Page 20 of Working for the Teacher

Every muscle in my body goes tight. I turn back, and the way she’s looking at me sends a rush of heat straight to my cock. There’s no hesitation in her face now. No wondering if I’m reading this wrong.

She wants me.

I shove the glass door open and step straight into the spray fully dressed. Boots, jeans, shirt, everything. Water soaks through the fabric in seconds. She yelps, startled, but I already have her. My hands grip her whole body, one arm locked around her waist, the other fisting in her wet hair. My mouth finds hers hard. She opens for me immediately. Water runs into our mouths when we kiss.

“Fuck,” I growl against her lips, already grinding my denim-covered cock against her bare stomach. “I can’t even get out of these fucking clothes. I need you so bad.”

I reach between us and yank my zipper down, shove the soaked jeans and boxers just low enough to free my cock, and lift her thigh against my hip. The head of my cock finds her entrance. I push in with a single thrust that seats me all the way inside her. She cries out into my mouth. I swallow the sound and start fucking her like that, driving into her naked body with nothing held back.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she admits against my mouth.

Her head tips back against the tile. One of my hands slides up her side and rests at the base of her throat. She curls her fingers around my wrist and presses my hand tighter.

“I like it,” she whispers.

I squeeze just enough to make her eyes flutter and push into her harder. Water pounds over us.

“Listen to you,” I rasp against her ear. “Taking my cock so fucking deep? Is this what you needed?”

“Yes,” she moans. “God, yes.”

I shift the angle and drive up into her so hard her back slides an inch up the tile. The wet slap of skin echoes under the spray. My free hand digs into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her open so I can bury myself even deeper.

“This is what you needed after today, isn’t it? Someone to fuck the thoughts right out of your head. Someone to fill this pretty cunt until you can’t think about anything else.”

She nods frantically, nails scraping over the soaked fabric of my shirt. I feel her start to tighten. Her breaths come shorter. Her thighs shake around my hip.

“That’s it. Clench around me. Let me feel how close you are.” I tighten my grip on her throat just a fraction more and pound into her in short, brutal strokes that grind against her clit with every thrust. “Come on my cock right fucking now. Soak me while the water’s still running.”

She shatters with a scream. Her whole body seizes. I feel every pulse of her orgasm pulling me deeper. I keep thrusting through it, chasing the same edge.

“Fuck, Charlotte, look at you coming so hard. Taking every inch like a good girl. I’m going to come. Fuck.”

My rhythm turns frantic. I slam into her one last time and I empty myself inside her in thick pulses, growling against her mouth and forcing every drop as deep as it can go.

I should feel spent. But I don’t. The opposite happens. Something darker and hungrier rises in its place. I just came harder than I ever have and all I can think about is fucking her again. Deeper. Harder. Until neither of us can walk.

She’s still leaning against the tile, whimpering softly, legs trembling around me when I reach out and shut off the water. I pull out of her slowly, watching come and water drip down her thighs.

I step back just far enough to strip. Shirt first, peeling the wet fabric off my shoulders and letting it hit the floor with a heavy slap. Then the boots, toed off one after the other. Jeans and boxers next, shoved down and kicked aside. Everything lands in a soaked pile.

I step in close again, one hand sliding around her waist.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Her eyes open wider. “What?”

I haul her out of the shower by the waist, spin her toward the sink, and bend her forward so her hands land on the counter. My cock presses against the curve of her ass.

“Look in the mirror.”

She lifts her head. Our reflections stare back.

I take my cock in hand and drag the head through the mess between her thighs, tracing her cunt slowly, coating myself in everything I just left inside her.

“Do you want this again?”

“Yes.”