Page 46 of Hot Four Teacher (The Lawson’s #4)

Chapter forty-five

Dirty Conversations

Dane

“ I can’t tell you how excited I am for this weekend,” Michelle says through the phone.

“You and me both, baby.”

Excited may be an understatement. It’s been three weeks since I found Eve at the frat party.

Since then, Michelle and I haven’t gotten any time together.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand. She’s been being an awesome mom to Eve, and she didn’t want to schedule our weekend getaway too soon.

Since Eve was supposed to be grounded, Michelle didn’t want to send her to a spa with her aunt when she was supposed to be being punished.

While I understand all of that, my cock does not. I haven't been this horny since high school.

But I’m not an ass about it. We’ll get together when we can. And that happens to be this weekend.

I ask, “How was your day?”

“It was alright. Nothing special. I’m not sure what you did to Eve during practice, but she’s already out. I walked past her room, and she was already snoring.”

“You sure she was actually in there and not pulling a Ferris Bueller?” I joke.

“Trust me, I went in and checked.” She giggles. “Since the party, she’s been a freaking angel, trying to repair the broken trust.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“Yeah, I think she’s doing better–even with the whole Danny thing. I’m glad because I need this weekend.”

“Oh yeah?” I smile.

“Yes. I can’t wait to get some completely uninterrupted time with you.”

“What do you think we should do?”

“Hmm.” She ponders. “Dinner. Going out and doing something fun. And then back to the hotel to do something even more fun.”

“Have you been thinking about the hotel room fun?”

“Constantly.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “I’m about to go crazy. I’m so turned on I feel like a drive down a bumpy road would have me making a mess of my panties.”

“Why don’t we do something about it?”

“What do you mean?” she asks. “Aren’t we going to this weekend?”

“Of course, but I’m talking about right now.”

“I don’t understand.” She pauses, and it finally clicks. “Oh! You want to have phone sex?”

She says the last two words quieter than the rest. She’s adorable.

“Why not? We dirty text all the time, and you already said Eve’s in bed.”

She thinks but not for long. “Well, what should I do?”

I can hear the excitement in her tone.

“Slide your hand into your panties and tell me how wet you are.”

“Hold on. Let me get comfortable.” After a few seconds, she lets out a moan. “I’m soaking wet.”

“Have you been thinking about me playing with that pussy?” I ask while pulling out my cock from my sweatpants.“What do you want to do this weekend?”

“Everything.”

I chuckle. “Oh, you’re not getting off that easy, baby. I want you to rub that clit and tell me what you want me to do to you. When we are alone this weekend, how do you want me to make you feel good?”

“I want you to go down on me.” Her tone is breathy, and I know she’s playing with herself.

“Do you want me to lick that clit until you come on my tongue?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“I can’t wait to taste you. You’re so fucking sweet.” I stroke myself in long, slow motions as I talk.

“I need it.”

“What else do you want?” I ask.

“I want you to finger me while you lick me.”

I love hearing her be more confident in what she wants.

“Sounds fun,” I tell her. “You want me to make you squirt again?”

A little quieter, she whispers, “Yes.”

I never want her to feel insecure about anything that happens between us.

“Do you know how sexy that was?” I ask.

“Really?”

“Definitely. Watching you come that hard and knowing I’m the one who did it to you? Fucking perfect.”

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” she says.

“Same here, baby. I want to bend you over and watch your ass bounce as I pound into you.”

She gives a small moan in response.

“Are you still rubbing that clit?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Are you getting close?”

Her heavy breathing answers my question.

“I want you to come for me,” I instruct while still stroking myself.

“Tell me what you would do if you were here right now,” she prompts.

“If I were there, I’d have you sit on my face. I’d suck your clit and lick it until your legs were shaking. I’d fuck my tongue in and out of you and have you grind on me while your juices dripped into my mouth.”

That’s enough to have her breathing even harder. When I hear a strangled moan in her throat, I know she’s coming.

“Dane,” she whispers, trying to stay as quiet as she can.

I grip my cock harder and stroke faster. Listening to her come and thinking about sliding in and out of her wet heat is enough to have me spurting cum all over my hand.

I groan as the pleasure washes over me.

“Fuck, Michelle,” I say, slightly out of breath. “I’m not even with you, and you still turn me on so fucking much.”

“No kidding. I know that was supposed to help, but now, I’m even more excited for the weekend.”