CHAPTER NINE

Chase

HE FELT LIKE A CAGED ANIMAl.

The patience he had once boasted as one of his best attributes was running out. It had been a week since he had made a move on his woman. He had wanted to prove to her he wasn’t in a rush to take things to a physical level. Kissing and touching like horny teenagers was great. He wasn’t complaining. The thing was, it was just fueling his desire for her, and he didn’t know how much longer he had it in himself to wait.

“This was a great idea, Chase,” she said over her shoulder as she looked at the papers his students had done over spring break.

They were in his classroom, after hours, and he knew no one would be coming in here for any reason, especially this late. He walked over to his door. When the lock clicked in place, he knew she didn’t miss the sound with the way she held her body tightly. What she didn’t do was look coyly over her shoulder again at him.

She was tempting him.

Teasing him.

Taunting him.

And fuck if she wasn’t damn successful. He had picked her up and had almost swallowed his tongue when he had seen her in that damn denim skirt and black cotton tee that accentuated every single one of her curves. By a miracle, he had been able to keep his hands off her during dinner. But now, after she had suggested coming to his classroom, all bets were off.

The room was dimly lit, and he felt a testosterone-fueled need to capture, conquer, and claim. Her sexy body was facing away from him and toward his desk, waiting for him to make a move. Damn, he hoped she was ready.

When he reached her, his hand went to her denim-clad hip, and she easily moved to him. “Did you wear this for me?” he wondered out loud, curious to see what color panties she was wearing. If she was wearing any at all.

“Yes,” she gasped as his hands touched the bare skin of her thigh.

“Why?” His face leaned forward as he took a deep breath of her scent. Apples and Kenzie. Fuck. She was amazing. Perfect for him. He was a teacher, after all. It was only the sprinkles on a sundae that she smelled like fucking apples.

“Chase,” she moaned.

“Why did you wear this tiny little skirt?” he goaded, his voice husky in his own ears. “Was it for me? Did you want to tease me?” he asked, and she moaned and squirmed, trying to rub her sexy ass against his crotch, and damn, did he fucking let her. Holding both of her hips, Chase pressed her sexy bottom to his dick, so she could get a feel of what she did to him. “Was this what you wanted, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“You’ve been a very bad, bad girl,” he huskily spoke into her neck and loved the way her skin broke out in goose bumps.

His hand roamed her body and moved to wrap around her beautiful waist while the other stroked her arm. Slowly. Deliberately. He could tell he was driving her as crazy in lust as he was.

“Chase,” she whispered into the silence of his darkened classroom. It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. His nose was in her hair, and he felt like breathing was close to impossible. They were both were breathing heavily. All shallow breaths and heavy exhales as they stood there. They both knew this was going to happen, and her wearing that tiny, sexy-as-fuck skirt to dinner tonight had been the damn sprinkles on a donut.

“Uh uh,” he scolded as she tried to rub up against him. “Bad girl,” he rasped as he tugged on her hair. “Not using my name.”

He didn’t know why, but he wanted to play with her. The way she called him Mr. Tucker made him hotter than he had ever been. He had never really had that kink, but then again, he was far from being vanilla.

“Mr. Tucker,” she moaned, and he held back from dropping his pants and sinking himself balls deep into her sweet pussy.

Instead, he rewarded her by taking a swipe over the spot on her neck he had discovered drove her mad. “Much better,” he growled hoarsely, nipping at her neck. “Now, are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?” he asked.

He had never played like this.

Never had a woman driven him crazy like she did.

Something about her made all his primal urges bubble up and boil over.

“What if I don’t want to be a good girl?” she whimpered, taunting him with her sexy ass.

“You don’t?” He lifted her skirt above her ass, taking in the beautiful sight. White. Fuck. She was wearing a sexy silky white thong.

Thank god for thongs.

He took a moment to appreciate her luscious beauty before smacking down on her flesh. Hard and punishing. She bucked. A soft cry escaped from her lips. He could tell by the sounds she was making that she was more than enjoying it. Even if she had been silent, the very wet spot on her panties would have given her away.

“You my bad girl?”

“Yes,” she hissed, and he smacked his hand down again. Once. Twice. Three times before rubbing out the flushed skin and moving to do the same on the other side.

“Are you going to be good, Kens?”

“No.” She fought, and he grinned. She was fucking perfect. He smacked down again twice on one side before switching to the other and doing it again. Her beautiful now rosy ass stuck out further toward him, and he could smell her need in the air around them.

“What about now?”

“Please, Chase I want—”

“You my good girl? Only good girls get what they want.”

“Chase.” He pulled the drenched gusset of her panties to the side and looked down at her. Bare and freshly waxed. Soft and swollen for him. The sight was so hot he stilled and took a deep breath before he came in his pants like some damn teenager.

“Fuck, baby,” he bellowed deeply.

“Yes, please,” she begged, sticking her ass out further toward him. His hands squeezed and rubbed as her mewls clung to the air.

“You ready to be my good girl?” he pressed, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants.

“I’ll be your good girl, Mr. Tucker,” she purred, and his pants pooled at his ankles. “Please fuck me, Chase, tucker me out!” she cried. He was done waiting.

Chase lined his cock up against her juicy slit, knowing the moment his cock touched her heat, life would never be the same.

Kenzie

When he pressed the head of his cock against me, I was ready to lose my shit. I felt so empty and achy. Never, ever had I felt that way. I needed him to fill me like I knew, I knew in the depths of my soul, only he could. He rubbed the crown of his cock through my wetness.

“You want this, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I barely breathed when a cry escaped me as he finally gave me what I wanted.

My ass was warm and stinging from the spanking he had given me, and the way his thigh slammed against me as he went in and out of my body only heightened the pleasure he was evoking.

“Chase!” I screamed, moaning like I never had at the way he held me closer, only slipping deeper into me.

“Fuck. My good girl. Made fore me. Made for my cock. Made to take me.”

“Yes.”

“Any way, anything I want?”

“Yes, Chase!”

“Yes who?”

“Yes, Mr. Tucker. Take me. Any way you want.” I groaned, “Anytime, anything you need, you can—” I couldn’t say more because he reached over and started to press and rub down on my clit. I closed my eyes.

With the sounds of our bodies slapping together, the wetness from between my legs almost obscene, he tilted his hips, and I lost it. My knees shook, but I wasn’t worried about falling, Chase wouldn’t let me. He held on tighter. Fucked me brutally as I came and clenched around his beautiful dick and soared. My ears buzzed, and my hearing faded. Faintly, I could make out his own cries, my name yelled out before his head hit my shoulder and he held me close.

He picked me up and sat me on his lap as he slid down and leaned his body against the wall under the dry board. He held me like I was a treasure, and I held back on. I didn’t want the moment to end.

“I love you, Kenzie Mason,” he said, breaking the silence. I looked up at him wide eyed.

“That was amazing sex, Chase, but you don’t have to say—” I started to give him an out from the words he’d just spoken. As good as they were, I didn’t want him to feel obligated to say them.

“I do. I don’t ever say or do anything unless I completely believe in it. I love you, and I get if you think it’s too soon. I just know how I feel and—”

“I love you, too.” I did. He was amazing. Being around him felt like being home. Soothing and comforting yet exciting and exhilarating.

“Thank fuck.” He smirked as he leaned his forehead against mine.

“So, where do we go from here?” I asked, and he smiled as if he knew exactly what his answer would be.