16. Sloane
SLOANE
I stare at the words and numbers in block letters on the door's glass window.
A curtain has been lowered behind it, blocking anyone from seeing into the class, and when I push open the door, I notice the room is empty, save for River sitting at the desk in the front of the room.
I close the door behind me. “Am I the first one here?”
“Last,” he tells me, and I frown in confusion. “I sent everyone home.”
The room isn’t dark, but none of the lights are on, and only the sunlight is streaming through the windows in the back of the class. “When?”
“Detention starts at three,” he tells me. Realization dawns on me that I might be the only person in detention today but how?
“So it’s just me here?”
“Just you,” he says before gesturing toward a desk and chair.
I take a seat at one of the ones in the front, before setting my bag on the floor. “How long is detention?”
“Till four.”
“Why am I here?” He shrugs and I roll my eyes. “I assume you have to tell them something if it were to be questioned.”
“Being disruptive in class. Being late. Being a fucking tease.” He lists the reasons off on his fingers. “Your choice.”
“I’m a tease?”
“Yes, especially in that cheer uniform.” He gestures to what I’m currently wearing. “That skirt is so short…” He clears his throat before taking a sip from a bottle of water.
“I’m wearing shorts underneath.” I stand and flip the skirt up, showing him the white bloomers beneath before sitting back down.
A hungry look crosses his face. “Yeah, well, I still feel like my heart stops every time you move in them, thinking you’re about to flash me and whoever else.”
“Well, don’t worry. I’m covered.” I cross my arms in front of my chest.
The room is silent for a few moments before he breaks it. “I’m sorry I was so tough on you before.”
I lean forward on my elbows. “You definitely have a reason to be.”
“Have you kept this to yourself?”
“Kept what? Nothing has happened?”
“All of it. What happened before… our conversation this past weekend? What’s happening now?”
“Of course. Who would I tell?”
“Your cousin.”
“I haven’t. I won’t,” I tell him, shaking my head. “And nothing has happened now.”
“You called me… we’ve talked, and we shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have even done this.” He rubs his forehead.
“Why did you?”
He’s quiet, and the silence stretches between us. He lowered his gaze to his hands before looking up at me. “Because I want to destroy my life, obviously.”
I run my fingers through my hair and pull it over to one side. “You’re so dramatic, you know that?”
I look around the room, grateful that we are here alone so we can talk. This room looks almost identical to our biology classroom, and I wonder if River teaches in it as well.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asks me, breaking me from my thoughts. “If this didn’t end up happening, and I didn’t end up being your teacher, were you going to tell me? Or just go on letting me think you were in college?”
I shift nervously in my seat and look away from his eyes.
“I don’t know. A part of me knew you’d never be okay with it once I told you, and…
I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet. I know we didn’t know each other that well yet…
I wasn’t prepared to let you go. I wanted more time. ” I finally meet his eyes.
“So did I.”
“Is our time up?” I ask, cautiously. He seemed less angry, but I didn’t think all was forgiven.
“I’m sitting in a room alone with you on school property because I can’t stay away from you. What do you think?”
“I’m nineteen,” I tell him.
“I’m aware.”
“I’ll be twenty in December, actually.”
“I’ll be thirty-nine before then.” He snorts.
“A nineteen-year age gap isn’t that bad.”
“It is when she’s in high school.” He says immediately.
“I won’t be in high school forever,” I rebut.
He leans his head back against his chair. “I wish you weren’t now.”
“How about we forget that thought for a minute,” I offer.
“Impossible,” he grumbles.
“Remember that night you took pictures?” I whisper, and his eyes flash to mine.
“Now is not the time to talk about that.”
“I think about that often. How hot we looked. How much I wish I had those pictures to look at while I touched myself.”
“Sloane…” His voice croaks.
I trail my fingertips down my neck and over my breasts and down my body.
I spread my legs under my desk and slip my fingers beneath the waistband of my cheer skirt and under the thin shorts.
“That picture of your tattooed hand wrapped around my throat goes through my mind on a loop. Your dick wedged in my mouth with my wet lips wrapped around you.” I rub my finger over my sex, and I shudder in response when I make contact with my clit.
“What…” He leans over the desk, and I think from the angle he might be able to tell what I’m doing. His hand finds his face as he looks at me in shock. “You’re… unbelievable.” His brown eyes are wide, but something is hidden beneath the shock. Almost like he’s impressed or intrigued or… horny.
“Do you think about those pictures? Ever wish you didn’t delete them?” I whisper, while continuing to rub my pussy.
His eyes are still trained on the space between my legs. “Fucking daily.”
“Next time, we should keep them.”
“So sure there will be a next time?”
“The way your hand is rubbing your dick is a dead giveaway.” I smirk, and he looks down at himself as if he didn’t even know he was doing that to begin with.
He shakes his head. “It’s like I can’t control myself around you.”
“Unbuckle your pants and put your hand on your dick.” I instruct him.
“I… can’t do that.” He shakes his head but the way his eyes are still boring into me while his arm moves, I’m beginning to think he definitely can.
“Are there cameras in here or something?”
“Of course not.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Then do it.”
“It’s too risky.” I dart my eyes toward the door before turning back to him, and with my eyes locked on his, I slowly slide my bloomers out from under my skirt. His eyes are locked on my movements, and I wonder if he’s even breathing. “Sloane.”
“If you don’t want to join me, then… you can just watch.” I ghost my fingers over my sensitive clit before letting out a sigh. “Do you want me to show you how I get myself off every night while I think about you? I mean… I don’t have my vibrator with me, obviously, but sometimes I use my fingers.”
He’s leaning fully over the desk, his eyes fully transfixed on what’s happening beneath my desk. “Can you see?” The desk has plenty of room from where the desk ends to where the chair begins, making it easy to see under the desk, which is why so many students get caught on their phones.
“Yeah.”
I lift my skirt even higher, revealing my entire sex to him, and his head drops to his desk as he lets out a low guttural growl. “You’re going to be the death of me, Sloane Hunter.”
“No, never.” I gasp. “I won’t let this destroy you, I promise.”
“You can’t promise me something like that,” he says, then he’s back in his chair, and I hear the sound of jeans being unzipped.
A grin flashes across my face, and he shakes his head. “When you smile at me like that, I’ll give you whatever you want. That fucking dimple is lethal.”
“I could say the same about your face.” I giggle. “Now touch yourself for me.”
“I am,” he tells me, and while I can’t see anything because his desk covers everything, I can see his arm moving up and down, and I can visualize. “Eyes on me,” he demands.
“Yes, Mr. Kincaid.”
“Fuuuuck.” His nostrils flare, and I watch as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. Damn, that is hot.
This whole thing is hot.
Masturbating with my teacher in the middle of detention.
This is insane.
And yet I can’t stop it.
I don’t want to stop it.
“You can’t tell a soul.”
“Tell them what? This is just detention. Which…” I shrug. “I don’t really need to abide by it because I’m nineteen. I could get up and leave if I really wanted.”
“Keep your ass in that seat,” he says. “You can get up when you make that pretty pussy come all over those perfect fingers.”
“Oh, fuck yes. There’s the River Kincaid I know.” I giggle before letting out a whimper when I slip my fingers inside and begin to thrust a little faster.
“Trust me, he’s been here. Just… trying to do the right thing?” I can tell he’s increasing his speed because his words are coming out a little faster and a little more erratically.
“How’s that working out for you?”
“Not… fuck…” His eyes flutter closed. “Great.”
“Can I come over later?” I ask, trying my luck. I wasn’t sure what I expected him to say, but hopefully we can reach a compromise.
“No.” He shakes his head, but I barely hear any conviction in his voice. Maybe I can work with that.
“Please?” My voice sounds like pure sex in my own ears, so I know River has to be hanging on by a thread.
“Sloane…”
“So we can mess around here but not… at your house?”
He lets out a deep breath through his nostrils. “We should not be doing either.”
“But at your house, I can get naked.” I offer and the thought of being naked in River’s bed again gets me even wetter.
“No.”
“Phone sex, then?”
His eyes glower at me. “You’re determined to break me.”
“Only because I know you want it. And you’re staring at my bare pussy right now, I think I already did.”
“Yeah. I think you’re right.” He says before running his tongue along his lips as he continues to stare at me hungrily.
“You want to come to my house tonight?” He lifts his chin.
“Then you’ll have to take a little quiz.
If you pass, then you can come over. If you fail…
” He shrugs before sitting back in his seat.
“What… is it?”
“You have thirty seconds to get us both off.”
“Both? How…? I can’t touch you.”
“We both know you have a filthy fucking mouth. I’m going to continue touching myself, but if I don’t come in the next thirty seconds, it looks like you’ll be doing that”—he points at me with his other hand—“alone in your bedroom tonight.”
“And I… need to come too?”
“Yep, and I know your signs when you come, so don’t think you can lie to me.”
“Shit. Okay…” I can feel my cheeks heat, and a feeling of nervousness shoots through me.
“You ready? Alright, go.”
“So when I come over tonight, are you going to fuck my tits or my ass first, and should I wear my cheerleading uniform?”
“Fuuuuck,” he moans before his head drops to his desk, and I can’t help but smile at how easy that was. Checkmate. “Okay…” He clears his throat after a few moments before I hear him zipping himself back into his jeans. “Well played.”
“Come help me,” I moan. “It feels better when you do it.”
“I know… but you can do it, baby. Just concentrate.”
“I don’t think…”
“Don’t think. Just feel… and remember how it feels to have my mouth between your legs,” he tells me.
“How good it feels to grind that sexy little clit against the base of my cock when you ride me. Think about the fact that every time you walk in my classroom, I’m picturing how hot you look when you ride my face. ”
“Oh fuck.” I breathe out.
“Good girl. Keep those blue eyes on me, gorgeous. God, I love your eyes.”
“I… I’m so close.”
“You can come over, baby. Just come for me right now.”
Come for me.
“God yes, oh fuck, I’m coming.” I let my head fall back as I ride out my climax against my fingers.
“There she is,” he grits out, and when I lift my head back up, I meet his lustful gaze. “Now come slide those fingers in my mouth now.”