Teacher - My Desire | Jeffrey Dean Morgan (English) ✔️

[Chapter Twenty-One]

‼️TW: there will be cursing and sexual content in this chapter‼️

Too much

Two hours later.

"Already starting without me?", Jeffrey asks behind me with a bottle of his favorite Whiskey.

I pull off my shirt completely and turn around smirking, just with the top left.

"No, the first drinks got me heaten up. I had to get rid of this damn thing.", I say and sit down on the couch.

He sits down next to me and puts down the bottle on the table in front of us. "You could have ask if I could help.", he says growling and puts his hand on my thigh. "At least let me help with the rest."

I smirk and move my head closer to his, as if I want to kiss him. I stop inches before our lips would touch. "Later.", I just say, move away and get the bottle of Whiskey.

"Ouch!"

"Shut up, crybaby! Just drink this.", I say and give him the now filled glass which I nearly spill it over him.

"Wow! Easy there! You're already slightly drunk, honey. You just had one drink.", he says and moves closer with his body.

"We already drank the whole other bottle, Jeff. That's why you got the other one!", I say giggling.

"Shit! Really?", he asks in unbelief. "Wow! We drank that much alcohol and we're still not naked?", he adds, takes a sip of his drink and puts it down afterwards.

I slap his chest. "I just wanted to talk, Jeffrey Dean Morgan!"

He moves his head right next to mine and whispers: "That sounded different when you called me earlier- and on set. It sounded like you really wanted to fuck me those moments." I nearly drop my glass but Jeffrey is able to catch it. "Close one, Sweetheart. You nearly spilled it over you. And it would be a shame. I mean- isn't it my job to get you wet, Sweetheart?", he says smirking and puts down the glasses on the table.

I gulp but I ignore what he just said. Okay, I try to ignore it. "So you don't want to know who called me earlier?", I say and press my legs together.

"Don't change the subject, Buttercup.", Jeffrey says and kisses my neck.

I pull myself together and push him away. "You're not getting me so easy, old man!"

"What did you just call me?", he asks a little bit shocked.

"You heard right, old man.", I say smirking.

"Oh! You will pay for it!", Jeffrey says and starts to tickle me.

I start to defend his tickle-attack with trying to tickle back. "I'm not ticklish, Honey! You have to find something else to stop me!", he says and continues to tickle me.

After a minute of him tickling me, my phone starts to ring. "Jeffrey, please stop it now! I have to get this call!", I nearly beg him.

"Okay. But we're not finished yet.", he says and let go off me.

I stand up, take my phone and accept the call. "Hello?"

"Hey, Skye! It's John!"

"John! Heyy! How are you?", I ask cheering. I can feel that Jeffrey is standing right behind me and gets closer to me.

"I'm fine! But how are you? How was your first day of shooting?"

"Me too, John. And I wasn't able to shoot today.", I say sad. "There were changes in the plan." Jeffrey now hugs me from behind and starts kissing my neck again. "John? Could you hold on for a second?", I ask, turn around and push Jeffrey away as he lifts up his hands like he's innocent.

I turn back around. "So were where we?" After I finish the call with John, Jeffrey already drank two more glasses of the Whiskey. "Don't you dare drinking without me, Mister!", I say and sit down next to him taking my glass and drink all of it in one sip. "Next glass!", I say and hold out the glass.

"I think you had enough, Honey.", Jeffrey says and takes the bottle. "We have to be on set early tomorrow."

"Come on! Just one more!"

Those were the last words I could remember from that evening.

Next morning. June 20th 2018.

I wake up and my head immediately starts to hurt. I let out a sigh of pain. "Fuck!", I mumble and look around.

The sun is shining through the window right into my face. I let my eyes search the room. I can find Jeffrey's and mine clothes all around his bedroom. I look down on me and I realize I'm naked. I turn my head to Jeffrey who is still sleeping peacefully next to me. I lift up his blanket.

* He's definitely naked too! *

I take my phone. 7:24. I start to panic. "Jeffrey! Wake up! It's half past eight! We have to be on set in twenty minutes!", I nearly scream and try to shake him awake. Nothing happenes. "Wake up, asshole!", I say now louder as I stand up and get all my clothes together. As I put them on, I throw Jeffrey's clothes at him. "Do I have to slap you or what?", I say standing next to him after I put on all my clothes. Still no response. I turn around and go to the kitchen. I take cup and fill it up with cold water. Back in the bedroom I spill it over Jeffrey's face.

"Holy fucking shit!", he bursts out and startles. I start laughing. "Why the hell did you do that?", he says a little bit angry and wipes the water out of his face.

"You didn't wake up. I tried everything else. I was even close to slap you. You can be happy I just used water!", I say still half laughing.

He shakes his head and stands up, while I tried to hold back the laughter. His whole pillow is wet now, so are his hair. "A kiss would have done the same.", Jeffrey says, pulls me closer to him and gives me a kiss.

"I don't think so, Mister deep-sleep.", I say and pull my arms around his neck. He just smirks and starts kissing my neck. I can feel his friend down under getting ready for something we don't have time for. "As much as I want to continue what you just started, but we have to be on set in under twenty minutes!", I say and push him back.

His face turns into shocked. "What? Fuck! We're gonna be late!"
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