Teacher (Voyeur #6) - Fiona Cole Page 0,19

stop it. My chest heaved with a tightness I’d never experienced before. I didn’t even care that Daniel could hear me. I was too focused on the man sliding between her thighs, kissing her breasts, touching her body.

He built the anticipation until I wanted to slap my hands on the glass and demand he do it. I wanted to beg.

His hand slipped between their bodies, and they both moaned when he thrust forward. My thighs clenched, and I rocked side to side, trying to ease the ache threatening to consume me. The leather creaked, but I refused to acknowledge it.

The man made love to the woman slowly, only picking up his pace after she cried out again with another orgasm. I became so lost in the scene before me, that I almost missed the creaking of the leather beside me. With a quick peek, I found Daniel adjusting his position as well, with his hand clutching the arm of the couch.

Shamefully, my eyes shot to his crotch but were unable to see anything with the way he was sitting. Was he turned on? Was he aching the way I was?

The man thrust harder, deeper, taking his time to swivel his hips and hit every spot. Finally, his forehead dropped to the woman’s, and he almost shouted his release, feeding her his pleasure.

I swayed from all the blood rushing to my core, and I had to slap my hand against the cushion to keep from falling, only to collide with long, rough fingers, covered in a light dusting of hair.

My first reaction, surprisingly, wasn’t to jerk back. Instead, I clung to Daniel’s hand. Almost needing the anchor in the chaos of the man coming on the other side of the glass.

“Fuck,” I breathed once he finally stopped.

A few more thrusts and he fell to the side, pulling her into his arms and holding her close, all the love still shining for her.

I slid my eyes closed, needing a reprieve from the intense moment, taking stock of my body. For the first time ever, my panties were damp between my thighs. I no longer leaned back against the couch, but forward, one hand gripping the cushion and the other still holding tight to Daniel’s.

“Okay?” his deep voice rumbled between us, sliding up my arm to my chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Was I okay?

I felt like a bomb waiting to go off. I almost laughed when I thought of his earlier words saying he’d offer me privacy if I needed it. Maybe I should take him up on his offer.

Instead, I merely nodded, barely turning my head to look his way.

He’d shifted to lean forward like me and unable to stop myself, I glanced down and quickly jerked my eyes away from the hard length extending down his thigh.

Still holding his hand, I squirmed again.

I needed to get out of this room before I made a fool of myself by rubbing against the leather until I came.

Licking my dry lips, I put on my most calm tone, which wasn’t much.

“I’ll take that drink now.”

“My office or the bar?”

Being alone with him right now sounded like the best worst idea ever. I didn’t think I could be held responsible for my actions. “The bar will work.”

“Okay.”

He flipped the switch and held the door open for me. I walked out on unsteady legs and tried to gather myself now that we were out of the room.

“I’m going to run to the restroom real quick. I’ll meet you out there.”

“Perfect.”

It was exactly what I needed. Time alone to recollect my composure so I could hopefully form coherent sentences that didn’t start with let’s do it again, and ended with, please never leave my side.

I forced myself to sip the tequila when all I wanted to do was toss it back and order another. I swirled the amber liquid around the glass, watching the large ice ball roll along the edges. Again, and again, until I could finally breathe easier.

“Okay?” Daniel asked, coming up behind me.

“Yeah. Totally. Why?”

Super smooth, Hanna.

Daniel thanked the bartender for his drink and took his time sipping from his glass before facing me. “I know last time it was a lot, and I just wanted to check in.”

His skin looked flushed, and I thought back to the erection I’d noticed tenting his pants. Had he felt what I had? Was that what it was always supposed to feel like? I hoped so.

“I’m good. Thank you for doing this.”

“It was my pleasure.”

I laughed