, damn you.”

He snapped. The careful thrusts turned frenzied. With a snarl, he wrapped his hands around my ankles and hooked them over his shoulders and leaned forward to pull a nipple into his mouth. His hips bucked in a pace too fast for me to keep up. I could barely move with the way he had me pinned, but damn if I didn’t enjoy the ride. His control shattered, Ethan fucked like a man possessed. Every inch of his cock slid deep, then retreated, only to fill me again.

He watched me through lidded eyes, the frenzy of his movements sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

My arms locked around his neck as the orgasm crested and broke, locking me around him.

He’d promised we would come together, and the instant I peaked, his cock swelled and emptied in a series of hot ripples. He groaned into my chest. “What the hell did you do to me?”

My phone rang before I could answer him. I was too weak to move, to care. I felt deliciously satiated, my quivering legs turning to jelly.

Ethan turned his head. “It’s David.”

“Huh?” I managed to lift my head.

Ethan shifted to the side and grabbed my phone from the floor, passing it to me.

I answered with Ethan still inside me, my heart in my throat. “Hello?”

“Rebecca, it’s David. Fitz is at my house again.”

21

DAVID

Rebecca’s voice sounded odd on the phone. I stroked Fitz’s head and considered walking outside to meet her. I’d been almost glad when the little dog showed up. It gave me an excuse to call her, to see her. After the disaster of a conversation where she ended things under Ethan’s encouragement, I’d run through a dozen scenarios where I walked down to her house and asked her to change her mind.

Desperation never looked good, and it felt even worse. I’d cleaned to try and block out the need, then gone shopping and turned on a history documentary I’d wanted to watch for weeks. It played in the background, the narrator’s monotonous tone droning as he explained the map on the screen.

I’d never been that guy before, the desperate one who couldn’t take no for an answer. It was weird finding that aspect of my personality at my age. I didn’t care for it. I also didn’t care for the careful tone in Rebecca’s voice or the hesitation when she’d agreed to come down and pick up Fitz. “I would have taken you to her.” I tucked Fitz under my arm and carried him to the couch. It would’ve made more sense than her coming here. “Doesn’t matter, does it? I still get to see her.”

Tires crunched on gravel. I stayed seated through the soft cadence of footfalls that carried Rebecca up onto the stoop. Two shadows appeared on the other side of the small window beside me. I twitched the curtain aside.

Ethan stood behind Rebecca, staring down at her with the same look of adoration and longing that I’d felt on my own face too often.

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