Page 20 of Hot Four Teacher (The Lawson’s #4)

Chapter nineteen

At Ease...and Horny

Michelle

A n hour ago, I was on a hike, practically fighting for my life. Now, I am cuddling in a giant chair with Dane.

Oh, and did I mention that I’m not wearing pants?

Or a bra?

Or underwear?

Although I’m still nervous, all of that has been focused into something else.

Lust.

The kissing last night ignited it, and hearing him talking about fucking me made the flames completely engross me. All I can think about now is seeing if the real thing is as good as his dirty talk.

It’s like the sexual being inside me has been dormant for years, but now, she’s awake and demanding some attention.

Dane is doing his best not to push me, but he’s not pushing me. I want this. I’m torn between wanting to convince him of that and wanting to enjoy this moment. As far as moments go, this is a great one.

I don’t remember the last time I’ve cuddled with a guy.

More importantly, I don’t remember the last time I cuddled with a guy and actually felt safe and content.

I don’t think that’s ever happened–at least not since Danny and I were in high school, and it turns out that it was all just an act to get me to put out.

Go figure.

But this? This feels different. Somehow, I’ve gone from being extremely nervous about our date to feeling at ease here in his arms.

Well, at ease and horny.

“Are you okay?” Dane asks when I’ve been quiet for quite a while.

“I’m good,” I tell him, truly meaning the words.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Sure. Turn one on.”

He flips through some screens on Netflix for a few minutes before picking out a horror slasher flick.

Looking up at him, I smile. “Really?”

“These are the best while cuddling.”

“Good point.”

The movie starts playing, and we get lost in it for a bit. When a particularly gory part comes on, I bury my face in Dane’s chest. I guess all the true crime didn’t prepare me all that well.

I feel Dane’s arms wrap around me, holding me tight. All my dirty thoughts begin creeping back in. I want to feel those arms of his holding me while we kiss…among other things.

Who the hell am I turning into?

Fuck it. I really don’t care right now.

My hand that was originally resting on his chest begins working its way South. I trace little circles with my nails along his stomach and move at a slow pace even lower.

“Michelle?” he says in a questioning tone.

“Hmm?” I try to act innocent.

“You know, I’m trying to behave, but you’re making it hard.”

I let out a coy giggle. “That’s the point.”

My head bobs from the laughter in his chest. When it fades, he says, “Michelle, look at me.”

I turn my head so that my eyes can meet his.

He pushes a strand of hair from my eyes and tucks it behind my ear.

“I’m not going to lie to you,” he says, “I’ve been hard ever since I kissed you in the bathroom. Hell, I’ve been hard since last night. But I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”

A quick question of whether we should be doing this flashes through my mind, but the moment I see how Dane is looking at me makes that question leave as quickly as it arrived. He looks at me like he actually gives a shit about me. Maybe it’s my imagination…but maybe it’s something more.

I hope it’s something more.

I try to figure out the right words to show him that I do want this. What can I say to get him to believe me?

Instead of trying to tell him, I decide to show him.

Awkwardly, I stand up from the chair, trying not to flash my goods all over the place. With one foot, I push down the footstool of the recliner.

Dane doesn’t ask any questions, but instead just watches to see what I’m going to do next. Honestly, I’m a little excited to see what I’m going to do too.

As carefully as I can, I hook one knee over his legs so that I can straddle his lap. Before I do, I catch a glimpse of his length which is pushing against the soft material of his sweatpants.

It’s been years since I’ve seen a penis up close and personal, but from what I can tell, Dane’s looks like a nice one.

Settling into place, I look into his eyes while snaking my arms around his neck.

“I want this,” I whisper. “Please.”

That’s all it takes for him to succumb to the same urges as me. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close so that our bodies are tightly pressed together while our mouths find each other.

This kiss is much more frenzied than our one last night. It’s like this time, we both know what is coming next, and we both need it more than our next breath.

We kiss as though our lives depend on it.

As our tongues dance, Dane’s hands reach under the hem of the t-shirt I’m wearing. His fingers touching my skin leaves a trail of heat everywhere they go. Every touch, however small, awakens every nerve and has me craving more.

Goosebumps erupt on my skin when his hands move from my back to my front. Usually, the second a man touches my stomach, I clam up and become self-conscious, but right now, I couldn’t care less. I don’t care if he sees…and touches…every single flabby inch.

Before he moves any further up my body, he reaches back around to grab handfuls of my ass.

Squeezing each cheek between his fingers, he pulls me down so that I’m grinding against him.

I can feel his hard cock pressing into my pussy, and I’m quite sure that my wetness is going to be all over the front of his pants.

Against my lips, Dane growls, “I fucking love this ass. I’ve been thinking about grabbing it ever since I saw it.”

Why is that so hot?

All I can get out in return is a breathy moan, but I think it conveys how I’m feeling pretty well.

I move my hips in a slow circle, trying to get as much contact with him as possible. Whatever I’m doing seems to be working because Dane grips the hem of the shirt and yanks it off over my head.

And now, here I am. Completely naked in front of him.

I don’t have time to think about how I look before he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.

My clit pulses with need as his tongue flicks against my tender flesh.

Trying to get the contact I crave, I grind even harder.

If the friction isn’t enough to get me there, I’m tempted to reach between my legs and do it with my fingers.

Just when I’m starting to get into a decent groove, he stops everything.

“Bedroom,” he says as a command.

“Huh?” It takes me a moment to truly comprehend what he’s saying.

“I’m taking you to bed.” Without warning, he holds on tight to me and stands up, prompting me to wrap my legs around him. I have no idea how he carries me with such ease, but I love it.

On the way to the bedroom, I leave a trail of kisses and bites along his chest and collarbone.

“Fuck, Michelle,” He groans. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Yeah?” I ask between kisses.

“Yes. And I fully intend to return the favor.”

About that time, we hit the bedroom, and moments later, he lays me down on the plush bed. I look up at him to see the tent that he’s pitching in his pants.

I want to see more, but Dane has plans of his own. He kneels at the foot of the bed and scoots me toward him. I’m excited to get to the sex, but I think I’m in for a hell of a ride before we get there.

As he settles between my legs, he sets his hands on my thighs, and I slowly let my knees fall apart.

Immediately, nervousness washes over me at the realization that I’m on full display.

“Fucking perfect,” Dane says, taking one finger and sliding it between my lips. I buck a little when he touches my clit.

Leaning forward, he uses his thumbs to spread me open. I anxiously await what’s coming next. I figure he’ll give my pussy attention for a moment or two, give it a couple of awkward licks, and then, move on. That’s always been my experience in the past.

But from the moment his mouth begins, I realize this is not going to be like any of my previous experiences.

This is so much better.

I’m not even entirely sure how to explain what he's doing because it feels like his tongue is everywhere all at once.

He alternates between flicking the tip of his tongue against my clit and then flattening it to lick more at once. I can’t decide which one I like better. Who am I kidding? I love it all.

My mind can barely function while he devours me. I’ve never been much of a moaner–at least not a loud one–but here with him, all of that changes. Everything out of my mouth is completely incoherent, but it keeps getting louder.

When Dane finds a spot and a technique that makes me go into full exorcism mode, he doesn’t stop. He keeps doing the exact same thing. It’s almost too much to take.

Almost.

Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he holds me in place while he continues doing the lord’s work.

Just when I think that I can’t physically take anymore, I fall over the edge into my orgasm.

It starts in my core and explodes outward through every inch of me, hitting me so hard that my voice is completely strangled, and I can’t get out a single noise.

Only two men have ever gone down on me. Neither of which got me anywhere close to coming, so I had no idea how incredible it could be.

When I’m finally able to speak again, I say, “Wow.”

He gives my pussy a couple more soft kisses. “I could eat this pussy all damn night.”

Just the thought of that mixed with Dane’s dirty talk is enough to drag a long moan out of me.

While that sounds absolutely incredible, and I would love to do that at some point, right now, I’m eager for other things.

“Dane,” I say, prompting him to look up at me. “I want you to fuck me.”

Two of us can play the dirty talk game.

He stands up, and I watch him walk over to his bedside table and grab a condom from inside the drawer.

I’m glad he thought of protection because it was the furthest thing from my mind.

I think that’s an insight as to why I became a teen mom.

My eyes stayed glued to Dane as he pulls his shirt over his head.

Underneath, even more tattoos come into view.

I can’t exactly tell what they are from here, but I can see that they’re bold and colorful.

They’re beautiful. I plan on staring at them up close and personal later, but for right now, my attention is pulled to where he’s taking off his pants.

As the waistband slides down, his cock springs free.

Oh, yeah. That’s a nice one.

Don’t get me wrong–it’s not the size of the super dildo.

Thank God.

But it’s longer than any that I’ve been with in the past and has a thick vein running along the underside.

The head curves upward just a little. Seeing it makes me even more excited for what’s about to happen.

I scoot up on the bed so that my head is on the pillows.

As he joins me, my heart thumps in my chest. No sex in over a decade, and I can’t help but worry that this won’t live up to the hype that I’ve built in my head.

He positions himself between my legs and leans down to give my neck a few soft kisses. I’m positive he can feel my thundering pulse as he does it.

Moments later, his lips find mine. He kisses me softly yet completely controls it. With every second that passes, I melt further into a puddle beneath him.

I inhale a sharp breath as I feel him push inside. He goes slowly, giving me time to get used to it. Trying to encourage him to keep going, I lift my hips.

He gets the hint and starts expertly moving, giving me everything I desire. It doesn’t take me long to realize I had nothing at all to worry about.