Teach Me (7 page)

Sarah

Liam opened the door, well flung it against the wall. He hadn’t put me down since the parking lot. I was beginning to think that he really wanted me. I almost laughed as he swiftly sat me down on his bed and shut the door behind him. But when he turned around I saw the darkness to his eyes, the stormy gray in his eyes erupting.

“I want all of you, Sarah,” he said, striding forward, dropping to his knees in front of me.

I almost whimpered. “Okay,” I whispered.

He gave me a wide smile, that made me one hundred percent that being here was the right thing. I wanted my teacher and I didn’t give a fuck who knew or cared. “Why don’t you strip for me,” he said, leaning back on his heels.

I glanced down at him, blood rushing to my cheeks. “Come on, Sarah. Strip for me.” He stared up at me, eyes wide.

Swallowing a large lump in my throat, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. The air was cool against my skin but I was so hot that it melted away. With shaky fingers I had try to unbutton my pants, but failed. Liam’s warm, calloused hands assisted me, sliding the fabric down my legs.

I felt naked in my pink see through panties, but Liam never looked away. Liam’s tongue left his lip wet, and bit it afterwards. “You have no idea how many time I’ve fantasied about being inside you, Sarah. I’ve wanted to fill you up, ever since you tripped over Layla.”

Fuck
. My insides lit fire. I could make out his strong muscles beneath his shirt and I reached over the pull it off. He watched me, trailing his finger from my ankle to the tip of my panties. The warmth of his hand hovered over my sex, before he moved my panties to the side and slipped one finger over my clit. I threw my head back, enjoying the circles he made against me.

“Liam,” I mumbled, gripping his comforter.

“Do you like that?” he asked, standing up, never stopping touching me. He leaned over the bed until he was lying on top of me.

“Yes.”

He didn’t make it simple. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

He laughed, and let his mouth drop to my ear. “Say where you want me to touch you right now, Sarah. Or I’ll stop.”

Screwing my eyes shut, I said, “My clit. I want you to rub my clit.”

He groaned in my ear, slipping one finger inside of me, while continued to run against me. I bucked my hips toward him. “Fuck,” I whispered, riding his finger.

“Will get to that, darling.”

I almost laughed, but he increased his pace and slipped another finger inside of me. “Liam, please….” I trailed off not knowing what I was even begging for.

He knew. He quickened his pace, sliding his tongue against my neck. “I’m gonna take care of you, Sarah.”

I was on the verge of exploding when he pulled his fingers out of me and bent between my legs.
Oh, God.
Grabbing his hair, I pushed his face into my sex. He lapped at me, hands reached underneath me gripping my ass. He sucked harder on my clit, sending me closer to orgasm.

“I’m gonna come, Liam,” I said, my body shuddering.

He made a low moaning sound in his throat and rubbed his thumb against my clit, sending me over the edge. “Ah,” I groaned, gripping his hair as hard as I could. My body shook, my breathing heavy and I felt lightheaded in the best way.

Liam leaned over me, kissing me harder than I’d ever been kissed. I could taste myself on his mouth, and it excited me. “Lay down, Liam,” I said, shoving him on his back.

He raised an eyebrow but he laid back. He was still in his jeans, but I could see his cock in his pants, stretched over his length. In between my legs turned hotter while I unzipped his pants, sliding them away with his boxers.

Liam groaned, bringing up a tattooed arm and slipping it around my back. “You don’t have to do that, Sarah. I want to make you happy. I’d be happy with that.”

Shaking my head, I kissed down his body. His dick was hard and ready for me. Looking up at him, I took him in my mouth, making him moan. “Fuck,” he said, grabbing my hair.

I slid up and back down again. I took his balls in my hand and squeezed slightly. “Fuck, Sarah,” he moaned, guiding my head up and down his shaft. I opened my mouth wider, letting him hit the back of my throat. His stomach tightened and then he pulled me away from him and tossed me on the bed in one fluid motion.

“I’m going to make you mine, Sarah,” he whispered in my ear. “Hold on tight.” Without any other notion, he slipped inside of me.

“Ah,” I said, tossing my head back into the pillow. “Fuck,” I mumbled, biting my lip. Liam watched me, as he slid slowly into me.

“Does that feel good?”

I nodded. “More,” I mumbled against his ear.

He nodded, and slipped all the way into me. I felt myself widen for him, and I spread my legs, offering him all of me.

“You’re so tight,” he mumbled into my ear, nibbling along the lobe. “Tell me how you want it.”

I closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than him to slam into me. “All of you. Slam into me, Liam.”

He made the sexiest noise I’d ever heard, grabbed the inside of my knees spread them wider and slammed into me. I cried out, my body shivering from want. He bent down and took my mouth with him, never stopping grinding into me. “Tell me your mine, Sarah.”

“I’m yours.”

“Tell me to fuck you. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” I screamed, my muscles tightening around his dick. “I’m coming,” I said, digging my nails into him.

“Tell me when you’re about to again,” he said, breathing heavy into my ear. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing him deeper into me. He closed his eyes and slammed harder, giving me everything he had.

It wasn’t long before I was convulsing around him, my body coming undone. “I’m coming,” I said. “Please, don’t stop. I’m coming.”

“I’m not gonna stop, baby.”

He slammed into me harder, making me cry out with my orgasm. A wicked smile stretched across his face. He buried his mouth into my neck and gave me three more hard strokes before he groaned and his stomach clenched.

He lay there on top of me for a few seconds, staring down at me. His finger felt feather soft on my cheek. “Sarah,” he whispered.

“Don’t say it.” I held a finger to his lips. “I’m not worried about anything else than us. I don’t’ know how it will work out, but I don’t want to think about that tonight.”

Liam laughed, showing me his straight white teeth. “Okay,” he said. “But, there is one problem. We probably need to stay at your house. My water isn’t working.”

“Oh,” I said, leaning up. “Well, we need to hurry and get over there, before Cody gets home. I don’t need that drama.”

Liam laughed, stood up and offered me his hand. “Okay, let’s go.”

I glanced down at him. Butt naked. “Maybe, we should get dressed first. I think us walking out of your apartment naked, may cause suspicion.”

Liam cocked an eyebrow. “If you insist.”

We dressed, filled Layla’s food bowls and made a mad dash toward my apartment. We opened the door and stopped dead in our tracks. “Cody, what are you doing home?”

His eyes were wide and he knew exactly what we had been doing. Since Liam didn’t put his shirt back on, I could see why he thought that. Not to mention, I had serious sex hair. “Um, I played sick. Thought we could hang out, but it seems you’ve been doing your own hanging out.” He smiled. “I’m just gonna go over to Jonathon’s, see ya later you two.” Then he was gone. You never had to hint around about leaving to Cody, he got it, and left fast.

“He didn’t have to leave,” Liam said from behind me. “But, I’m glad he did.”

Liam

Sarah led me into her room, and locked the door behind her. She was flushed, her hair messy and smiling to herself. She’d been…amazing. I wondered how it would be since she was obviously not as experienced as I was. I didn’t give a damn, I wanted to make her come. I wanted that girl in more than one way. She had taken charge and took me in her mouth. I groaned, begging my dick to stay down for at least another hour. I could still taste her on my lips, and that was a taste I’d never forget. I knew I was playing with fire, but the burn felt too good to stop now.

She lay back on her bed, smiling over at me. “Does this mean I get an A?”

I barked out a laugh and crawled onto the bed with her. “Are you asking me to cheat, Ms. Thomas?” I snaked an arm around her back.

She smiled up at me, green eyes laughing. “On the contrary. I’m only asking for you to help me a little. Since I did do you a favor and all. Giving you something you wanted so badly.” She trailed her finger down my stomach to the front of my jeans.

“You’re a vixen, Sarah. Manipulative.”

”We’ll you’re a rule-breaker, Mr. Downs. You had a student in your bed.”

“And I’ll have her again.” I kissed her neck. “And again. How about I help you study for the test tomorrow.”

She shook her head. “Now, you’re starting to sound like a
normal
teacher. Regardless, that you look like a bad boy out of a New Adult novel.”

“New Adult?”

“College aged. Anyway, I don’t have a mind set to study.”

I grinned down at her. “I bet I could help you with that.” I slipped my fingers under her shirt and traced her tanned, flat stomach. “I’m sure we could make the study session fun. What do you say?”

She placed a finger on her pink lips and tapped it there a few times. “I might be willing to take a chance. What do you have in mind?”

Smiling, I stood up. “Do you have a marker? An erasable one?”

She nodded. She disappeared into her closet and came back with a black, blue and pink erasable marker. “Here.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as I took the cap off of each one.

“We’re going to play a little drawing game. Stand up.”

She raised an eyebrow but obeyed. “Now what?”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Wow, take me out to dinner first,” she giggled, sliding the fabric over her head. She tossed her shirt on the floor and stood staring down at me. Sitting on the side of the bed, I pulled her to where she was standing between my legs.

“Okay,” I said, tracing the marker over her skin. “I’m going to draw the UK on you belly.” She laughed, placing her hands on my shoulders. “There will be dots to where cities would be. You’re going to point to each one and let me know what goes there. Afterwards, I’m going to grade you. For how many you get wrong, you have to strip. If you make an F, then so be it.”

She laughed. “I think this is more of a pleasure than studying.”

I shrugged. “You say potato. Okay, lay down.” She slid toward me, laying her head on the pillow. “Now,” I said sliding my finger toward a dot in the middle. “How about here,” I whispered, my mouth close to hers. She tapped her finger, while I traced the outline of her bra.

“Um, Carlisle.”

I smiled to myself. She got one. I grabbed her waist, and carefully wrote Carlisle onto the center dot. “Good job, Sarah.”

She smiled up at me, her chest rising and falling faster. “I’m brilliant.”

“That you are. Next.” I tapped her right side, and she laughed.
Ticklish? I’d have to remember that.

“Um” she said, her breath coming slower. “Liverpool.”

Wrong
. That’d be her jeans. I smiled and wrote Liverpool on her side. “Did I get it right?”

I shook my head, a grin rising up my face. “Nope,” I said, bending my head to kiss her stomach. I marked an X on the spot.

She exhaled. “Next.”

“Here,” I said, placing my finger in the center south of Carlisle.

“England,” she said. “I’d always get that right. It’s on my bucket list to go there.”

“Hmm. Maybe you’ll get there one day. I’ve heard it’s beautiful. I’ve always wanted to go to England myself.”

She shifted beneath me, her hips wiggling. I wanted to snatch her up, tear her clothes off and make her say my name again. But, I didn’t. I traced a line from England to right under her bra. “Here,” I whispered.

She sighed at my touch and said, “Outer Hebrides.”

I smiled to myself. “Another wrong, sweetheart. That’s two and two.”

She smiled, closing her eyes. “How many more?”

“Two more,” I said. Bending over her, I trailed from Ben Nevis down to her hipbone where Plymouth was located. “Here,” I said.

She was panting. I knew it wasn’t fair. She couldn’t possibly concentrate. Hell, I barely could. “Um,” she panted. “Plymouth.”

I laughed into her hipbone. “Right,” I said. “Two for three.”

Sliding my tongue from one hipbone to the other I said, “Here.”

“Liam,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Please, you’re killing me.”

“Answer the question, Sarah.”

She shook her head and screwed her eyes close. “Um…London.”

“Close, but no. Three for three. Three pieces of clothes, Ms. Thomas.” She smiled, eyes still shut and then sat up.

“Hmm,” she said, looking over herself. “What to take off, Mr. Downs? I really only have three articles on.”

“Even better. Strip, Ms. Thomas.”

A cat like grin traveled up her jaw. She slid off the bed, and stood before me. I sat on the edge, with her in between my legs. With ease, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell from there holds, and my dick jumped in my pants.
Damn it.

“Two, please?” I asked. I wanted to beg but I kept my composure.

“Begging already, Mr. Downs?” She shook her head. “Good things come to those who wait.” I raised an eyebrow daring her. She smiled, reached around and pulled her jeans off. “Two,” she whispered.

Fuck
. She looked amazing. Topless, only in her underwear, standing in front of me. Bearing all. I’d dated girls embarrassed to stand completely naked in front of me. But, Sarah didn’t care. She even wore a
come and get me
smile. I planned on it. Even if her stomach had the UK drawn on it, she was too hot to care.

“Three,” she mumbled, sliding her underwear off. My jeans grew tighter, and my blood was pumping hard. I took her in from head to toe. All the way down to the little strip of hair on her mound. Nothing turned me on more than that. She was made for me.

“Three,” I said, swallowing the large lump in my throat. “Three was my favorite.”

She laughed and took a step toward me. “Now, how about I get an award for doing so horribly on my test.”

I gripped her waist. “What did you have in mind?”

She ran her fingers along my shoulders. “How about you take off ones for the ones I got right. Doesn’t that seem fair?”

“It does.” I nodded. “But, I only have two pair of clothing articles on. And you got three right.”

She licked her pink, full lips. “Well, you’ll have to think of something to do for the third prize.” Her finger trailed down to the zipper of my pants. “I’m sure you’ll think of something, Mr. Downs.”

“Oh, I know I will. Come here.” She giggled when I picked her up and ran with her to the shower.