Page 49 of Student Seduction

“Can I walk you to the door?”

She glanced around the darkened neighborhood. A few porch lights were on. Some guys played basketball in a driveway at the end of the cul-de-sac.

“Kelsey Atwell lives in this neighborhood. It’s probably not a great idea.” Her face betrayed her sadness. I didn’t want her night to end on a sad note. “We should say goodnight in here where no one can see.”

“Goodnight, Emersyn,” I said quietly.

She bit one side of her lower lip. “Goodnight, Aiden.”

She didn’t make a move to get out, just kept her need-filled gaze locked on mine.

I regretted not inviting her into my house down to my bones.

Leaning over, I kissed her tenderly, slowly, on her delictable mouth. It was supposed to be a romantic gesture, but it turned heated before I could reign it in. Her hands dropped the jersey in her seat and reached for me.

I angled my body so I could get as close to her as possible, but it still wasn’t close enough.

Before I knew what was happened, she was battling the gear shift to crawl over into my lap.

Fuck yeah.

Her hair hung down as she straddled my lap. I undid the buttons on her romper, wishing like hell I knew how to get the damn thing off easily.

I pulled her black strapless bra down to free her perfect round tits. Burying my face in her breasts brought sweet sounds from her lips. Sighs and moans and mewling noises filled the air as I licked and suckled her pale pink nipples. When I grazed one with my teeth, she rocked her hips hard against me.

“Tell me what you want more than anything,” I demanded.

“You,” she cried out. “Please.”

“Please what, pretty girl?”

“Please fuck me. Now.”

I gripped her chin with my hand, stilling her. “Nothing would make me happier. But I want to be sure you want this. No feeling ashamed. Promise me.”

She nodded adamantly. “I promise. I don’t know what my deal was today. Whatever it was, I’m over it. I swear.”

I grinned wickedly in the darkness. “You’re a good girl who did a dirty, sordid deed today, Emersyn. It made you feel dirty. You aren’t used to it. But trust me, you will think about it. Later. Alone. When you touch your pretty little pussy. And in my class. When I’m teaching and you can’t concentrate because you want to be spread wide on my desk or on your knees for me.”

She began grinding herself against my erection straining between us.

“I want you inside me, Aiden,” she panted. “It hurts. I need it. Please.”

Our breathing had fogged the windows enough that, even if someone came along, in the middle of the night, all they’d know for sure was that we were in here breathing.

“Is that your official birthday wish?” Our eyes collided in the hurricane of uncontrollable lust and marrow-deep need swirling between us.

She nodded. Her hard nipples brushed against me over and over as she rode, drying humping me into oblivion.

“Get that fucking outfit off,” I ordered, using the lever to lean my seat back as far as it could go. The steering wheel would dig into her back otherwise.

She pulled her arms out of it and slid it expertly down her body despite the lack of space. I yanked my shirt off and undid my pants, thanking the gods of vehicular sex that I hadn’t remembered to put on a belt today.

She held herself up as I shoved my pants and boxer briefs into the floorboard.

Our clothes were discarded and forgotten as she righted herself above me.

Her slick, scorching cunt slid up and down my rigid length. I growled like a dangerous animal, gripping my cock and positioning it at her entrance.