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Needing a distraction, I went to check the timer on my phone to see how long I had until the cake was ready. My phone wasn't where I thought it was before I realized I had left it upstairs. I had taken a call from Dina and hurried off to my room for privacy when my Dad stood there, glaring at the phone. He was definitely being weird lately.

I quietly and quickly sneaked into my room, not wanting Mr. Drake to hear me. I needed a little breather from him, time to collect my thoughts. To try and get over this uncomfortable crush.

I retrieved my phone and softly closed the door behind me.

It was then that I heard it.

A low male grunt came from the bathroom. My heart skipped a beat as I peeked down the hall, listening out for my Dad. But all I heard, in between the silence, was the sound of harsh breathing.

I tiptoed closer to the bathroom door. At first glance, it appeared closed. But now that the distance was eating up between my small steps, I could see a tiny gap.

I could also hear the unmistakable sound of flesh smacking.

No. It couldn't be.

Could it?

I opened the door wider, thankful it didn't creak. Although, I'm not sure the bent over, grunting male would notice if it did.

Because Mr. Drake was too busy beating off his cock to notice that his eighteen-year-old student was standing, opened-mouthed, at the ajar door.

Liquid heat seeped through my panties as I took in the sight of my first masturbating man. And what a man it was.

His hand grasped the white marble, his dark head bent, and his mouth was pulled back in a grimace.

His large hand surrounded his long, thick penis, pumping it up and down in a flurry of movements.

Soon, he threw his head back with a choked grunt, his hand moving to grasp the mirror before him.

"Lucy! Fuck, Lucy, take my come."

My mouth opened in a silent gasp, and my eyes widened in shock.

Did he -

Did he just say what I think he did?

As if I had spoken those words out loud, I heard him grunt my name again as he spilled his come into the very sink I brushed my teeth at.

I could hear the wetness of his release and saw the ropes of white come jut out of the mushroomed tip. His hand movements finally slowed as his come trickled out to nothing.

The finishing movements snapped me out of my stupor, and I hurriedly pulled away from the door.

With my heart in my throat, I scurried down the stairs. Away from my masturbating teacher.

Chapter 5

ROMAN

Dinner was torture.

Sitting across from the object of my obsession; watching her lick her lips and bounce in her seat as she eyed the succulent meat. The way she chewed and closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure as she bit into the first taste of her crunchy potato. It made me wonder if she would hum around my dick.

I was thankful that we were seated at the table. Otherwise, there would be no mistaking my hard cock, attempting to punch through my jeans.

My reprieve in their upstairs bathroom did little to deflate my hardened cock. Especially after I wiped my dick on a pink towel. The thought of my sweet Lucy rubbing my jizz all over her supple body made my cock salute all over again.

Michael turned to me with a question, so I dropped my eyes from the temptation before me and resumed cutting into my chicken as I spoke with him.