Page 33 of Working for the Teacher

Ten minutes later, I pull off onto the gravel overlook that sits above the valley. The same place every kid in Forge Creek used to come to make out under the stars. Tonight it’s empty. Just us, the dark stretch of trees, and the distant scatter of lights below.

I kill the engine. Charlotte looks around, recognition settling on her face. “I know this place. I never went, though.”

I turn toward her. “Really?”

She shrugs, a little self-conscious. “I didn’t really have any guys interested in me in high school.”

I reach across the console and brush my knuckles along her jaw. “I was.”

She smiles, and I lean over and kiss her. Her hand finds the front of my shirt. Mine slides to the back of her neck. When we break apart we’re both breathing harder.

“But now you’re all grown up, Ms. Hayes. What can I do for you?”

Her breath catches at the use of her last name.

“Tell me.” I lean in, mouth brushing her neck. “What does Ms. Hayes want?”

She swallows. “You.”

I haul her across the seat until she’s straddling my lap, knees on either side of my hips. My hands shove her skirt up to her waist, and I drag her panties to the side.

“Fuck. Look at this. Already soaked for me.”

I slip two fingers inside. She gasps, hips rocking down onto my hand.

“I want to make you come first. Right here. With the windows fogging up and the whole valley below us. You have any idea what it does to me? Knowing I’m just the worker while you’re in the classroom teaching. And the whole time I’m thinking about this. About getting my hands under this skirt. About how I can fantasize about you all day, and then at night I get to pull you onto my lap and fuck you with my fingers exactly like this.”

She moans, already trembling. I thrust my fingers deeper.

“You like that, don’t you? Knowing I spend half the day, rock hard, thinking about the sounds you make when I finally get you alone.”

I shift her higher, lean her back against the steering wheel, and lower my mouth between her legs. The angle is tight, and I lick into her hard. The taste of her floods my mouth. She cries out, one hand flying to the headrest behind me.

“That’s it, Ms. Hayes. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good my tongue feels on this perfect cunt.”

I eat her like I’ve been starving for it all night, until she’s shaking and gasping my name.

“Come on my tongue. Now. Give it to me.”

She breaks with a broken cry, hips rolling against my mouth as the orgasm rips through her.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and free my cock from my jeans. She moans as I pull her down onto me in one deep thrust. I grip her hips hard and start thrusting up into her from below.

“Ride me,” I rasp.

She braces her hands on my shoulders and starts to move. I meet every stroke with a sharp upward thrust.

“Look at you. Fucking yourself on my cock.”

She moans louder, grinding down harder. I slip a hand between us and rub her clit.

“You’re going to come again,” I tell her. “I can feel it. Give it to me while I’m this deep.”

She starts to tighten, and I thrust up harder, chasing the same edge.

“Together,” I growl against her mouth. “Come with me. Right fucking now.”

She shatters with a cry, and I bury myself as deep as I can go and come hard.