A Treat for the Teacher (Lessons in Lust #3) (2 page)

“I have no idea how you’re going to top that orgasm tonight.” She adjusted her clothing and kissed my lips lightly as she made her way to the door. I knew class would be starting any minute.

“Is that a challenge?” I arched my brow with a smirk.

Hand on the door handle, she gave me a playful wink. “Sure is.”

She laughed as she stepped out the room, closing the door behind her and leaving me alone to go over my plans for the evening.

I knew our time of meeting together we limited. School would be out soon, and I would be spending the summer away before attending college. I needed to make every moment count, and different. I grinned at the thought and looked at my watch, wondering if I should skip last period to get myself organized. Deciding it would raise too many questions from my buddies if I ditched without them, I headed out to class, all the time running over the evening’s plan and the treat I had in store for my teacher.

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I arrived at the dock and my dad’s boat about an hour early, so I had plenty of time to set things up. While I knew there wasn’t a need to seduce Miss J, since the whole reason for meeting was so we could fuck, I still wanted to push what we had to something new and something more. Miss J was my training ground for my college years. She’d made sure not only that I’d pass Math, but more importantly, women would be lining up gagging for my expertise. At least, that was the plan. Knowing my luck, I’d head to college and stumble upon the girl of my dreams, and my mission would become solely focused on her pleasure for the rest of my days. Either way, bringing women to orgasm, making sure they experienced that all-time high, was mind-blowing. What I was doing with Miss J was just a flavor of that, of my future, and a fucking awesome one.

By the time Miss J arrived, I was bouncing in anticipation and impatience. She was right on time. Welcoming her onboard, I quickly led her to a comfortable seat and started the engine, taking us away from shore. The moon was brilliant in the cloudless sky, and the further we moved away from the lights lining the coastline, the brighter the stars shone down on us. Glancing over my shoulder, I grinned at her beauty and wonder. Her head tilted back, she admired the beauty of the night sky, while I looked on and absorbed the beauty of her.

Dressed in a knee-length dress, which looked soft, she appeared young and innocent. The thought made me smile, knowing she had possibly ten years on top of my eighteen, and she was far from innocent. Regardless, under the glow of the moon and stars, I’d never seen her look so stunning. The only thing that would complete the perfect vision before me was by adding her soft screams to the night.

My task was to give her a treat she would never forget, a gift of sorts. This took the form of my mission to give her at least six orgasms, eight if I could push it. I had a supply of toys to play with her, already envisioning her writhing and moaning in ecstasy when I made her come hard. The night would also be a test for me of sorts. My plan was not to fuck her until the last possible moment. I’d also try my hardest not to come until I dragged at least six of her needy screams from her soft, hot body. I couldn’t wait to get started.

Having been on the water for about twenty minutes, we were finally safe enough that I could start to play. No one would hear her cries at this distance. While we weren’t that far from the land itself, we’d travelled north, following the coastline and heading away from any inhabited areas.

Cutting the engine, I lowered the anchor and made my way to Miss J. She smiled up at me from her seat. With the moon, the stars and the soft light from a lantern I’d secured to the boat, she looked needy, wanton, and all forms of fuckable. Winking at her, I moved to the half-cabin and pulled out some of my supplies. I wanted us to be under the gentle glow of the moon, out in the open. I didn’t think there would be a sexier sound than hearing her screams echoing around the lapping water.

Back on deck, I lay out the thick blankets, pillows and my bag. While I could happily be without creature comforts and take her hard, we’d done it in a dusty old storeroom earlier. I could at least attempt to set comfort as part of the mood.

On my knees, I gestured her to me. She stood and made her way over silently, a small smile playing on her lips and a questioning quirk on her brow. Once she stood directly before me, so my face was level with her smooth, soft stomach, I reached out and held her waist. Pulling her toward me, I skirted my hands up her legs, from her ankles, up her calves, to her thighs, so my hands rested on her bare ass. I grinned when I realized that, once again, she was without panties.

I stood and pulled her dress with me so it lifted high above her head. Her breasts free and her nakedness on display before me, I didn’t even attempt to hold back my groan of desire. She was one hot woman, all curves and milky softness. Her arms in the air, I removed her dress completely and dropped it behind her before swooping in for a kiss. My kiss could have easily been hard; it would have been if I’d listened to the need of my aching dick, but I wanted the night to be about her. Instead, I parted her lips with mine in a gentle caress. I held back from forcing my tongue into her mouth and instead, occasionally flicked out to allow our tongues to touch in the smoothest of caresses.

That time, it was her gentle moans and pants which filled the night sky as she leaned herself against me impossibly close. My hardness pushed against her stomach and she wriggled against me at the contact, no doubt my clothing giving her some sort of friction. Angling my body from her by just an inch, she attempted to stop me. I laughed lightly against her lips, pulling my mouth from hers and looking down at her.

“Feeling impatient?”

She nodded, her eyes hooded and her lips in a just-kissed pout. “I need you inside me.”

I gulped.

“I want you to fuck me, Damon. So hard, and now.”

Holy shit!
It took all of my restraint, something I was amazed I had, not to give in. At eighteen, my experience was fairly limited and hearing a woman, especially a woman as hot as Miss J, ask me to fuck her, I was on the edge of dragging her to the blankets and taking her hard and fast. Not answering, for fear of my voice cracking in desire, my mouth returned to hers. This time, I didn’t hold back. Our kiss was fierce and passionate as our tongues tangled. I trailed one hand to her a waiting breast and took the weight in my hand, marveling at the fullness. Kissing a trail down her neck, my second hand took hold of her same breast. I held on to it with both hands with a firm grip and squeezed lightly as I latch my mouth over her peaked nipple. Wrapping my tongue around it, I proceeded to suck. I was relentless in my sucking and nipping of her breast, loving taking of much of her in as possible.

Her hips gyrated against me, seeking so much more. Removing my mouth, I sunk to my knees and lifted one of her legs to rest on my shoulder. I looked up at her for a split second, reveling in the desire dancing across her face. Without pre amble, my mouth was on her heat, causing a beautiful squeak and gasp. Immediately her gyrating continued as she fucked my face. I pushed my longue into her opening as deep as I could go, placing one hand on her ass for leverage, and one on her thigh. As soon as my fingers made contact with her clit, her moving hips lost rhythm. Switching my mouth for my fingers, I licked from her opening to her swollen clit, swallowing her flowing juices as I did so. I made my tongue taut as I flicked against her clit as fast as my tongue would allow. At the same time I sucked her engorged nub in my mouth, I slid two fingers into her wet pussy.

At the intrusion both of her hands clamped on my hand and she cried out. Soon she was panting her need. “Yes, Damon, fucking yes. That’s it, baby. Fuck yes!” It was the first time she’d called me baby, spurring my tongue and fingers on. I rocked my head side-to-side trying to get even closer, even deeper inside her. Her body vibrated in need and her legs shook. She was on the precipice of spiraling out of control and falling into orgasm. Knowing what she needed, my fingers stopped plunging in and out of her and instead, I hooked my fingers inside her, aiming for her G-spot. Her soft walls grasped my fingers, sucking them into her as she screamed out her release. Unravelling around my fingers and mouth, I continued to lap and suck at her clit and press against her G-spot until gentle shudders racked her body.

Spent, she sagged against me. Removing my mouth and fingers, I helped her to the blankets, lowering her down. A lazy grin played on her lips. “I’m ready for your cock now, Damon. Damn am I ready.”

I laughed and leaned over to my bag of treats. Pulling out the toy I was after, Miss J raised her brow in question at my movement and silence. Grabbing two pillows, I knelt before her, lifted her hips and grabbing two pillows, placed them under her ass.

“That was one.”

“One what?”

“Just number one.” Brow still quirked, she waited for me to explain myself. “One orgasm.” Still, she waited. “Tonight, I won’t be fucking you until you’ve had at least six orgasms. Only then will I give you my dick. You’ll be begging for it.”

Her eyes widened in desire and maybe a little of alarm. “I can beg now.”

I laughed. “I know. Feel free to. There’s nothing sexier than hearing you beg for my dick. It’ll help me work harder at reaching my goal.” As I spoke, I switched on the small bullet in my hand, feeling the vibration around my fingers. Without explaining or her seeing what I intended, I pressed it against her clit. While I wanted six out of her, I knew I also wanted in as soon as possible. There was a lot to be said for slow and sensual, I was sure, but when my dick was already hard and desperate for release, I had no issues with dragging her orgasms out of her as quickly as possible.

She gasped and her mouth formed a delicious ‘O’ when the vibration hit her swollen clit. “Fuck!” she cried out. Her hips lifted and pumped the air as I pressed the silver bullet harder against her sex before swirling it around. Unable to resist, my mouth joined in, loving the unique flavor which was Miss J.

I’d tasted a few pussies over the last couple of years, but by far she was the sweetest, and her cries were most definitely the hottest.

With both my tongue and the clit stimulator at work, Miss J was well on her way to reaching her second orgasm. When I’d made the decision to give her a treat, I’d researched a few to get her peaking fast. The nifty silver bullet which was currently working wonders on her clit and pushing her swiftly over the edge was a fucking awesome investment. Her pussy walls were already clamping around my tongue, her gasps becoming increasingly heavy while her screams were music to my ears. Rolling the sides of my tongue together so it formed a rigid tube, I slid it in and out of Miss J’s pussy while pressing my lips into her, creating a delicious wet suction. I started slowly and then picked up the pace, thrilling in her needy whimpers.

Removing my tongue, I inserted two fingers, searching for her G-spot as I kissed my way up her stomach to latch my mouth against her breast. All the while, the magic piece of silver in my hand remained hard at work. Once I lathed her nipple and sucked firmly, she came hard around my fingers, her scream growing louder and echoing around the empty water.

Easing out of her orgasm, I smiled around my kisses and made my way to her mouth, enjoying a sweet kiss. Removing my fingers from her wet sex and placing the clit stimulator to the side, I sat up and looked down at Miss J. “Two.” I grinned, with a self-satisfied smirk.

She rolled her eyes before returning my smile and sighing contently.

“Do you need a drink?” I asked, absorbing her half-mast eyes and tangled hair. She looked sated and truly satisfied. My own satisfaction flooded through me, knowing I was the reason behind her genuine smile and just-come hair. I couldn’t wait to be planted inside her, but I needed to squeeze out four more before I allowed myself the luxury.

Miss J nodded and sat up while I reached into my bag and pulled out a bottle of water.

“I do have beer if you prefer, or wine?”

She smiled and shook her head, taking the offered water. “No, this is perfect. Thank you.” Taking a large gulp, I was mesmerized by her soft sigh as she enjoyed the cold water. I lifted my own bottle to my mouth and enjoyed the coolness. 

Putting the cap back on her bottle, she smiled across at me. “You’re still dressed.” She lifted her brows in question.

Smirking across at her, I pulled off my t-shirt. “This is as much as you’re going to get for the time being.”

“Why’s that?”

“If my dick is free, I’ll be far too tempted to throw you down and take you hard.”

Quirking a brow again, she reached out and touched my chest. “And that’s a problem why?”

I shrugged and placed my hand over hers, stopping the teasing glide of her hand. “Not a problem, but I want tonight to be about you.” I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed the palm. “Is that okay with you?” 

Miss J sighed as I kissed her palm one more and closed her eyes. “How could it not be?” A playful smirk danced across her lips. “Where do you want me?”

A multitude of possibilities filtered through my horny brain, and I could happily take her any way she was offering. Instead of blurting at the plethora of possibilities, though, I reined in my hormones and need to bury myself in her. “Just as you are now. Naked and perfect.”

My lips met hers in a brief kiss before I retreated to my bag of goodies.   

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Orgasms three and four came swiftly and amazingly easily. I used a bunny clit stimulator and a dildo which I’d plunged in and out of her. That was the most difficult moment as I rammed the device into her, desperately wanting it to my dick that was buried deep inside of her. Miraculously, I restrained myself and kept my rock-hard dick in my pants, ignoring the throb. I knew it would be worth it, just as I knew when I finally had my moment with her, I wouldn’t last long.