Chapter 5
GRACIE
I sit on a chair in the back of the library stacks with my legs spread, watching Mr. Davis unbutton his pants. It’s lunchtime, so we should be alone, but knowing someone could walk in on us at any time adds a dangerous sexiness to our meeting.
Licking my lips, I watch as Chris lets his pants drop and stands there grinning at me with that fantasy-hero grin of his. I feel so tiny yet invulnerable. This man owns me and would never let anything happen to me.
But he’s not just my teacher, is he? As hot as that is. He’s my dad’s best friend. And that’s going to create some problems for us in the future.
I’ve already thought about it. Gone over it countless times in my mind.
How will I break the news to Dad without him killing us both?
Chris unbuttons his shirt to reveal a chiseled masterpiece of washboard abs beneath, and goosebumps break out all over my body.
His chest bulges like a warrior’s physique with just the right amount of hair.
A handful of scars decorate his torso here and there, and I bite my lip as he advances on me.
Here at this moment, at school, the outside world doesn’t matter. I’m his student and he’s my teacher, and the wrongness of our little roleplay drives me wild. It’s so much hotter than I ever imagined when I first ‘enrolled’ here.
We’ve made it our goal to have sex wherever we can without getting caught.
His office, the stairwells, the baseball field, even the girls’ locker room when everyone had left school and before the janitor came in to clean. Now it’s time to christen the library.
My eyes are pulled to his erection, which stands straight out like a spear from between his legs as he walks.
It still makes me blush, knowing that it’s me causing his arousal.
Me that he’s putting his career on the line for.
He always whispers to me that what we’re doing is naughty, and it is, but I know he’d do anything for me.
We’re intertwined now, like two tornadoes spinning into one, bound together by a shared emotion that grows and grows as each day passes. That emotion?
Love.
I’m in love with Chris, and he’s in love with me. I know it.
Just because neither of us has said it yet doesn’t change anything. He’s worried about what will happen if Dad finds out, and I get that. So I’ll just wait. Wait until he’s ready to say the words that will change my life forever…again.
“You should not be going commando at school, Miss Williams,” Chris says, his voice low and scolding but his eyes sparkling. “Not only is that a violation of dress code, but it’s also indecent.”
Heat scorches through me as he stops a few feet away and towers over me, all corded sinew and stiff muscles.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Davis.” I pout up at him while beating my eyelids. “I didn’t realize not wearing panties was something a teacher would ever notice.”
I let my legs spread wider, causing my skirt to rise up past my hips, exposing myself fully to him. I can already feel my wetness dripping down my butt.
It’s so thrilling knowing that the rest of the school is in the cafeteria, eating their lunch and gossiping, blissfully unaware that we’re back here, naked and naughty.
They all want him, but he’s mine…
“Are you trying to get me fired, Miss Williams?” he asks as he begins stroking himself.
He’s turned on by me. That’s so hot…
Unable to help myself, I reach up into my shirt and squeeze my breast, sending a jolt of excitement through me. My nipples are both hard already, and my body is on fire.
“What’s more important, Daddy? Me? Or your job?”
With a fierce snarl, he grabs me by the butt and lifts me onto a table, dragging me to the edge so my butt is hanging off and my legs are spread wide. “You,” he growls. “You’re everything.”
His praise washes through me, causing me to swell with pride. A few weeks ago, I was just a girl. Now Chris makes me feel so special. Like he couldn’t live without me.
Which is good, because I know I can’t live without him.
With a low rumble from his stomach, he leans down between my legs and drags his strong tongue up my tender, soaked flesh, sending a golden shiver through my body. I snatch the edges of the table and hang on as he stands up, takes a breath, and presses the tip of his manhood against my entrance.
“You know you’re my favorite student?” He smirks. His question spurs me, igniting my passion to a whole new level. A sinful smile creeps across my lips, and I nod up at him.
“Am I? I’m better than all those other girls?” I’m itching for him to take me. Just feeling his tip there, poised to penetrate me, has me salivating.
“It’s not even a competition,” he replies, nearly causing my heart to burst.
“Even when I’m late to class?” I tease. “Or when I don’t do my homework?”
With just the right amount of roughness, Chris snatches me by the chin and brings his eyes to mine. “Don’t do your homework ever again, Miss Williams. That way I can continue to punish you.”
His words are perfection. He is perfection. I never knew I had this in me. But Chris has awoken a side of me that just keeps on growing.
His brow tightens. His eyes narrow. I take a deep breath, readying myself for what’s to come. For what I’m desperate to receive.
And then he pushes.
When the stretch comes, I can’t do anything but smile. There’s always a hint of pain, but it’s nothing compared to the bliss. My body gives way to his girth, like I’m his little doll for him to use as he pleases.
My eyes roll back, and my jaw drops as he slides inside. I count the inches as he gives them to me, all the way up to nine. I still remember a few days ago when I took him all the way down my throat. I was desperate to know, so I just grabbed a ruler off his desk and measured.
“No way…” I remember saying. All Chris did was smile.
A deep breath relaxes me as he bottoms out. I feel his balls against my butt and wrap my legs around his strong waist, pulling him in. This may be taboo, and we may be breaking so many rules right now, but I want him close.
I want to smell him, feel his heartbeat and his chest swell as he breathes. Every day that I’m with him, I feel more and more like a part of him. Like the two of us will never be parted.
And I don’t even have to say anything. Chris understands. He gets the message and leans in, scooping me into his arms, kissing me up my neck with tender little love bites, all the way until he finds my lips.
His mouth is so much bigger than mine and captures me totally. It’s so dreamy just how small I am compared to him, wrapped in his embrace as he penetrates me.
Our hips move in sync, our rhythms matching perfectly, like two identical waves crashing against the beach. My consciousness starts to wander, and I feel myself slipping away, lost in him. The way he holds me, owns me, how he teaches me to be everything he wants.
Already, I can feel the pressure rising inside me. My cheeks flush, and my nerve endings start to sizzle like sparklers. Chris’s lips twist into a smile against mine. “That’s it, Miss Williams. Take my cock just like I taught you.”
I nod feverishly. “Do I take it well, Daddy?”
The power in his strokes increases, shaking the table beneath me. “You know you do, little girl. That pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
Oh, God. So hot! My mind expands like twinkling stars ready to go supernova.
“Yes!” I moan, my back arching, my body tensing. The old table creaks as he thrusts. His drug-like scent overwhelms the smell of old books, and a beam of light spills in from the window, shining down on him like a spotlight.
“Then come for me,” he demands, his voice a sexy order that breaks me.
I fight back my moan, just like I’m supposed to while here at school, lean in, and gently wrap my teeth around the thick muscles at the base of his neck like a cat that’s lost its mind.
He groans, grabs my hair, and twists, adding an extra physical sensation that heightens my release.
My legs grip around him like a vise as I grind myself deeper onto his unyielding shaft. Chris grunts, almost painfully, like he’s fighting against something. His hips jerk but then abruptly lever hard, burying his full length inside me.
My eyes go wide as I realize what’s about to happen.
“Gracie, I can’t. I’m gonna come—"
It takes all my willpower to stay quiet when I feel something I’ve never felt before—a hot, sticky mess that sprays deep within my folds.
His flesh twitches, flexes hard, and I realize what’s happening.
He’s coming inside me!
Up until this moment, Chris has been very careful about using the ‘pullout method.’ He said he couldn’t get me pregnant. That it would complicate things. Maybe even ruin them. He said it was nearly impossible to hold back, though.
I guess he finally lost control…because of me.
“I feel it!” I moan, soaring to a new level of heaven. “Oh, Daddy, it’s so nice!”
“I had to,” he rasps, his chest heaving against mine as he continues to pump inside me, causing a pressure to rise in my belly. “I couldn’t hold back, Gracie. Your pussy is just too good.”
His words of praise swim through me, sending me into the stratosphere. My body goes stiff one last time as a final wave of ecstasy quakes through me, and I slump back on the table, gasping for breath.
Chris slumps down on me, his heart pounding hard against mine. I count the beats, one-two-three. Focusing on them helps bring me back down to earth.
Somehow, even now, I can’t believe what we’re doing. What we’re up to. That my plan of transferring to Pine Hills and making Chris see me actually worked.
It’s like the first time, every time. All I want is for this to be my life. Forever.
My body is humming. Every single movement he makes, every touch, goes through me like electricity. Between my legs, everything is creamy. Even with him inside me, I can feel droplets of his release starting to spill out and run down my butt.
I’m just about to lean up and kiss Chris when his voice stops me. “This changes everything.”
“Ya think?” I giggle, gently massaging the back of his head with my nails.
He presses himself up on his elbows, and there’s so much going on in his eyes that I can’t even decipher it. “If you get pregnant, Gracie…we’re going to have to tell your father.”
His words drag me back down into the mud. Into the reality of our situation that I’ve been desperate to ignore. My stomach drops. “Can’t hide forever, I guess…”
“He’ll kill me,” Chris mutters.
“Will he, though?”
He sighs and looks away, but I press my hand to his chest. “You’re his best friend! He knows he can trust you. That you’ll take care of me—”
“No.” He shakes his head. “From his point of view, you’re off-limits, Gracie.”
He’s probably right. My dad may not be a control freak, but he is very protective of me. “Okay, then. I will talk to him.”
“Whoa, no way,” Chris replies, almost laughing. He smooths my hair back and kisses me gently. “That would be a disaster.”
“What?!” I gasp. “Me talking to my dad would be a disaster? I know him. I can get him to understand.”
He smiles, shaking his head. “You’re such a little firecracker.”
“Am I?”
He traces my cheek with his strong fingers and nods. “And I love that about you. But breaking the news to your father, that’s something I need to do.”
The bell rings, startling us both. We sigh in unison. I gasp as he slides out, leaving me with an empty feeling all the way up through my stomach. I quickly sit up and look between my legs as pearls of Chris’s milky white release drip out of me.
What a sight…
“I tried to hold back, Gracie,” he says, stuffing himself back into his pants and buttoning up his shirt. “But you bring it out of me. You turn me into an animal, make me feel alive. You make me lose control.”
I smile devilishly up at him. “Sorry. Not sorry.”
He smirks back at me, his charm like a warm blanket that makes me want to stay here, lying back with my legs open so he can use me again.
“You better not be,” he chuckles, tugging me to my feet. He spanks me on the ass before buttoning me up, and I feel more of his seed spill out of me, splashing on my ankles. “And don’t tempt me too much in class this afternoon, or I might just have to keep you after school.”
“Oh, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Chris kisses me and manages to get his belt buckled. I grab some tissues from my purse and start to clean up. “Look at the mess you made.”
“All your fault.” Chris winks, kissing me on the cheek. “See you later.”
“You bet you will.”
Chris turns like he’s about to leave—we always leave one at a time so we don’t get caught together—but he stops and turns back. There’s something new in his eyes. Something I haven’t seen before. It’s familiar but somehow greater. More powerful.
My chest tightens as he approaches me, slides his arm around my waist, and pulls me close.
Is he…?
“I love you, Gracie.” My body tightens. He is! “You are mine. No matter what happens, we will be together. Nothing will take you away from me.”
Tears begin to pour from my eyes, and I collapse against his chest. I’ve been waiting so long to hear him say those words, and now as they echo through me, I can barely believe it.
“I love you too,” I sob. “I love you, Daddy.”