Teacher (Voyeur #6) - Fiona Cole Page 0,33

her neck, telling her how beautiful she was and how proud I was of her for being so strong—so brave.

Through it all, I held myself still, waiting for her to jerk away. But it never happened. She relaxed and completely ignored the couple finishing their scene as she shifted and looked to me with flushed cheeks and bright eyes.

“Thank you, Daniel.”

Our mouths were inches apart. So close, I could taste the tequila on her breath. Her tongue slicked out across her full lips, and I almost said fuck it and took her mouth. Every part of me ached to flip her over, to bury myself in her heat, but I reminded myself of the one hard rule we’d made. No kissing. I reminded myself that this was Hanna. The friend I was helping out. Not some woman I’d picked up for the night.

She squirmed again, brushing against my hard length, pulling a groan from me.

“You’re hard,” she said in wonder.

I couldn’t help the chuckle that broke free. “Yeah. You’re pretty fucking beautiful when you come.”

“Oh.” She looked away and smiled, a blush staining her already pink cheeks. “Can I—” She licked her lips before shaking her head. “Never mind. Stupid question.”

I tipped her chin to face me. “Hanna. My body is yours. Ask for what you want?”

Holding my stare to gauge my sincerity, she took a deep breath and asked, “Can I watch you get off?”

I almost laughed in shock but managed to stop my initial reaction. Swallowing it all down, I choked out, “Yeah. Are you sure?”

“Yes. Are you sure?” she asked, sitting up to face me, her dress still hiked up around her waist. Her panties still tugged to the side, exposing her swollen, wet lips. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I did laugh at that. “Hanna, this is about as uncomfortable as I get,” I said, gesturing to my cock straining my pants.

She looked down, her eyes widening more. “Oh.”

“Are you sure?” I asked again.

Without looking away from my crotch, she nodded. She looked like a kid in a candy store, and there was no way I’d be able to deny her.

Taking a deep breath, I adjusted and unfastened my pants. There were no more noises coming from the other room, just our heavy breathing mixing with the slow slide of my zipper.

“Oh, wow,” she breathed when I pulled myself free.

“You’re good for my ego.”

She barely glanced up before looking back to my length. I reached to the side table and grabbed the lube. I wanted to ask if I could use hers—to see if she’d let me drag my palm through her wet folds and use her cum to get myself off, but this was about her. Not me trying to fulfill every fantasy crossing my mind.

I’d never felt more like a piece of meat than I did right then, rubbing my cock in slow, tight strokes. And I loved it. I took in her full heaving breasts down to her wet pussy. I watched her fists clench, and her cheeks flush. I remembered how tight her cunt spasmed around me, and I came.

Pleasure ripped from deep in my chest, surged down my spine, and erupted from my cock in long hard pulses. My head dropped back against the cushions, and I groaned, feeling the wet splatter of my cum on my chest and my neck until it dribbled down my palm.

“Fuck,” I breathed, tipping my head forward.

Hanna slowly dragged her wide eyes from my softening cock, up my ruined shirt, until she finally met my gaze. “That was beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” I said. “And so unbelievably brave.”

Her lips slowly tipped up, and something entered her eyes that had an invisible band tightening around my chest. One that had my nerves prickling.

Nervous because she looked at me like I was the answer to all her fears—to her future.

Nervous because I liked it.

Hanna

After leaving the room, we grabbed another drink and talked about work, which was insane after what we’d done. But somehow, it didn’t feel weird at all.

We laughed like the friends we were. We laughed like we hadn’t just gotten off in front of each other, like he hadn’t just had his fingers buried in my pussy. Like he hadn’t just given me my first real orgasm.

Lying in bed later, my body still ached. Heat still simmered along my flesh like it never had before. I rubbed my thighs together and giggled at the pure joy that flooded me when the ache grew, spreading up