Chapter Nine
Lucia rolled over and released a little wince as the pain clenched between her thighs, making her very aware of what she did last night. Opening one eye, she saw Jack lying beside her. He was also awake and smiling at her.
“You snore,” he said.
She gasped. “What?”
“Just a little but it’s so cute.”
“That is so embarrassing. You shouldn’t be laughing about that.”
“Why not? It’s cute as hell. It’s not loud, and you didn’t wake me up either.”
She covered her face. “I snore?”
He took her hands, moving them away. “Hello, sleepyhead. I didn’t think you’d ever wake up.”
Jack kissed her hard, pushing her back onto the bed. Wrapping her arms around him, she moaned as the pleasure rushed through her body.
She was sore, but she loved his touch oh, so much.
Last night had been amazing.
The best birthday she could have ever asked for.
He pulled away. “How are you feeling today?” he asked.
“A little sore.”
“I figured as much. No sexy time for you.”
He held out her cell phone. “This has been buzzing for you most of the morning.”
“You turned it on?”
“Yes. I think it’s only fair that you talk to your parents.”
“I told them I was at a friend’s.”
“Marie has also texted you. She asked if you still want to do Mark Ruffalo day.”
“Oh,” she said, wincing. “I kind of forgot about that. Wait, you looked at my messages?”
“Yes, guilty as charged. I’m going to let you wake up. I’ll make us both some breakfast. How do bacon and eggs sound?”
“That sounds amazing.” Her mouth watered, and he chuckled.
Jack kissed her one final time. “I’ll be waiting.”
She nodded her head and watched him leave.
This was all a little surreal to her. Waking up in Jack Parker’s home. Kissing him. Spending the night with him. He’d taken her virginity, and, apart from the pain, it had been amazing. Oh, so amazing.
Focus.
Glancing down at her cell phone, she checked her messages.
Ignoring the ones from her parents, she looked at Marie.
Marie: Did they do dinner?
Marie: I take it from the no answer, they showed?
Marie: Kind of weird you not responding.
Marie: Still want to do Mark Ruffalo day? I’m kind of bored right now.
Marie: Love you.
Lucia felt guilty for ignoring her friend.
There was no way for her to respond, not yet.
Checking her parents’ messages, she felt disappointed, and an overwhelming sadness.
Dad: I’m so sorry, honey. Work.
It was always fucking work.
Every single reason.
Every single excuse.
Work.
Work.
Work.
She was tired of it.
Dad: We’ll make it up to you, honey. I’m so sorry.
They’d make it up to her.
How?
By not going to work.
How could they have one moment of regret about being less than perfect parents, only to do the exact same thing on the same day?
Mom: I’m so sorry, Lucia. Work got hectic and there was no leaving. I couldn’t just walk out. You know that. I’ll make it up to you, we’ll make it up to you. I promise.
Again, more promises.
Putting her phone down, she went to use the bathroom. She was sore, and she felt it with every step she took. It wasn’t a bad ache, just a constant reminder that she’d had sex for the first time.
She’d lost her virginity, and she couldn’t tell anyone.
One of Jack’s shirts was on the bed, and she quickly pulled it on, the scent of bacon luring her to the kitchen.
He stood at the stove, only wearing a pair of sweatpants.
“Hey,” she said.
“So, how are you feeling?”
“I’ve not responded to any messages.”
“None of them?” he asked. “What about Marie?”
“I didn’t know what to say. My parents would be home so I’d be going over to her place. You’d have to drop me off, but I don’t want to ditch you. I don’t know exactly how this is going to work. I don’t want things to become awkward.”
He put the spatula down and moved toward her.
Jack cupped her face and placed a kiss on her lips. “This is not going to be awkward. You’ve got your friends, and we can’t make this public.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want you to push your friend aside for me.”
“I don’t know if I can pretend today that something magical didn’t happen last night.”
She saw his smile soften.
“And if anyone would notice something different, it would be Marie. I swear it.”
“You’re not going?”
“Can I stay here? You know, for today? I can go home tomorrow.” She hated asking, and it felt a little like begging right about now.
“You can stay with me, Lucia. You will always be welcome here. Do you want coffee or juice?”
“Coffee, please.”
“Coming right up.”
He kissed her again, and she took a seat at the counter.
She couldn’t look away as he poured her some coffee.
“Why don’t you let Marie know that you won’t be available today?”
“Okay.”
She left the kitchen, and, finding Marie’s number, she clicked the “call” button.
“It’s about time you got in touch with me, loser,” Marie said after the third ring.
“Hey, sorry.” She sat on the end of Jack’s bed as she talked to her friend.
“How did it go last night?”
“My parents didn’t make it home.”
“They didn’t? Those assholes.”
“You already knew they wouldn’t.”
“I was hoping I was wrong.”
“Nope, not wrong. I’m not really speaking to them right now.”
“Do you want me to come over? I know your mom hates me and all, but I’d put up with her for you.”
She hated lying to her friend. “I’m actually not feeling well at the moment. I’m sitting in bed, you know, trying to get well so I can be at school on Monday.”
“Oh, I wonder if you’ve got that nasty bug going around.”
“Yeah, I think I do. It’s not too bad, but I don’t want to let it spread. You know how it is.”
“Say no more. Mark can wait. I’ve got him on DVD. Take care, and I’m going to let you get back to feeling better. Love you.”
“Love you too.” She ended the call, feeling awful for lying. Not once before had she lied to her friend.
“You okay?” Jack asked, drawing her attention to his presence.
“It’s the first time I’ve ever lied to her.” She stared down at her phone. making sure that she had in fact ended the call.
She had.
This was going to be new.
The lying.
The sneaking around.
“What about your parents?”
“I’m not ready to speak to them right now. They’re probably at work or something. I don’t know.” Right now, she didn’t care.
They had burst her happy bubble, and Jack had put it back together again.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Starving.”
“Come on, let’s eat. Everything always feels better after food.”
He took her hand, and she didn’t fight him, willingly going with him as they entered the kitchen. The counter had been set up for breakfast, and in a small vase was a single rose.
“A rose for a pretty lady,” he said, taking the rose and sniffing it.
He handed it to her, and she was careful until she realized he’d removed all the thorns for her. Sliding it in her hair, he smiled.
“How did you get a rose in October?” she asked.
“After Connor let it out that it was your birthday. I passed a florist on the way home. They had some and advised me to keep it warm and watered. I was going to take them to the park, go for a run in the hope of catching you.”
“Wow,” she said. “That is really romantic. The stuff from poetry.”
“I did notice your sudden interest in poetry.”
“I was intrigued. I wanted to see what you loved about it.”
“And now?”
“It’s still growing on me, but it’s fun to read.” She picked up her fork and dug into the bacon. It had been too long since she’d had any real bacon, and the taste was just … she moaned. “I miss bacon.”
“When you’re here you can have all the bacon you want.”
“Do you want a permanent resident?” she asked.
He laughed. “I never say never.”
They didn’t say anything more about it as they finished their breakfast. Afterward, Jack had some grading to do, and, seeing as she was staying with him, she sat on the sofa, her hair pulled back in a messy bun. She watched as he worked.
He read through every single sheet, marking each point, making notes. She couldn’t stop herself from watching his hands. They had known how to touch her, what to do to make her moan, to make her ache just a little more.
She was still in his shirt, and she felt the heat flood her pussy at just the memory alone. Licking her dry lips, she tried to think of something else, but nothing helped.
His hands, his heavily inked arms already held a special place for her, and she didn’t want to lose that.
“You’re fidgeting,” he said.
“I’m fine.”
Her voice sounded a little thick. Pressing her thighs together, she watched as Jack put his paperwork down on the coffee table in front of him.
She squealed as he hauled her over him so that she straddled his waist.
“Now, I think we should have a few rules around here.”
“You’re the teacher. I’ll let you make the rules.”
He gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks. She bit her lip in an attempt to contain her moan. She couldn’t help it.
Even though she was sore, she wanted him again.
Consequences be damned.
“And as my student, you will follow them.”
He ran his hands down her thighs then back up again, cupping her ass. She never knew her ass could be so sensitive or that having him touch her would feel so damn good. She didn’t want him to stop.
“Rule one, don’t lie to me. Not once.”
“That’s easy.”
“About anything. When I ask you a question, you answer it.”
“That’s going to be hard.”
“When you want me to touch you because you’re getting horny as fuck, you tell me.”
He moved, and his hand cupped between her thighs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath the shirt, so it was very easy for him to touch. He stroked her tender flesh, and she gasped as he pressed a finger deep inside her. “Are you sore?”
“Yes, but I can take it.”
“Such a brave girl, but this isn’t about me today. This is about you.”
He changed their position so she was now on her back, looking up at him. Within the next second, he had her shirt off and her legs spread wide open.
“Now that is a sight I’ve been wanting to see.”
“What?”
“You spread out, open, ready for me.”
He slid a finger between her slit and held it up. “You see that? That’s how wet you are for me. You want me too.”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He slammed his lips down on hers, and she gripped the back of his head. He pressed his body against hers, the hard ridge of his cock covered by his sweatpants. She whimpered because even though her body felt tense and a little sore, she wanted him. Jack didn’t linger on her lips. His mouth trailed kisses down her body again. He took his time with each of her tits, licking and sucking at her nipples before moving down.
She cried out his name as he took one of her pussy lips and sucked it into his mouth, then did the same to the next before finally attacking her clit.
He flicked his tongue across the swollen bud, going back and forth, up and down. The pleasure was instant, and she felt herself becoming even wetter as he toyed with her clit.
“Watch us, Lucia.”
Her head had been thrown back, relishing every lick, suck, and touch of his tongue.
Staring between her thighs, she watched him tease her clit before sliding down. She moaned as his tongue penetrated her pussy. His large hands pressed against her thighs, keeping them open, refusing to let them shut, not that she wanted to. She lapped up every single thing he was doing to her.
Jack kept bringing her to the edge of her release but not allowing her to push over, his expert tongue knowing what to do to drive her crazy. She wriggled, gasped, moaned, screamed, cried out, and still he didn’t stop. He kept on going, driving her higher and higher until she practically wept with need.
He was the one in charge of her pleasure, her need, and he would be the one to decide when to let her push over the edge into bliss. He cupped her ass tightly, to the point that she knew she would have bruises on her flesh, but she didn’t care. Not now, not ever.
She wanted his marks, craved his kind of possession, and knew she’d gladly come back for more as he threw her over the edge into a screaming orgasm that left her slightly shaken.
Jack wouldn’t let her go.
He kept on stroking, drawing more of her orgasm from her until she went into a second. Only when she’d had her third climax did he release her.
Pressing a final kiss to her pussy, he moved up her body, pulling her into his arms. She tasted herself on his lips, but she didn’t mind.
Turning to her side so that she could face him, she traced his lips with her finger. She liked when he got dirty, when he made a claim for her like this.
“I love listening to you come.” He ran a hand down her body, reaching around to cup her ass. “I could get used to it.”
“I rather like it myself.” She snuggled up against him. “I don’t want to go home.”
She didn’t know if she imagined it or not, but she was sure he tensed up.
“You’ve got to go home.”
“I know. I didn’t mean live here or anything. I know what’s at stake. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“You’re worth losing everything over.”
She smiled and shook her head. “No, I’m not. You love your job, and you’re pretty damn good at it as well. I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m not selfish. It’s just that … I like how I feel when I’m here.”
“And how is that, besides being completely sated?”
“I feel like I’m not invisible. That I matter to you.”
“You do.”
He held her just a little tighter, and she loved it.
“When I’m at home I feel invisible. My parents, it’s kind of hard to explain.”
“You don’t need to explain it to me. I get it. Believe me, I do.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “We’ll make this work, and you’re not invisible to me.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “We can make this work.”
She believed him.
Lucia spent the night with him, and on Sunday morning, she knew she didn’t have a choice but to head home. She couldn’t stay until the last minute, and Jack was already prepared to take her home.
He’d cleaned her clothes, but she didn’t have any panties as he’d destroyed them. After she pulled her hair up into a bun, they drove toward the park where they ran. No one was around, and as they climbed out, Jack walked her as far as he could without raising any suspicion. He’d even changed into his running clothes so it looked like she’d bumped into him in the park. They left the park, walking the short distance toward a private walkway that would be a quick route to her home. When they got toward the edge close to the wall, and she was about to leave, he quickly grabbed her, kissing her passionately.
“Text me when you get home.”
“I will.”
“I’ll be watching, but I want you to do that anyway.”
“Another rule?”
“Keeping you safe, yes.”
“I like it.”
She kissed him again, and then all too reluctantly, she pulled away.
Blowing out a breath, she walked home. It was still light out, and she folded her arms, hugging herself.
When she got to her front door, both of her parents’ cars were in the driveway. This was the first time she’d ever lied to them.
Just thinking about it made her feel a little sick.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she opened the door and entered her home.
Her parents were there.
“Where have you been?” her mother asked.
“We sent you messages. This is really irresponsible, Lucia,” her father said.
“We get you a car, and this is how you treat us.” This once again was from her mother. Already they were siding with each other.
She hadn’t even turned around to look at them yet.
The past weekend had been the most glorious time of her life, and right now, both of them were spoiling it.
Gritting her teeth, she cleared her voice. “My car stayed in the driveway.”
“And that is exactly where it will stay,” her mother said.
She spun around, tears in her eyes. “Why am I not surprised by that?” She all but shouted at her mother. “Lucia didn’t do exactly as you wanted. She didn’t stay home when it was her birthday and her parents forgot.”
Both of them seemed to pale and back down.
“We were sorry, Lucia, honey. It was work.”
“It’s always work. Don’t you get that? Oh, my God, you really don’t. I’m the only one that has the teachers write out report cards because you can’t make it. Do you know how that feels? My eighteenth birthday you apologize for not being there and promise to go out. I wait. I do my damn homework for over four hours, and you guys forgot. You talk about me being irresponsible for going out and not keeping you updated on every single movement I do, but what about the two of you?” She was yelling now.
Eighteen years of being pushed aside.
Eighteen years of being invisible had brought her to this moment.
Not anymore. She wasn’t about to end this weekend with them blaming her.
She’d experienced the most magical night of her life in Jack’s arms, and they were not going to take that away from her.
“Lucia,” her mother said.
“No. You are both responsible. I’m a good kid. Hell, I’m not even a kid anymore. I’m a full-grown adult. I spend most of my time alone. Before you tell me I’m irresponsible for having some time to myself then maybe you both should look in the mirror because you shouldn’t have gone through with the pregnancy. You got me.”
They were both pale, and now she was crying. Pushing past them, she ran up to her room.
“And I hate vegetarian food!” She yelled from her room and slammed the door. Flicking the lock into place, she rested her head against the door.
“You okay?” Jack asked, making her gasp.
She spun around to see the very man she was about to text resting against the wall.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, pushing some hair off her face, and wiping her tears away.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. Then I saw the tree outside your room, and I guess my days of climbing through a girl’s window are not completely over.”
She laughed, moving toward him and hugging him tightly. “Did you hear that?”
“I did. I’m pleased you stood up for yourself.” He cupped her chin and tilted her head back. After he dropped a kiss to her lips, she sighed. “I can’t stay. I broke my own rule here.”
“And what was that?”
“No climbing into a girl’s window.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I do.” He kissed her again. “I better go.”
She heard the footsteps outside her room.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes.” She watched him climb out of her window, and she was pleased her room wasn’t near the front of the house for everyone to see. “Take care.”
He was gone just as there was a knock on the door. Glancing around her bedroom, she brought her window partially down so that they didn’t suspect anything.
Tears were still in her eyes but were no longer trailing down her face.
Batting them away, she took a deep breath and moved toward the door. “What do you want?”
“To talk,” her father said.
It was always her father. Never her mother.
“I’m kind of tired right now. I’m going to shower. Get some sleep.”
“Where were you, Lucia? I was so worried.”
She licked her lips. “I was safe.”
“You’re wearing the same clothes that you went to school in.”
Glancing down at her clothes, she didn’t know what to say. “Goodnight, Dad.”
He sighed, and she got the sense he wanted to say something more. “We do love you, Lucia.”
She didn’t respond. It didn’t matter how much he loved her. It was just never enough. His love of his work and her mother came before her.
Stepping away from the door, she moved toward her bathroom. Stripping her clothes off, she glanced down and saw the finger marks of Jack’s touch. They were on her hips, and a quick glance in the small mirror over the sink showed they were also on her ass. She wore the signs of his affection, and she couldn’t help but smile.
This was real.
She hadn’t spent the weekend imagining being in her teacher’s bed.
She’d done it.
Had sex.
Been with Jack.
Only, it didn’t feel like a dirty little secret.
Far from it.
This felt real.
It felt right.
She didn’t want it to end.
Stepping beneath the shower, she closed her eyes, enjoying the warm spray. Her thoughts were still on Jack and then on how she was going to handle Marie.
****
Monday morning was always a busy and hectic time, especially for Jack as they were changing the topics they were learning about. He liked to mix it up, to help his students with their upcoming exams but to also make it fun.
He’d found it utterly boring growing up when it was nothing but work and exam-related. Still, it didn’t matter as he walked into the building. Making his way toward his classroom, everything was different. He’d broken his three rules.
One, never ever fuck a student. Two, never ever fall for a student. Three, don’t ever break any of the first two rules.
Over the weekend he’d broken those rules, but he didn’t feel guilty. In fact, last night in bed, he’d missed her close to him. He’d even stroked the bed where she’d lain the night before.
Get your head out of your ass.
Running a hand down his face, he tried to clear the fog from his mind, but nothing helped.
“Hello, handsome,” Beth said, knocking on his door.
“Morning,” he said, without looking up.
Forcing himself to get his shit together, he pulled out his class schedule and tapped the lesson, which was the second one of the day that held Lucia’s class. He needed to get his head in the game, as otherwise he’d be the one to completely blow this, and that was not what he wanted.
While he’d been so lost in thought, Beth entered his office, and it was only when she touched his back that he realized she’d not moved on.
Taking her wrists, he forced her to let him go.
“You seem a little tense today,” she said.
“Just getting everything ready.” He didn’t want her in his classroom, but forcing her out wasn’t going to help him. This was something he was going to have to deal with. He rubbed his chin.
“So, I wanted to stop by your place this weekend. I thought we could catch up.”
“I was busy.” He pulled out the marked sheets. Finding the correct folder for his first class of the day, he placed it on the desk.
“Oh, well, maybe some other time. I really liked going out with you.”
“I hate to do this, but I’ve got to get ready, Beth. Can we talk another time?”
“You seem different, Jack.”
“I’m not. Just focused. A lot of students to teach, you know.” And I fucked one this weekend. One I care about and you and me, it’s never going to happen. Not in a million years. “I’ve got to go.”
“Of course.”
Leaving the classroom, he closed the door, nodded at her, and headed toward the library. There were a few students in the hallway who greeted him, and he acknowledged them. They were all talking about the upcoming parties, one of which was the annual high school Halloween party. He’d already nominated himself to be part of it, and even had his costume ready. The zombie teacher.
It was lame and boring, but that was how he viewed high school parties. There was never any hard stuff unless one of the kids spiked the punch.
Entering the library, he gave a nod toward the librarian, who pointed toward the English section. “The books you requested are on the carriage, but I got sidetracked. They’re all there.”
He left her to it. She was on the phone, and he didn’t know what pressing business she had, so he ignored it.
The library was empty, but as he saw the trolley that contained his own stack of books, he glanced across toward the science section and there she was. Lucia stood looking at a shelf. Her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth, her hair once again tied on top of her head, and she wore jeans and a shirt. Her bag rested precariously on her shoulder.
It had been all night, and he couldn’t wait another second. Crossing toward her, he grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. She gasped but didn’t fight him the moment that she saw it was him. The bag fell to the floor as he cupped her face, sinking his fingers into her hair.
Slamming his lips on hers, he knew this was dangerous, and he shouldn’t do this, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He had to taste her, to touch her, to consume that fire that was raging within him.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders and plundered her mouth as soon as she opened up. It wasn’t enough, but then it would never be enough.
They had crossed that line, opened something up, and now they had to face the consequences.
Pulling away, he bit her lip and stared into her eyes.
“Not that I’m complaining, but I thought we had to keep this a secret,” she said.
“We are.” He forced himself to pull away even though he’d love nothing more than to push her to the floor and teach her something else that she could do. “How is your pussy?” he asked.
Her cheeks brightened once again. “It’s fine.”
“Good.” He stroked her cheek. “I’ll be thinking of you today.”
Stepping away from her, he picked up her bag and placed it over her shoulder.
“How did it go with your family?”
“We didn’t talk last night or this morning. They were still home, but that’s no surprise. Not really. They don’t like it when there’s conflict at home. I guess it’s why they don’t stick around all that often.”
He wanted to stay and talk about more, but the longer he was there, the higher the chance of him getting caught.
“They shouldn’t have forgotten you.”
“I can’t complain. I had a really good birthday night.”
“Good. How was Marie this morning?” he asked.
“Erm, she was good. She kept asking me a lot of questions, but she was just worried.”
He saw the guilt on her face. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry. I know we have to do this. I don’t have to like it, though. She’s my best friend.”
“The one thing I’ve learned in this life, Lucia, is that everyone has secrets. Even our best friends.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know. She seems pretty open about everything. I did promise her that Mark Ruffalo fest this weekend.”
“Okay.” He took her hand, kissing her knuckles. “I better get ready for class.”
She nodded.
He didn’t want to pull away, but he did. No one was around, and as he grabbed his books, he forced himself not to look back. He wanted to.
Fuck did he want to.
This was going to be torture for the two of them.
With the books in his hands, he gave a thumbs-up to the librarian as he made his way back to class. He’d set the books out where he needed them just as the bell rang. Students began to file into their respective rooms where they had registration, and he had his own class that he quickly dealt with. It was only fifteen minutes where the principal ran through a list of points for the upcoming week.
He listened with half an ear.
At the fifteen-minute point, the class left, and soon he had his own class that he had to teach. Pushing Lucia from his mind, he began to focus on his class, talking them through one of the more popular English plays.
He answered the questions, made his class laugh at some of his answers, and his assessments, and then before he knew it, the bell went again. He yelled out the homework with a warning that if they didn’t do it, there would be consequences.
The first of his next class arrived. He’d already scrubbed at the board and was putting the next topic on.
“Morning, class,” he said.
He felt when Lucia walked into the room. The scent of strawberries filled the air. He kept his back to the class, writing what they were learning. Love and hate. The fine line between the two. Connor swaggered in, and he didn’t even need to look to know he’d taken a seat in front of Lucia. Rachel entered, and the look of hate on her face was so clear to see.
Jack didn’t like this, not one bit.
Turning toward the room, he forced himself not to look, but like a moth to a fucking flame, he glanced toward Lucia’s table. Connor leaned back in his chair, talking to her. From the look on Lucia’s face, she wasn’t interested in whatever the kid had to say.
Get your shit together.
“Poetry contains many different emotions and feelings, one of those being a love and hate relationship. Connor, stand up,” he said.
He’d gladly have that kid as far from Lucia as possible.
“What up, teach?”
“Love and hate. Let me have it.”
“There’s a fine line between them.”
“Is that all you’ve got for me? The same usual talk about how they’re the same. Nothing that makes them better, worse?”
He’d never called on Connor to stand up in class. Now with every single person watching him, the cockiness wasn’t there.
“Well, Connor, I’m waiting.”
“What can I say, you love someone, you do. You hate someone, you beat them.”
A few chuckles erupted around the classroom. “As always you provide a colorful interpretation but not one I’m interested in. Sit down.”
He moved around the classroom, picking out select people to say what they thought of love and hate.
“What makes them the same is that they can be equal in passion,” Lucia said, drawing his attention. “You love someone and you can hate someone the same way, but you also can combine the same two emotions for the same person.”
“Well done. This is also subject to interpretation. Within stories and even within poems someone can hate with a passion, but everything they speak about can create love. It’s like the opposite of each emotion.” Placing a book on their desk, he made his way up and down the aisles, speaking as he did. When he got to Lucia’s table, he waited for her to take the book. Her thumb stroked across his. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her, but this was something he had to keep to his fucking self.
Focus.
Ignoring Connor, he made his way to the front of the classroom, read out a single poem, and asked each of them to provide him with a point that the poem gave. He got the class flowing, and even though his gaze kept locking with Lucia’s, he didn’t draw any attention to her.
All too soon the bell went and the class started to filter out. He watched them leave. Connor moved past him.
“Good class today, teach.”
“Maybe if you spend less time flirting and more time paying attention, you’ll be able to answer my questions.”
“I don’t need to answer your questions, but I’ll be careful. My dad would love any excuse to go after a teacher,” Connor said.
“How manly you are. You get your dad for everything.”
Connor had nothing to say, and he stared him down.
Lucia was the last to leave. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“This is my classroom, and I will not have him slacking on my time.”
“It’s not that. Connor’s been known to get his dad involved. It’s why for the most part the teachers are afraid of him.”
“I’m not afraid of him, Lucia. I do a good job.”
“I’d hate for you to lose your job over something he’s said or done.”
“Not going to happen. Remember what I’ve said though. Be careful around him.”
“I have no intention of being alone with him.” She licked her lips, but they couldn’t say anything more. His next class came in, and she smiled at him, leaving him alone.
This was going to be fucking torture.
He got through the rest of the day, and he stayed in the staff room for his lunch. Beth and Coleman were there, flirting with each other.
Jack didn’t know if she was trying to make him jealous as she kept on stealing little looks his way.
“Hey, did you hear?” Coleman asked.
“Hear what?”
“The attack on that woman. It was completely random. They found the guy, as he attacked two other women in different towns. He’s a drifter, but they finally caught him.”
“At least you taught the kids how to look after themselves,” Beth said.
“Yeah, at least we did that.”
The rest of the day went by without a hitch, but he didn’t like the twisting feeling in his gut. Ever since they taught the kids self-defense, Connor had developed an interest in Lucia. One Jack didn’t like, and with the way people talked about him, he didn’t think it was healthy for her.
There was no one he could talk to.
When the bell went for the end of the day, he was relieved. Packing up his stuff, he made his way to the library, only to find that it had been closed. Returning the books to his classroom, he left the building. His car was one of the few that was left. No sign of Lucia or her car.
Driving home, he pulled up to his drive and got out.
He didn’t go for a beer, and instead made himself a cup of coffee. Collapsing on the sofa, he saw Lucia. The way she’d looked spread-eagled, willing, open, fucking perfection as far as he was concerned.
His cell phone buzzed.
Lucia: Did you get home safely?
He smiled. Even though he was older than she was, he liked that she cared.
Jack: Yeah. Lonely though. Missing you.
Lucia: Parents are home. I’m in my bedroom but they’re cooking. I’m kind of scared.
Jack: Maybe they realized that they’ve been bad.
Lucia: I don’t know. I think I’m used to them not caring.
Jack: Can’t have it both ways.
Lucia: I wish I was with you.
Jack: You will be. Did Marie suspect anything?
Lucia: She kept asking what was different about me. I told her nothing and that she needed glasses. She should wear them but she refuses to. I don’t like lying to her.
He got that.
Lucia: I enjoyed your class today but you really do need to be careful of Connor. Check him out online. You’ll see.
Jack: I’m not afraid of him. I’ve done nothing wrong.
Lucia: Most teachers haven’t done anything wrong but because they won’t jump for him, he can get daddy involved.
Jack: Are you returning to social media?
Lucia: Nope. I learned my lesson. I’ll keep my bullying to high school. I’ve got to go. Dinner is ready.
He didn’t like the thought of her getting bullied at all. Taking her advice, he did do a quick search and found Connor on his social media pages. The kid was an asshole and a bully. He’d seen some of the comments he’d left, but also, he checked out the one marked about one of the teachers.
“Sick bastard should have known not to mess with me,” he’d written. “No teacher is safe.”
This just proved to Jack that he didn’t like the kid.
After running through the kid’s social media pages, he still didn’t like what he saw. Connor was a kid used to getting what he wanted or getting daddy to move them out of the way, which was fine. One quick glance, and Jack already knew who the dad was, and of course the weight he had to throw around.
This just made him smile.
Money equaled power.
He lived his life on a teacher’s salary, but his family came from money. His parents made a lot being famous lawyers, but he’d also had his grandfather’s inheritance. He’d taken that money and invested it.
A simple teaching life was all he lived, but he had a lot of wealth to his name as well. He simply didn’t use it, much to his parents’ annoyance.
Smiling, he closed the laptop just as there was a knock on the door.
Getting to his feet, he made his way over, and opened the door without checking who it was.
Lucia stood on the doorstep.
It was late, already past eight.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
The smile on her lips died.
“I … erm … I…”
He pulled her into his home, pressing her up against the door. “The next time you’re traveling over here, let me know. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Do you understand?”
“I heard they caught that attacker guy,” she said. “It’s safe.”
“It’s never safe.”
“Is this another of your rules?”
“Hell, yes.”
She smiled. “Then as a very good student, I’ll follow them, sir.”
He loved her sass, her cheekiness, fucking everything. Slamming his lips down on hers, he felt her melt against him, moaning. He locked their fingers together, his dick already going hard at the feel of her pressed against him.
Jack groaned, wanting to be balls deep inside her.
“Am I too much for you?” he asked, kissing down her neck.
He was addicted to the scent of strawberries.
“I won’t break, Jack. I want this. I want you.”
“Do you even know what you’re asking?” he asked. “There’s so much I want to do to you. Fuck, I should be thrown in jail just for thinking about them.”
She sank to her knees there in his doorway.
The front door was closed, and he flicked the lock in place just as she reached for the button on his jeans.
“I don’t suppose this is one of the things on your mind.”
“You wanting to suck my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.” She eased the zipper down, and he hissed as the tension released and his cock sprang free. “You’re my first, though, so you’re going to need to tell me what you like.”
That shouldn’t be sexy, but he found it so. He wanted her, couldn’t get her out of his mind.
“Wrap your fingers around my dick. That’s it, now work it up and down to the base.” The tip already had pre-cum leaking out, and he hissed at the pleasure.
Her touch was inexperienced but driving him crazy for more. This shouldn’t be happening, but the forbidden certainly had its perks.
“Run your thumb across the tip. Now slide it down my cock.”
She followed every instruction, tightening her hand, moving just a little faster.
When she leaned in close and pressed her tongue against the tip, he jumped from the touch.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. There’s no pain.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. Lick me again.”
Her tongue went against the tip of his dick and slid over the little hole that leaked his pre-cum. He watched her taste him.
Sliding his fingers in her hair, he wrapped it around his fist, groaning as her mouth covered the head.
“Don’t use your teeth. You don’t need to bite me, just suck.” He sank inside her mouth until he hit the back of her throat, and the pleasure blew him away.
Pulling out, he slid back inside, and watched his cock, now coated in her saliva as she took him.
He never went too deep, not wanting her to gag.
Taking her hand, he placed it around the length she wasn’t sucking on and showed her exactly how he liked it while also holding her in place so that he could fuck her mouth.
Her plump lips looked so good as they sucked on him.
It was all too much, and before he could stop himself, he came, flooding her mouth, and watched in amazement as she swallowed every last drop of his cum.
She stared up at him, the trust in her eyes bringing him to his knees as he held her close. Cupping her face, he stroked a thumb across her bottom lip where his cum lay, and she took him back into her mouth.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said.
“See, watching porn has its perks.”
“You got all that from watching porn?”
“And reading. I do like to read, and the joy of having no parental control, I can do what I like.” She looked empowered, strong, courageous.
Taking her lips, he tasted himself on her tongue, but he didn’t care. Pulling her clothes off, he moved her back until they were on the stairs.
She was completely naked, and he spread her legs, sliding between her pussy, tasting her cunt.
She cried out his name, the sound echoing on the stairs, and he didn’t care.
He wanted her to come, to flood his mouth with her cream.
When he plunged two fingers inside her, she rocked her hips back and forth as he licked her clit.
She was fire in his arms.
Her fingers held his head, moving her pussy against his face. He loved that she took as much as she gave.
When she gave, the sounds she made drove his arousal higher.
Even though he’d already come seconds before, he needed her again. Pulling a condom from his pants, he tore into the packet, sliding it on.
He couldn’t wait to take her upstairs to his bedroom. Pressing the tip of his cock to her entrance, he slid in deep.
“Fuck, Lucia, you feel so good.”
Her tight cunt wrapped around his dick like a fist.
Pulling out of her heat, he looked down and watched as he thrust inside her. The lips of her pussy spread across his cock.
“Look at us, Lucia. Look at me deep inside you.”
He pulled out and held his cock at her entrance.
They both moaned as he filled her, slamming in deep.
Kissing her hard, he drove inside her, taking what belonged to him. She was his woman, and he wasn’t going to let her go. He couldn’t.
They were meant to be together.
The age gap be damned.
The forbidden didn’t matter as he filled her. Being inside her was a fucking dream. She was made for him. There was no other way to describe it.
Lucia was his.
Kissing down her neck, he sucked on each of her tits. Reaching between them, he stroked her clit, wanting her to come, to find her release before he did.
“Feels so good,” she said, arching up.
Begging him for more.
Taking each and every thrust.
Driving up to meet him.
She was here because she wanted to be.
No one could take that away.
Lucia came hard on his cock, his name on her lips.
The pleasure of her tightening pussy set him off, and he joined her, flooding the condom with his cum as he came.
Afterward they were both panting. As he looked at her, he saw the smile on her lips. Cupping her face, he smiled along with her.
“What?”
“I had no intention of doing any of that,” she said.
This caused him to raise a brow. “You didn’t?”
“No. I just wanted to see you, and I guess one thing led to another.”
“Which led to another. I like seeing you, Lucia. I don’t expect sex.”
“Don’t even think about being guilty.” She sat up and cupped his face. “I was the one that went to my knees first. I initiated this. Actually, I’m starting to think I put in all the effort.” She kissed him again.
He chuckled. “Well, I’m never one to be outdone, so I’ll have to think of something else to make up for it.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Her kisses woke up his need once again, and her pussy tightened around his length.
“Can you stay?” he asked.
“I want to, but I can’t.”
“I know. It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine. It was far from fine.
“We can make this work.”
They didn’t have much of a choice. Losing her was not an option for him.