A Treat for the Teacher (Lessons in Lust #3) Read online

Cutting the engine, I lowered the anchor and made my way to Miss J. She smiled up at me from her seat. With the moon, the stars and the soft light from a lantern I’d secured to the boat, she looked needy, wanton, and all forms of fuckable. Winking at her, I moved to the half-cabin and pulled out some of my supplies. I wanted us to be under the gentle glow of the moon, out in the open. I didn’t think there would be a sexier sound than hearing her screams echoing around the lapping water.

  Back on deck, I lay out the thick blankets, pillows and my bag. While I could happily be without creature comforts and take her hard, we’d done it in a dusty old storeroom earlier. I could at least attempt to set comfort as part of the mood.

  On my knees, I gestured her to me. She stood and made her way over silently, a small smile playing on her lips and a questioning quirk on her brow. Once she stood directly before me, so my face was level with her smooth, soft stomach, I reached out and held her waist. Pulling her toward me, I skirted my hands up her legs, from her ankles, up her calves, to her thighs, so my hands rested on her bare ass. I grinned when I realized that, once again, she was without panties.

  I stood and pulled her dress with me so it lifted high above her head. Her breasts free and her nakedness on display before me, I didn’t even attempt to hold back my groan of desire. She was one hot woman, all curves and milky softness. Her arms in the air, I removed her dress completely and dropped it behind her before swooping in for a kiss. My kiss could have easily been hard; it would have been if I’d listened to the need of my aching dick, but I wanted the night to be about her. Instead, I parted her lips with mine in a gentle caress. I held back from forcing my tongue into her mouth and instead, occasionally flicked out to allow our tongues to touch in the smoothest of caresses.

  That time, it was her gentle moans and pants which filled the night sky as she leaned herself against me impossibly close. My hardness pushed against her stomach and she wriggled against me at the contact, no doubt my clothing giving her some sort of friction. Angling my body from her by just an inch, she attempted to stop me. I laughed lightly against her lips, pulling my mouth from hers and looking down at her.

  “Feeling impatient?”

  She nodded, her eyes hooded and her lips in a just-kissed pout. “I need you inside me.”

  I gulped.

  “I want you to fuck me, Damon. So hard, and now.”

  Holy shit! It took all of my restraint, something I was amazed I had, not to give in. At eighteen, my experience was fairly limited and hearing a woman, especially a woman as hot as Miss J, ask me to fuck her, I was on the edge of dragging her to the blankets and taking her hard and fast. Not answering, for fear of my voice cracking in desire, my mouth returned to hers. This time, I didn’t hold back. Our kiss was fierce and passionate as our tongues tangled. I trailed one hand to her a waiting breast and took the weight in my hand, marveling at the fullness. Kissing a trail down her neck, my second hand took hold of her same breast. I held on to it with both hands with a firm grip and squeezed lightly as I latch my mouth over her peaked nipple. Wrapping my tongue around it, I proceeded to suck. I was relentless in my sucking and nipping of her breast, loving taking of much of her in as possible.

  Her hips gyrated against me, seeking so much more. Removing my mouth, I sunk to my knees and lifted one of her legs to rest on my shoulder. I looked up at her for a split second, reveling in the desire dancing across her face. Without pre amble, my mouth was on her heat, causing a beautiful squeak and gasp. Immediately her gyrating continued as she fucked my face. I pushed my longue into her opening as deep as I could go, placing one hand on her ass for leverage, and one on her thigh. As soon as my fingers made contact with her clit, her moving hips lost rhythm. Switching my mouth for my fingers, I licked from her opening to her swollen clit, swallowing her flowing juices as I did so. I made my tongue taut as I flicked against her clit as fast as my tongue would allow. At the same time I sucked her engorged nub in my mouth, I slid two fingers into her wet pussy.

  At the intrusion both of her hands clamped on my hand and she cried out. Soon she was panting her need. “Yes, Damon, fucking yes. That’s it, baby. Fuck yes!” It was the first time she’d called me baby, spurring my tongue and fingers on. I rocked my head side-to-side trying to get even closer, even deeper inside her. Her body vibrated in need and her legs shook. She was on the precipice of spiraling out of control and falling into orgasm. Knowing what she needed, my fingers stopped plunging in and out of her and instead, I hooked my fingers inside her, aiming for her G-spot. Her soft walls grasped my fingers, sucking them into her as she screamed out her release. Unravelling around my fingers and mouth, I continued to lap and suck at her clit and press against her G-spot until gentle shudders racked her body.

  Spent, she sagged against me. Removing my mouth and fingers, I helped her to the blankets, lowering her down. A lazy grin played on her lips. “I’m ready for your cock now, Damon. Damn am I ready.”

  I laughed and leaned over to my bag of treats. Pulling out the toy I was after, Miss J raised her brow in question at my movement and silence. Grabbing two pillows, I knelt before her, lifted her hips and grabbing two pillows, placed them under her ass.

  “That was one.”

  “One what?”

  “Just number one.” Brow still quirked, she waited for me to explain myself. “One orgasm.” Still, she waited. “Tonight, I won’t be fucking you until you’ve had at least six orgasms. Only then will I give you my dick. You’ll be begging for it.”

  Her eyes widened in desire and maybe a little of alarm. “I can beg now.”

  I laughed. “I know. Feel free to. There’s nothing sexier than hearing you beg for my dick. It’ll help me work harder at reaching my goal.” As I spoke, I switched on the small bullet in my hand, feeling the vibration around my fingers. Without explaining or her seeing what I intended, I pressed it against her clit. While I wanted six out of her, I knew I also wanted in as soon as possible. There was a lot to be said for slow and sensual, I was sure, but when my dick was already hard and desperate for release, I had no issues with dragging her orgasms out of her as quickly as possible.

  She gasped and her mouth formed a delicious ‘O’ when the vibration hit her swollen clit. “Fuck!” she cried out. Her hips lifted and pumped the air as I pressed the silver bullet harder against her sex before swirling it around. Unable to resist, my mouth joined in, loving the unique flavor which was Miss J.

  I’d tasted a few pussies over the last couple of years, but by far she was the sweetest, and her cries were most definitely the hottest.

  With both my tongue and the clit stimulator at work, Miss J was well on her way to reaching her second orgasm. When I’d made the decision to give her a treat, I’d researched a few to get her peaking fast. The nifty silver bullet which was currently working wonders on her clit and pushing her swiftly over the edge was a fucking awesome investment. Her pussy walls were already clamping around my tongue, her gasps becoming increasingly heavy while her screams were music to my ears. Rolling the sides of my tongue together so it formed a rigid tube, I slid it in and out of Miss J’s pussy while pressing my lips into her, creating a delicious wet suction. I started slowly and then picked up the pace, thrilling in her needy whimpers.

  Removing my tongue, I inserted two fingers, searching for her G-spot as I kissed my way up her stomach to latch my mouth against her breast. All the while, the magic piece of silver in my hand remained hard at work. Once I lathed her nipple and sucked firmly, she came hard around my fingers, her scream growing louder and echoing around the empty water.

  Easing out of her orgasm, I smiled around my kisses and made my way to her mouth, enjoying a sweet kiss. Removing my fingers from her wet sex and placing the clit stimulator to the side, I sat up and looked down at Miss J. “Two.” I grinned, with a self-satisfied smirk.

  She rolled her eyes before returning my smile and sighing contently.

  “Do you need a drink?” I asked, absorbing her half-mast eyes and tang
led hair. She looked sated and truly satisfied. My own satisfaction flooded through me, knowing I was the reason behind her genuine smile and just-come hair. I couldn’t wait to be planted inside her, but I needed to squeeze out four more before I allowed myself the luxury.

  Miss J nodded and sat up while I reached into my bag and pulled out a bottle of water.

  “I do have beer if you prefer, or wine?”

  She smiled and shook her head, taking the offered water. “No, this is perfect. Thank you.” Taking a large gulp, I was mesmerized by her soft sigh as she enjoyed the cold water. I lifted my own bottle to my mouth and enjoyed the coolness.

  Putting the cap back on her bottle, she smiled across at me. “You’re still dressed.” She lifted her brows in question.

  Smirking across at her, I pulled off my t-shirt. “This is as much as you’re going to get for the time being.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “If my dick is free, I’ll be far too tempted to throw you down and take you hard.”

  Quirking a brow again, she reached out and touched my chest. “And that’s a problem why?”

  I shrugged and placed my hand over hers, stopping the teasing glide of her hand. “Not a problem, but I want tonight to be about you.” I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed the palm. “Is that okay with you?”

  Miss J sighed as I kissed her palm one more and closed her eyes. “How could it not be?” A playful smirk danced across her lips. “Where do you want me?”

  A multitude of possibilities filtered through my horny brain, and I could happily take her any way she was offering. Instead of blurting at the plethora of possibilities, though, I reined in my hormones and need to bury myself in her. “Just as you are now. Naked and perfect.”

  My lips met hers in a brief kiss before I retreated to my bag of goodies.

  ~~~

  Orgasms three and four came swiftly and amazingly easily. I used a bunny clit stimulator and a dildo which I’d plunged in and out of her. That was the most difficult moment as I rammed the device into her, desperately wanting it to my dick that was buried deep inside of her. Miraculously, I restrained myself and kept my rock-hard dick in my pants, ignoring the throb. I knew it would be worth it, just as I knew when I finally had my moment with her, I wouldn’t last long.

  “I don’t think I can take anymore, Damon,” Miss J panted, her skin glistening under the moonlight and soft spray of lamp light.

  “Sure you can.” I sucked her rosebud nipple into my mouth, causing a delicious gasp to escape her kiss-swollen lips, lips which I was so tempted to have wrapped around my dick. I shook off the thought, however. Even an inkling of visualizing and remember the feeling of her mouth on me could easily be enough to push me over the edge. “Just two more, then one big finale…then you can rest.”

  Nodding, I continued working on her nipple before I released with a pop. “I need you on your knees.” Dutifully, she turned over with her peachy ass in the air. “You can rest your arms and head down if you’re too tired.” I directed her to flatten her forearms and rest her head, noticing her arms were shaking lightly with her blissful exhaustion.

  In this position, she was fully on display and open for me. Her pussy was beautifully swollen, enticing and beckoning me to fill her. I groaned at the thought, dick straining. Reaching over to the icebox where a few beers remained, I pulled at an ice cube. It was slippery, in the midst of melting. Placing it between my lips, I edged behind her and lowered myself so my face was directly in front of her waiting pussy. Holding on to her hips, I caressed her ass with my hands, edging in closer until I was at the right angle. Once in position, my mouth met her heat. Immediately, she screamed out and jerked forward.

  “Holy fuck!” she cried out.

  I could only imagine what the ice felt like against her hot pussy. Using the melting ice, still firmly in my mouth, I rubbed it against her opening and then circled her clit. All the while, her hips jerked as she rode the ice. With the ice finally disappearing but my mouth still cold, I pushed my tongue into her pussy before licking a cold line to her clit. Once there, I sucked her into my mouth, gently at first before I tugged harder.

  She writhed against my mouth, short soft gasps bursting out of her. Pulling my mouth away, I moved one hand to circle her clit while I used the other to grab more ice. The slippery cube in my hand, I trailed it once more around her clit and pussy before I pushed it inside her welcoming heat.

  Two fingers inside her, on top of the ice, her pussy walls clamped around my fingers and she screamed out. Her breath caught at the end of her scream before her cries of a jumble of words echoed around the open sea. “My God, yes, Damon. Fuck…oh…me, more, now…” Her words became increasingly unclear as my fingers worked and my mouth rested on her clit once more. I sucked, lapped and nibbled gently, helping her reach her peak. It took but a few short moments before she came loudly, clenching my fingers as her body grew taut.

  I decreased the pressure of my tongue and removed my fingers, allowing her to come down slowly, loving her shallow pants of soft cries. Once my mouth was away from her heat, she collapsed to our makeshift bed.

  Turning to her side, she patted the empty space beside her, looking thoroughly exhausted. I lay next to her, my hand on the curve of her hip, tracing light circles across her soft skin. I kissed the end of her nose. “You look beautiful like this.” And she did. Her hair was wild and natural, giving the phrase ‘just-fucked hair’ an awesome new meaning to me. Her eyes were closed, and a soft pink blush spread across her cheeks.

  Miss J peeked through her half-open eyelids. “I’m not sure about that,” she said on a half-whisper. “I’m exhausted and I look as though I’ve been fucked.” A smile traced her lips.

  I laughed and nodded. “Thoroughly,” I agreed. “That’s just one of the reasons why you look so irresistible.”

  A darker heat passed across her face and she closed her eyes once more. “You’re a dangerous man, Damon.” She sighed deeply.

  I knew straightaway why she’d uttered those words. I also knew it was a good thing I was leaving for college soon. Falling for Miss J would be one hell of a mistake to make. I would ensure my heart was locked away firmly, aware that the dangerous game we were playing, while fucking amazing, was exactly that—dangerous.

  Tension filled the air around us, hovering over our entwined bodies. While I craved the sexual chemistry between us, this deeper feeling filled me with unease. It was too risky. “Okay, just one more. You ready?” I leaned in and nibbled at her neck, needing to refocus on sex. Sex was ironically safe.

  She tilted her head giving me better access. “Okay,” she answered, her voice airy. “Just make it quick.”

  Loud laughter burst from me. “You know, most would want these things to take time.”

  She shook her head. “After five, I don’t need slow. I just need six so I can have you.” She turned so she was on her back. Half-leaning over her, my eyes met hers. “Okay.” I returned to her neck, leaving light licks and nips as I covered her slender throat. “I’ll try my hardest.” I grinned around my words and she released a chuckle.

  “Do your best, Damon.”

  It sounded like an awesome challenge to me.

  ~~~

  Weighing my options and the quickest way to get her off, I considered the paraphernalia in my bag. Surely, there was only so much I could do with a tongue and fingers, plus the collection of sex toys I had stashed. I wasn’t sure how much my tongue could last. While I loved my mouth on her, my jaw was honest-to-god aching, so I didn’t want to use it and not do a good job. On the flipside, however, I’d given her enough orgasms to know what she liked. I also knew there was enough tension in the air that it wouldn’t take much to make her explode.

  I hated the thought of rushing the process. Foreplay was fucking awesome with Miss J. Watching her unravel and knowing I was responsible was the ultimate high, yet, like her, I was also desperate to be balls-deep. Glancing at my bag once more, considering pulling out t
he anal dildo, I decided against it. Instead, I retrieved was sure to be an instant winner, something I knew she would enjoy and appreciate.

  Sometimes, it was simplicity that was by far the most effective, which was why, when I poured the massage oil into my hands, the fragrance greeting us made her sigh in relief. Her limbs were no doubt aching from the stretching and strain from the work I’d put her through. I knew that a massage would usually be slow, sensual work, but the way she was almost vibrating in expectation, the light work of my fingers on her skin would be enough.

  I indicated she should turn to lie on her front, which she did without hesitation. Once the oil touched her skin and my hands worked her back, she groaned, the scent of oranges swirling around us and mingling with the sea air. It was a refreshing, spicy aroma. I allowed my fingers to explore every inch of her skin, trailing along her neck, back and legs. When I made quick work of her feet, her sexy groan almost had me coming undone. It sounded exactly the same as the sex noises she made.

  “Turn over,” I instructed, my voice gruff and filled with need. On her back, my eyes roamed her curvaceous form while I explored her better with my hands, enjoying her smoothness. My hands on her breasts, I leaned closer and licked them both before blowing on them, enjoying how they hardened. “Touch yourself.” Her eyes on mine, I saw in my peripheral her hand trail down to the juncture between her legs. “Are you wet?” I proceeded to lavish her beautiful breasts with attention. Her hips bucked and she groaned, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth.

  She nodded. My eyes still on hers, I refused to be pulled by my desire to watch her fingers on her pussy, even though watching her hands on herself was so goddamn hot. In between my licks, bites and sucks of her breast and nipples, I asked, “Are you wet, Miss J?”

  She nodded again, still biting her lip. I so desperately wanted to be the one drawing her lip into my mouth.

  “Let me taste.” Her eyes widened, her breathing becoming labored. “Use your other hand to keep touching yourself. Don’t stop.” My voice was low, in need of a taste. Her hand moved to my mouth. I licked at her two glistening fingers and then drew them into my waiting mouth. Fuck, she tasted divine. I sucked hard, eyes still locked to hers. My fingers tweaked her nipples and the movement of her hand on her pussy increased.