Teacher's Pet (A Taboo Short Book 1) (2 page)

And when Maddie smiled at me, just the smallest of smiles, I squeezed my hand around my dick like the sick motherfucker I was. Here I was, my classroom full of reading students, and I was locked in this heated, intense stare with the young woman, my student, that I’d been lusting after. And my dick was in my palm.

I knew I hadn’t imagined the fact she wanted me, or that she looked at me with this aroused gaze covering her face.

She leaned back in her seat, ran the pad of her thumb along her mouth, and sucked the digit between her lips. I maintained my composure, didn’t show any kind of emotion, but on the inside, I was this beast wanting to be set free, wanting to kick everyone out of class until it was just the two of us.

Maddie sucked on her finger and spread her legs; the way I was seated, and the fact she was directly across from me, gave me the most incredible shot of her lower body. She spread her creamy thighs, spread them wide enough that I got a glimpse of the white lace panties she wore, and could even see the little bow at the top of the elastic. I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to inflict pain, and the flavor of blood filled my mouth.

The bell rang and I snapped out of my fantasy, and yeah, I’d totally been fantasizing about catching a glimpse between those sweet fucking thighs of hers. At this rate, I’d have to go to the bathroom and rub one off.

All of the students got their things and left, but I kept my head down, not about to watch Maddie. It was a bad mistake that I’d thought about her in a lewd and crude manner while she sat there innocently. God, what I wanted to do between those creamy thighs was so filthy I could make an experienced pro blush.

When I heard the door shut, I closed my eyes and rested my elbows on the table. My head was killing me, my cock was hard, and my balls ached with the need to shoot off a load.

“My. Syler?”

The sound of Maddie’s soft voice had me snapping my head up and looking at her. She stood by the door, her backpack on, and her shirt stretched tight across her chest.

“Yes, Maddie?” I said cleared my throat.

“I was wondering if you had any extra study groups lined up?” she asked, reached into the purse that hung from her hand, and grabbed a tube of lip-gloss. As we stared at each other, she ran that slick and shiny as fuck gloss over her thick, plump lips. She looked so damn innocent. That made me even harder, knowing she was so fucking innocent in what she did.

My cock, which had gone down marginally, reared back to life at that image.

“I don’t have anything planned since the school year is almost out.” Fuck, my voice was so hoarse from my lust for her.

“Really? I have a project due next week, and if I don’t get a good grade in it it’ll really screw up my GPA. I’ve started and stopped, and it just doesn’t seem to be going in the right direction. I know you are one of the only teachers that does study groups outside of class, and I really was hoping to get your input on my project.”

I wanted to tell her I couldn’t help her, make up something that would have her leaving, giving me a reprieve from wanting her so damn badly. But I couldn’t say no to her.

“I can see you tonight, if you want?” I had to clear my throat again.

“Really?” She smiled. “That would be great. “Where should we meet?”

My house.

I pushed that thought right out of my fucking head.

“How about the public library? Say eight?”

She nodded. “Thanks again, Mr. Syler.”

I watched as she turned and walked away, that little skirt brushing the back of her thighs. If she’d bent over just a little, I’d get a prime shot of her ass, one that was round and perfect, and totally fuckable.

She left, and I sat there thinking about how I really wanted to jerk off, to ease the load that had settled in my balls. But I wasn’t going to do that, wasn’t going to be even more deranged in my need for her. I could get through this, get through tonight, and help her out. I was her teacher, after all.

I just hoped my arousal for her didn’t have me doing something that would totally fucking backfire.

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T
he public library wasn’t crowded just like I expected. I guess I was the only one who actually cared about studying. Mr. Syler didn’t have to help me, but he’d said yes, which was a huge relief. I had plans after high school. I wanted to go to college, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to study law, medicine, or business. It was all really confusing. Not to mention that having wet dreams about a guy who was way older than me, and totally hot, was also confusing.

At eighteen and on the verge of graduating, I should have been partying with people my own age, making out, having sex with guys. The biggest problem was I didn’t like any of my peers. They were total douchebags, immature, and didn’t actually know how to talk to a girl unless it was using some lame pick-up line. I’d heard several of the guys bragging about how they’d fucked one of the girls in my class, and not only that, they’d rated her. What kind of asshole rates a woman on how good she was in bed?

Yeah, the guys my age were total assholes.

That’s the difference: the guys at school were
boys
, straight up asses. But Mr. Syler was a
man
. I doubt he’d ever rate a woman for sex.

The moment I saw him, I couldn’t help but stop and watch him. There’s something commanding about his presence and the way he held himself. He’s self-assured, confident, and hot. He’s so insanely hot, and not just looks wise, but because he’s so intelligent.

Running fingers through my hair, I ignored my stupid feelings, and walked over to where he sat before taking a seat beside him. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“You’re not late, Maddie.”

“I had another paper to finish off, and I’m happy with it. Honestly, I only need help on the one, and I’d really like your input.” I paid careful attention not to touch him. I was so nervous, not because I thought he’d do anything
to
me, but because I have wanted Mr. Syler since I first transferred to this school.

During class, I’d find myself zoning out and fantasizing about him. They were always hot and filled with a lot of dirty sex. I’ve never been one to want a guy so badly that I was the one making the move, but with him, I could see myself doing just that. I wanted to catch his attention; I wanted him to notice me. It’s hard because I knew wanting him is so inappropriate and wanting him to return these feelings was even more so.

I glanced at his left hand and didn’t see a wedding band, but that didn’t mean wasn’t married or had a girlfriend.

“Are you married?”

The moment the words were out, I cringed. How damn rude could I be?

Mr. Syler seemed a little surprised at first, and then he shifted on the seat. Yeah, she’d been damn rude to ask that and now felt extremely uncomfortable.

“I’m not married, and I don’t have a girlfriend either.”

My cheeks heated up, and I just knew I was blushing. Glancing down at my work, I tried to figure out what to say.

There’s no way he wanted me, just no way. I was a silly schoolgirl compared to the women he meets. Pushing all of my insecurities aside, I concentrated for the next hour on my work. People came and went, and it got darker outside. The library seemed dead now, with only the sound of our combined breathing breaking up the silence.

Mr. Syler read through my work once I finished, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have his hands tracing down my body. I’ve never had sex before, but I knew I wanted it. I wanted my first time to be with him, a man I’m attracted to and respected, but then, I’d always want that.

Licking my lips, I wondered what it would be like to have his lips on mine. They looked firm and hard.

My pussy grew slick, and I pressed my thighs together. There’s a small gap between the table and me so I knew he saw what I’d just done.

His gaze went from the paper in his hand, to my pressed together thighs, and then to my face.

I bit my lip as I looked into his eyes, pleading with him to know what was going on inside my head. I didn’t want to get him in trouble. I wasn’t even seducing him to get a better grade. I wasn’t a cheater, and I believed in working hard for what I got. Part of me wished that he’d been married, or in a relationship. That would have ended any thoughts that I’d had of him, but he’s none of those things.

Crap, I was in so much trouble now.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“Nothing, Mr. Syler.” A blatant lie.

Silence fell between us for several seconds; it could have been minutes, I didn’t know. Mr. Syler kept looking at me, and then down at my thighs. I was so aroused that my panties had to be soaking; they just had to be.

I didn’t know what to do, and then, shocking me to my core, he reached out and placed his hand on my thigh, and everything just seemed to fall into place. I stared down as the tips of his fingers caressed my thigh.

“You’re shaking.”

I was, and I couldn’t seem to stop. This strength grew in me, and I wanted to show him how much I desired him, how wanton I was, and how much I wanted to be with him.

Opening my thighs, I placed my hand on top of his and moved it up until he was touching my pussy through my panties. Would he stop me, tell me this was wrong? We were essentially alone in the library since the librarian had gone out for something; it was a heady feeling.

There was no need for words, and I glanced around the library, making sure we were truly alone.

Suddenly, he jerked his hand away. “I’m sorry. That was deeply inappropriate. You’re my student.”

“Do you want me?” I asked, feeling blunt, wanting this more than I’ve ever wanted anything. When he didn’t answer me, I became so blatant that I even made myself blush. I pressed my hand to his cock, and was shocked, yet glad, that he was rock hard.

I’d done that. I’d made him hard.

He swallowed, his throat working as he watched me. “This is wrong.”

Maybe, but I didn’t want it to end.

He covered my hand with his, as I had with him. Only this time, he tried to push me away, but I wasn’t having any of it.

“Mr. Syler?”

He shocked me by pushing away from the table and gathering his stuff, and started to leave. I was angry that he wouldn’t talk to me, humiliated at how forward I’d been. However, I didn’t want him to ignore me either.

Grabbing my books and bag, I followed him out to his car.

“Mr. Syler?” I asked, rushing toward him.

It was dark out, the parking lot abandoned, and away from any light. I hated the dark, and I hated not seeing his reaction.

“Go home, Maddie. This is a mistake. You’re going to have to get another teacher to look over your work.”

Reaching out, I grabbed his arm. “I won’t tell anyone,” I whispered.

“You should. You should report my ass for being so fucking inappropriate.”

Licking my lips, I stepped up closer to him. I held onto his arm, and with my other, I touched his chest. “I want it; I’m not going to tell anyone, Mr. Syler. You’re safe. I wouldn’t dream of causing you that kind of trouble.” We held each other’s gaze for a suspended moment, and then I rose on my tiptoes. I pressed a kiss to his firm, masculine lips. “I shouldn’t have presumed that you’d want me,” I murmured against his mouth. We both knew he did with the way his body responded to my touch.

Taking a step back, I intended to walk away and forget about this silly little fantasy.

He had other plans. “Fuck, Maddie.” He grabbed my arm, dragged me back to his car, and pressed me against the vehicle. In the next second, his mouth was on mine, his hands roaming my body as if he couldn’t help himself.

Good, because I felt the same way. Dropping my books, I sank my hands into his short dark hair, and kissed him back with the same kind of passion he was showing me.

His hands caressed down my body to the bottom of my short skirt.

I gasped as he pressed his hand against my pussy. It didn’t matter to me where we were. All I cared about was how good his touch felt.

“You’re so fucking wet, Maddie; I can feel it through the fabric.”

“I want you, Mr. Syler,” I moaned out those words.

“You want me in your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck!” He pulled away, obviously torn.

“I’m not underage. I’ll be nineteen in a few months. This is okay.” I hated begging, but he was being the good guy, the one thinking clearly. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” I cupped his face and pressed my lips back against his. “Please, Mr. Syler, I want you. I want your dick inside my wet pussy.” I talked dirty and begged him because I wanted him that badly.

It took him a moment to answer, but then he said, “Get in the car.”

I picked my books up and climbed into his car, strapping into the seatbelt.

His hands were shaking, and I saw his cock was pressing hard against the front of his trousers. Leaning over, I stroked him through the fabric, feeling even bolder now than ever. “Do you want me to take care of that?”

“Fuck, Maddie, I can get in trouble.”

“Only if others find out and I’m not going to tell.” I knew he wouldn’t either. Tackling the belt of his trousers, I reached inside and took out his rock hard cock, stroking him. I marveled at his size. Mr. Syler wasn’t a small man, and I couldn’t wait for all that thickness to be pushing inside of me.