Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I watch as his classroom door opens at two minutes on the dot. He saunters towards me like he has one thing on his mind - to eat me alive - the gleam in his eyes returning, slightly overshadowing the suffering. He unlocks his office door and I step inside, facing him.
“You’re trying to kill me.” He says, and I’m in his arms quickly.
“I just wanted to talk,” I protest between his kisses, but who am I kidding? I need this more than my next breath.
“Like hell that’s all you want,” he whispers, teasing my bare legs along the seam of my dress. “You’re going to get me into so much trouble,” his eyes blaze thirstily.
“Wait,” I breathe heavily.
“That’s all I’ve been doing,” He shakes his head as he unzips my dress in one solid motion. He doesn’t take it off, letting it hang to the sides as he slides his arms around my waist, his hips already gyrating against me as he lifts me onto the counter. I smile at the memories of the first time, when we were fabric apart in this exact spot.
His teeth graze my chin while his right hand moves up and down my left thigh until he’s holding my leg around him. His other hand pushes my underwear to the side, his fingers revolving around my wet center. My head falls back and his lips land on my neck. I hear the unbuckling of his pants and open my eyes when I don’t hear the condom wrapper.
“What about-”
“I’ll pull out,” he interrupts, shoving into me quickly. I cry out. I can’t help it. I’ve never felt so whole.
This was a bad idea.
“This is… okay?” He asks hesitantly, but when he finally sees my face he stops.
“Oh Luci, no,” he starts to pull out, backing away.
“Yes,” I grab onto him. This still has to happen, there’s no turning back now. “I just… I just…”
“I know,” he sighs.
“I need you,” I confess.
“I know,” he starts moving again, awakening every part of my being.
“I’m sorry this is going to be so quick,” he pants.
“Where did you tell your class you were going?”
“Does it matter?” He accelerates his thrusts.
“No, Mr. Harrington.”
He growls as he picks up my other leg, twisting it around him as he shoves me against the wall, driving into me urgent and fast.
“Where do you want my come?” He moans. “I don’t want to ruin your pretty dress.”
He’s hitting me hard, my own trembling taking over. “Shit Luci, I feel you about to come.”
Him too, I can feel him too, but I can’t find the air to tell him. “The way you’re squeezing my dick,” he pants. “I missed it so much. I’m going to loose it.”
“No, hold on,” I persuade, trying to prolong this feeling. “Think of something else.”
“I can’t!” It’s a toss between a laugh and a whimper . “I can’t think about anything but you.”
“My mouth,” I answer his previous question. “Come in my mouth.”
“Yes,” he sobs, pulling out, but I don’t wrap my lips around him fast enough. His come hits my stomach, then chest, before he guides himself into my mouth, so much come spilling out as I pump my lips around him. I swallow quickly, making room for more.
“Oh, Luci!” he sighs, my mouth still jerking his throbbing length until the last bit drips out of him.
He’s breathing hard as I stand up.
“I better get back. I’ve already been gone too long.” I hear the closing of his fly as he watches me wipe the come off my chest and taste it.
“Ugh, you’re going to make me want to go again.” I smile at the idea, but it doesn’t meet my eyes. I’m too mad at myself right now for allowing this.
“There’s that smile… sort of,” he presses his hand against my cheek. “It’s my favorite thing in the world.”
“Please don’t say things like that,” I whisper, wiping off my stomach and fixing my hair before zipping the dress up. “Its just sex.”
He brushes my cheek, his hand lingering, like it’s more than just sex.
“Okay,” he swallows as he leaves.
I’m foolish for letting this continue, but I can’t stop it. Our routine has picked up again, only it’s not exactly where we left off. It’s not as often, and there’s a lot less talking.
It’s easier that way.
Sort of.
I see him writing at his desk as I make my way down the hall. I usually don’t stay after school that much anymore, but today he asked me to, and of course I don’t say no. People are still lingering in the hallway, more than usual. It’s prom weekend, and so many are staying to oversee the gym’s transformation.
He catches me gawking, an unmistakable sorrow still inside.
“Hi,” I pause in the doorway.
“Hi.” He looks at me, and then straight ahead. I peek in and see a few students sitting quietly, busily writing in front of them. “You’re late for the makeup test.”