Page 10 of Tempting Teacher

Heat cascades down my body, gathering directly between my legs and I wonder if I’ll even need to watch what’s on. But I do. I lift my head and take in the scene unfolding on the screen. It’s a girl, dressed in a short plaid skirt and white oxford shirt, tied at her waist of course, and she’s writing on a chalkboard; “I will not pass notes in class” over and over again. The teacher is sitting at his desk, pretending to grade papers, but can’t seem to stop looking at the girl. Of course, she notices, and coyly drops the chalk, bending down to pick it up, exposing the fact that she’s only wearing a thin scrap of string between her legs. The teacher tries to rub his penis discreetly, at which point she offers to help him, and the next thing you know, his dick is in her mouth.

“How does that make you feel?” His voice vibrates against my hair. I shift, and when I do, feel his hard length against my ass, a zap of electricity shooting straight to my core. “Keep watching.” He whispers, covering my hand with his, sliding it up my thigh until it’s under the material of my dress.

My chest rises and falls as my breath starts to come out in little pants. He drags my fingers over the damp silk covering my center, pressing down when we reach my clit. I jerk into him, his cock digging against the crack of my ass, a low moan escaping me. He takes my other hand and guides it over one of my breasts, the nipple erect and hard, even through the cotton. He squeezes my hand, forcing me to pinch the tip, the pain exquisite as it slices straight through me.

My head falls back against his chest, my lids closing as I try to soothe the ache throbbing between my thighs, stroking more quickly. Xander moves my hand to slide it under the hem of my underwear until my fingers brush against my smooth skin, gasping when I feel how wet I am. He forces my fingers deeper, parting my folds until I’m rubbing against my clit, my legs splaying wide.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He purrs, his dick throbbing against my backside. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes.” I pant, my hair sliding over his chest as I nod emphatically. “It feels good.” I pinch my nipple without his prompting, savoring the sweet agony it brings, the fingers at my core increasing the pressure as they stroke like lightening again and again over my clit.

I realize that Xander is no longer guiding my movements and is instead cradling me in his lap, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers how well I’m doing. Spinning higher and higher, I grab my nipple between two of my fingers and squeeze, twisting it as I plunge two fingers inside myself. My entire body clenches, and I explode, a scream erupting from my lungs. My pussy spasms around my hand as I grind it deeper, white sparks bursting beneath my eyelids as I ride out my very first orgasm.

As I float back to consciousness, I slide my fingers free from between my legs, small convulsions fluttering like butterfly wings inside my core. I clench my thighs together in an attempt to prolong the pleasure, a breathy groan slipping through my lips as I feel my body relax against Xander’s hard one.

“Now that you know what that feels like, imagine how much better it will be with a hard cock inside of you.” His voice is gravelly and low as his words reach my ears, jolting me back to reality.

I struggle to sit up, but he wraps his arms around me, keeping me flush to him. “No, don’t run away. This is what you wanted to know from me, remember?”

I nod but stay silent as he continues. “You should know better than anyone what your body responds to and what it doesn’t. What you want and what you don’t. What excites you, or turns you off.” He loosens his hold, but doesn’t release me. “Your homework is to learn what that is. Watch some porn, buy some naughty books, go to a peep show downtown. That way, when you find someone you want to sleep with, you’ll know what you want and won’t be afraid to ask for it.”

“Alright.” I agree.

“Are you?” His tone softens. “Alright?”

“I’m a little angry.” I admit, twisting in his arms to look at him.

“You think I was too rough?” His head tilts.

“No, not at all.” I shake my head, smiling. “I’m mad that it took me this long to figure out how to do that to myself.”

“Yes, well, let’s hope I’m not creating a monster.”

He pushes himself up, his crotch at eye level when he stands, making it impossible for me to not notice he’s hard. I fixate on it for just a second then shift my gaze higher to find him leering down at me. “See something you like?”

“Does it hurt?” I wonder out loud.

“I’ll survive.” He holds a hand out to help me rise from the couch.

“Do you want me-” I stop short when I glance back to his face and see his features harden.

“Do I want you to what?” He steps into me, threading his fingers through the hair at the base of my scalp to tug my head back. “Suck my dick? Give me a hand job?”

His mouth is less than an inch from mine and for the second time today, I wonder if he’s going to kiss me. I’m completely speechless. I continue to look up at him, blinking when he also stays silent. After what feels like minutes, but I know is only seconds, he bends, nips at my bottom lip, swipes his tongue over the sting and then releases me. I stumble back a step, my fingers moving to the spot on my mouth he bit, my eyes wide.

“We’ll cover that in our next class.” One side of his mouth crooks up. “Unless of course you’ve learned enough.”

I narrow my eyes, then plaster on the biggest smile I can. “Just text me the day and time, Teach.” I slide my sandals onto my feet, grab my purse, and then stride past him, pretending my heart isn’t beating a thousand miles an hour in my chest.

“Be careful what you wish for little girl.”

Chapter Five

~Xander~

As soon as the door slams shut, I march to the bathroom, shedding my clothes along the way. I twist the shower on, then step under, not waiting for the water to heat. I need something to douse the fire burning under my skin. I lift my face, sighing at the cool relief.

It does nothing to dull the ache in my groin however, which seems to serve as a throbbing reminder of what she just made me feel. As the water finally warms, I place one hand on the wall, and use the other to grip the base of my cock. Stroking my hard length, my eyes clench, the memory of her body against mine so fresh it only takes seconds for me to come.

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