14. River #3
She was stunning, and as if that wasn’t enough, in one of the pictures, she’s holding her leg up in a heel stretch, almost straight up over her head, and I’m reminded of how well acquainted I am with her flexibility.
I’m reminded of the night that I pushed her ankles back to her ears while I fucked her and ate her pussy. I remember the near-perfect split she did while she rode my face, all while she gagged on my cock.
Before I can blink, my hand is on my dick, rubbing it over my clothes.
You shouldn’t do this.
“Fuck it,” I grumble before my pants are unbuckled, and my cock is out, hard, and already leaking from the tip.
I let my eyes close as I begin to slowly fuck my fist. I hadn’t done this all week, and I haven’t slept with anyone since Sloane which was a week ago. My body feels very aware that it needs a release.
You wish I were here, don’t you?
I can hear her voice in my head, and when I open my eyes, it’s almost as if she’s here naked, in my lap, hovering on top of me.
We could easily get away with this for the year. You know I won’t tell a soul. I imagine her whispering in my ear.
“We can’t,” I grumble as my fist moves faster at the thought of her on top of me, grinding that tight, wet cunt on my dick.
You’re not attracted to me?
“You know that’s not it. Goddammit, that’s fucking good.” My eyes slam closed as I raise my hips in time with my thrusts.
Mr. Kincaid.
“FUCK.” No, no, no, she’s your student now. That… she can’t call you that.
You know it’s hot.
“No,” I growl even as I continue to furiously masturbate. I already know the self-loathing is going to wash over me the second I’m finished, but I can’t bring myself to stop as I succumb to the taboo thoughts of fucking my nineteen-year-old student.
It’s just in your mind. No one will know.
Just this once to get her out of my head.
You really think you’ll be able to get me out of your head by fucking yourself to thoughts of me? She giggles and gives me her signature sassy look.
“Stop talking, Sloane,” I groan.
Why? You like it when I challenge you. I open my eyes, and now the vision of her has moved to the space on the floor between my legs. She’s kneeling and hovering over my dick before sliding her tongue along the tip.
“Fuuuuck.” I groan out loud as I remember what it was like to fuck her mouth. Warm and wet and those perfect pink lips that suctioned around me and lapped like she wanted to suck the soul out of me.
She may have actually once or twice.
I feel myself nearing the edge when my phone pings with a message notification from Instagram, and I let go of my dick to pick up my phone even though I’m even harder now at just the thought of talking to her.
Thoughts of her somehow knowing that I’m touching myself while thinking about her, followed by her sending me some inspiration, come barreling at me.
My hand is back on my dick, fisting it faster than before, and a few seconds into the fantasy that the message she’d sent was a bunch of nudes, cum starts spilling out of me.
My eyes slam shut as the feeling shoots through me. “Shit, Sloane, that’s so fucking good.” I moan out as my orgasm covers my hand.
I take a few minutes to clean up before I’m back on the couch, and I open the message she sent. Dammit, I think, as my memory has just reminded me, that people can see when you view their Instagram story, and that’s probably why she’s messaging me.
@HuntersIntheWild:
good game today. I took some other pictures I didn’t post if you want to see.
She sends a couple of pictures from before the game, including one of me laughing with my assistant coach. It might have been the first time I truly laughed all week, and she managed to capture it.
@HuntersIntheWild:
that last one was my favorite. I love how happy you look.
A lump forms in my throat that I struggle to swallow past.
@Rkincaid:
I wasn’t expecting you to send pictures of me.
She doesn’t say anything before sending a few pictures of herself that she didn’t post on her story.
@HuntersIntheWild:
Is this what you were expecting?
Fuck yes, my mind immediately thinks before I rub my hand over my naked cock that is already getting hard again.
@Rkincaid:
you shouldn’t be sending me these.
@HuntersInTheWild:
just figured if you were looking at my stories, you were looking for more.
@Rkincaid:
Well, I wasn’t. It was an accident.
@HuntersIntheWild:
You accidentally found my page and went through my stories?
I ignore her question.
@Rkincaid:
I shouldn’t even be messaging you back.
@HuntersIntheWild:
I can delete these if you want. But no one will see these messages but me.
@Rkincaid:
The whole point of us not messaging is if legally we are forced to show any contact we’ve had, we are safe.
@HuntersIntheWild:
What reason would they have to check this account?
@Rkincaid:
I don’t know. I’m just trying to keep all my bases covered.
@HuntersIntheWild:
You’re being a little paranoid. No one is going to know.
I close the app and groan before leaning back on my couch to stare at the ceiling.
No one is going to know.
I remember her saying those exact words more than once.
I mean, to be fair, no one knows.
And there’s nothing to know as of now.
Keep it that way.
Do not fuck this up.