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Jesse

This is fucking annoying, I think irritably as we all pile into a shuttle. There are lots of strangers in here, and the only people I do know, I don’t really want to see again until tomorrow.

Almost eight hours on a plane will do that to a person.

I do my best not to take a bite out of Calla’s ass as she saunters by me, settling in a seat against the back of the shuttle, next to one of the stranger’s children.

It’s her way of keeping the peace, and while it works for the most part, I wouldn’t have said no to her sitting on my lap for the ride to the resort.

“Pretty,” Billy remarks, and I glance at him. If he’s talking about Calla, then he’s stating the obvious, and I’ll become unnecessarily agitated, but when I realize he’s glancing out of the window behind us, I relax a little.

The homes here are way different from in the States. I have a feeling that the deeper into the town we go and the higher the shuttle climbs the mountain to the resort, I’ll feel like I’m Hansel, surrounded by gingerbread houses.

Though it’s nice to have a change of scenery, considering that East Aurora can be pretty boring.

I clear my throat as I reach down for my bag and pull the zipper open, poking around inside until I find a tube of Chapstick.

I quickly apply it to my lower and upper lip before smacking them together, covering the tube and tossing it back into my bag.

I hear Clyde snicker, but instead of acknowledging him, I decide to let it roll. He thinks it’s girly that I’m constantly making sure that my lips are soft and free of cracks, but Calla likes the way they feel, so he can fuck off with his judgement.

“I wonder if the place is as big as the brochure on the plane made it out to be,” Billy wonders quietly next to me.

I shrug and glance at him curiously. “You afraid of open spaces?”

He purses his lips and shakes his head. “No. I think it would be cool. We could go hunting.”

I grin instantly because I know what he’s getting at.

This entire thing—all of us fucking Calla—was his idea from the start. But quiet, shy little Billy Boy has had some thoughts about what else we can do with her instead of just fucking.

He usually only shares them with me, because, unlike the others, I’m not a gossip whore and won’t talk about him behind his back. Especially when his ideas so far have been pretty fucking cool.

“We could always set it up so it’s just us,” I begin conversationally. Billy steals a glance at me as I begin to pick at my fingernails. “I think it could be fun, you know? Once the lights go out, we can invite her on a romantic evening stroll, then…”

The way my lips curve into a devious grin makes him blush, and I chuckle as I lean over and give his shoulder a reassuring clap.

“Just think about it before you decide,” I say with a shake of my head.

I close my eyes and rest my head against the cool pane of glass, hoping that the rest of the drive is faster than the fucking flight to get here.

***

“Mr. Mills, do you know why I asked you to stay after school today?” Ms. Hunt asks me.

I roll my eyes as I rake a hand back through my hair. “Probably because I fell asleep during art class.”

“Not ‘probably’,” she snaps at me, slamming a hand on her desk. “You’re in this program because I believe in you, and you’re just throwing it all away!”

I arch an eyebrow at her obvious disdain for my little afternoon nap, then sigh as I suck my teeth.

“Okay, sorry,” I state in a bland tone.

Ms. Hunt gets to her feet, palms flat on the desk, her knuckles turning white, and I smirk.

“Ms. Hunt, can I ask you something?”

“I’m not done,” she barks as she reaches up to push a strand of blonde hair out of her winter-green eyes. “Now,” she continues as she crosses her arms over her chest, “what exactly do I have to do to get you to pay attention in class?”

“You really wanna know?” I counter in an even tone.

“I asked, didn’ t I? ”

With a shrug, I reach forward, pry her hands away from her chest, then hold her gaze as I begin to undo the buttons of her crisp, white dress shirt. I move slowly, in a way that lets her know that I’m in control of what happens next, and that her “authority” means fuck all to me.

Ms. Hunt drops her arms to her side, her body trembling as I reach for the last button, slide it through the hole, then push her shirt open.

I tilt my head to the side as a grin starts to spread across my lips. I walk the tips of my fingers up from her belly to her bra, slip my arms around her, our lips mere inches from each other as I undo the clasp and let her luscious, full tits free from their chambers.

I look down as I grip them firmly in my hands, digging my fingernails into the soft flesh and giving them a violent turn in either direction. When she squeals, I use my forefingers and thumbs, clamping them down on her hard nipples.

Ms. Hunt grunts in pain, and I smirk as I press my lips against her forehead. “You know what you can do to make me pay attention in class? Put these babies on display for me. Let me see them when you’re teaching, and I’ll listen to anything you have to say, Ms. Hunt.”

“Jesse, you know I can’t—”

“Then I guess we’ll go to plan b,” I cut her off with a smirk.

Before Ms. Hunt has a chance to protest, I move my hands quickly, grabbing her thick ass and lifting her off the floor.

Settling her on the edge of the desk, I reach down and unzip my jeans, shoving them down, briefs quickly following.

As I spit into the palm of my hand and start to tug on my dick, I nod at her to come closer.

“Hold those massive things together and let me fuck them till I come,” I growl as I start to grow in my hand.

Ms. Hunt looks a little scared, but she seems to know there’s no way to get out of it, and honestly, I don’t think she wants to.

Especially not when she takes a deep, shuddering breath, pushes her huge tits together, and opens her mouth.

She is far from an innocent bitch.

She knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.

I slide my cock between her soft globes and bite back a moan as soon as I start to fuck them. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life before, and I’m already quickly becoming hooked on Ms. Hunt.

I slide a thumb into her partially opened lips, pull them open, then lean down and spit into her mouth.

Ms. Hunt immediately swallows it as I go back to fucking her tits, licking the head of my cock with each thrust.

Yeah, Ms. Hunt knows exactly what she fucking wants.

And on this fine afternoon, she wants me.

***

“What?” I gasp in shock at being jolted awake. I let out a loud sigh when Billy nudges me and nods out the window.

I don’t know how long that nap was, but it was obviously timed well enough for me to sleep on the way up to the resort.

The only problem I’ll have now is getting off the shuttle with everyone else, because if I stand up, they’ll all see how fucking hard I am.

This sucks, I think irritably as I rub the back of my neck and wait patiently for everyone to gather their belongings and start to make their way toward the small steps.