Chapter 7: Tabletop Adventures
“I-I-I really n-need to get h-home,” I stuttered, cursing myself for it mentally. Not again!
“Oh? You want to continue on your kitchen counter instead?” he whispered huskily, breath fanning the back of my neck. “Or would you like that table in your living room?” I shivered. Did he memorize every scene of my erotica stories? Especially the ones with him as my inspiration?
“Excited are we?” he chuckled as my nipples strained through my bra, pebbling at his touch. I really was a goner when it came to him.
“No… oooh!” Damn that bastard! He knew I was about to say no and decided to tweak my nipple at that exact moment! He didn’t play fair at all!
“Nope. I play dirty Miss OG...very, very dirty.”
I could imagine that arrogant smirk on his lips. Damn me and my talking-my-thoughts-out-loud habit! I could already feel wetness pool between my legs and he was only playing with my breasts! I couldn’t believe how turned on I got when I was with this guy, even when he taught Chemistry in that husky voice. The most boring and unnecessary subject in the world! I mean, come on! Would you rather have sex or deduce the chemical components present in your bodily fluids?
His lips met the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Before I could predict what was happening, I felt a sharp stab of pain as his teeth sank into my flesh. A gasp tore off me as he licked the sensual hurt with his tongue. But the sting of his bite only made my clit throb in ignorance. Whoa! Fifty Shades much?
As if sensing my need, he lowered his right hand down my belly, over my navel and came to rest between my denim-covered legs. When was he giving me flesh on flesh contact?
Déjà vu someone?
Again, my conscience alerted me that this too was a part of my second book! The one where Ethan was also a teacher. The only difference was he was a chemistry teacher in real life and he was a biology teacher in my book, giving private lessons on male and female anatomy to the heroine—me.
Oh, stop being judgmental! Everyone had secret fantasies about someone at least once in their damn life. Don’t get jealous because mine are coming true.
He rubbed through my pants, spreading my legs wider for better access, his fingers wreaking havoc on my nerves even through the tough material of my jeans. He was right, there were other ways of giving pleasure than didn’t include breaking my hymen. And damn this was awesome! When I had written these scenes in my books, I had based them purely on porn and erotic novels. Now I was getting the first hand experience, and let me tell you...these experiences were fiiiiinnnneeee...
But that damn sexy monster, he removed his hand soon after and went back to concentrate on my breasts. I couldn’t take it anymore! Why couldn’t he be a nice teacher and follow the textbooks I wrote!
Because he's the teacher and you're the student?
Shut up, stupid conscience! No one needs your I-know-everything insight right now!
All of a sudden, he stopped, making me moan in protest.
But before I could say anything, he shushed me hastily. “Shhh! Someone is coming!” he said, hands covering my mouth.
At first I didn't hear anything, but then I heard a very faint but distinctive noise of boots hitting the tiled floor of the hallway.
“Looks like our tabletop adventure have to come to an unsatisfactory end,” he whispered disappointedly as he came around and placed my feet on the floor, steadying me as my mind tried to process all sensations at once. He, on the other hand, looked unaffected, except for his eyes that had turned molten emerald.
This wasn’t part of my book! Why did this have to happen right now! And right when things were getting heated.
He adjusted my baby pink tee shirt and ran his fingers through my hair before bending to grab my bag that had fallen to the floor unnoticed and placed it in my hand.
And just in time, too, because the door opened at that instant and someone stepped in.