Bad Teacher (Temp Title)

19| Don't Stop Yet

Nickolai

I had lost my fucking mind the moment she had licked that drop of ice-cream off her finger. My resolve had snapped, and it happened before I could stop myself. I had wanted a taste.

So I taken it without notion and without remorse.

That control I had thought I still possessed had disappeared at the thought of tasting those delicious pink lips.

I hated sweet things but had been slightly envious when the ice-cream had gotten to taste Cassandra and I had to sit back and watch. There wasn’t a part of me that had hesitated. Probing, maybe, trying to unveil her inner thoughts. Eventually I took the risk.

Our lips touched.

A graze. The softest, mostly gentlest of kisses I had ever had the blessing of experiencing. It sent a shockwave through my body. The significance of this moment would for evermore be engraved inside the chambers of my mind. I would remember the day how I had put my lips against a radiant woman’s and how she had been the perfect fit.

The perfect fit.

We pulled away, for a cursed second, testing… falling until our parted lips met with a feverish intensity. I couldn’t contain my groan as her taste flooded through me. So sweet. So addicting.

I was hooked, instantly.

Whatever had been keeping me grounded to this earth had been yanked out from under me. I was thrown off course as she stole every last drop of my sanity and transferred it into the scorching kiss we shared.

I had touched her. And she had let me.

My hands touched her skin.

I wanted more.

As one, we moved. Perfectly in sync.

Our lips  parted and oh-so ready. My hand positioned itself perfectly to control the tilt of Cassandra's head as I feasted off her like a mad man. All my frustration and need got thrown into our kiss and Cassandra melted against me. I groaned within my chest as she pressed her breasts against me. The heat of her form against my upper body and her lips torching me on top had my mind spinning with heat and hunger and confusion.

She was kissing me back.

This fucking goddess was kissing me back.

Allowed our tongues to touch. Allowed me to grip a handful of her hair to press me again her.

Her breathless moan shattered me.  

Wrecked me from the inside out. I continued to spiral and tumble, falling deeper and harder into her. I swallowed her little moans, the need to inhale all of her until she had the power to command me growing with each needy stoke of our lips.

My chest ached with thoughts that weighted over me as that darkness she had invaded grew and grew. It was then, in this very moment, that I knew.

Knew that whatever happened from now on out, Cassandra owned me. Every atom inside of me, hers to rule over.

As I took, and took and took, she sat there, tightly pressed me and she gave. She gave until she desperately gasped for air, her eyes dark with heat and her lips swollen from me. Cassandra looked dizzy, out of it as her eyes lowered into slits when I stared down at her, panting from the intensity of our shared kiss.

“Cassandra—"

“Please.”

I was a fucking killer. A man that with no redemption on the horizon. The worst of the worst. I didn't deserve her soft lips on mine—the mouth that had given to order to murder and mime She knew nothing about me. She was kissing a man she didn’t know, couldn’t trust. I had done nothing remotely good and selfless for her to sit here in front of me, staring up at me with those sexed up eyes, fucking begging me.

For more.

“Don't stop yet.” Each faint and desperate word from her had my mind twisting and burning and the edge of me, the part that wanted to tug this little skirt right up to taste her, was pushed to the side. I couldn’t allow myself to defile her more than I already had. She didn’t deserve these hands touching her.

Except, I still gave in.

Whatever she wanted, I would give  her. Without question.

This time when our lips met and her chest pressed tightly against me, her arms slipped around  my neck and her nails scraped through my hair and down my scalp. I couldn't ignore how I wanted nothing between. No clothes. Just skin. All that soft and delicious skin rubbing against me. How kissing her sated and still baited me. The sensation was otherworldly. Like being zapped with electricity, the sensation shot down my spine and straight into my pants.

Fuck. No. I couldn't have her seeing my hard-on.

I couldn’t afford to scare her away despite the fact that something akin to fear sparked to life inside me. Like a seed planted, and potential for growth a lingering thought. Still, I kissed her like this would be my first time and last touching her, tasting her. I wouldn’t ever experience all these sensations anywhere else and I fed off the thought with reverence.

Never had I been touched like this. Her little fingers grasping me like she never wanted me to let go. It was intoxicating.

Our lips tasted and touched and our tongues glided together as if making love. Needy and heated love.

The tether of my control pulled and pulled, wanting to touch her, wanting to find out if she would be wet between her thighs. Wanting to sink in and fuck her until she passed out from orgasms. But I could be a gentleman. I could be one for her. Before I had to chance to lift her skirt up, I pushed away from Cassandra's lips. Our heavy pants filled the space around us, and my blooded roared inside my ears as I stared down at the woman that had turned my world upside down with one little kiss.

She was a sight to behold. She looked about ready to orgasm. Rosie cheeks and hooded lids. Wet and parted lips that I now knew the taste of. I choked back a groan as that pink tongue of hers slid over those swollen lips, tasting.

She was about to be my undoing.

“I don't...” my voice trailed off, rough with heat and my attempts at controlling myself. My fists clenched to try and keep my hands to myself. I watched her move forward, pushed up against me once more and pressed our lips together. The words on my lips died down.

Unable to control myself, I kissed her back. I gave in, pathetically, cupped her face between my hands once more and I fucking kissed her back.

My heart continued to pound rapidly inside my chest cavity. I groaned as my dick pressed against my fly, almost painfully. I chose to feed on torturing myself rather than giving in and taking any more part of the innocence she possessed. Her needy and sensual panting moans flooded between us each time our lips parted, and the space between us was non-existent. Plastered together with no room for a breath of air, I lost myself in her.

We pushed closer, wanting closer, needing to he closer. Closer until we couldn't possibly get closer. Our kiss grew hotter, and my heart pounded within me until I felt like I would combust.

Nothing existed outside of this moment. There was nothing and nobody that needed me right now. She was all that mattered to me.

The thought of dipping my head between her thighs slammed into my mind again, and should have been enough to have to push back. To get away before I grabbed her and made her mine forever.

My sudden shrill of my phone blaring between didn't bother us enough to cool us down, and Cassandra rubbed against me with those hands holding me like she never wanted to let go. We couldn't pull away. Not even when my phone rang again. And again.

Irritation flashed through me, and I pulled back reluctantly. Her faint moan of discontentment floated between us and I glared at my phone as I took it from my pocket.

I had fully expected it to be my brother. It wasn’t.

I swallowed at the name on the screen.

It was my mother.