Wicked Teacher (2 page)

Aiden’s eyes had not left Eva while he spoke and he could see her breaths were coming faster now. Her breasts strained against her shirt as she inhaled deeply. Aiden noticed the tiny peaks of her nipples as they became erect. Like seductive nubs, they pressed into both the lace of her bra and the white linen of her school shirt.

Eva’s cheeks had flushed a dark red. Every physical aspect pointed towards her arousal—her peaked nipples, her hasty breaths, the redness of her skin. Desire and a wicked excitement also accelerated his own heart.

He desperately wanted to delve his fingers beneath her panties, dip into her pussy and find out exactly how wet she had become during their exchange. Needing to know she ached for him as much as he lusted after her, Aiden stood.

Immediately Eva’s gaze flew to his crotch and Aiden struggled to not smirk. Her eyes widened at his obvious erection. Aiden relished the swift, sharp inhalation of air she took and he wondered curiously what, exactly, she was thinking. Some of her heightened colour faded, but Aiden could swear the faint glow in her gaze held curiosity and maybe even a small thrill of challenge in them.

Aiden exulted as he watched her expressive face. Eva did not turn away, neither did she call out for assistance or do anything which would stop this most intimate of lessons. He presumed a girl such as she might be feeling some trepidation, especially now she could see the obvious result of his arousal, but she did not shrink from him or appear to want to escape. That pleased him immeasurably.

Pride and fierce hunger welled deep inside him. His little schoolgirl had not been scared away. Indeed she looked almost
enticed
by what he so blatantly offered. Aiden walked around the large battered desk and came to stand in front of her, his ass resting back against the solid wood.

“Take out my prick,” Aiden ordered softly.

For a moment Eva simply stared up at him, her eyes searching his. Aiden held her gaze steadily, not prepared to appear weak by repeating himself unless she pushed him.

He did not force her or reach out to touch her in any way. He knew he held the power in this situation. Aiden didn’t doubt Eva would do what he said as soon as she’d made her own decision.

Like he had expected, a moment later Eva sat forward and reached her hand out. His mouth dried with fierce hunger when she touched him for the first time. Her strokes were curious and naïve, eager in an unconscious manner. Aiden relished the innocence her motion conveyed.

Aiden’s head whirled almost drunkenly as Eva showed him her own seductively intoxicating brand of eroticism. He caught his breath when she continued to touch him intimately, lost in the swirl of her feminine power.

* * * *

Eva’s heart was beating quickly, accelerating madly as her desire spiked. A part of her wondered that the organ didn’t burst free. She had lusted after Mr Traverns—Aiden—for so long and now finally,
finally,
here she was. Alone with him in his office. Her hand lay on the waistband of his slacks, all her many questions and daydreams about to be answered and fulfilled.

She lifted her eyes to take a glance at her teacher before she continued that last step from being a mere student to becoming much, much more. Aiden watched her, his face pale, his gaze heavy, unblinking. His dark eyes burned with need and barely repressed lust. His face was full of planes and angles, a study of aquiline masculinity.

Dark strands of black hair framed his face, but it was his voice and eyes which called to something deep within her. This man was not a traditional form of handsome. His features were too rigid for that, too unbending. But the low, smooth tone of his voice could tempt a nun to fling her panties at his feet and beg to be fucked hard.

Day after day she had sat in his classes, trying to tease and tempt him in every way imaginable. Eva could so clearly see the warmth beneath his harsh exterior. She could feel the darkly erotic potential of sated fantasies, and even fulfilment she couldn’t have previously dreamed of within his glances, and the sensuality his double-edged words conveyed.

It all combined into a potent, powerful aphrodisiac that drove Eva wild and spurred her on to try even harder to capture his attention for herself. She craved this wicked awakening inside her body, something she had come to realise only Mr Traverns could give to her—not the boys in her class.

So now she had finally found her opening. Her heart pounded furiously in her excitement, her face flushed with a mixture of fear and arousal. Eva had a good understanding of what lay ahead of them, but her imagination had worked overtime fantasising about what might occur when this moment finally arrived.

She couldn’t wait to explore the decadent sexual pleasures that a man and a girl could share. Eva lowered her gaze again, pleased to still feel Aiden’s eyes hotly upon her. With a deep breath, Eva forced her hands not to shake as she unbuckled his belt. In no way did she want to look incompetent, or as if she had never done this before.

With pride, she noticed her hands did indeed remain steady while she tugged his trousers apart. Pushing his slacks and briefs down, she detected a faintly musky, very masculine scent. Her mouth watered, the intimacy of this moment thrilling her.

Eva stared at his erection when it bobbed free in the air. Enormously thick and long, his girth shook some of her confidence. She was not uneducated—Eva knew exactly how sex occurred. Still, now she actually saw him unrestrained by his clothes, Eva guessed that the chances of Aiden fitting ‘comfortably’ inside her as some of her school friends had whispered about were very low.

Part eager, part fearful, Eva stroked her hand up and down the length of his shaft. She loved how his cock felt simultaneously hard and smooth. Warmth radiated from his supple skin. When she tried to circle her fingers around the base of his shaft, Eva found she couldn’t close her hand into a fist.

Initially she caressed Aiden in a smooth gliding motion from base to tip with just the one hand. After a couple of attempts, Eva discovered she couldn’t hold him as firmly as she would like. Scooting closer to the edge of the chair, Eva positioned herself between Aiden’s spread legs and lifted her other hand to his groin.

With both hands now wrapped tightly around his shaft, she fisted him. Pumping her hands up and down, she stroked him. Aiden’s head tilted back and a small, crooning sound fell from his lips. Eva’s heart raced at this audible proof she could give him pleasure. Much of her hesitancy disappeared, her confidence grew.

In class Mr Traverns was not one to hand out praise unreservedly. She had not expected him to become some flowery-prosed partner, effusive in his approval. Eva cherished that small cry and the physical proof in her hands of her effect upon him.

Actions, not necessarily words, were what she knew Aiden could and would give to her. And while many boys she knew might wax lyrical or sigh wistfully into her ear, right now it was action which Eva required.

Licking her lips in anticipation of further pleasure, Eva wished she could absorb the hissed sound of strained pleasure that now escaped Aiden’s lips. Curious, she grew bolder and began to explore. Experimentally, she caressed her fingers over the top of his cockhead. Slick with his pre-cum, the sensitive tip felt hot to her touch.

Her fingers were now wet and sticky with the thin fluid of Aiden’s juices, and Eva pressed her hands down tightly on his shaft. She moved down his length, memorising every bump, ridge and vein along his thick and impossibly long cock. Her breaths were coming in fast gasps and she could hear Aiden panting more heavily as well.

As arousal blossomed through her body, Eva’s movements became slower, jerkier. The tingling that had begun as a faint flicker down in her pussy lips ignited into a fierce burning. She yearned to touch herself—or better yet, for Aiden to caress her, lick her and suck her clit or lower lips into his hot mouth.

Eva watched the slick, red head of Aiden’s prick penetrate the hole created by her two hands. His hips did not cant upwards; she still worked him with increasing pressure. Despite his evident arousal, Aiden was not yet lost enough to thrust himself up into her. Something about the tightness of Aiden’s jaw muscles suggested to Eva that he was struggling within himself.

It was as she shifted her position slightly on the hard wooden chair that Eva caught a fleeting glance of Aiden’s hands. His fingers were gripping the edge of the desk. His digits looked as if they should cramp from the force he exerted. The knuckles of his hands were white with the strain.

Eva realised Aiden was holding back for her. The evident effort it cost him to cling to the desk, to effectively restrain his hands, touched her deeply. All too often she had heard other girls whispering about how the boys pawed at them, grabbing at them as if they needed to get as much as they could as quickly as possible.

To see her teacher hold himself back added weight to what she had already decided for herself. Despite his sometimes harsh, unyielding demeanour, Aiden was not an abusive or cruel man. He was not mean, or vindictive. Prince Charming he was not, but neither did she think he would purposely hurt her—at least not in a manner she didn’t secretly burn for.

Eva could see such depth to him, such darkness that called to a small part of her soul. It had been this knowledge, coupled with a desperate hunger for the man to possess her body and introduce her to sexual pleasures she could only dream of, that had given her the brazen courage to close the door to his office and willingly walk into this particular detention.

She knew from carefully watching him that this man could teach her things. Eva saw a vast pool of potential knowledge in the darkness that lurked beneath his eyes and the arrogant tilt to the corner of his mouth. His every mannerism insisted silently to her that he knew secrets—lewd, deliciously degrading things that would have her screaming as she came hard against his hand or mouth or impaled upon his cock. Aiden Traverns tempted her unbearably without even knowing it.

It was experience of these things, a lust for the darker side to passion that had urged her to offer herself to this man as best she knew how. Eva knew enough about her own body and her appeal to recognise the lust and desire that shone within Aiden’s eyes. She wanted to learn everything. More than that, she burned to have this man teach her in the forbidden, secret ways of love, pain and pleasure.

Eva’s breath caught as she continued to caress him. She didn’t want him to hold back with her. Her mouth watered with desire. She let numerous fantasies flit through her mind. She wanted to fall to her knees and lower her mouth, stretch her lips wide around his bulbous head and suck him down her throat.

She wanted him to press deep inside her body, fuck her mouth raw and then shove her over the edge of his desk and pound her pussy until he filled her with his seed. Eva yearned to be taken, possessed and fucked until she could only scream and plead, beg for more and never have the experience end.

A dark, hidden part of her even longed for the pain he could bring her. While not too tiny, she was a slender, petite girl. He could make the pain pleasurable for her, Eva had no doubt. He could fill her, stretch her, possess her every orifice and leave her stiff and sore afterwards in memory of their time together.

Eva swallowed hard, craving this penetration and possession hungrily. She wanted to feel what it would be like to have his shaft slide into her pussy and then pound up her ass, stretch her until she could think of nothing else but him inside her. Secretly, down in the darkest corner of her soul, Eva wanted Aiden to push her, force her,
use
her and show her each and every way they could be together as a man and girl.

She wanted it all, and then some.

Lust, hot and wet, pooled in her pussy. Her panties grew damp and the musk of her arousal mingled with the intimate, more masculine scent of Aiden’s pre-cum. Eva’s mouth watered as she wondered what his juice would taste like. She had tasted her own essence before—a light, salty kind of cream.

Both her hands were now liberally coated with Aiden’s pre-cum. Eva lifted one hand, struggling with the other to continue to encompass his width. Eva opened her mouth and sucked on one of her wet fingers.

As she tasted the salty, creamy liquid she heard a harsh hiss. Eva lifted her eyes and was immediately caught in the heated gaze of Aiden’s stare. His eyes burned into her, hungry and shining with lustful desire. The sound had come from him, a hastily bitten off cry that piqued her curiosity.

Again, more slowly this time, Eva opened her lips to release her finger and then slowly inserted another. She sucked hard on the digit, her cheeks hollowing as she mimicked the fucking motion. Her gaze didn’t waver from his, their eyes locked together passionately.

Eva released her finger with a wet
pop
sound and pressed a third into her mouth. She made as much of a show of it as she could. The sound of Aiden sucking in a deep breath filled his office. He scorched her hotly with his gaze.

A part of her mind knew this man could be dangerous under the wrong circumstances, but Eva did not feel afraid of him—or not afraid in a physical sense. He was much bigger than her, stronger and more powerful, yet she clearly saw that she had her own power here too. He was as violently affected by her as she was by him. She was not some innocent about to be raped or taken against her will.

She wanted this, needed every intimacy with him. Aiden could give her exactly what she desired and Eva had every intention of pushing him to the brink until she’d given him everything he needed in return. Consequences be damned.

Aiden growled as Eva thrust her finger inside her mouth again, fucking herself decadently for both their pleasure. He reached out and circled his fingers around her wrist, pulling her hand down from her lips. Eva pouted but didn’t make a sound. She understood there was a difference between pushing his indulgence of her and irritating him.

Eva took in every aspect of Aiden’s face and believed she had reached the limit of how far she could go. While obviously still in control of himself, she thought she’d finally managed to work him up so he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer.