Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Nolan Hendrix
The sound of Alison Porter’s voice shot through the bathroom like a damn bullet, snapping the moment in two.
My jaw clenched and my hand tightened on Lena’s thigh.
I was pissed . Not because we got caught—I could’ve handled that better.
I’d seen it in Mrs. Porter’s eyes from the jump.
That woman had a problem with me. Probably ‘cause I never gave her the time of day, even after she practically begged to taste my dick more than once.
Fuck her.
“No, it’s not what you think!” Lena panicked, trying to push herself off the counter, dress still bunched around her waist, breath all shaky.
I held her in place. My dick still out. Still hard. Still ready to claim what was mine.
I’d waited too long for this. Dreamed about it. Craved it. And now that I had her? I wasn’t letting this moment slip through my fucking fingers.
“It’s not what I think?” Mrs. Porter snapped, stepping into the room like she belonged there. “This man has his dick out and your dress is up. And what’s that on the floor? Your damn underwear? Are you two fucking while we’re all waiting to go on a damn field trip?”
Lena whimpered. “Mr. Nolan, please… let me go.” Her voice was broken. Her face said shame, panic, everything at once.
I didn’t budge.
“Stay still, baby,” I murmured, holding her steady with both hands. “I’m not done with you. I told you I was gonna fuck this pussy, and I meant that. Right fuckin’ now.”
I turned to face Mrs. Porter, staring her down without blinking.
“Lock that fuckin’ door, Mrs. Porter. And stop asking stupid-ass questions. I don’t like interruptions when I’m about to fuck.”
They both froze. Mouths open. Eyes wide.
Mrs. Porter gasped like she’d been slapped. “Are you not ashamed of what you’re doing? I’ll be reporting you to the school board. And you, Miss Morrow. How could you do this? Don’t you have any dignity?” Her voice dripped with disdain.
Dignity? Bitch, please.
Mrs. Porter was damn near 45, still out here chasing dick like she was twenty-five. Never gave a fuck about the ten-year age gap between us. Last time I checked, she sent me a pic of her freshly shaved pussy with a weak-ass caption: ‘ Thinking of you. ’
She wasn’t mad about what she saw. She was jealous. Straight-up green with envy. She wanted to be where Lena was, wanted my mouth on her, my dick buried deep in her, but I didn’t want her. I never did.
I only had eyes for Lena Morrow. From day one I knew I was gonna wife her. Told Marisa that myself, told her to keep it quiet until the time was right. Until I could take care of both of them. And this bitter old hag thought she was gonna ruin that? Fuck no.
“Nolan, I don’t want this,” Lena said, voice small, cracking under pressure. “Please… let me go. I don’t wanna have sex with you. I don’t want your dick. You’re my daughter’s teacher. None of this should’ve happened. Mrs. Porter… please… don’t say anything.”
Her words were a slap in the face. Hit hard like she didn’t just cum on my tongue. Like she wasn’t moaning my name five fucking minutes ago while her pussy clenched around my fingers.
I felt my blood boil.
“Oh? So it’s like that?” I growled, voice low and dangerous. “You don’t want this dick, Lena?” I said her first name slow, dragging it out like a threat.
“No… I… this was a mistake. I…” She couldn’t even finish.
Mistake? I knew I’d made her cum harder than any man ever had. Her body was still trembling.
I leaned in close, heat rolling off me in waves. “That’s funny, Lena. ‘Cause your pussy was singing a whole different tune when it was dripping down my chin.”
A nervous smirk curled my lips. I loosened my grip on her hips, stepping back slowly, dick still out, still raging hard, throbbing with everything I hadn’t yet given her.
I moved toward Mrs. Porter’s nosy ass like a slow moving storm.
Her breath hitched before I even touched her, like the heat rolling off me already had her sweating.
I leaned in close, making her feel the weight of my presence.
Then, without breaking eye contact, I closed the damn door behind her and locked it this time.
She let out a moan, breathless, needy, like this was everything she’d dreamed about. I bent down, mouth brushing her ear, voice low and dangerous.
“I know you want this dick. You’ve been begging for it. Here’s your chance.”
Then I stood up straight, locked eyes with her, and said, “on your knees, Mrs. Porter,” loud enough for Lena to hear every damn word.
She didn’t hesitate. Dropped like she’d been rehearsing it for years.
I turned my head just slightly, eyes finding Lena and locking in on her expression. Shock, fury, pain, jealousy. It was all flooding her face in waves and fuck, it turned me on.
“Now suck this dick, Alison Porter.”
“What?!” Lena’s scream cracked the air like thunder.
“You said you didn’t want it, right? This dick ain’t yours, right?
” I kept my gaze on her, even as Mrs. Porter reached for me, wrapped her hand around the base of my hard length and started stroking it up and down like she was auditioning.
“Look closely, Miss Morrow. Watch how she’s about to take what you just threw away. ”
I could see it, the fire lighting up behind Lena’s eyes. Desperation, anger, and possession. That raw need she tried to bury was crawling back up, clawing at her throat.
“What are you doing, Mrs. Porter? Weren’t you just preaching about shame? And now you’re here stroking this man’s dick like it’s yours?”
Mrs. Porter glanced at her, fingers still wrapped tight around me. “Baby, who the hell turns down a god like this? I’ve been dying to get my hands on this monster. Shit, he’s fucking huge. I wanna taste him.”
She leaned in, mouth open, tongue already out.
Lena moved fast. Too fast.
She leapt off the counter, grabbed Mrs. Porter by the hair and yanked her back hard. “You bitch! Get the fuck off him! What the hell do you think this is? You’re on your knees for the same man you just called disgusting? Talking about shame while you’re drooling over my man’s dick?”
When she said 'my man ,' I felt that shit hit straight in my dick and I was instantly harder. The way she claimed me—fuck—I loved every second of it. Loved knowing I was hers. ’Cause she’s mine. Always has been and I’ve been starving for this kind of connection for a long-ass time.
She dragged Mrs. Porter away from me like a rag doll, fury burning from her fingertips.
“Fuck, let go of my hair!” Mrs. Porter screamed. “I’ll report you! You poor little slut!”
“Go ahead and report your old ass too for trying to suck what’s mine!”
She shoved her to the floor and straddled her. It turned nasty fast. Slaps, hair-pulling, nails clawing. I stepped in before Lena wore herself out on trash. I scooped her up like she weighed nothing, arms wrapped around her, holding her tight.
“Calm down, baby. I’m all yours. I’m your man. You want me now?”
“Fuck yes, I want you!” she yelled, voice trembling. “And you were just about to give my shit to that old bitch?!”
I cut her off with my mouth, kissing her deep, tonguing her the fuck down while her hands slid between us and wrapped around my dick. She stroked me with fire in her grip.
“I’ma beat the next bitch you try to give this dick to death, Nolan,” she muttered.
“That’s what I wanna hear.” I grinned. “Now, can I fuck you, ma?”
“Fuck yes.”
I didn’t waste time. I grabbed her ass, pulled her to the edge of the counter, slid on a condom, and lined my dick up at her entrance, knocking hard, ready to take what’s mine.
Then with one deep, brutal stroke, I was in.
She gasped, her whole body arching. “Fuck… Shit… You’re so big, Nolan.”
“Oh, so it’s Nolan now? I don’t remember saying you could stop using the magic words.”
She looked me in the eyes, breath ragged. “Fuck me, Professor Hendrix.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”