Teacher's Pet Complete Series (38 page)

If only I could believe him.

The hotel where my parents were staying was just off University Avenue, and one I hadn’t noticed before. It was landscaped with hardy greenery and desert flowers that could withstand the dry climate. Beneath the portico at the impressive entrance, valets swiftly and efficiently transitioned very important people wearing business suits and sleek, fancy dresses in and out of their cars. It was crazy busy for a quaint little hotel downtown that wasn’t much bigger than half a block.

The stucco building stood a mere four stories high, with arched windows and arches along the walkways and entrances that gave it a picturesque European look I found pleasing. Despite its size, it was obviously high-quality hospitality.

The outside walls were painted a Caribbean coral. My eyes scanned upward to upper floors with Juliet balconies and black wrought iron railings. We breezed through quiet automatic doors, and we passed tall stone columns upon entering the echoing, marble-tiled lobby. Inside was less bustle and fuss, with few people milling around the open area. Polite staff greeted guests at the reservation desk. I glanced around at the attractive furniture, area rugs, and paintings. I smiled at Dane, this time for real. His taste was impeccable.

“My parents are staying here?”

“Yup, I set them up in one of the best rooms. The other one I selfishly took for myself. I was hoping we could share it, at least part time when your parents are sleep, but I reserved another for you. I guess you won’t need it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you already had it reserved. I don’t want you to waste money.”

“I didn’t. Spending money on your happiness is never a waste. I’m just sorry I didn’t get a chance to try and spoil you sooner.” Dane’s face softened as he gazed at me, and sincerity darkened his eyes. I guess he wasn’t mad, after all.

I felt like I was important. He had a way of doing that to me. As we walked through the lobby, I caught glances here and there from guests. They appeared suspicious of me, and disdainful. They knew I didn’t belong in a place like this, or it may have been me feeling that I didn’t. I wasn’t from Dane’s world of money and prestige. Still, I walked on, checking my insecurities, squeezing Dane’s hand without realizing until he squeezed back.

“You nervous?” he asked, smiling down at me.

“I look so simple and plain right now.”

“Simply beautiful, and there’s nothing plain about you.”

We took the stairs so I could relish the experience of the place, the huge chandeliers, the fashionably dressed guests, the confidence that seemed exclusively bestowed to the rich.
One day
, I said to myself. I knew with my intelligence and determination, one day it would be me feeling like the cream of the crop, the rich upper crust. I’d do my damndest to succeed and shed the sense of not being good enough.

We made our way to the right floor, and I knocked on my parents’ door…waited, knocked a few times again. There was no answer.

“I told you I haven’t seen them since this morning when I helped them rent a car. I think your parents are sparking the fires again.” He chuckled salaciously, and I hit him.

“Ugh, Dane! Some things I’d prefer not to think about concerning my parents.”

“What? I’m serious. You should’ve seen them this morning. Your mother’s face was glowing. Your father’s chest was sticking out like a rooster ready to crow at the sun. I think he would have if he wasn’t in public. I guessing they got it on last night.”

“They didn’t, and that’s gross. Besides, they’ve been separated for years.”

“Well, sometimes things once torn asunder come together again when in close proximity. I plan on putting that to the test pretty soon.”

“You know what they say about the best-laid plans?” We turned away from my parents’ room and started back down the long, plushy carpeted corridor.

Dane replied, “Yeah, they come together, when two people are willing. The question is, are you willing to come together?”

What happened next took my mind off every concern I had, except for Dane. As soon as the keycard was slipped into the lock, it beeped and the room door opened. Dane rushed me inside with his hand pressed to the small of my back. The door slammed shut behind us, and he started caressing my breasts, his arms snaking around me, unhooking my bra. It was like he had two pairs of hands all over me, exquisitely touching, caressing, massaging me into a frenzy.

My breasts fell with relief from the bondage of my bra as his fingertips circled lightly around my nipples. My head fell back into his chest. I withdrew my arms from the sleeves of my dress and pushed the cherished black Valentino garment (that accented my assets and hid all my flaws) over the span of my hips.

Dane grabbed a hold of the dress and peeled it to my ankles, causing me to misstep. I stumbled back and almost fell to the floor before he wrapped his arms back around me, and I felt safe and secure, nestled in his strength. My spine arched as his hot mouth descended to kiss my long, slender throat. A breath hitched in my chest and my nerves felt raw. I was fully exposed to him.

“Are you okay?” He slowed the wild seduction.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yeah…I mean… Yes, I’m fine.”

“You know I could lay you down right here on the floor…if you’re into that sort of thing.”

I weighed that option in my head, reasoning the unyielding red oak floor could lead to deeper penetration and satisfying sex, but the next morning I’d be stiff and achy with regret from the unforgiving boards. On the other hand, the act would be so feral, so alive and spur of the moment. Sex on the floor would be an experience. I put my finger to his lips “Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours and I don’t want you to forget it.”

Dane winked and laid me down as gently as a baby. My shoulders came in contact with the cold oak floor, sending shivers up my back and goose bumps along my skin. I tensed and then relaxed as the wood began to warm, and when Dane put his mouth to my sensitive nipple, I forgot the discomfort. I reached up to lend a hand with his shirt, but he yanked it open, buttons raining to the floor. My fingertips slid over his smooth, tanned skin, over his bulging shoulders, over his bronzed, muscular arms, and a quiet moan rumbled in my chest. Crescent fingernails dug into his skin as I pulled him closer.

He wriggled out of my grasp to wrestle with the cuffs of his white shirt and light brown blazer. As he struggled to free himself, I let my hands explore his skin. I slid fingers beneath his shirt and caressed his taut stomach and firm chest, the peaks and valleys, dips and deep creases, the pure muscularity of an athletic alpha male.

The expanse of his chest felt like butter beneath my fingertips, hairless and warm, rich and smooth. I bent at the waist and rose from the floor, licking him around the dark of his nipple. Dane moaned with pleasure. I pursed my lips around it, sucked and made it wet. I flicked the moist tip of my tongue against it and felt him shiver with ecstasy.

I reached for his belt, unbuckled and pulled it free of the loops of his slacks. It jangled once it hit the floor. My aggressiveness told him everything he needed to know. I wasn’t in the mood to be treated with any fragility. I unbuttoned his pants and slipped my hand inside. I was eager for him. I pushed past his pants and his boxers and reached his skin. My hands slid round the curves of his ass, and I pushed his pants down. He had gotten rid of his shirt and blazer, and pressed himself more fully between my thighs. I groaned as his bare skin touched mine.

He gazed down at me with sultry eyes and whispered, “You seem to be missing your panties.”

“They were an unwanted obstruction.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were looking to get lucky.”

“Luck hasn’t anything to do with it.”

He covered my mouth with his. I sucked at his tongue, tasting a sweet hint of cognac. The velvet warmth of his tongue inspected mine with light, gentle brushes. I moaned into Dane’s mouth as together we began to paint a masterpiece of wet and silken perfection.

My inner lips were moist, even more so when Dane slid his length against my center, teasing the opening until he parted my folds to make way for himself as they opened like a night-blooming lily. I was slick and more than ready for his girth.

My inner and outer labia were wet and anxious with lubrication. Dane pulled out a condom and fit it to his hard, thick cock before kicking off his pants and flinging them aside with his foot. Then he lowered himself to press his chest gently against my breasts, and his weight felt delicious. I wanted more of it on me.

His first thrust was a shallow dip into the pool of moisture between my legs. It was just to test the terrain. Electricity sparked along my skin like lightning. The next one was quick, forceful, and deep. There was a quick spasm of pain and pleasure mixing together, creating a euphoria that tightened my nipples. I raised my hips off the floor to meet him, to deepen the penetration and show him I was far from a lazy lover.

Rocking my pelvis to take him deep and rolling to gently release him, I stroked him as much as he thrust into me. I looked into his eyes as he smiled, looking pleased at my efforts, and I seductively licked my lips. My teeth clenched as ripples of glorious pleasure teased through my core. Groaning, I gritted my teeth and moved against him harder.

The full moon spilled through the window, reflected in his dark blue eyes, showing earnestness, softness, and amorousness, but I was only given a brief peek at what he held inside before he closed them. He squinted and tightened his eyes shut, then he exhaled a breathy moan and shuddered. I felt the girth of his cock start to swell deep inside me as he plunged in and out. I squeezed my knees to his hips and urged him to fuck me harder.

My tight vaginal passage constricted like a gently clenched fist to feel the fullness of the man, every thrust and every restraint as he tried to delay his orgasm. I pushed forward with my hips until his shaft ran deep to the hilt. Around the circumference of his thick, swollen erection, my creamy wetness coated his cock. I was so wet my juices made my inner thighs and his pelvis slick. “Ah!” I gasped, as a burst of pleasure started to build within me, ready to crescendo into my climax. I coaxed him to thrust—harder, pounding!

He made me cry out loud till my throat was raw and my voice nearly hoarse. My body was shaking, tension suddenly relaxed when…I came in a billow of ecstasy. I screamed my joy and gratification while the explosive orgasm washed over me.

Dane fell over to the side and shuddered, spent, panting like he’d just sprinted a mile. “Oh my God, Lynn, that was fantastic!”

I took a second to catch my breath. I had overexerted myself, but I felt completely sated. The intensity of the orgasm left me tingling with pleasure. I felt exhausted and weak, but I would be happier if I got up off the floor. I slowly got to my feet and walked awkwardly over to the couch, where I collapsed in a heap with no grace.

I appreciated the cool it provided my back, the comforting leather, the pillows in the corner. I was close to sleep and murmured to Dane, “Sorry, I had to get up. The floor, however fun, was killing my back. Good idea for the moment, bad idea for the long run.” But still, without question, it was well worth it.

I was roused from my sleep by Dane shuffling around in the hotel room. He was the most graceful man I’d ever seen, and his talents extended to the bedroom. I blinked and lifted my heavy head. His noise seemed purposeful, and I figured he wanted me awake. I had apparently been asleep for hours, as evidenced by the clear morning sunlight filtering past the blinds into the room.

I stretched like a feline and felt sticky, but sweet and oh so refreshed, like eating strawberry sherbet on a hot summer afternoon. I sat up in bed. Dane must have carried me through the suite into the bedroom. I didn’t remember falling asleep. I stretched again, so wide it was like trying to touch each wall of the room, and for a moment I felt like I probably could. A smile blossomed across my face as I caught more than an eyeful of Dane’s body in all its naked splendor, muscular and an insane amount of dick between his legs.

“Good morning, my pet,” he said with a sideways glance and a wicked sideways smile that told me if I got up there was a chance he would attack me again.

“
Victim
is more like it.” I pulled the duvet up over my breasts. I didn’t want to give him any ideas and have his sexual havoc interrupt my current moment of Zen.

“I guess that means no round two.”

“To be continued, big guy.” I moved to slip my feet out of bed and my inner thighs protested, so I fluffed up the pillow behind me and decide to lie back and relax instead.

Dane walked over to sit next to me. The bed yielded to his weight like my will was yielding to temptation. “How did you sleep?”

“Does ‘coma’ mean anything to you? All I remember is falling onto the couch, and…well, all I remember is falling onto the couch.”

Dane scooped my hand into his and gently squeezed. It felt warm, slightly damp but comforting. He moved forward to caress my lips with his and then parted them like he’d parted my other lips last night. I felt myself surrendering into his arms. His skin under my hands, as I ran them down to his arms and he pressed his torso against mine, felt satiny and feverish.

“Okay, wait, wait.” I gently pushed him away. “You can at least feed me first before you lead me to the slaughter, mister. I’m famished, and you’ll want me at my best. Keeping my energy up is important when it comes to messing around with you.”

“I’m two steps ahead of you. I ordered breakfast for us right before I—”

“Made enough noise to make sure I’d wake up?”