Page 16 of Teaching Ms. Tingle

“Kane. I want our date,” I whimper as he licks down my neck. I moan as his teeth sink into the sweet spot at my shoulder.

“Yes, kitten,” he groans the words against my throat, going still.

Pulling back, he watches me with hungry eyes as he fixes my top. I laugh when he smirks, pulling at the stiff nipple through the thin satin. When I swat his hand away, he laughs and climbs from the truck. He rounds to the passenger side so fast I don’t have time to get out.

“It is a date, baby, let me be a gentleman.”

Letting him help me down, I smile when he keeps hold of my hand, lacing our fingers together. We walk for a little while in a comfortable quiet. I stop when I realize where we are. Turning to him, I am stunned.

“It’s a Frankenstein showing tonight. I figured no one would see us out here in the dark.”

It is a movie night in the park, something I have wanted to go to since I knew it existed. People sit out on blankets, on benches, even on bean bags. There is a line of food trucks and I even smell fresh popped pop corn.

“How do you know I love horror films?”

“Well, for one you wear all those cute shirts,” he answers as he leads me towards the park. “Shredded Stories is pretty much a giveaway too, babe. And I might have heard you talking with another professor about how much you love Frankenstein.”

Blinking at him as he stops near the food trucks, I want to weep. I love scary movies and those true crime podcasts. I don’t talk about it often because people judge it as weird. That day in my office, he knew just what podcast I was listening to because he listens too.

“What is your favorite, Kane?” I ask, sliding close to him as he takes a place in line. I am not hiding that I am here with my student, but it’s a good excuse to snuggle close to his big body.

“Ghoulies. Do you remember that one? And Critters. I guess I like little monsters.”

Grinning up at him as he we move further in line, I tip my head back. His eyes darken before he lowers his head, kissing me softly. God, I am in so much trouble. I do not feel wrong for what we’re doing. For what we’re feeling. No, I feel right being with him. Right for the first time in my life.

“Tell me what you want, babe,” he husks, nodding at the food truck but not moving away from my lips.

“Not sure I should tell you want I want,” I whisper, rubbing against him as his hands grabs my ass. “We might not get to the movie.”

“Fuck, kitten,” he growls, moving us out of line. He drags me behind a cluster of trees just beyond the line of food trucks.

Our mouths meet in a desperate kiss. My hands are all over him, sliding beneath his shirt, the other tangling in his hair. I can’t get enough. He tastesso good, like sweet candy and spicy cinnamon. His tongue traces my mouth then he nips at my jaw.

“Let me do this. I want to do this, Kinsley,” he pants against my throat, even as his hands push at my skirt.

“I want to do this too. I want to date you,” I whimper, head falling back when his hands find my panties.

“God, I wanted you so bad, Kinsley. I can’t believe you want me too. Is this for real? This is not another of my fantasies, is it?”

“No, baby, it’s real,” I pant, peering up at him in the darkness.

“Tell me you’re all mine, Kinsley. Tell me this is the same for you. That you want this as badly as I do. I don’t want anything else but you.”

Biting my lip as he strokes at my pussy, I nod. I don’t know how he can doubt it. I don’t know how I ever did either. I am all his. Even if this is the worst mistake I have ever made I won’t take it back. I won’t stop.

“Yes,” I moan the word as his rough fingers find my clit. “Yes, I am. I don’t want anyone else, Kane. I know I shouldn’t want you…oh, God!”

“You shouldn’t want anyonebutme, baby,” he groans, shoving his fingers inside me. “No one else but me is going to make you feel this good. No one else will be as good to you as I will. I’m going to give you everything, Kinsley. Give me some, kitten. Let me see you come.”

Nodding, I tip my head back, covering my mouth with my hand. His salacious smile as his fingers pump inside me does it. I moan against my hand, so loud I am sure I’ve done nothing to hide it. He swoops down, yanking my hand away and covering my mouth with his.

“Good girl,” he praises, still rubbing at my sensitive flesh. “Such a good girl for me, kitten. Come on, let me get you fed and finish our date.”

Grinning in a post-orgasm stupor, I just nod. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, groaning as he licks every drop of me off them. I flush hot, but God, it’s so sexy. He is so sexy. His eyes shimmer with heat, with pride, and I can tell that he loves the power he wields over my body.

Leading me back to the food truck, he is all smiles. I still snuggle against him, hiding behind his back as he orders for us. Two nachos, a funnel cake, and a huge lemonade later, he leads me to a spot away from most of the crowd. There is already a blanket there, so he was prepared.

We sit down, his back to a tree and me tucked between his long legs. The movie starts as I snuggle against him, so content I could cry. I have felt so alone, so isolated for so long. I have made some friends at the university but still, nothing filled that emptiness inside me.

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