He blinks and I see his anger pick up a notch. Yeah, he doesn’t like the idea that his ex does things with me that she wouldn’t do with him. Something to think about later, but right now I need to be focused because I think I’ve prodded the bull one too many times.
Tim roars and manages to break free from my hold, punching me straight on the nose, which burst and hurts like a fucker. He doesn’t get away from me though as I let my fists fly before I hear him say “now” as I start gaining an advantage.
Hands grab me from behind, and pulling me off the bastard, they replace his blows with their own.
I go down.
Chapter Eleven
Bianca
It’s been a week since my encounter with Mason, and since then I haven’t seen him. He hasn’t been in school and when I enquired about his whereabouts his best friend had closed me down.
I can’t help but be concerned about him. We’ve shared more than our bodies and no one can tell me otherwise. He doesn’t look like the kind of guy to fuck and hide. Fuck and run, yes, but not hide. So something is wrong and I intend to find out just what before the school day is over with.
As I watch the students arrive through the window, I let my thoughts drift back to us being in the stockroom after the best sex of my life.
Mason hadn’t been able to take his hands from me, or his lips, and if the time hadn’t been getting on, I’d have opened his jeans and pulled him out to pleasure me again. His cock had been hard as steel and seeing him coated with our joint release had made my legs go weak, or rather weaker than they already were after the strongest orgasm.
Hearing a throat being cleared behind me, I come quickly back to my senses and realize two things. One, my panties are wet and two, Mason is standing in the doorway to my office, looking all rumpled and sexy with bruising on his face.
What the hell!
“Oh my, God. What happened?” I ask, dashing around my desk.
“It’s nothing.” He won’t meet my eyes, but he moves further into my office, away from the open door and prying eyes.
Without thought, I reach out and caress his face. “Mason, this isn’t nothing. I’ve been really worried about you… I thought maybe, well, you regretted what happened between us.”
Mason reaches out and holds my hand against his face. “It’s why I’ve not been in. I didn’t want you to see me with how it was. It’s a lot better now, but…”
I don’t let him finish. Placing small kisses along his lips and jaw, I stop on his bruised, swollen cheek. “I wish you’d told me. Come to me. I’d have taken care of you. Who did this to you? Please tell me.”
“I’ll tell you later. Not here.” He sighs, placing his hands on my hips, slowly slipping them around onto my bottom and pulling me in against his body.
My arms wrap around his neck as I let out a sigh of pleasure. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper. “I shouldn’t and I don’t know what the hell is going on between us…”
“I missed you, too. That’s why I’m here today. I was going to wait until next week to come back, but I had to see you.” He kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry you thought I regretted being with you. I didn’t have any way of getting in touch and I sure as hell wasn’t asking David to pass on a message. The whole school would have known.”
Hearing his words, my heart does a little jump for joy. Stupid! How can I let him affect me the way he’s doing? And what do I do about Tim? He hasn’t left me alone this past week. Every time I turn around, he’s there. At the local grocery, the pharmacy, the gym and yesterday outside of the school. He’s starting to creep me out. I shudder in disgust, but end up shuddering in pleasure when Mason brings me back to the present by rubbing his hardened cock against my belly.
I can smell him. Not just his cologne, but him. All sexy six feet of him. Tim and his stalking temporarily forgotten, I push against Mason and let out a whimper. I’ve not only missed his touch this week, but I’ve missed his smile, his voice.
“Bianca,” he groans. “Take your panties off.”
I pause, feeling my dress start to slide up my thighs, I realize Mason isn’t waiting for me to do his bidding—he’s doing it for himself.
With my dress around my waist, he slides his hands inside my panties and slips them down my legs. “Step out.” I do, without a care or thought as to where we are.
He straightens, sniffs my panties and shoves them into his pocket and winces when he bumps against his dick with his hand. “I want you to teach the next class with me in it, minus your panties,” he whispers against my ear. “By the time the class is finished, I want you so wet and throbbing that you can’t wait to get my cock inside you.” He lifts the front of my dress and strokes against my hip. “All through the class, I’ll be sitting in my chair imagining you walking around with no clothes on, apart from that sexy bra you had on the other week, and thigh highs.” He slides a finger through my soaking pussy and dips inside my channel
. A shudder wracks my body as he nibbles my ear. “I’ll imagine bending you over your desk and fucking you with my hard as fuck dick until we both come so fucking hard neither of us can walk.” He withdraws his fingers and smooth’s my dress back down my legs.
Stepping away from me, he sucks his fingers into his mouth before rearranging his dick. Making sure his shirt is covering his arousal, he then walks out of my office to take his seat in the classroom while I’m left standing without panties and about to teach a class. This is so unprofessional. How the hell can I go out there with no panties on?” Who will know? The answer to that is there is only one person who will know and that will be the person who better keep his promise to fuck me.
It’s official. I’m loosing my mind. There is five years between us and he’s my student. No matter how many times I go over and over this in my head, I always end up wanting him and doing whatever he tells me too, which includes not wearing any panties to teach the class.
Feeling naughty, I grab a pencil from my desk and use it to pin my hair on top of my head and then I freshen my make-up, especially my red cherry popper lip-gloss. With a quick glance into my small mirror, I grin at myself knowing I look hot. We’ll see how long he lasts before he has to disappear to the restroom.