Teach Me (Love Me) - By Alla Kar Page 0,28
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,”