pretend it didn't happen. Not touch me like I wanted him to.
Nervously, I say with a sugary smile, "It's the season of hope… and I have hope."
He's not pleased with my response and swiftly grabs the other side of my panties and fists it. He pulls the fabric upward and I let out a sigh at the pressure on my clit. The corners of his lips curl. It feels so good that I want him to pull on it harder.
"Hope for what?" he asks, then uses his other hand to shock the shit out of me and rub my plump pussy lips over my silk panties. He does it a few times and that's all it takes to make my inner thighs shake with need.
"Mr. Vaughn," I say, my voice husky.
He cuts me off by rubbing right where my clit is hidden. A sigh bursts from my lips before I can stop it. "Hope for what?" he asks. "What did you wish for from Santa?"
I'm sweating, my skin prickling on my arms. My hips thrust against his hand and an ache throbs through me. He knows what I wished for and now he's teasing me with it.
"I wished for you to fuck me like you fucked her," I hear myself saying before I can stop myself.
The old, grandfather style clock in the corner of the classroom chimes at every quarter of the hour. It goes off in the silence of the room and I jump, moving to look over my shoulder. I'm so nervous we're going to get caught. Mr. Vaughn gives my panties a good yank and it startles me to look back in his direction. My books slip from my arms and thump to the floor as I collapse onto my teacher, his fist still clenching around my underwear. I freak out, trying to scramble off him, petrified that we're going to get caught. This was a bad idea.
"Shh…" he says, in my ear. The pads of his fingers stroke over my swollen pussy lips. It feels so good. "I can't stop thinking about you, Lexi."
Using his legs to hold me to him, my back bows at the intense ache shooting through my clit as he grinds his thigh against my pussy. Fuck! If he doesn't stop, I'm going to come and then I'm going to be even more embarrassed than I already am. I try to wriggle away.
"Be still, Lexi." I freeze at the command. "Good girl," he says, petting the side of my face. I lean into his touch. "The staff knows I like my mornings uninterrupted before the chaos begins. No one will dare walk in here."
That explains why he was surprised to see me. Taking his word for it, I nod but I don't move.
"Listen to me."
"Okay."
"We have less than fifteen minutes before class. Sit up and take your backpack off. Face me."
My brain goes haywire. "I don't think this is a good idea in your class," I whisper.
Not because I don't want something to happen between us. I do. I really, really do.
Taking my hand, he guides my palm over the bulge in his pants and shows me how to squeeze him. My eyes widen, feeling the warmth of his cock, how his balls feel under my nails as I press a little deeper.
"It's a little late for that."
The way he says it does something to me I've never experienced before. His voice weakens my body like it's at his will. I had no idea a voice could be so fucking sexy.
Pushing back, I sit up awkwardly in his lap and take my backpack off. It drops to the floor in a heap. Mr. Vaughn takes me into his own hands and centers me so I'm straddling him. My skirt bunches at my hips and I feel his cock pushing at me through his slacks. Cool air breezes past my butt cheeks.
I grip his shoulders in worry. "What if someone does walk in though?"
A heavy, hot sigh blows over my neck. "Already have it covered," he says.
Reaching behind me, he grabs a piece of paper and shows me the prewritten detention slip with my name on it for later today in his classroom. He tosses it back onto his desk then shocks me again.
Mr. Vaughn plants his lips on mine. Before I can think any wiser to stop him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean into the kiss. His tongue thrusts into my mouth and he groans when I wrap