“Not good enough,” he said.
He pulled away, and Teal nearly whimpered in protest of him stopping, but she shouldn’t have made a sound as all he did was pick her up, which made her cry out. He carried her through to the bedroom and then dropped her down on the edge of the bed.
This time, as he knelt down, he removed his shirt, pulling it right over his head, showing off those thick muscles that were covered in ink.
“Tell me if you need me to stop. If I scare you. If this becomes too much for you.”
“I will.”
None of this was scary or too much.
He spread her legs wide and then his mouth was back on her pussy, and from this angle, it was so different.
She stared at the ceiling above her, but she grabbed the sheet beneath her as she tried to stay still.
The pleasure was too much. His tongue felt amazing.
Unlike with her own hands, she felt that pinnacle slowly starting to build. It was intense. The orgasm took her by surprise as one moment she felt that ache building to suddenly being catapulted over the edge into intense, all-consuming pleasure.
His name spilled from her lips, and Jaxson grabbed her hips, holding her in place. He continued to lick and suck at her clit, driving her higher, and before she knew what was happening, he’d sent her into a second orgasm.
Afterward, Jaxson pressed a kiss to her clit and then moved up her body.
Was this it? Was she finally going to have sex?
Jaxson cupped her face.
“What the fuck am I doing?” he asked.
Teal opened her mouth, closed it. That was mortifying. All she wanted to do was to get away.
With him knelt between her legs and both of his hands on either side of her head, he’d trapped her. Humiliation swamped her, and she tried to scramble away, but Jaxson was better prepared. He held her down to the bed.
“Let me go.”
“Damn it, Teal, hear me out.”
“You don’t want to be here, and I’m not going to force you. Let me the fuck out!” She yelled so hard and so loud that she hoped he’d get the message, but also that it would drown out her own heartache.
The first man she was with, and he didn’t want to be here.
How awful was that?
All she wanted was to get away from him. To go home, and then she was never going to go to school again. She’d tell her parents she was going to leave, find someplace else. Maybe even head back to England.
“I do want you, Teal. I want you so fucking much that trying to be a gentleman is killing me. You think I don’t want totaste you again? Do you think I don’t want to fuck you? To feel your tight cunt wrapped around my dick?” he asked.
Teal stopped fighting him. Tears had come to her eyes, and she hated how weak she felt to be crying in front of him.
“Shit, don’t do that. Don’t cry, baby. I didn’t want to make you cry.”
She sniffled. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry. This is all my fucking fault.” He shook his head. “I’m your teacher. It’s not that I don’t want you. I’ve prided myself on years of service. Of refusing young women, of not mixing business with pleasure. You’re the first person, Teal, that I haven’t been able to control myself with.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Trust me. All I want to do is fuck you. All I want to do is take you.” He pressed his face against her neck. “All the damn time. Your mother asked me to take care of you, and I should have told her that I’ve been craving her daughter. I’ve tried to stay away. I’ve tried to be a good neighbor, but Teal, I’m fucking drowning here. I don’t know what’s going on.”