Bad Teacher (Temp Title)

28| Please Please Please

Casey

My heart raced wildly with anticipation, and my lips parted eagerly as he neared.

The air surrounding us burst with electrifying energy, brimming over until we were but inches apart, testing the waters. Or well, I bravely held my breath, waiting with baited nerves as his stormy eyes fluttered down to my lips, and then back up to meet my gaze. I could see the many questions floating around inside his mind, many of which I couldn't translate, couldn't even begin to phantom, but one stood out.

More than any other.

Did I want this?

I spoke before I could stop it. “Yes. I want you to kiss me.”

I did. I wanted it so badly. My fingers tightened into a fists between us as I craved to have my hands all over him. Touching his heavenly scented skin and gripping his short hair.

Short hair I so desperately wanted to see from between my thighs. I couldn't believe my thoughts, and I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to embrace this side of myself, and I somehow felt that being like that with him and speaking my mind wouldn't be a problem.

Just the thought sent a pleasurable shiver all the way down to my toes.

“You're sure?” The man sounded positively tortured. I sensed the tension coursing through him, his shoulders tense and fit, tattooed body looming over me. He seemed hesitant, cautious and oh so ready to pounce. My eyes flickered down to the his hand, watching as his ringed fingers dug into the sofa right next to my leg.

And then at the bulge hidden behind his fly. Shit. The thing was staring straight at me.

I tried not to nod too eagerly as I averted my gaze to meet his heated one.

Though he was inches from me, my skin tingled in awareness, and goose bumps spread across the area closest to him. The feeling was unimaginable, and as he closed more inches between us, I felt the visceral reaction of my body. How my thighs rubbed together as heat pulsed between them, and the tight tips of my nipples teasingly scraping against the soft and silky material of my dress. It sent a zing of pleasure straight down to the very core of me. I was slipping further into the hole I had tried to dig myself out of.

Everything flew right out the window the moment this man entered my personal space.

It almost felt too much, felt too heavy, too much of an ache. It grew with feverish intent as we hovered and tested, panting and craving, wanting to cave and sink into the feeling we now knew the taste of.

For all but a second, just an inch apart and body's grazing without fully touching, we just stared at each other. And the look on his face. So much willpower, trying to fight the chemistry it now seemed I wasn't imagining. Immense control and hunger and emotions I wanted to lose myself in. Time slowed, stretched thin with taunting tugs as the waves pulled us deeper.

We moved as once.

Our lips met.

Right down in the middle and hot as hell. Everything was more with him. More wild, more manly.

Touching lips parted eagerly and I could once more hardly believe the sound that tumbled from my lips, over to his, as a bulky arm grazed my side, and I shivered as he placed a splayed palm right in the middle of my back. Pulling me closer and keeping that other palm tightly keeping their grip on the sofa.

I knew it was there. I could feel the looming presence in all parts of him that existed. I knew that his tongue tasted like a liquor that described him perfectly and the faint smokey flavour of the cigarette he has smoked. I knew that his lips devoured mine as if he had waited an eternity, tugging at my bottom lip with nips that sent my thighs trembling. I desperately needed friction. I could hardly take it. I felt like I was close to bursting right out of my skin. I felt the pressure of my heart thumping away and it mirrored the one in the downstairs area.