Chapter 17 Joel
JOEL
It feels as if there is a furnace burning inside me. My fingers buzz from where I touched Brooke, my lips tingle, and my cock strains at my pants.
It takes every ounce of internal control to face my daughter and pretend like I wasn’t just making out with her teacher.
Dana crosses her arms and peers at me suspiciously.
“I don’t want to know what you two were doing before I came in here.”
I open my mouth to protest, but she holds up a hand. “No Dad. I really don’t want to know. And if anyone else finds out I will be mortified.”
I lower my head in shame. She’s right. I’m on a school camping trip; Brooke is Dana’s teacher. I have to control myself.
Yet, I want to see Brooke when this is over.
I want to take her out, and Dana will need to accept that.
But when I look at my daughter, I realize this isn’t the time to broach the subject.
She’s worried about the two of us making out on the school camping trip, like she’s the adult and we’re the wayward students.
“I’m going back to my cabin, and I’m trusting you to behave yourself.”
She leaves me alone in the empty cabin, wondering how the hell one woman can make me forget years of training in self-control.
It’s twenty minutes later before the door opens quietly and Brooke appears. She’s framed in the moonlight, her hair like a halo, but her expression is ragged.
“Are you alright?”
She lets out a long sigh. “Madison’s fine.”
My intention was to go to sleep quietly, to do as my daughter asked and keep myself under control. But seeing Brooke, slumped and worn down, triggers something inside me. The day has taken its toll on her, and I can’t let her shoulder it alone.
I cross the cabin and stand before her. My eyes scan her face, and I want to remove all the worry I find there.
To hell with where we are or the students around us. I can no longer fight the feelings I have for Brooke. I close the door behind her and slam the bolt to lock it.
“You don’t look alright.”
Brooke gasps as I slide my arm around her waist. She sags against me, and I tilt her chin up to see her eyes. “What do you need? What can I get you?”
Being this close makes my cock stir to life, and I’m trying to be thoughtful, but what I really want to do is pick up where we left off before we were interrupted.
“You,” she whispers. “I need you.”
My lips crash against hers, and I pull her toward me. She kisses me back with a hunger that matches my own.
“I want you too, Brooke.”
I murmur the confession into her ear before kissing her neck and the soft skin of her throat. She tilts her head and moans, and the sound sends shock waves straight to my cock.
I’m hard for her, and what was meant to be a kiss and comfort is turning into something more. My daughter’s warning rings through my ears, but it can’t stop this tidal wave of emotion that explodes out of me with every kiss.
This is more than my attraction to her. This is a need to make this woman mine, body and soul.
I walk her backwards until her knees bump against the end of the bed. She grinds her hips against me, and the friction makes my cock ache.
My arm is around her waist, and I pull her onto the bed with me. We go down in a tangle of limbs and hair, and the bed groans beneath us.
I shuffle sideways on the narrow bed so that we face each other.
We’re both panting as we gaze at each other in the dim light of the cabin.
Desire flickers in her eyes, and there’s a hint of surprise.
I wonder if this has taken her breath away the way it has mine.
How one kiss has turned into a need so fierce, I’m willing to give into it right here and now.
I run my fingers over her chin and up her soft cheek. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She smiles softly, and her eyes close as she leans into my touch.
I kiss her swollen lips, and this time it’s slower and more sensual as we move together on the bed.
My hand trails down her t-shirt, and I hook it under my thumbs. “Is this okay?”
She lets out a long sigh, “This is perfect.”
I pull her t-shirt over her head and discard it on the floor behind me. Her breasts are luminous orbs breaking out of her white lacy bra. My hands cup her breasts, and my thumbs brush the nipples. She moans, a guttural sound that makes my hunger grow.
I unhook her bra and catch her breasts in my hands. Her nipples are hard peaks, and I press my lips to one.
“Joel,” she moans.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Her hands tangle in my hair, and she presses my head to her breasts. “Keep going.”
I taste her nipples, sucking each one into my mouth. She moans and writhes against me as I lick and suck her salty peaks.
My other hand slips between her legs, and I find heat there even through her jeans.
I shouldn’t be doing this, not here, not now, but it’s impossible to stop. And when she moans and reacts to every touch, showing me with her actions she wants more, the last of my self-control slips away.
“Brooke.” I groan her name as I kiss her chest, her throat, the corners of her lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I want to give her an out. If she wants to stop, I’ll pull back. I’m powerless to stop on my own, but I will if that’s what she wants. I need her to be the voice of reason here, because all reason has left me.
Instead, she slides her hands into my sweatpants and grabs my cock in her small fingers. I jerk against her, almost losing it at the contact.
“Fuck. If you do that, I’m going to lose control.”
She squeezes my cock, and a mischievous smile dances across her lips. “Lose control, Joel. For once, take what you want.”
Fuck. What I want is lying next to me with her hand wrapped around my cock. And I suddenly can’t wait to be inside her.
“Take your pants off.” My voice is a low growl, and her eyes widen in surprise.
“Yes, sir.”
That word on her lips makes my cock jerk.
She slides her hands out of my pants and unbuttons hers.
I slide them down her thighs, bending to kiss her creamy skin.
I scoot down the bed to pull them off her ankles and her socks too.
She’s only wearing her white lacy panties, and as I climb up the bed, I push her legs apart and crawl between them.
My hands slide from her ankles over her strong calves, over her knees and up her thick, creamy thighs.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Brooke.” I sound like a broken record, but I’m full of wonder for this woman spread before me. Her hair is spread out on the pillow like an angel, but her body is tempting as sin.
“Spread your thighs.”
She raises herself on her elbows to regard me with a slow, languid look. “Yes, sir.”
Slowly, her legs part, revealing the gusset of her panties, soaked with her arousal. My cock twitches, but I hold myself together. I want to pleasure Brooke; I want to make her forget the stresses from her day; I want to taste her.
My hand reaches the apex of her thighs and then I’m caressing her through her panties. She arches her back and moans, and slick, sticky heat stains my fingers.
I hook my fingers over her panties. “Can I take these off?”
I remember to check in, to make sure this isn’t moving too fast, to give her an opportunity to say no.
She frowns slightly. “That’s not fair. You still have your clothes on.”
She pouts at me, and I step off the bed and pull my t-shirt over my head. Her eyes travel over my body, and I like the way she’s looking at me. I pull down my sweatpants, and all I’m left in is my boxer-briefs with my cock sticking straight out, making a wet patch on the fabric.
Her eyes widen, and I’m wondering if she’s regretting this.
“Do you want me to back off?”
“Hell no!” She covers her mouth and laughs. “That came out a bit too loud. But no, I want you to come over here and continue to do what you were about to do.”
“Yes ma’am.”
I keep my boxer-briefs on, for now, and climb onto the bed and between her thighs. I tug her panties down her legs and kiss my way back up, from the ankle to the thigh.
By the time I get to her inner thigh, she’s squirming with anticipation. Her arousal has a musky scent, and it drives me wild. I press my lips to her pink bud, and she gasps. My tongue flicks out to lick her, and every taste is a miracle. She responds to my touch as if it were electric.
I take my time with her, licking and sucking and kissing and sliding a finger inside when she’s ready.
Slowly, I build her up until she’s thrumming with anticipation.
Only then do I take her over the edge. She bucks her hips and clasps the bedsheets in her hands.
Her lips push together, stifling the moans.
I could stay here forever with my head buried between her thighs. I’ve lived my life serving, and I’ll serve Brooke every day if she’ll let me.