A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Three

*Mature Content*
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Reader's POV:

Her touch sent currents of electricity through my body, fingertips grazing my bare thigh as my skirt rose, bunching around my waist. I knew that this was wrong on so many levels, but nothing had ever felt more right.

I captured her lips with my own, hot and needy as my hands shakily untucked her shirt, fingers working fast on the buttons. Her lips travelled down my neck, sucking and nipping at my sensitive spot, she was bound to feel my pulse racing against her lips.

The blonde shrugged off her shirt before tearing mine from my body, a chill running down my spine as my exposed skin was hit with the cold air. But I soon warmed up as she pulled me towards her, fingers unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.

She tugged on my skirt as she pushed me against the wall. Her mouth attached itself to one of my breasts, tongue lightly flicking at my sensitive bud. "Oh fuck," I moaned, running my fingers through her hair.

She ran her manicured fingers up the inside of my thigh, mouth detaching from my breast as her eyes met mine, a playful glint in her eye. "I want to hear you beg." She whispered, hand getting dangerously close to my aching centre.

"Please," I muttered. My legs trembled as her hand cupped my clothed centre. "Please, fuck me. I want, need you to fuck me." My voice was shaky and barely even audible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." A smirk graced her lips, and she was now kneeling in front of me, tugging down my soaked panties.

"Fuck me, please." I begged, my voice a little louder as I slowly guided her head towards my throbbing core.

The older woman chuckled, sending a vibration through my body before her tongue entered me. Fingernails digging into my ass so hard that she was bound to leave an indentation. But I didn't care because the mild pain only increased my arousal.

"Oh fuck," I slowly started to grind against her mouth. "Fuck me," I squeezed my eyes shut, head hitting the wall with a thud as my whole body spasmed out of control with intense pleasure.

Fuck
Fuck
Fuck

FUCK! Your eyes shot open, sitting up so fast that you almost gave yourself whiplash. Vision blurred with sleep as you tried to take in your surroundings. Blinking rapidly, your eyes scanned around the room. Your bedroom. You were at home. In bed. You looked to the side of you, your boyfriend Payton was fast asleep.

It was a dream, a very hot dream, about your English teacher, Mrs Howard. "Well, that's... new." You mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Why were you dreaming about her? More importantly why did you low key enjoy it?

When your heart rate had returned to normal, you lay back down. The clock read 3:00am, just a few more hours until you had to be up for school. But you were wide awake now so the chance of getting any more sleep was very unlikely, and you were still slightly aroused.

A light layer of sweat coated your naked body, and your legs were shaking. Your hand travelled slowly down your body, and you instantly felt the heat radiating off you. Your eyes drifted closed, a quiet sigh leaving your lips as you gently massaged your clit, back arching off the bed as you imagined your English teacher between your legs. Your other hand twisted the bedsheets as you reached your climax. A quiet moan left your lips and you glanced to the side of you to make sure you hadn't woken your boyfriend; he was still fast asleep. Thank God.

For the next few hours, sleep wasn't an option as every time you closed your eyes, inappropriate thoughts resided inside your mind. You were dreading going to school and having to face her after what you had just done. Kill me now.

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At school you could barely keep your eyes open, and you were solely relying on plenty of caffeine to get you through the day.

"God, you look how I feel." Stella had commented at the end of first period. "Payton keep you up all night, did he?" She then added with a playful wink and a nudge. No, it wasn't Payton who kept me up all night; you wanted to say but instead settled for a light-hearted shove and a shake of the head.

After what happened last night, you weren't sure you'd be able to be in the same vicinity as Mrs Howard, or even look her in the eye. So of course, you avoided the woman like she was the plague. Which in the end wouldn't work out, because although you didn't have English today, you would be seeing her for detention later.

Suddenly, as you rounded the corner on the way to your next lesson, you spotted her, deep in conversation with another teacher. You had the opportunity to run as she hadn't spotted you yet, but you froze, eyes glued to her. It was kind of strange not seeing her on her knees ready to fuck you... wait what? You tried to shake the thought from your head, your panties already dampening slightly.

Trying your best to muster some kind of composure, you started walking again. Stella was talking to you, but you weren't listening. Eyes still focused on Mrs Howard, and as you drew nearer her eyes met yours. Your stomach did flips, and you felt a slight throbbing between your legs. How the fuck did she have the ability to make you feel this way with just one look? Maybe it had something to do with the way she was biting her lip? Or the way time seemed to slow down as you got closer, neither one of you wanting to be the first to look away.

"I'll see you at 4, y/n." Her lips pulled out into a smirk, sending a tingle down your spine.

"Can't wait." You managed to say, trying to sound like your usual confident self. You rolled your eyes, finally removing your gaze from her and focusing straight ahead.

Suddenly, you felt a hand tugging on your wrist startling you slightly. "Less off the attitude please." Mrs Howard glared at you, the grip on your wrist tightening, but very subtle so no one would notice. "Remember what I told you." You briefly recalled her trying to intimidate you, and you weren't going to let her do that now. Who the fuck did she think she was?

"You don't scare me." You whispered, your voice dangerously low as you stepped closer to her. Which was an obvious lie as your heart was now beating rapidly against your chest. You were still feeling slightly flustered but you weren't going to let that get to you. Her grip on your wrist loosened a little and you took this as an opportunity to free yourself, pulling your wrist out of her grasp. "Grab me like that again and I'll make your life a living hell." Using her own words against her, you didn't wait for a response, just turned and walked away.

You didn't turn to see if she was still watching you, but you could sense she was. What the fuck did you just do? Your legs were slightly shaky, and you felt like you might throw up.

"Well, that was... intense." Stella giggled. "She definitely does not look happy." Oh fuck.

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Sorry to keep you guys waiting! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please let me know your thoughts and if there's anything you'd like me to include. What would you like to see in the next chapter?
~T ♡~