Burnout - Coralee June Page 0,89

was—it would be mutual. I didn’t want to feel like Mama, coercing and seducing a man.

“Take off your clothes, Blakley,” he ordered after a tense moment.

I happily obliged, shedding my sleep tank and shorts the moment that demand left his lips. “Good girl,” he whispered in awe as his hooded eyes swept along the curve of my breasts and my tight stomach. His gaze lingered on the birthmark on my hip. I watched his appraisal of me while mulling over his praise. The first time he’d said “good girl,” it had awakened something hot inside of me. Now, I just wanted to please him more.

I lay down without instruction, using my clothes as a thin, makeshift pallet to protect my skin against the bite of the rough wood. He moved to hover over me and rested on his knees before reaching behind his head to remove his shirt.

The moment his chest was bare, I leaned up to flick my tongue over his nipple while grabbing the waistband of his jeans. He positioned himself between my legs, and the only thing separating us were his jeans and my thin panties. I was slick with needy heat as he kissed me again.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, increasing the friction as I ground against him. He palmed my breast through my bra as I writhed beneath him. It wasn’t enough.

“More,” I begged as he slipped his fingers under my underwear and shoved them down.

“More,” he relented while reaching to unclasp the button on his jeans.

“More,” I whispered as he stumbled to pull off his pants with desperate need.

“More,” he pleaded when I wrapped my hands around his cock and stroked him. His back arched. He shuddered and the air fizzled from the friction our rubbing bodies created. I half wondered if we were going to burn the treehouse down.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he groaned as I pulled my hand away. He started grinding along my slit, coating his cock with my heat while rubbing against my clit. Faster he slid. Up and down, bumping my sweet spot as he lavished my mouth with consuming kisses. He felt eager and wild. The intimacy of our moment left me feeling gloriously exposed. It enticed my senses. His touch was indelible.

I was building. Building. Burning up from the inside out. Reaching for that invisible tether of pleasure within and coaxing it to blossom before us.

And then he stopped. Stopped.

Decker fucking stopped.

“What’s wrong?” I asked when he got off of me and sat with his back against the wall. His dick was hard as hell as he hung his head in shame.

“This. This is wrong.”

Oh hell no, we were too far gone to stop now.

I ruminated on his refusal for a moment. I allowed myself a brief moment to absorb my feelings. Anger. Disappointment. Grief. Loss. Guilt.

“Fuck you, Decker,” I spat while pulling up to a sitting position. “Fuck. You. Fuck your mind games. Fuck your guilt. Tell me why you stopped!”

My voice was so loud I was sure the neighbors would hear, but I didn’t care.

“I’m your teacher,” he stuttered.

“I’ll transfer out of your class,” I bargained while crawling closer to him.

“I’m Lance’s best friend!”

“He’ll learn to be happy for us,” I promised while settling over his lap. I hovered to keep space between us.

“I don’t have a condom,” he rasped.

“I’m on the pill,” I promised before sinking onto his hard cock.

My walls stretched to accommodate him. He was so big. I was so full. We both moaned the moment our bodies connected, and it was like harmony, perfect harmony. It was serendipitous. It was haunting. It was ideal but somehow wrong, too.

I wanted this thing to be mutual between us, but I’d taken that choice away. Now he couldn’t stop.

Up and down I moved, all while he refused to look me in the eye. I rode him hard and fast, light whimpers escaping my lips each time he bumped that deep need within me. Grabbing his chin, I forced him to look me in the eye as I reached my peak. I wanted him to watch me come undone. “You see this?” I asked as sweat dripped down my face. “You see me riding your cock?”

“Yes.” His voice was hoarse.

“Look me in the eye when I come, Decker. I’m yours. I’m fucking yours.”

I broke apart in his lap, creaming his dick as I screamed his name over and over and over. It was one of those rolling orgasms that just seemed to