Teacher (Voyeur #6) - Fiona Cole Page 0,31

them had their leg lifted high on the other’s hip as the other buried her hand between her thighs. The woman’s hips moved, almost like she was fucking her lover’s hand.

“Will you make me orgasm?”

The words rippled through me like an explosion. A whisper louder than a roar. I couldn’t imagine what it had cost her to be so bold; pride surged through me mixing with the heady arousal of being the man to make her come.

My hands flexed against her back, and unintentionally pulled her closer to my chest. Her breasts pressed up until her full cleavage peeked out of her dress. Her own hands tightened around my neck, bringing my eyes to hers. For just a moment, I got lost in the emerald orbs—large against her gentle features. They stared up like a poor kid begging for more—desperate.

“I’ve just…never. I mean—after everything. I mean before, I did, I think. And I just wanted to know what it felt like now, and I can’t, and I want to,” she rambled.

“Hanna.” I moved my hand from her back to her shoulder, skimming up her neck until I clasped her chin in my fingers, not allowing her to look away. “Fingering you until you come would be a gift.”

“Okay,” she breathed, nodding as much as she could within my grasp.

“Come on. Let’s go make a selection.”

I held her hand and led her to the back. She left the selection up to me, only requesting that there be no dirty talking, but quickly conceded to a little.

Her fear of a filthy mouth had me more nervous than how she would react with my hand buried under her dress.

We walked into a different room than last time. Almost every viewing room was the same with a few variations. This one held a couch with a chaise lounge. It offered more room for what I had in mind to give Hanna what she’d asked for.

On the other side of the glass sat a living room set up. A TV, coffee table, couch, chair, end table, it gave the illusion of normal.

“Hanna,” I said, pulling her attention away from the room beyond. “Before we get started, I want you to know I can one-thousand percent control my body. Any time you want to stop, just say the words, and we stop. No questions asked.”

She swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”

Wincing, I prepared myself for her to storm out at my next speech. “While I can control my body, my mouth can get away from me. So, if I ever say anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me to shut up. Hit me in the balls. Anything you need to make yourself feel in control.”

This time, she laughed and nodded. “Hopefully, it won’t come to that.”

“Hopefully.”

“How do we do this?” she asked, her hands wringing in front of her.

“Come sit between my legs. Your back to my chest.”

For a moment, she froze. Not blinking, not swallowing, no more hands wringing. Nothing. “Okay,” she breathed.

I flipped the switch to let them know we were ready, and situated myself into the corner of the chaise, spreading my legs wide to make room for her. She gingerly perched on the edge and inched her way back until she stiffly pressed her ass between my thighs.

Fuck, even that uncomfortable shift had me aching. I may die doing this, but if it helped, it would all be worth it.

“Lean back, baby.”

She nodded but stayed mostly upright, and I kept my hands off to the side until she gave me a cue that she wanted to begin.

The door opened to a couple looking like they came home from a date. She tossed her purse to the floor and flopped back on the couch, turning the TV on. The man sat next to her and pulled her into his arms. They watched the flashing screen for less than two minutes, but the casual portrayal of normalcy was all Hanna needed. She slowly relaxed one inch at a time until she was fully pressed against my chest, her head tucked back against my shoulder.

The couple in the scene made out, their hands roaming, the moment growing more intense. His hands cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, pulling a hard gasp from her.

Hanna squirmed against my lap, almost pulling my own groan from me. I took that as my cue to move my hands. I rested them on my thighs outside of hers, stretching my thumb to brush against the soft material of her dress.

As she watched