Page 12 of Teaching Cayden

Me: Sure

Noah: Maybe you should clear your pipes while you’re at it.

I silenced my phone after that. He was right. I was strung too tight but I couldn’t have the girl I wanted and looking for someone else seemed pointless. They would never stand up to her, and I knew I wouldn’t feel any better in the long run.

I’d been there about an hour when the knob behind me jiggled. It was as if someone was checking to see if it was locked. “Great,” I thought. I didn’t really want to share the space, but I hadn’t reserved it, so I wasn’t going to have much of a choice.

“Sorry,” I started to say, but the rest of my words died on my lips when I looked up to see Addison standing there. She had her messenger bag hanging over her shoulder, and a determined look on her face.

I began packing my things up, knowing that I needed to leave. A confined space like this was a bad idea. “Would you just stop!” she growled as she blocked the door. “I’m here to help you.”

“This isn’t a good idea,” I mumbled as I reached for my books.

Addison pushed them out of the way and locked the door behind her. The click of the lock caused me to swallow. I felt like some little kid, not the adult that I was. What was wrong with me? Here I am in a locked room with the woman I’ve had fantasies about for years, and I’m trying to escape. “Cayden! Stop!” She reached out and placed her hand on top of mine, effectively halting me. “You almost failed the test. Let me help you.”

I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out through my nose. “Fine,” I ground out. “Why now?”

“What do you mean?” she absently murmured as she sat down and unpacked her things.

“I mean, you’ve never wanted to help me before. Why now?” I crossed my arms on top of the table.

“Maybe I want you to pass. Maybe I want you to not be my student anymore. Maybe,” she paused and stared at me, “I want you to see me as a woman, and not your teacher.”

“You think I don’t? Are you blind?” Her mouth fell open as I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers. A zing shot up my arm and I braced myself for what was to come next. “Do you remember what happened when I took you home from the party?”

She blushed as she started to turn away. “Yes.” It was more of a whisper.

“So what makes you think that I don’t want the same things you do?” I tightened my grip on her hand.

“You’ve been avoiding me like the plague.” She shrugged as her teeth caught her lower lip.

“Because I do not want to sit in class in a constant state of arousal.” I leaned closer. “You make me insane, Addison. I want you like I need my next breath. Being around you is painful for me because I can’t do what I want to do.” I was right beside her ear at this point and could smell her shampoo. It was coconut and something else. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

I watched her throat bob as she swallowed, and the pink of her cheeks spread to her neck. Her bottom lip was going to have a bruise at the rate she was going. “I can’t act on what I feel and we both know why.”

“What if I don’t care?” she whispered. “What if I wasn’t your teacher today? What if I was just helping you out in here? Would you treat me like a woman who you were attracted to if I asked?” She blinked a few times and then her tongue came out and ran across her lips.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “Do you know what you’re asking me to do?” I closed my eyes and pictured what I had all those nights alone in the shower.

“I know that if you feel the way about me that I do about you, this is something that we both need. Just for today… pretend with me.” Her voice was almost pleading, and something in me snapped.

It didn’t matter that this was a bad idea. It didn’t matter that I was going to regret it as soon as I left today. It didn’t matter that it was going to be so much worse in class these last few weeks. I couldn’t turn her down. My body, my brain, my everything wanted her, and it wanted her now.

I lifted my hand to her chin and turned her to face me. “I’ve got a one-way ticket to Fantasyland baby. Hop on the train of no regrets.” Her eyes fluttered closed just as I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers.

It was slow at first. Our lips moved in sync, gliding over one another’s mouths but when she opened up and my tongue met hers, it was like a fuse had been lit. Her hands moved to my shoulders as she lifted off the chair she was sitting on. My hands cupped her ass, pulling her onto my lap where my dick was already straining against my shorts. I knew she’d feel it, but I didn’t fucking care at this point. She straddled my thighs, and her hips rocked across me while her hands knotted in my hair. She pulled gently and a moan tore from my lips on a gasp.

“Oh shit!” I hissed as she ground down on me. My hands slid up her back under the shirt she was wearing and toyed with her bra strap. Part of me still remembered we were in the library, but Addison didn’t seem to care. She pulled back and lifted her t-shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor.

“Door’s locked,” she murmured as she leaned in to fuse her lips with mine once again.

“Right,” I gasped as I reached behind my neck and pulled my shirt off. I had no intention of letting it go any further, but it felt good to feel her skin against mine. She let her hands roam down my chest and toy with my belt buckle, moving them over my ribs and up to cup my face. She rocked her hips over me again, this time with more force and I knew that I was going to come in my pants if she didn’t stop. I hadn’t had to worry about that in years, and I really didn’t want to go back there. “Whoa.” I grabbed her hips to hold her still. “Slow down.”

“What?” She frowned as she pulled back.

“I like you. I think that is obvious, but you are so much better than this.” I pressed a kiss to her cheek. “If this is going to happen, it won’t be in a study room of the library.” I sighed because I knew we’d agreed to pretend for the day, so this wasn’t going to happen.

“How do you know what I deserve?” She scowled at me. “You don’t know anything about me.”

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