Hot for Teacher (4 page)

Returning to their table just outside the patio doors, he kept a close eye on his woman. After her solo dance it seemed as if every man in the place wanted to touch her, talk with her, dance with her. Vaughan’s was a legendary jazz bar, but it was also a rough place and he couldn’t afford to let down his guard.

With each passing hour, he watched her charm everyone in the place. Men bought her drinks and she laughed, danced and flirted outrageously with them, but it was Santos that her gaze sought out time after time. And it was he who would take her beneath him later. It was his cock that would pound into her pussy again and again until she begged him to stop.

Jane Porter was his.

Slowly, his hunger built to a near fevered pitch by the time they left around three in the morning. Aubrey brought the car around, and they tumbled into the back in flurry of limbs and need. Santos hit the privacy button, and the darkened screen slid into place sealing them into their own little world. The car wasn’t even moving before they fell on each other like wild dogs.

His body covered hers on the comfortable seat, his hands running over her luscious curves as their mouths met in a scorching kiss. Her skin was silken beneath his hands and even as he reminded himself to be gentle with her it was a lost cause.

Shoving the cotton tank top over her breasts, her bra confounded him so much that he simply tore it off with his hands. Her breasts were full and heavy and her nipples were hard. He dropped his head to take one into his mouth and mewled like a kitten. Skimming his hands over the soft curve of her stomach, he made quick work of the zip and button on her shorts. He had no intentions of making love to her in the car, but if he didn’t get a taste of her body, he was going to lose his mind.

Quickly he moved to the floor then pulled her upright. Jane looked dazed, her eyes a stormy green illuminated only by slices of overhead streetlights. Luckily for him she seemed to understand his urgency as his hands were suddenly replaced with big clumsy mitts that couldn’t handle the simple task of removing her shorts. Lifting her hips, she shimmied them down her legs to reveal a miniscule pair of white cotton panties.

The scent of her arousal lured him closer, and he moved between her legs to nuzzle her pussy through the damp cloth. Her hands came down on his head and he inhaled her essence. His cock ached within the confines of his jeans with a rush of blood to his groin that made him lightheaded. It took everything he had to keep from tearing at the cloth and burying himself deep in her slick heat.

Instead he kissed the sensitive skin above her belly button, and he felt her tremble. She used to be self-conscious about this gentle curve, and it had taken a few months to disabuse her of the idea that her body was pudgy. Jane was exquisite with her lush feminine curves. They’d spent many hours simply stroking her, seducing her with their hands and their assurances of her beauty.

Working his way up her torso, he avoided her breasts and focused on her collarbone…ears…then up one arm and down the other as he covered her with kiss after kiss. When he caressed each fingertip with his mouth her gentle sighs of pleasure spurred him on. Working his way down to her breasts, Santos took a nipple into his mouth and Jane broke her silence with an earthy, sexy moan.

Her breasts were a delight to him. They were so sensitive it was possible to bring her to orgasm without touching her anywhere else. He suckled, plucked, flicked and nipped the tight bud and her response was immediate. Her hips arched upward and her hands clutched at his shoulders.

Dropping his hands to her knees, he pulled her toward him then touched the wet cotton covering her pussy. As he stroked her through the cloth, she whimpered his name. His hand was shaking when he pushed the narrow placket aside to dip into her flesh. Penetrating her with two fingers, Santos gritted his teeth against the rush of lust. Sliding his cock into her body was a heady experience, but when he fucked her with his hand, he felt the way her engorged flesh tried to keep him inside her body. Working his hand against her, he reveled in her total capitulation.

He sucked in a shocked breath when she latched onto his ears and forced him to release her nipple. Her mouth was hot against his, and their tongues tangled and fought for supremacy, all the while his hands kept up a sensual dance. He was merciless in his ministrations, not slowing until he’d brought her to orgasm twice in quick succession.

“I can’t take any more.” Her head thrashed against the leather seat. While her mouth said one thing her body told him another story entirely. Her sweet pussy rippled with fading spasms, and her cream dampened the seat.

“I’ll decide when you have enough.”

His tone was brusque, and he added a third finger to her slippery passage. Locating the swollen flesh pressing against the tips of his fingers, he stroked it with firm, direct pressure until she was sobbing his name over and over. Only then did he lower his head to give her the kiss he’d fantasized about all night. His mouth covered her clit, and he licked and sucked the hardened bud, all the while continuing to manipulate the fat little pad behind her pubic bone. Her hips bucked, and her breathing became ragged.

“Please, I need to come,” she moaned.

Flicking his tongue against her salty sweet pussy, Santos tightened the circular motion of his fingers. Her sheath tightened, and he pressed harder, working his tongue and fingers at the same time until she was screaming. She bucked beneath him and ribbons of cream poured from her pussy over his hands. Gently he backed off, painting her sex with cream until she quieted. He was quite sure there was no sight lovelier than a woman in full orgasm.

“Santos, you take my breath away.” When she reached for him, he moved forward to kiss her. His cock ached, and he thought his balls might be in danger of atrophying. But he enjoyed kissing her so much that he loathed stopping. It wasn’t until she whispered in his ear that he could bring himself to.

“I want you to come.”

He shuddered at the images her words evoked. Gulping in deep draughts of air, he moved back then was surprised when she didn’t reach for him. Instead she watched him through sleepy sexy eyes and she started to fondle herself. His throat tightened until he could scarcely breathe.

Fuck, she’s killing me.

Their seduction had begun when they were walking down Bourbon Street simply holding hands. It continued at Vaughan’s where she’d danced for him in a room filled with dozens of strangers. Here in the back of the car he’d tasted her cream and touched her intimately until her throaty cries begged for release. Now, watching her stroke her pussy broke what little restraint he had left.

In short order he freed his cock from his pants, but when he moved between her legs she shook her head. Lifting her hand, she rubbed her sweet cream in the valley of her breasts until her flesh gleamed. He understood what she wanted and was more than happy to oblige her. When she lay flat on the seat, he straddled her body to press his hard cock between her breasts. Jane pressed them closer, encasing him in a silky channel of cream and soft fragrant skin.

He thrust slowly, wanting to pace himself but it was difficult. Her big green gaze flicked from his face to his cock fucking her breasts. She squeezed her breasts tighter around him, and he moaned. Leaning forward, he braced his arms against the door and began to stroke harder until the head of his cock almost bumped her chin. Pre-come leaked from the head and the tension and friction was incredible. But it was her whispered words that sent him over the edge.

“Come all over me, lover.”

Unable to do anything other than follow the dictates of his body, he thrust harder, faster as his balls threatened to climb up into his body. A cry caught in his throat when his orgasm tore through him in a torrent of brilliant light and a burst of white-hot come. It splashed her chin, her throat and marked her breasts and he shuddered at the sheer eroticism of their act.

When the storm passed he managed to avoid collapsing on her like a side of beef by sliding to the floor. She watched him with a satisfied smile as her slender fingers rubbed his come over her breasts. His sluggish mind struggled to catch up with what just happened and it took a few minutes before he realized she’d turned the tables on him.

This time the master had received a dose of his own medicine.

Chapter Four

Seated on the balcony, Jane basked in the warmth of the late morning sun. As much as she loved living in Denver, there was a certain quality to the air here that seemed to sink the heat through her skin and settle deep in her bones. She was feeling so lazy she was thinking about taking a nap after brunch even though she’d been awake less than an hour.

“More beignets, miss?”

The butler placed a small dish containing three more of the decadent fried dough squares buried beneath a mound of powdered sugar next to her coffee cup, and she eyed them with great longing. The first serving had disappeared into her mouth as if she’d inhaled them, and if she weren’t careful these would share the same fate. She couldn’t afford the calories as her plus-sized body had a tendency to horde anything sweet and attach it straight to her ass.

Besides, what women could feel good about visiting the Marché d'Esclave after sucking down three thousand calories before noon?

“I probably shouldn’t—” she began.

“In that case, do you mind?” With a wicked twinkle in his eyes, Santos reached for her plate and she slapped his hand away.

“It’s so not fair that you two can graze all day long and not gain an ounce,” she groused. Picking up a beignet, Jane gave it a gentle shake to remove some of the excess sugar so she wouldn’t end up wearing it. Biting into the sinfully delicious pastry, she wanted to swoon when the sweetness spread yummy happiness through her mouth.

Sinful. Positively, sinful.

“If only you could see the expression on your face,” Antonio teased. “Gastric orgasm.”

Swallowing, she licked the sugar from her lips. “I’ll take them wherever and however I can get them.”

Both men laughed, and she took another bite. Waking up in a warm pile of bodies, she’d been hoping for a little nooky before rising from their bed but they’d denied her the pleasure. Since they were going to the club this evening they’d called for a moratorium on sex, for her at least.

They’d even forbidden her to touch herself.

Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, they’d ordered her to give them blowjobs. Didn’t the Geneva Convention mandate what constituted cruel and unusual punishment between warring countries? She was wet, achy and in need of an orgasm
tout de suite
, didn’t that qualify? The only thing crueler would’ve been to give her a vibrator after removing all the working parts.

“What do you think, Antonio? Our
belleza
looks upset this morning,” Santos observed. Amusement flickered in his dark eyes.

Her gaze slid from one lover to the other then back again. “I’m not upset—”

“Frustrated, then?” Antonio swiped a beignet from her plate.

“You’re pushing your luck.” Jane glared at him then pulled the plate out of his reach. It was bad enough they were denying her sex but she drew the line at sacrificing her pastries.

After all, a girl had to have her standards.

Picking up the remaining fried dough square, Jane exhaled allowing her breath to dislodge the loose sugar before taking a large bite. When snacking on the donut New Orleans made famous, Jane learned quickly that little breathing technique kept her from looking like a tourist. It was easy to pick out the locals from the visitors because the residents were the ones who didn’t resemble a snow-beast when they were done eating.

“It hasn’t been twelve hours since I lasted bedded her,” Santos was saying. “Surely she can curb her lust for a while longer.”

“Restraint is an important component of being a submissive.” Antonio’s face was serious but the dark glitter in his eyes belayed his words. “Her training in this area has been remiss.”

Her bark of laughter had both men turning toward her. “Twelve hours.” She snorted. “Neither of you lasted that long. Let’s see, what were your first words to me this morning?” Jane snapped her fingers. “Oh, I remember. It was something about wanting my mouth on your cocks.”

Living with and loving these men had increased her sex drive and her body wanted, no, needed regular sex and as many orgasms as she could handle. Jane knew she was greedy, but her bodily demands wouldn’t be appeased. They’d turned her into a sexual animal, and she was feeling just a bit put out because…well, they wouldn’t put out.

“
Belleza
, come.” Santos got to his feet and held out his hand toward her.

His voice was firm and commanding, a tone she recognized well. Relinquishing the rest of her breakfast, she felt her pussy quiver when they touched as he pulled her out of the chair. The teasing was over and it was her Master who was now in command. Walking by his side, her heartbeat increased as they reached the bedroom. Without asking, she removed her silk dressing gown before climbing into bed.

“On your knees,
belleza
.”

He didn’t even look in her direction. Instead, he opened the small suitcase they referred to as the toy box. The hard-sided case was filled with oils, paddles, dildos and a variety of other sexual devices. Moving slowly, she wished to see what item he’d choose, but he would have none of it.

“Now, turn away and face the other side of the room.”

Santos’s deep voice was harsh, and the sound sent a gush of cream through her pussy. Her sex ached, and her nipples hardened. Taking up her position on the bed, Jane presented him with her bare backside. The soft pad of feet on the carpet heralded Antonio’s arrival.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

“I was thinking, the lavender,” Santos responded. “Do you prefer that one or maybe the pink?”

What, what pink? Mentally she flipped through the list of pink things contained in the box. Dildos? Vibrator? The nipple clamps were pink with slim gold tassels on the end. The urge to bounce on the bed like a kid was almost more than she could bear.