Page 82 of Apparently, I’m Trouble

Pleasure I gave her.

I pulled my tongue from her pussy as she trembled. Her lithe, sexy little body writhed as she cried out, making noises that made me want to lock her somewhere no one would find her. Where I could keep her for myself.

Gently, carefully, I gripped the base of the vibrator and pulled it from her ass, watching the clench and give of her insides as I slid it from her.

She was a fucking fantasy. I couldn’t believe she let me do this to her.

Once the device was gone, she collapsed. Her limbs sprawled in different directions–a hand in her hair, her arm flung over the edge of the table, legs still spread and bent over my shoulders. I tossed the toy to the ground, then kissed my way along her thighs, watching her chest rise and fall.

She let out a small, breathy moan. “I came so hard.”

I laughed against her, fascinated by the spread of goosebumps along her skin. “Yeah? You liked that?”

“Mhm.”

I climbed over her, nipping the soft curve just under her belly button as she squealed. “What else can you take?”

I reached her breasts and ran my teeth across her nipple. She shuddered underneath me.

“I can take your cock in my mouth, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I tsked against the wet curve of her breast. “You want me to fill your dirty mouth with my cock?”

“Mmm, yes please.”

I ran my lips along her neck, feeling her spine curve as she purred happily. Bracing against the edge of the table, I reached down, gripped her ass, and pulled her onto me as I pushed the thick ridge of my erection–still trapped in my slacks–against her naked, drenched pussy.

She ran her nails across my shoulders as I bent over her, biting the curve of her bottom lip. Her breathy groans made my cock pulse, the feel of it pounding in my blood. I took her mouth, sucking and teasing, sliding my tongue along hers, letting her taste herself on my lips.

She rocked her hips as she wrapped her legs around me, driving me, pushing me harder, and I loved that she wanted more. The width of my cock spread her pussy, and she moaned into my mouth as I thrust into her.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “I want you inside of me.”

I dragged my teeth across her neck. The feel of her breasts against my chest, her soft, naked body moving under mine–she felt so fucking good. But. “Not here.”

“Not… here?”

She rocked into me one last time, then paused, pulling back just enough to look me in the eye. And she wasn’t just the woman I wanted anymore. She was Mia Walker, my daughter’s teacher.

I watched her realize it. Her pupils dilated, her skin flushed.

“Oh god,” she whispered, then crawled out from underneath me.

I stood and turned away as she reached for a sheet to cover herself, and with intense fascination, I ran my hand along my cock, smearing her wetness into the fabric of my trousers.

What did we just do? And why didn’t I care that we did it?

“I have to go,” she muttered, low and frantic, as she lifted the basket from beneath the table.

“We do have to go,” I agreed. “I don’t have any protection here, and I’d rather fuck you in my bed.”

She stopped moving. As I turned to look at her, her dark, beautiful eyes were round with shock.

“Theo, you’re not serious.”

The disbelief in her tone pulled a short, sharp laugh from me. “What makes you think I’m not?”

She looked down at the table, at the imprints our bodies left behind, and I thought of her nails digging into my scalp. I wanted more of that. I needed it.