Authors: Trevion Burns
With a sigh, Lila unlocked the door just as his eager lips descended on her neck once more.
“The semester’s almost over,” she purred, reaching behind her and giving his hair a playful pull before stepping away and pulling the door open.
They weren’t touching, and his lips were no longer sucking relentlessly at the salty skin of her neck, but the sight of a young woman standing on the other side of the classroom door, primed to knock, the moment Lila opened it, was enough to steal a horrified scream from the deepest part of Lila’s body.
The young girl nearly jumped out of her shoes, alarmed at Lila’s alarm, her brown eyes going wide, fisted hand frozen high in the air.
Lila tried to recover, straightening her back while turning her body towards Chase. She didn’t look at him, keeping her eyes on the girl before her. How long had she been standing there? What had she heard? Were these walls even soundproof?
Lila’s eyes shot to the ceiling, the door, and the frame that held it. She looked for sound absorbing foam, door gaskets, anything that would reassure her that she and Chase’s irresponsibly loud lovemaking hadn’t seeped out to the other side.
Watching her with amusement, Chase circled around. “Thanks, Professor James,” he said, breaking Lila free from her frantic search. “That was… illuminating.”
Lila snapped to attention, looking at him with a stiff neck and back. “Good study session, Mr. Almeida,” she said, in her best
just-another-teacher
voice.
“Yes, it was a good session.” Chase cleared his throat, delight tinting his eyes. “It was a
great
session, Professor.”
Lila was not amused by his word games and ambiguities.
The girl still stood with her knocking fist raised high in the air, eyes squinting between the two bizarrely behaving individuals before her. It was as if she could sense something was off, but couldn’t figure out what. Like she wanted to probe deeper but hadn’t a clue what she’d be probing deeper into.
Chase stepped awkwardly around Lila, but not before brushing his dick against her ass, so subtly, only she noticed it.
Lila cut a look at him as he walked away, throwing her a proud smirk from over his shoulder. She made a mental note to murder him when he came to her house later. Murder him, and fuck him senseless.
Apparently the only person getting fucked senseless was Lila. As she watched him walk off, she almost forgot there was a third person standing in front of her.
The girl had finally lowered her fisted hand and was clutching a notebook to her chest, watching Lila patiently.
“I’m sorry about that.” Lila forced her attention back to her. “I get so wrapped up in study sessions with my students sometimes. I’m so passionate about their learning experience.” She was also passionate about how well they used their tongues, the new valleys they miraculously managed to find every time they swirled their dick inside her, and the salty taste of their skin whenever she tugged it between her teeth. Lila blinked, taken to another place.
The girl still watched her patiently, eyebrows raised in concern.
“I’m sorry, what was I saying?” Lila couldn’t blame the girl for looking worried. It was now confirmed that Chase had fucked her
senseless
. Lila pressed on. “My point is… I didn’t realize there was someone out here. Hopefully you didn’t have to wait too long. Are you here for the next class?” She checked her watch. “It’s not for another hour, but you’re welcome to hang out in here if you need some peace and quiet. I’m supposed to lock up, but my office is right down the hall, so…”
The girl shook her head, making her short black pixie cut shift ever so slightly. “I’m not a student.”
Lila straightened even more. After hearing the confident, domineering, almost authoritative tone to the
woman’s
voice, the fact that she wasn’t a student was now clear as day. She had a baby face, one of those blessed women who probably always would, but her voice betrayed her womanhood instantly.
So did her eyes. She had wise, serious eyes. “My name is Alice Carmichael. I’m a reporter for The Washington Post.”
Lila’s eyes went big. “Washington is quite a ways away. What in the world brings you to Cambridge?” Dare she ask? Lila’s life had spiraled so spectacularly out of control, on so many different levels. It occurred to her that a reporter for The Washington Post could be at the door of her classroom for a
number
of reasons. Her life had become almost a running gag, with more than enough drama to fill a newspaper’s headlines for years to come. Easily.
Alice took Lila out of her misery. “We’ve been following your work with rape victims on campus, and we’d like to do a story.”
Lila’s mouth dropped.
Alice’s eyebrows rose, high this time, showing she wasn’t quite as clueless about the
study session
that had been happening on the other side of that door as she’d originally indicated. The fact was, Alice Carmichael was far from clueless, but she hadn’t taken a two-hour flight from D.C. to Cambridge to give a horny teacher and her student grief about their secret rendezvous.
No, she’d come to support Lila. In something that mattered.
“Oh.” Lila beamed.
“
Oh,”
Alice mimicked, a knowing smile breaking her lips.
Just like that, Lila’s life was changed, once again.
Once again, for the better.
18
“Mmm… you know what? I’m really not feeling it over there. It’s not getting enough light, and I like the sun on my face when I wake up in the morning.” Lila turned and pointed to the opposite side of her bedroom.
Dropping the California King sized mattress on top of the equally large box spring, both of which he’d been handling for the better part of the hour, Chase finally stood tall, breathing heavily. He looked across the room where she stood in nothing but his oversized t-shirt and her silk panties, hardly having the heart to complain. Seeing her dressed for bed was a sight he was sure would always drop his guard, even if he didn’t want it dropped. Somehow, he found it in his swelling heart to scold her. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“I need sunshine.”
“And you’re just realizing this
after
I moved this entire bed set
away
from the sunshine?”
Her voice lowered to a childish level. “I need sunshine.” She pouted. “All the better to see your cock with, my dear. The same cock that’s going to be between my lips the moment you open your eyes every morning.”
His mouth fell open, and he was stupefied, hypnotized, his hooded gaze dropping instantly to her lips.
She licked them. “Think about it, Chase. Waking up, every morning, with my warm tongue swirling around the tip? Swallowing the shaft to the back of my throat? All the way down?” She bit her lip as her voice lowered. “Every? Morning? Every. Single. Mornin--”
Chase was already pushing the mattress off the box spring, the box spring off the frame, and the frame off the headboard. He got to work moving it all to the sunny side of the room as quickly as his arms and legs would allow.
Lila had to laugh, her heart lighting up. She hadn’t even had a chance to finish making all her sexual promises. “God, I had no idea you were going to cave that easily.”
Chase grunted as he moved the frame. “You promise a man a blowjob every morning, and he’ll make miracles happen, Lila. Never forget that.” He dropped the frame where she wanted it and climbed across it in a hurry to get to the box spring.
Her laughter subsided. “I’m sorry, but I can’t allow you to
allow me
to manipulate you this way.” She began making her way over to him. “Here, I’ll help.”
Chase caught her waist with one hand, his glistening biceps flexing as he gently pushed her away. “Nah, nah. I got this.” He smiled. The smile quickly disappeared, replaced with a grunt, when he lifted the box spring once more, sliding it across the room. Once he had it in the frame, he moved to the mattress, the part of the bed that had been giving him the most trouble. “You just promised me a blowjob every morning for life. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you get out of that,
Professor
.”
With a huff, Lila pressed her hands to her hips.
He moved the mattress onto the box spring with one last, heaving moan, right under the window, and then collapsed on top of it. He plopped on his stomach, bounced a few times, and came to a stop, motionless, struggling to regain all the energy he’d lost. He turned his cheek into the mattress, loving how cool it felt against his skin.
“It’s perfect!” Lila cried, circling the bed and bouncing onto his back. The mattress sprang to life, and Chase accepted her weight with a dramatic groan. Smiling, she straddled his back and placed her hands on his shoulders, kneading the hardness there until his breathing slowed.
For a moment, she wondered if he’d stopped breathing altogether as she massaged his shoulders.
“Thank you,” she said. “For everything.”
Chase moved to roll over, and she lifted her hips to give him room to move before sitting on his hard stomach. Every inch of him glistened, broadcasting his hard work implicitly. Her manipulations progressed to the area below his shoulders, down the sparse valley of hair at his chest, and over his sculpted arms. His sweat made the job slippery, but with each stiff new ridge her hands found, each miraculously more solid than the last, she loved it a little more.
Chase sighed. His eyes searched her face as she continued to work the tenseness away. The truth was, he was the farthest thing from tense. He didn’t know how any man could be when a woman like her was dragging her soft hands all over him. The word
tense
no longer computed in his world, but that didn’t mean he was in any hurry to stop her. He couldn’t help as his eyes gently closed, relinquishing himself to the joy as she worked his arms, where the skin was pulled most taut from all the work she’d put him through.
“Does that feel good?” she asked.
It felt so good, he couldn’t even open his eyes. “Yes,” he said, moaning as her hands came back up his shoulders, snaking into the tiny space left between his neck and the mattress. He reached out and took her around the waist, pushing himself into a sitting position while pulling her body against his, drinking in the small gasp that escaped her lips.
Her hands stopped their exploration and sat frozen on his shoulders as her eyes fell between their bodies. She caught sight of his hardness pressing persistently against his sweats.
“Chase…” Lila’s eyes rose to his, her voice going playful. “The sun isn’t shining in, yet. That blowjob guarantee is only good for the
morning time.”
“Does moonlight count for nothing?” The sweetest smile tugged his lips, and he motioned to the window. “Let us not disregard the splendor of a full moon, such as this.”
“Okay, Shakespeare.”
“The perfect amount of moonlight for the…” He fought. “Sucketh of my dicketh.”
Lila chortled. “Not so Shakespeare.”
“Can’t fault a man for trying.”
She leaned in, cupped his reddened jaws, and placed her lips on his forehead, then each hot cheek. She lingered at his lips, hesitating, before covering them with her own.
They parted, and his breathing grew labored, allowing the taste of her to settle in before he took the back of her neck and sampled her flavor again, longer this time. Breathing deep, he opened his eyes, searching her face. The tip of his tongue fluttered at her lips, and he moaned when she responded in kind. Eyes shutting tight, he dove in, tilting his head and deepening the kiss.
She spread her lips, groaning at the moist softness. Her eyes opened, and saw his shut tight. He was so lost in the moment, she had no choice but to follow suit, wrapping her arms around his neck and intensifying the embrace. Their contented hums met in wet frenzy between their lips.
His clawed hands moved in a heated trail down the small of her back before palming the swells of her ass.
Lila whimpered, attempting to spread her legs wider. He assisted her without breaking their kiss, pulling her in as close as he could.
A circular grind came to life at her hips, and she was forced to break their kiss when his hardness gradually broke the barrier between her underwear and the silky wetness inside them.
“Oh…” She gasped as his heat brushed against her clit, sending waves of pleasure surging through her veins.
Chase licked her parted lips, and her head fell back. The ends of her hair tickled his fingers as they clawed at her ass, spreading the cheeks apart. He zeroed in, feasting on the underside of her chin and neck, succumbing to her gyrating hips. His face grew deeply serious as the need to be inside her almost ate him alive. His hands traveled her t-shirt clad body furiously, each stop sweeter than the last, until they finally found purpose at her waist, holding her hips firmly. Her wetness soaked through his sweats, and her head came forward, eyes meeting his, swimming with a mix of both rapture and agony.
Overcome, he reached between their swirling bodies and released his pounding dick, taking her waist once more as he thrust against her damp panties desperately.
Lila gasped when his hard shaft dipped passed her panty line, the velvety skin gliding against her folds. She could feel every vein, every ridge, every eager twitch of his dick. She was mere inches from fucking him, just a few grinds away from him being inside, and she didn’t think she would ever want anything more in her life.
“Chase, god…” She threw her head back and cried out when he covered her neck with his lips. When he reached between them and pushed her panties completely to the side, the head of his cock tapping right at her clit, she was sent hurtling over the edge.
“I’ll never want anything else again the way I
constantly
want this,” he said.
“So take it.”
“You take it.”
She hadn’t the faintest clue why they were delaying the inevitable. Grinding against each other like two kids scared to take it to the next level. They’d love each other on every surface of that house, Bitsy’s house, and even her classroom at school. If Chase felt like he still had to romance her, she was happy to inform him that he didn’t. She would always be ready for him, ready to take him, ready to have him, and be had in return.