tongue darts out of her mouth as she licks her lips. It takes every ounce of strength not to lean down and caress it with my own. When she tried to pry my lips open earlier, I didn’t allow it, knowing that I should at least feed her before throwing her into my bed. If I’d let her deepen the kiss, all bets would’ve been off, so instead, I’ve been rocking a hard dick for the last five minutes. Her eyes haven’t moved from mine, and I know she’s waiting to see what I’m going to do. In the end, I surprise her by doing nothing.
I let the moment pass and head to the freezer, pulling out a bottle of cinnamon whiskey. Lucy watches as I grab two double shot glasses, filling each to the brim. When I hand one to her, she cocks an eyebrow at me.
“You know there’s no need to liquor me up, Kale. We’re both adults here, and well, my coming over here dressed like this? Pretty much means I’m a sure thing.”
Shaking my head, I’m beginning to realize she’s not one to hold back. I like that in a woman. I’ve never been a mind reader, and it’s refreshing to have someone be boldly honest.
“As much as I’d love to take advantage of a sexy teacher, I’m not trying to liquor you up. Scout’s honor.”
She eyes me suspiciously when she sees that I can’t figure out the proper Scout’s salute. “Why do I find it hard to believe that you were ever a Boy Scout?”
I grin back at her and shrug. “Boy Scouts, badass Army soldier? Either way, I promise. I just want to toast. To new friendships.”
A wicked smile crosses her lips, and I want to kiss it right off her face. “Friendships, eh? Okay, Kale. To new…umm, friendships.”
She raises her glass, and we clink them together, the chime sounding loudly in the otherwise silent room. We watch each other as we down our shots, and she winces at the burn rolling down her throat. I grab both glasses and set them on the kitchen counter, enjoying the same burning sensation in my chest as the whiskey flows through me. I meant what I said. I’m not trying to liquor her up by any means, but in my experience, a little bit of alcohol can take the edge off a one-night stand. My stomach grumbles, and I decide to get back to the matter at hand.
“You want to cook?”
She looks like she’s trying to figure out what to say, and I’m waiting for her to say yes, despite my earlier command. Instead, she shakes her head then shrugs. “I’m in your home. We’ll do what you want. But tit for tat, Kale. Same rules apply when you’re in mine.”
Grinning, I move away to grab the pile of takeout menus off the top of the refrigerator. “So you’re expecting that I’ll be visiting your place, are you, Lucy?” I tease.
Her eyes sweep over my body, and once again, my cock strains against my jeans as she licks her lips. “That remains to be determined. We’ll see how good you are at…filling in those bubbles,” she says, shooting me a sexy wink.
If it weren’t for the fact that she’s Lily’s teacher—and that she seems like a chick I can see myself being friends with—I’d throw her over my shoulder and slip into her hot, drenched pussy, fucking her relentlessly as I call her Ms. Dawson.
Instead, I just shake my head, muttering, “Always hated those fucking Scantrons,” and she cracks up laughing. I turn to glare at her, and she gives me a seductive smile.
“Really? Why’s that, Kale? Did it take too much work filling in that one little bubble?” she purrs, causing me to drop the menus. It’s obvious she’s not going to let this go until I prove it. What Lucy Dawson is about to find out is that I can fill in A, B, C, D, and fucking E.
As I stalk towards her, she stands her ground, lifting her chin as if she’s challenging me to finally take this test. When I reach her, my hand comes up to cup her jaw and I lean down, pressing my lips against hers. She wraps her arms around my neck. As she pushes her hips into my groin, I feel her tongue against my
I let the moment pass and head to the freezer, pulling out a bottle of cinnamon whiskey. Lucy watches as I grab two double shot glasses, filling each to the brim. When I hand one to her, she cocks an eyebrow at me.
“You know there’s no need to liquor me up, Kale. We’re both adults here, and well, my coming over here dressed like this? Pretty much means I’m a sure thing.”
Shaking my head, I’m beginning to realize she’s not one to hold back. I like that in a woman. I’ve never been a mind reader, and it’s refreshing to have someone be boldly honest.
“As much as I’d love to take advantage of a sexy teacher, I’m not trying to liquor you up. Scout’s honor.”
She eyes me suspiciously when she sees that I can’t figure out the proper Scout’s salute. “Why do I find it hard to believe that you were ever a Boy Scout?”
I grin back at her and shrug. “Boy Scouts, badass Army soldier? Either way, I promise. I just want to toast. To new friendships.”
A wicked smile crosses her lips, and I want to kiss it right off her face. “Friendships, eh? Okay, Kale. To new…umm, friendships.”
She raises her glass, and we clink them together, the chime sounding loudly in the otherwise silent room. We watch each other as we down our shots, and she winces at the burn rolling down her throat. I grab both glasses and set them on the kitchen counter, enjoying the same burning sensation in my chest as the whiskey flows through me. I meant what I said. I’m not trying to liquor her up by any means, but in my experience, a little bit of alcohol can take the edge off a one-night stand. My stomach grumbles, and I decide to get back to the matter at hand.
“You want to cook?”
She looks like she’s trying to figure out what to say, and I’m waiting for her to say yes, despite my earlier command. Instead, she shakes her head then shrugs. “I’m in your home. We’ll do what you want. But tit for tat, Kale. Same rules apply when you’re in mine.”
Grinning, I move away to grab the pile of takeout menus off the top of the refrigerator. “So you’re expecting that I’ll be visiting your place, are you, Lucy?” I tease.
Her eyes sweep over my body, and once again, my cock strains against my jeans as she licks her lips. “That remains to be determined. We’ll see how good you are at…filling in those bubbles,” she says, shooting me a sexy wink.
If it weren’t for the fact that she’s Lily’s teacher—and that she seems like a chick I can see myself being friends with—I’d throw her over my shoulder and slip into her hot, drenched pussy, fucking her relentlessly as I call her Ms. Dawson.
Instead, I just shake my head, muttering, “Always hated those fucking Scantrons,” and she cracks up laughing. I turn to glare at her, and she gives me a seductive smile.
“Really? Why’s that, Kale? Did it take too much work filling in that one little bubble?” she purrs, causing me to drop the menus. It’s obvious she’s not going to let this go until I prove it. What Lucy Dawson is about to find out is that I can fill in A, B, C, D, and fucking E.
As I stalk towards her, she stands her ground, lifting her chin as if she’s challenging me to finally take this test. When I reach her, my hand comes up to cup her jaw and I lean down, pressing my lips against hers. She wraps her arms around my neck. As she pushes her hips into my groin, I feel her tongue against my
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