Page 45 of The Run Home
I shoved the material down my legs, my erection springing free like a jack-in-the-box. Shae’s gaze dipped down to it and not even her glasses could hide the lust that shone there.
“I think we should switch to health class now,” she said on a wobbly voice.
I wasn’t any better at that, not even being the official teacher of that subject. I just liked to hear her snap at me. Shae took a step back, tucked her breast back into her bra and grabbed something off the nightstand. She came back over to stand between my legs, a ruler in her hand.
“I’ll show you how to roll on a condom.” She showed me a foil packet in her hand and dropped to her knees.
My breath hitched and I had to steel myself mentally for her hands on me. She traced a vein up my dick and then circled the angry head with light fingertips. Moisture was already weeping out the top and she dipped her head to lick it away. I hissed, hands gripping the bedspread. She smirked, then ripped open the packet with her teeth. Goddamn that was hot.
She placed it on my tip and then rolled the latex down, smoothing it more than was necessary. I think she liked her hands on my cock. The smirk on my face was unavoidable. She stood, a severe scowl aimed down at me.
“Take your shirt off and undress me.”
That T-shirt was whipped over my head faster than she could blink. Then I stood and clicked the clasp on the back of her bra with one hand. Her breasts spilled out. As I pulled the straps off her arms, I squatted down to remove the panties. She was already wet for me. Thank fuck.
“Missionary is the first sexual position we’ll learn about,” Shae instructed.
I stood back up and looked at her. She was gorgeous naked, all curves and smooth soft skin. And with her hair up and glasses on? Shit.
“May I?” I gestured to her hair.
She gave her head a slight dip. I reached up and pulled the claw out of her hair, careful not to catch any strands in it and hurt her. Her thick hair spilled down her back. I tossed the claw across the room.
“I’ll get on the bed and demonstrate the female’s position.”
I had to hand it to her. She kept in character.
“And I’ll demonstrate the male’s position,” I added, hungrily watching her as she climbed on the bed and lay back. She brought her knees up, opened her thighs, and spread her feet.
I climbed onto the bed and got in position between her feet. “Goddamn, you have a gorgeous pussy, Shae.”
“Ah, ah, ah.” Shae shook her index finger at me. “You will call me Ms. Fletcher. And I already told you about cursing. A second infraction means a stiffer punishment.”
Considering I couldn’t get any stiffer than I was at this moment, she could have been speaking a foreign language. I was so close to sinking into her heat and pounding away this insane attraction to her. I didn’t care about role-playing anymore. My head might explode if she kept it up.
She held up the ruler. “Show me your position in missionary, and I’ll deliver two spankings.”
I nearly swallowed my tongue. How the hell had this level of kink been hiding in this woman behind grandma sweaters and ballet flats? I wasn’t complaining, believe me. I scooted closer, my fist planting itself by her head while my other hand lined my cock up with her entrance. I slid all the way in with one forceful thrust, thrilled with the way she clenched around me and sucked in a gasp of air.
And then pain bloomed on my ass, sharp and ripe. My eyes flew open to see her smirking up at me. Another whistle of air and my other cheek was now smarting. This little she-devil was turning out to be the only woman I’d ever slept with whomade me want to keep coming back for more. She could call it whatever she wanted. Hate-fucking, role-playing, whatever. In my own head, I’d be calling it obsession-fucking. I was officially obsessed with Shae Fletcher.
I pulled all the way back out and then slammed back in, rougher than I’d ever been. Shae’s neck arched and she had to let go of the ruler to grab the headboard with both hands. Increasing my rhythm, I missionary-fucked the schoolteacher until she too was cursing and screaming my name. God, I loved hearing her filthy curses. Her glasses were crooked and her breasts were bouncing with each thrust. It was all too much. My entire body tightened into a coil of impending pleasure that threatened to overtake me. I came right after her with a loud roar.
Too weak to do anything to hold myself up, I collapsed on top of her. My head went into her neck and we were both breathing so hard that was all I could hear over the roaring in my ears. Time slipped away. It could have been five minutes or five hours, but eventually, Shae’s hands stroked down my back in a soothing rhythm that brought me back to the present.
“A-minus for your first lesson, Boon,” she whispered in my ear. “Points deducted for the asphyxiation afterward.”
The bed shook with my laughter.
Fuck.
I was obsessed with more than just the incredible sex.
I reallylikedthis woman.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Shae
