Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“How are your glutes?”
“Sore.” More lies.
His palms ghost over the tops of my shorts. He kneads me through the fabric. We’ve stepped out of what’s appropriate and are delving into territory that could get him in a lot of trouble. Anxiety spikes through me as I worry about what would happen to him if anyone found out about this.
“Do you want cream there?” His voice is low and deadly.
“Yes.” My approval comes out in a ragged breath.
He hooks his fingers into the top of my shorts and drags them down my ass. The air is cool. I should be embarrassed that my math teacher is looking at my bare ass but I’m so turned on I can’t see straight. Once he pulls my shorts and panties down my thighs, he places his perfect hands on the globes of my ass.
“I want you on the team, Emo,” he says in a husky voice.
A thrill shoots through me and I turn my head to look at him. He pins me with a hungry stare. I shiver and nod. “Thank you.”
He gives my ass a playful swat. “Relax.”
With my hot-as-sin coach’s hands on my bare ass, there is no way in the world I will relax. Not a chance.
What the fuck am I doing?
I’m trying to get fired. To get my face splashed all over the front page of the newspaper.
And yet my dick doesn’t give a damn. This girl has me so wound up, I think I might snap and lose control at any moment. I’d always been disgusted when I’d hear other staff members joke about students or mention when they thought one of them was hot. The rumors about Sean Polk were downright deplorable and I thought he was a sick bastard. I wasn’t like him or them. I was different. But that was all before she came along.
River.
God what I wouldn’t give to drink from her.
She lets out another moan of pleasure that has my dick straining against my track pants. Her ass is perfect. Clearly, I can’t take my hands from it. Now that I’ve touched her, I can’t seem to stop—if I do, whatever spell this is will be broken.
I don’t want to break it.
I’m a selfish fuck.
Surely I can cling to it a few more minutes.
“Are you married?”
I squeeze both of her ass cheeks. “No.”
“How old are you?”
“Thirty-seven.”
“Hmmm.”
I tense at her response. She seems pleased by that answer, not turned off. What the fuck do I care? She’s just my student.
“You should shower,” I grumble and force my hands away from her.
“I can’t get up.”
“River…”
“I’m for real. Every muscle in my body is on fire.”
I try to help her shorts back up her thighs but they are too sweaty to move. “You’re just going to have to take them off,” I huff out in frustration.
She laughs. “So forward, Coach.”
“Emo,” I warn. “I’ll close my eyes, but you need to take them off and get in the shower. I’ll go grab your bag of clothes.”
“Ow,” she groans as she tries to move.
I slide her shorts and panties down her legs. Once I’ve peeled off her socks and shoes, I toss her shorts and panties to the floor. My cock is about to rip right out of my pants if I don’t send her on her way soon. With my eyes cracked so I can see what I’m doing, I attempt to help her sit up.
“Where’s your bra?” I snap.
“Thought you weren’t going to peek,” she responds dryly. “Besides, you’ve seen them already.”
My chest rumbles with a sound of irritation but I let my gaze rake over her cute tits. So perky. I could fit one in my mouth. A little sweet snack. Fuck, this is not helping my boner. Why did she have to take that damn bra off too?
“You…” I trail off. “Shower.”
She huffs and her mouth is fucking cute when she pouts. “Fine but…ahhh!”
Her legs collapse when she stands and I barely catch her before she tumbles to the floor. I gather her slick naked body into my arms. My erection is hard as stone between us.
“What am I going to do with you?” I demand, frustration seeping into my tone.
“Carry me to the shower?” she jokes back. The stress in her voice has me scooping her into my arms. I shouldn’t have run her so hard. She can barely walk.
“Do all your students get this extra special treatment?” she teases as I stride to the dark shower room, bypassing the light switch.
I glare at her. “Just you. A big thorn in my side.”
Her bottom lip juts out again and it takes everything in me not to bite it. This girl is going to get my ass fired.
“All this didn’t happen,” I utter with a hiss as I walk her into a shower stall. “You naked. Me carrying you. It looks and sounds worse than it is.”