Hot For Teacher
Hot For Teacher, or also known as Hot For You (now a book!). Was an OG one shot that you all absolutely loved!
Of course I am bringing part one back. But do note that there are some big differences to the actual stories line in the book. Check it out on my page.
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"Hey girl, thanks for the book. Definitely kept me up all night." Emma winks at me as she places Credence by Penelope Douglas down into my desk. I throw her a smile as she sits down besides me.
"I knew you'd like it, you're just as sick as me." Rolling her eyes, we both can't help but laugh in agreement.
"I don't remember putting this on the reading list." A deep voice catches my attention as I watch the book get picked up. Alarmed I tried to snatch it out of his hands but it was no use, he quickly swiveled around. My heartbeat quickens as he flicks through the pages.
"Oh no." Oh no indeed Emma. You may as well Kill me now, let a hole open up and swallow me whole.
Mr St. Cloud proseeds to read out loud and my face reddens mortified as I realise which section of the book he had landed on. The kitchen scene with Uncle Jake, oh god NO!
"Sir. No!" His deep voice draws out the words as he soon realised what the scene indulges. His light eyes snap toward me, when our eyes meet his are slightly wider than usual, his lips tilted up in a small smirk. His deep blue eyes seem to have darkened. Swallowing nervously, I lift my hand to take the book. I offer him a sheepish smile as I wait for him to hand it back.
Licking his lips he watches me for a moment, my face burns under his intense gaze as I wait for him to move. I don't avert my gaze, although embarrassed I will not allow him the satisfaction of thinking I am ashamed of what I read.
"I think I will keep this until after class Miss Mosina, you can collect it then." Sonofabitch!
Mr Dean St.Cloud would have been your typical popular boy in high school, a high grade student and star of the basketball team. In college he definitely would have been that guy too. But now as my third year professor, I can't seem to shake the feeling of him doing this on purpose. He's not a jock anymore, he doesn't rule over this institution as he may have once done.
I narrow my eyes at him, and shrug my shoulders. This seems to irritate him as his veins in his large hand pop against the book, squeezing it way harder than he should. And here I thought he was a creative writing professor.
With a final glare he turns towards his desk. I glance around awkwardly as I see the odd student who had already arrived staring. I arch my brow as if to say 'what?' And most look away quickly. Nosey shits.
"Well, that was awkward." I give Emma a tight smile biting back the sarcastic response. She bites her lip to refrain from laughing.
"He's such an ass, I know he isn't much older than us but he can't do shit like that. Right?" She just shrugs and begins to take her things out of her bag. With a sigh I follow suit.
The class goes by fairly quickly, with no unsolicited advances from Mr St.Cloud.
When I arrived in this class at the start of the year five months ago I can admit I was definitely hot for teacher, I mean who wouldn't be. He was a tall man, about six foot four or five. I suppose you have to be tall to play semi professional basketball.
He was built but not one of those bodybuilder types, he has muscle but nothing crazy. His light blonde hair was cut short at the sides with the top always styled in that 'I just woke up' kind of style. It suited him.
From what I hear he is nearly thirty-four and single. I know what you're thinking, how the hell do you know so much? Well my friend Emma over here has a tendency to snoop and she loves good gossip, so naturally she tells me everything.
"I have to head off to my next class, meet up after?" Emma quickly picks up her belongings and rushes towards the door not giving me time to reply. Course I would meet up with her, it's not like I have a hoard of friends hanging about.
I stayed seated whilst the remaining students left, Mr St.Cloud was busy on his laptop as I watched him. His brow was creased at whatever it was he was reading.
Once everyone leaves, I make my way over to him. As I neared I realized what he was reading. "Seriously?" I could feel my cheeks heat as he slowly glanced up.
"Us literature folks should appreciate all forms of text, don't you think?" His teasing shocked me, but I masked it by snatching the book from his hands.
"Surely you're not mocking me for my choice of literature Sir? Because if anyone were to ask, I would say book porn is 100% times better than watching it. It gets my imagination going, you know?" I wanted him to squirm, blush anything. I want him to feel just as uncomfortable, I probably shouldn't but he overstepped.
His eyes widen, but smothers his features as he stands. He rounds his desk, standing in front of me. Okay, so maybe what I said was more inappropriate, but his invasion of privacy was on par, right?
"How old are you Jelena?" I frown, what kind of question is that, he knows how old I am. He has access to my campus file.
"I'm 22, Sir." I humour him, slightly curious where this conversation was going. He hums in what appears to be approval.
"And the books that you write, are they similar to this?" He points toward the book I held close to my chest as if it could calm my nerves. I nod.
"Well if you ever need a second pair of eyes or just help with editing. Don't hesitate to ask." What? He wants to read my sexy books, as in the ones I have written.
"You want to read my manuscript Sir?" I'm so confused. I watch him closely waiting for his reply, his jaw is fixed clenching a few times. He was trying to appeal cool and collected but he wasn't, this was affecting him in ways it shouldn't. Damn, sometimes I cursed my ability to read people so well, my teacher shouldn't be reacting like this.
"I do." His reply was much more breathy, his voice gravalier than usual. Oh god.
"I'm not sure that would be appropriate." I managed to say. Although the thought of him reading my work sent a tingle to my core. Jesus Jelena, get a hold of yourself, he's your teacher.
But a very hot teacher. And it's not like it's illegal, he would only be reading a book, it's fiction. Even if some scenes were thought of in the middle of his class as I was daydreaming about him. Damnit!
He smiles, a real smile, the kind that dazzles you to the point of awe. It should be illegal for anyone to have such a sexy smile. "May I?" He holds his hand out expectantly as he eyes the book. I handed it to him out of curiosity.
Flipping through the pages, he stops at a specific one. Handing it back to me I let out a little gasp in realisation. In a pink highlighter pen I had gone over a few lines of the book. A specific garage scene where the main female meets one of the main characters. It's forceful, down right sexy and so wrong but my god when I read it I was so turned on I couldn't help but play. They didn't even have sex, but the way it was written did things to me.
I bite my lip, I can feel my cheeks heating as his hot gaze is fixed on me. Sighing, I shrug. Acting like it doesn't bother you and you'll be fine. I reassure myself.
"That's not even the worst part Sir." I play coy, I shouldn't but I don't think him wanting to read my manuscript is the only reason for this conversation.
"No, no it isn't not." I can't help but swallow hard, the lingering threat and promise behind his words has my core clenching.
I couldn't help myself, he was purposely trying to turn me on with his words and it was working. I take a small step towards him and tilt my head slightly to feign innocence. "What else did you read?" I lower my voice an octave, as I say each word slowly. My breaths were slow but deep with each rise and fall of my chest. His eyes drop for a second watching the action. As quick as he looked his eyes met my own again.
"Don't tease me." His directness shocked me, but I wasn't all too surprised, he has always been very blunt and to the point.
"Then don't tease me." Frustrated would be an understatement.
Closing the small gap between us he lifts his hand, gently trailing the back of his fingers against my cheek. In a far too sensual voice he whispers, "Believe me Jelena, if I was really teasing you, you would know." My breath was stuck in the back of my throat, I just stood there, gaping at him as my brain processed his words.
"I want to know." I whisper breathlessly. I peer up at him through my lashing with a teasing smile, hoping I would bite. With a devilish smile that has liquid heat flooding between my legs, he pulls me closer to his chest.
"You're a wicked temptation girl." He growls before crashing his lips against mine. I don't hesitate, I kiss him back with as much need. His lips are soft against mine but his devilish tongue plays with my own. I gasp at a sharp bite to my bottom lip, then gently he sucks on it, soothing the sting. His mouth shows me all the things I have to look forward to once he's between my legs.
We both come up for air, panting lightly. He leans away, glancing towards the door. "Lock it." He demands. I obey, on shaky legs I make my way over to it and lock the door. Turning back to face him, he crooks a finger with a come here motion, the devilish gleam in his eyes and the cheeky smirk almost bringing me to my knees.
In front of him, he grasped my face in his hand, slightly squishing my cheeks together. "Get on your knees and take my cock out." Oh, my kitty practically purrs in response, throbbing at his dirty words.
Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I fall to my knees with a light thud, coming face to face with his impressive bulge. With shaky hands, I unbuckle his belt and trousers. I hesitate for a moment, glancing up at him. Do I take his trousers and boxers off at the same time or... On cue, he demands forcefully, "Take it all off." I blink up at him, with wide eyes thankful for the instruction.
I pull it down his legs leaving them to rest on his thighs. His cock juds at the sudden movement, bobbing up and down in my face. His thick head is already juicy with pre cum. My mouth salivates at the sight and I lick my lips.
"May I, Sir?" My voice is hoarse, and slightly squeaky but he doesn't seem to mind.
"Yes." I don't need to be told twice, with a firm yet gently hold, I wrap my hand around the base and bring it to my lips. Teasingly I lick the pre cum first making him groan, I do it once more and moan at the taste.
He fists the back of my head, forcing me to look up. With his other hand he replaces mine around the base as he lines his cock, slightly pushing it against my lips. "Suck Jelena, don't tease." God this is incredible, he's so demanding and I absolutely love it.
I take him in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I suck, bobbing my head slowly up and down his thick shaft. He groans and it's one of the hottest sounds I have ever heard. "Good fucking girl." It encourages me. And I give him the best head I have ever given a man. I flick my tongue as I take him deeper, his hand tightens against my head but doesn't push me further down.
I glance up at him wanting to see his beautiful face, to watch him consumed with pleasure. But he's already watching me, his blue eyes hudded with pleasure, his mouth slightly open as soft breathless moans leave his lips. I can't look away, and neither can he. My eyes start to water as he gently pushes against the back of my throat, before I can gag he pulls out.
Gently, Dean lifts me up and backs me up against his desk. "Lift your skirt." I do as I'm told, showing him my black lace thong. He licks his lips as he takes in my legs and covered mound. I go to pull down my thong but he stops me.
"No, leave them on." I frown at him confused.
Ignoring my frown he lifts me up, sitting me on the desk. "Put your feet on the desk." Once my feet are up I part my knees for him. He steps forward and trails his middle finger over my covered folds. The gentleness of it sends tingles through my body.
"How wet are you?" He asks not glancing up, he seems far too mesmerised by my covered pussy.
"Why don't you find out?" My boldness shocks me but it only makes him grin. Crouching down in front of me he pulls my thong to the side and wastes no time in licking all the way up mh slit, his groans. I moan as his tongue flicks against my
"Fuck, you taste good." I cheeks warm at his compliment and then I moan in shock as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I feel his fingers at my entrance, he pushes one inside, my walls clench around him. With his tongue toying with my clit and the slow pump of his fingers I'm a mewling mess.
The thrill of possibly being caught catching up to me as my moans get louder. The thought is so intoxicating. But I slam a hand over my mouth to muffle them, when he adds another finger. My hips buckle up at the added thickness and with the stock of his fingers against my soft spot and the suckle of his tongue I'm coming.
I tear my hand from my mouth to grip his hair, holding his face to my pussy as I ride out my orgasm. He hums against me, sending further waves of pleasure up my core. Catching my breath I release my vice grip hold of his hair.
He withdraws his fingers and stands between my legs. Dean hums in approval as he parts his fingers, then webbing in between with my juices. He brings his fingers to my lips, "Suck, then you can have my cock." Eagerly I clear my justices from his fingers and moan at the taste of myself. I suck them first, then lick in between to make sure I get every last drop.
I look up at him through my lashes, not yet releasing his fingers. He gives me a soft satisfied smile then pulls his fingers out, and gently caresses my cheek. "Good girl." My expression softens at the praise, god that felt so good, to hear him say those words to me. My chest warms in response.
The tender moment is over as soon as he lifts my legs wrapping them around his waist. He runs the head of his cock up and down my folds, I bite back a moan at the feeling. "Please." I whimper when the teasing gets too much. He pushes against my entrance, his eyes firmly locked on mine. His brow arches, waiting.
I realized what he's asking, and I eagerly obliged. "Please... please fuck me Sir." I beg. With hooded eyes he bites his lip at my dirty words. I can't look away from his beautiful blues. My eyes widen and a small shocked scream comes flying out my mouth as he slabs into me, he silences me with a kiss to muffle my moans. He doesn't move for a second allowing me to adjust.
With first hands firmly on my arse, he thrust deep and hard, making sure to keep hold of me with each thrust. I throw arms around his neck to steady myself. I hate that I can't feel his skin against my own. Damn clothes.
His low groans of pleasure are like honey to my ears. A slight bead of sweat glistens above his brow and I get the sudden urge to lick it, I don't but still the urge is strong. He looks sexy as sin, so focused on our pleasure.
With the position we're in, he hits my soft spot over and over almost sending me over the edge in absolute bliss.
"Touch yourself, I want you to come around my cock." I lower my arm from around his neck and do as I'm told, adding a little pressure with each swirl against my clit. I moan at the sensation, slightly panting as I match his thrust. I feel myself starting to get hot as my stomach tenses.
I force my legs further apart wanting to feel more of him and it takes everything in me to not tremble as my orgasm builds. "I'm close... so close." I'm not sure if he understood me, my words were almost incoherent but his pace quickens and with each slam of his hips he grinds a little against me, and I'm tipping over the edge.
With a broken string of moans, I throw my head back and let my legs shake as my orgasm breaks loose. Each nerve is on fire as I twitch in pleasure. Oh I'm in heaven, this man is heaven.
I ride out my high as his thrust picks up, he fists the back of my neck, leaning his forehead against mine. Our eyes never break and I whisper, "Come for me Sir." With a low groan he comes undone inside of me, filling me so whole I think I may burst. I smile, kissing his lips gently as I massage the back of his neck soothingly.
"You're a naughty girl, baby." He mumbles against my lips and I can't help but laugh. Dean held me closer to his chest, with his face nuzzled into my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin. I can't help but shiver.
He lays a gentle kiss on my neck and pulls away, reluctantly pulling out of me. He watches in awe as his cum seeps out of me and licks his lips approvingly, "Tell me it's mine. Tell me this pretty pussy is mine."
"It's all yours." To show him I mean it I dip my fingers inside of me and bring it up to my mouth, we both groan. The taste of myself and him is a delicious treat.
We catch our breath for a few minutes then dress as we hear chatter from the corridor. "We need to stop doing this here baby." He murmurs as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind. I roll my eyes but I know he's right.
Since our shocking second encounter on the first day of term five months ago, after our one night stand before the term even started we haven't been able to keep our hands off each other. Especially in risky places and little role playing scenes. But that doesn't mean I want to stop, it was too much fun.
"Fine. But you have to tell me you don't love it. The thrill and anticipation of being caught balls deep inside your student. Tell me Dean and we'll stop." He glares at me. I smile at him sweetly because I know damn right he won't, he loves being naughty as much as I do.
"You know..." His voice drops teasingly as he spins me to face him. I can't hide my grin as he cups my cheeks in his large hands. "You know I love you, don't you Jelena." My heart thumps in my chest, almost skipping a beat. My eyes prickle with tears but I don't let them fall. He only told me so recently and it still warms my insides.
On my tiptoes I wrap my arms around his broad shoulder and kiss his lips softly, spilling all my love into each movement hoping he feels it too. "I love you too."
