Benefits With My Teacher

BWMT- 17

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“I want to play dress up!” I heard Payton cheer as I slung my bag over my shoulders. “Dress up!”

“What? But what about cars?” I heard Mr. West insist Payton clearly not wanting to play dress up.

“No. I want to play dress up! And I want to you to be a fairy!” Payton squealed.

Mr. West’s eyes grew large, like someone just told him he wouldn’t be able to make babies. In a state of panic, he roughly pulled me towards him and gave me a slight nudge to Payton.

“She’ll be the fairy.” Mr. West said quickly, hoping Payton would say yes. “I can be the prince, the driver, bodyguard or something.”

“I thought she was already leaving.” Payton muttered.

“I have a wonderful idea Payton.” I said sweetly, bending down o her level. “Why don’t we bake cookies?”

“Cookies? Really?” her eyes lightened up with delight as I nodded back.

“Why don’t you stay here and we’ll prepare the stuff, alright?” I suggested as she nodded in response.

Mr. West and I left Payton in the living room, watching Winnie the Pooh, giggling.

“Cookies contain sugars, ya’ know.” Mr. West’s breathed on my ear as he whispered to me once we reached the kitchen.

“I know.” I said, turning to face him. “Makin’ them will tire her out.”

“Sure?”

I gulped my saliva before saying, “I hope.”

“Hope your ass.” He scoffed at me. “You do not want to see that child in a sugar rush. Trust me, I gave her a lot of ice cream one. It did not end well.”

“Well then. Let’s just hope she’ll be dead tired before she can even eat the cookies.” I smirked before going to the cupboard. I opened it and was thankful seeing a pack of cookie mix. “Thank heavens for mixes.”

My body was pulled to Mr. West’s, startling me. His arms snaked around my waist, sending chills down my spine.

“Mixes go well.” His voice was hoarse, making him look and sound sexier.

“What are you suggesting?” I raised a brow at his face where his bangs slightly covered his eyes.

“Mixes go well.” he repeated slowly as if I didn’t hear him the first time. “Like students and teachers.”

“Then what are you implying then? Teachers teach students. That I already know.”

“This is what I’m implying.” He pulled me closer until our faces touched.

He kissed me, hungrily I may add. He kissed me like he hadn’t been able to kiss anyone for years and do remember, Mr. West is a manwhore. It’s like not letting a dancer dance.

His tongue caressed my bottom lip as I slowly open my mouth but being him, he couldn’t wait so when he felt my lips move, and he pushed his tongue in. So we had another tongue battle, fighting for dominance. His hand was on my back and the other one on my thigh, pulling it up to reach his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, ruffling my fingers through his hair.

This is so wrong in so many ways.

One. He is my teacher.

Two. I’m his student.

Three. We’re friends with benefits minus sex.

Four. We’re making out in the kitchen of his soon to be step niece in law.