Bad Teacher
Authors: Clarissa Wild
BAD TEACHER
By Clarissa Wild
BAD TEACHER © 2016 Clarissa Wild
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or person, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years of age or older.
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My name is Thomas, and I’m always hard.
No really, that’s my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.
I can’t help it that my name suits me well.
You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.
One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.
Except that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.
Why?
Because I broke my Cardinal rule …
Never bang a student.
* Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled screwing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with ice cream, rainbows, and unicorns? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with giant balls … Don’t even bother.*
“Did It Again” by Shakira
“Close” by Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo
“Hands To Myself” by Selena Gomez
“Perfect” by Selena Gomez
“My Love” by Route 94 ft. Jess Glynne
“Style” by Taylor Swift
“Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson
“Gibberish” by MAX
“Style” cover by MAX & Nick Dungo
“Wrong” by MAX
“Teen Idle” by Marina And The Diamonds
“Only Human” by Cold Showers
“Into You” by Ariana Grande
“You & I (Forever)” by Jessie Ware
“Habits Of My Heart” by Jaymes Young
“What Is Love” by Jaymes Young
“Red” by Hyuna
“Kitty Hawk” by Ki:Theory
Thomas
The music isn’t the only thing in this club that’s hard.
What, too much?
Deal with it.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to get laid. It’s a good way to blow off steam.
Talking about steam … God, just looking at all these girls glistening with sweat as they shake their asses makes me horny. Time to find what I came here for.
I slide through the people across the dance floor, tapping my foot a few times because the music is so damn catchy. They’re playing a good old 90’s song called “My Love” by Route 94, and I can feel the bass vibe through my skin. As I check out all the girls around me, I let myself go with the music, dancing to the beat.
I glance around the room and spot a girl with a drink in her hand, dancing on her own.
And not just any girl.
That girl.
The girl with the smoking hot body, barely hidden in a pink knee-length skirt and crop top, dancing on black leather wedges. Her bob cut hair, all shades of red, sways while she shuffles on her feet, casually sipping from her drink. Her eyes are focused on the floor, like she’s not even aware of the fact that she’s being watched. And oh … do I love watching her.
After a few seconds, she sits down at the bar, taking a quick sip of her drink, while I sit down at the other end and watch her from the corner of my eye.
She turns her head, and in an instant, our eyes connect.
Smoldering heat.
That’s all there is as the people around us dance, but I don’t even see them anymore. All I see is her.
That girl
… the girl I’m going to bang tonight.
That’s what I came here for.
Is it shallow?
Maybe, but then again … nothing wrong with just wanting a fuck.
And by the looks of it, so does she.
Her eyes glimmer in the dark, a curious smile on her face. A green and purple flash of light reflects from her nose where a tiny crystal bud rests. I can’t help but wonder where else she has those.
She sets her empty glass down, gets up, and turns around, but not before throwing a final glance at me. I get up too and follow her through the dancing crowd. She disappears behind a column, and I lose sight of her.
No fucking way she’s getting away.
I follow her trail through the club, passing through the crowd like they don’t even matter. I’ve seen many girls come and go, but this one, in particular, catches my eye more than any of the other girls here do. I don’t know. All I know is I have to find her.
So I keep looking until I finally do.
There, in the middle of the dance floor alone, she dances. Her fingers brush through her hair as she sways her hips, her eyes closed, focused on the sound of the music drowning out whatever needs to be silenced.
Just the way I like it.
I step closer until she finally raises her head and sees me.
Her eyes, hidden under thick lashes, sparkle with enthusiasm as she looks up at me. She playfully bites her lip as I approach, and I reciprocate with an added tongue swipe.
Her brow rises as I place my hand on her hip, pulling her closer toward me.
She hesitates a second, but when the beat drops, her hands slide up to my shoulders, and she starts to dance. The friction between us is undeniable, her ass swaying side to side against my hands. I cop a feel, which she doesn’t seem to mind. We inch closer and closer, her eyes irresistible, but her mouth even more so. When our lips almost touch, her lips part.
“Who are you?” she whispers.
“Call me John …” I murmur.
“John who?”
“John Doe.”
She smirks. “Your real name.”
I twirl her around in my arm and lean on her shoulder, my lips dangerously close to her neck. She takes in a sharp breath of air as my teeth graze her skin, my breath probably already setting her on fire.
“Do you really want to know?”
Slowly, she nods her head.
“Hmm … all right. Because you’re so curious. Let’s do two questions.”
“Two?”
“You ask me a question, I answer, then I ask you a question, and you answer.”
“Okay. Who goes first?” she asks.
“You.” I smirk.
“Why did you pick me?”
“I saw you in your high heels and your tight skirt. I like how you looked back,” I whisper, licking my lips. “My turn. Do you like to dance with strangers?”
“Is that a real question?”
“Ah-ah,” I say. “Can’t answer with a question.”
“Okay. Well, then I guess … maybe?”
“Hmm …”
Her hips grind against mine as we lose ourselves in the music. My body close to hers, it’s almost as if we’re becoming one. We don’t know each other … and that makes it perfect.
“My turn,” she says. “Do you do this often?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not really an answer,” she says.
“Then don’t ask a question that can be answered with just one word,” I muse.
She sighs. “You’re a know-it-all, aren’t you?”
“I just like games and rules,” I say with an arrogant smile. “Last one … What would you say if I took you home tonight and fucked you like you’ve never been fucked before?”
She sucks in a short breath.
I place a hand over her mouth. “Don’t answer yet. Dance with me first.”
We dance some more, my hands incapable of staying off her. As I become heady from the lust, I press a soft, succulent kiss on her neck, which creates goose bumps all over her body. Her body melts in my arms, and my cock stiffens in response.
“I can’t control myself …” I whisper into her ear.
She twists around in my arms again, and we dance closer than before, my hands on her body in places they shouldn’t be. She leans in, so I go in for the kill.
I kiss her full on the lips, enjoying the spicy taste of her drink.
She kisses me back just as fervently, and I take it as a sign to kiss her harder, faster. I show her what’s in store for her if she goes home with me. And right when she becomes needy, I stop, pull back, and let her suck in the empty air.
“Are you game?” I ask.
“Yeah …” she mutters under a heavy breath.
“No names. No numbers.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
“Fuck yes, it is.”
“Hmmm …” A smile forms on her lips. “I like dangerous.”
I grin. “You sure, redhead?”
She grabs my hand firmly, which tells me she’s ready.
And it also tells me she’s just as nuts as I am.
Going home with a stranger to have sex with them is pretty much the most reckless thing you can do. But it’s also one of the most exciting things ever, and I know she knows that too. I can see it in her eyes.
So I pull her with me, away from the crowd, and out of the club.
I hail a cab and open the door for her like a true gent. I slide in after her and tell the cabby to drive us to my place. She sits in the corner, her fingers curling through her hair as she stares out the window. When I clear my throat, she looks my way.
“You know you can say no anytime you want. Turn this cab around. You’d never hear from or see me again.”
“I know.” She shrugs.
I slide closer and put my arm around her. “Or … I can show you the night of your life.”
She grins. “Now, you’re talking.”
Minutes later, we’re stumbling through my apartment door, kissing and tearing our clothes off each other. Her kisses are reckless and wet and so fucking good that I can’t get enough of them. She struggles to breathe as my tongue dips into her mouth, and I circle around, wanting more.
I pull her with me through my living room, and when only her bra and panties are left, I shove her up against my wall.
“You ready for this?” I growl.
“Yes …”
“You sure ‘bout that? Things can get … rough.”
“I like rough,” she hums, biting her lip again.
Goddammit, it’s so fucking hot; I want to ravish her.
So I press a kiss to her neck and suck, hard—so hard it leaves a red mark, and a short moan escapes her mouth.
“I’ll hear more of those tonight …” I murmur against her ear, as I take her earlobe into my mouth and suck.
“Give it to me,” she whispers.
I nibble a little. “Oh, I can give it to you all right … but it’s gonna be my way only.”
I cup her tit and squeeze, moaning as I take her mouth with mine. I can’t help it; I’m always a little possessive over the girls I conquer, but this one especially.
I don’t know why, but there’s something about her … something mysterious that I want to discover.
“You have courage,” I whisper against her lips. “Going along with a stranger, having wild sex.”
“I’m just very naïve …” she muses playfully. “Or I just know who to trust.”
“Do you now?” I raise a brow. “Well, you picked the wrong guy.”
“Good. I like wrong.”
Her grin makes me want to grab her and show her who’s in charge.
But … I don’t want to push it … yet.
First, she needs to relax. Maybe a good pussy tonguing will do. Then comes the hard fuck.
I lick her lips as I pull her bra off in one go, which seems to surprise her a little.
“Had practice,” I say.
“I can tell.”
“Is that wrong?”
“I know I’m not the first …” She shrugs. “I like a man who knows what he’s doing.”
“Good, because I sure as fuck do.” I kiss her and then lower myself until I’m right in front of her panties. I hook my fingers under the fabric and pull it down her legs.
Her pussy glistens with wetness as I slide a finger up and down her slit. She shudders with delight.
“How long has it been?” I ask. “You seem … nervous.”
“Not gonna tell,” she says.
“Hmm … You know I’ll want to make you tell me.”
She licks her bottom lip, seductively gazing down at me. “Try me.”
Oh … I will.
I give her a wicked smile and then lean in, blowing hot air onto her eager pussy. Goose bumps scatter, and I take it as a sign to dive in. Her moans entice me as I lick her pussy, swiveling my tongue back and forth across her slit. She tastes so fucking good; I could do this all night long.
My cock grows, tenting my pants as I suck her wet pussy dry. I fucking love the taste of her, and it makes me want to put my hands all over her. But first, she has to come.
I circle her clit and press down, making her squeal with delight, her fingers scratching my back.
“Fuck …” she moans.
“I will soon, but I want you to come first.”
“Like this? I don’t know if I can …”
“Sure you can.” I grab her ass and push her up the wall, burying my face between her legs. “Just gotta let go.”
“Jesus, where’d you learn to do that?” she moans.
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to,” I mumble, and then continue eating her out.
Her fingers claw at me as I push her to her limit, sucking and licking my way to her orgasm. I love the sounds she makes, interrupted only by desperate breaths and quivers. She’s unlike any girl I’ve had before. So inexperienced, but eager to learn. And it turns me on like nothing else can.
My cock is about to burst from my pants, so I growl, “Come. Now. Before I shove my cock up your pussy and make you come.”
“Fuck!” she yells.
And I can feel her explode in my mouth.
She quakes in my arms, her whole body rocking up and down as she grinds on my face. All her delicious juices drip down, and I moan from the taste. So fucking good, it riles me up like no tomorrow.
I lower her and immediately smash my mouth to hers.
She seems surprised, as her eyes are still wide open when I take my lips off hers.
“Wow …”
“What?”
“I’ve never … come that fast. Or against a wall.”
I raise a brow. “Never?”
“Well, the rabbit did it once.”
“Rabbit … you don’t mean like a vibrator, do you?”
“Yeah …” She smashes her lips together.
I laugh. “I’m no fucking rabbit, although I do fuck like one.”
“I hope not. I don’t like vibrating sticks in my pussy, only on my clit.”
I wrap my arm around her and pull her close. “Well, when I’m done with you, you’ll like anything I give you, wherever I give it to you.”
“I’m already sold. I know you can fuck me the right way.”
“What gave it away?” I smile cheekily.
“Your arrogant talk.” She raises a brow.
I lean in and whisper in her ear. “Don’t tell me you don’t like it because I won’t believe it.”
