Love in Education: De La Fuente Book Seven Page 10

  “Then come into my office.” The door widens, hiding me behind, and the minute he has her attention, I sneak out.

  I’m not sure what came over me today, but I think he’s right and we do need to stop making out on campus. Two people know about us now, so they’re going to be watching us even closer.

  16

  Sawyer

  Pulling into the garage, I close the doors with the automatic device. After all the interruptions today, I’ve had it and just want to spend quality time with Andie.

  I know she’s here and the short drive home has me filled with anticipation, especially after the last text message I received: I’m washing ALL my clothes.

  That could only mean one thing and although I’m tired from dealing with staff and students, I’m looking forward to dealing with my girl.

  Opening the garage door into the kitchen, I scent dinner, but there’s no sign of her...and then I hear a splash and my cock rises to the occasion.

  Kicking my shoes and socks off, and loosing the jacket and tie, I slowly unbutton my shirt as I make my way out through the patio doors. She’s certainly a sight to be seen, lying front down on the steps into the pool, her grin full of mischief, her naked ass rippling in the shallow water.

  “I thought you’d need to relax before dinner.” She smiles shyly and moves into a sitting position.

  My breaths become heavy with arousal at the beautiful sight of the sexy woman in front of me. Her luscious breasts sway with every move she makes and her eyes sparkle with laughter.

  Grinning, I shuck the rest of my clothes and wrap my hand around my straining erection. It knows what it wants and that’s the woman who is currently massaging her own breasts, cupping them in her hands and making it look like an offering.

  “I’ve had a stressful day, but after you left I couldn’t concentrate on anything. All I could see was you bent over my desk with your round flesh begging for my touch.” Just remembering the view of earlier is enough to have precum trickling from the slit as I lightly stroke myself.

  I throb and ache badly, and although I’m enjoying the show she’s putting on, after the frustrating day that I’ve had, I need a more hands on evening.

  Sitting in front of her, I grasp her hips and lift her onto my lap. My cock floats in the water, making us laugh, which turns into loud groans when I wrap my arms around her waist. Her breasts crush against my chest with the stiff nipples hard as bullets. The softness of her belly cushions my flesh and then her tongue is tangling with mine.

  The kiss goes on and on while my arousal rises, harder and stronger, than ever before. She pulls from the kiss, and wrapping her fingers around my shaft, teases, “I want my spanking Professor Lawrence.”

  “Jesus, Andie!” I thrust into her touch and closing my eyes, I come all over her hand and belly. She strokes me firmly, and catching my breath, I remove her hand. “Who knew that it was hot as hell hearing you calling me Professor Lawrence in the same sentence you mention spanking?”

  She giggles and moving off me, goes onto all fours on the steps of the pool, shaking her ass. “I’m ready, Professor.”

  I snap my eyes closed and throw my head back, hoping that I keep myself in check this time around. Two minutes ago I came like a teenager at just the thought.

  “My ass needs warming.”

  I chuckle at her comment. “I’m sure I can warm it up for you.”

  “That’s what I’m hoping,” she whispers, “Professor.”

  Very close to rock hard again, I get between her legs and curse when I’m face-to-face with her bottom. “Perfect,” I mumble, rubbing my fingers through the wet lips of her pussy. She isn’t just wet, she’s soaked, and not because of the pool.

  I wrap myself around her, and whisper, “Say my name.”

  She presses her ass into my groin, making Mr. Happy, happier, and moans, “Professor Lawrence.”

  Leaning away, so that just the head of my cock is touching her ass, I slip my hand between us and lightly spank her butt...and then the other side.

  “Oh God, Sawyer. I didn’t know how turned on this would make me. I never even considered roll playing before, but...I ache.” Andie throws her head back, shoving out her tits, so I give her what she wants.

  “My name.”

  “Professor Lawrence,” she moans every letter as my cock drips precum onto her ass. I spank her again, slightly harder than the first time. “Again,” she begs. “I’m so close.”

  She isn’t the only one.

  Moving slightly, I press at the opening to heaven and slam inside her snug wet channel. I don’t give her time to catch her breath because I sure as fuck can’t catch mine, and I spank her ass again when I pull to the tip. My hands connect to her flesh again and the moaning coming from Andie has me hard as steel and on the brink.

  Reaching for her, I hold her against my chest with her breasts overflowing my hands while I continue to slide, back and forth, in and out, of the tightest pussy that my cock has ever been in.

  I pinch and twist her nipples and the minute she throws her head against my shoulder and starts rippling along my cock, my release spills inside of her.

  Panting, I turn with her still in my arms and sit on one of the steps. I hold her hips hard against me because I’m still coming. So is she as the mini ripples milk me dry.

  Slowly coming down from bliss, I move my hands back up her torso and cup her breasts. I play with her nipples with my thumbs and moan when she contracts around me.

  “I’m going to snap your penis if you keep doing that.”

  I pause and then throw my head back laughing. “Not a chance babe...Oh fuck!” I moan when she squeezes again. “I think we better take a break otherwise we’ll wrinkle staying in the water for so long.”

  “I certainly don’t want you to wrinkle.” She slowly stands and the pleasure of having her walls grasping my cock as she does has me bobbing in the water.

  She smirks. “You have the stamina of a race horse.”

  “I’m going to presume that there’s a compliment in there somewhere.” I raise a brow.

  “I’ll let you presume.” She giggles and wrapping her nakedness inside a robe, adds, “I want to bring the dinner out here. Come and help me.”

  Once I’m in a robe, I follow her into the kitchen and help her outside with our spaghetti and Italian sauce. Before we sit, I pull her into my arms and just hold her. Seconds later, I kiss her forehead. “Thank you for that welcome home, and thank you for this delicious meal.”

  She beams. “You’re very welcome.”

  While serving us, I say, “Not that I don’t appreciate you cooking and having the meal ready when I come home, I hope you know that it isn’t something I expect. I’d like to think that we’re both equal in this relationship.”

  Her face falls so I rush on, “Andie, I love coming home to you, and a meal. You will never hear one complaint about it from me. I just don’t want you to think that it’s what I expect.” I grab her hand and bring her fingers to my lips. “If I haven’t said it recently, thank you.”

  Her face lights with a soft smile. “I learnt to cook because of you,” she admits, and continues when I raise a questioning brow, “I wanted to be able to cook you a meal when something happened between us. I just didn’t think I’d enjoy the cooking, but I do. It’s relaxing. But I promise you that the day will come were I’d prefer takeout.”

  “I’d like to go back to the fact that you learnt to cook for me.” I grin.

  She rolls her eyes. “I figured you’d pick up on that.”

  “Tell me woman.”

  As we eat our meal she tells me, “I hadn’t really tried cooking until I’d met you. Then suddenly I wanted to be able to cook. To put a meal together that was edible, and maybe really tasty as well. It became important to me, so I practiced, but it turns out that if you follow a recipe it turns out perfect every time.” She takes a sip of her wine. “I get pleasure in watching you enjoy what I make. It’s as simple as that.” She smiles.
“Plus I get to eat too.”

  “Well, you’ll never hear any complaints from me.” I stand and holding out my hand lead her over to one of the lounge chairs.

  Once we’re settled in each other’s arms, we’re lulled to sleep.

  * * *

  I’m not sure what caused me to suddenly wake, but the fact that Andie is sleeping in my arms while the lights around the pool softly glow has my heart fluttering with so much feeling that I don’t really know what to do with it.

  As I caress her cheek with my finger, I realize that as of tomorrow, or as I spot the time on the large clock, as of today, that we really will have to keep everything on campus to work. Janice already suspects something and I don’t think she’ll be easily swayed or put off by my denial. If we carried on taking chances then it wouldn’t be long before someone actually caught us.

  We’re pushing our luck with Andie spending all her time at my house as it is. It didn’t feel right anymore without her in it.

  “Mmm, you’re awake,” she murmurs, stretching.

  “I thought I heard a noise, but I haven’t heard it again.” I shrug, slipping my hands into her robe.

  She laughs. “You’re that awake, huh?”

  “I’m always this awake when I have you in my arms.”

  “Nice answer.” She unfastens the belt on my robe and spreading it open, burrows against my warm body. “Jeremy knows about us,” she mumbles against my chest.

  I still. “What?”

  She sighs and tilts her face up to meet my gaze. “I was going to tell you before but after Long, I didn’t want to add to everything.” Resting her chin against my chest she admits, “I was worried that you’d freak out and push me away.”

  “How does he know?”

  “He saw us at the airport...he’s promised not to say anything.” She slips her leg between mine and wiggles so close that my cock gets trapped against her hip. Her smile lets me know that she knows exactly what she does to me.

  “Are you trying to distract me?” I raise a brow and try to prevent my lips from twitching.

  “Is it working?” One of her hands slips around to my ass and when she digs her nails in, scraping them across my cheek, my dick pulses and leaks with precum.

  “I can’t think about anything but you, when you do that with your nails.”

  “I know.” She lets out a dirty laugh before she moves and straddles me, my erection bobbing up toward her navel. “Let’s be serious for a minute, okay? I trust Jeremy to stay quiet because he doesn’t want me to get in any trouble, and Long doesn’t have solid proof.” She smirks, grabbing hold of my solid erection.

  Rising up, she slowly slides down my flesh and all I can think about is the wet heat surrounding me. My hands reach up and cupping her breasts, she undulates on me and my eyes cross.

  “I love watching your reaction to me,” she whispers.

  She does it again and this time I hold her gaze while she moves on me, bringing us both pleasure.

  “Just having you here with me is enough to bring me pleasure, but the feel of you, the sight of you, unmans me.”

  She smiles and gathering her long hair into her hands, she holds it on the top of her head while slowly moving her hips. “I love that you’ve turned the lights on, it’s romantic.”

  “Mmm.” Arching up, my whole body quivers and then her words penetrate the lust clouding my brain, and I pause, holding her hips still. “I didn’t turn them on.”

  Our eyes meet and I imagine her frown matches mine. “Didn’t you?”

  “I thought about it after the pool, then I became sleepy, and fell asleep.” She grabs both ends of the robe and pulls them together, her eyes searching frantically around.

  My cock is still hard as rock in her and the need to come is overwhelming, but I try and force it back at the panic I see on Andie’s face. I even think that she’s so panicked that she doesn’t even realize how close I am to finishing.

  “Sawyer, do something.”

  I tug her closer and wrap my arms around her body, making sure that I get her naked breasts crushed against my chest. “Don’t move because I’m going to do my best to fuck you slowly.” I pull out, and thrust inside. “Just.” I do it again. “Like.” And again. “This.”

  She moans into my mouth as I capture her lips in a fierce kiss that has her pussy closing snuggly around me that my balls explode without warning.

  We gasp together for breath as we both continue slowly loving the other, our pleasure shouted in long, guttural moans.

  Andie collapses around me, which I enjoy, whispering, “Who turned the pool lights on?” into my ear.

  I clasp her head and hold her against me while I close my eyes afraid to even think about anyone finding us asleep on the loungers. Let alone someone moving around completely unobserved because I was too tired to be aware. Too sated and with the woman I love in my arms to care.

  A sinking feeling starts to gather in my stomach and it won’t budge.

  17

  Andie

  Sawyer isn’t the only one with a sick feeling in his stomach after the discovery that neither one of us had turned the pool lights on.

  I’ve gone over it in my mind and I know they weren’t on when we’d gotten out of the pool, no matter how sleepy I was. So if Sawyer hadn’t gotten up to turn them on then that meant that someone had been there and switched them on and seen us. But who?

  It actually makes me sick to the stomach to think about, which was why I passed on breakfast and settled on a lonesome latte.

  I know Sawyer is worried when even in the same breath he’s telling me not too.

  After the discovery though, we’d wrapped up and once we’d locked up, stayed inside with the curtains drawn. We were so unnerved that Sawyer insisted on searching the house from top to bottom, which I was grateful for. Everything had seemed to be as it was left, but someone had been there.

  It was frightening to realize that they could have done anything to us while we slept, but it scared us both that it could be someone who knows us from the College.

  My suggestion of it being Professor Long was met with a frown, just like Sawyer’s suggestion of Jeremy was by me.

  It could be one of them.

  Or it could be neither.

  But one thing I do feel as I enter the room for today’s lecture is that it’s the calm before the storm.

  My gut churns as I take my seat beside Jeremy who gives me a quizzical look before glancing into his textbook. “What’s going on?” I nudge into him.

  “It’s weird, okay?” He eventually meets my gaze. “You shouldn’t be doing what you are. Neither of you should be,” he whispers. “I can’t believe for one minute that you’d risk everything you’ve worked so hard for, for him,” he spits in anger.

  “Keep your voice down,” I hiss. “We kept our distance for a long time and I really am sorry that I’ve disappointed you, but you’re my friend. I don’t want to lose you.”

  “It’s difficult, okay? My feelings for you go deeper than mere friendship, and you know that. It isn’t easy for me to just ‘carry on as normal’.” He slumps in his chair.

  I pause for a moment then mutter a pitiful, “I’m sorry.”

  No more is said although we do exchange looks when Professor Janice Long strides into the room, heading toward the desk where she drops her things.

  “What’s she doing in here?”

  “Dennison mustn’t be in today,” Jeremy mutters.

  “This should be fun.” I slump in my chair, hoping she doesn’t see me while I feel Jeremy’s frown on me.

  “What’s going on?”

  I debate whether or not to tell him, but the heck. “She thinks there’s something going on between Sawyer and me.”

  “But there is.”

  “Yeah, but she only thinks there is. She has no proof.”

  “Not like me you mean?” Jeremy’s angry again.

  Great!

  “Yes, but I trust you. I don’t trust her. She
has a vindictive streak and I have a feeling that she’d do anything to break Sawyer and I up.”

  “I have something in common with her, then huh?” Jeremy smiles.

  My eyes widen in surprise. “You wouldn’t?”

  He rolls his eyes. “No, I wouldn’t. I was joking.” After a wry smile, he keeps his gaze on the witch at the front.

  Professor Long leans against the desk in the front and lets her gaze wander over everyone. I get a sick feeling that it has everything to do with me. That’s she’s taking this class today because she knows that it’s a required one for me, and right now she’s looking...and bingo! Her gaze lands on me, and stays. Her lips twitch and curl up into a knowing smirk.

  Beside me Jeremy groans. “This isn’t going to end well.” He heavily sighs and placing his hand on my thigh, squeezes. “We’re friends, Andie.”

  My hand covers his and we stay like that for a moment, even when I watch Long’s gaze lower to our joined hands. At the time I never even gave it a thought, but I wonder if this will throw her off. She certainly doesn’t like it and narrows her gaze.

  “I presume,” she starts, “that you all know who I am, and today I’m standing in for Professor Dennison who has a date with a surgeon over his gallbladder.” She pauses and stares a moment too long again before continuing, “Ms. Foster,” she shouts and my heart thuds in my chest while the blood rushes through my ears. “Front of the class. You can assist me today.”

  “Shit,” Jeremy curses.

  He stares at me along with everyone else in the room and even though I don’t make eye contact, I can feel their eyes. I sense their relief that she hasn’t picked one of them, but I can’t stop the anxiety that has me in its grip.

  Sawyer and Jeremy are the only two who know about me, and with the way Jeremy has now shifted in his chair, he knows I’m about to have another full-fledged attack.

  “Miss. Foster, I do not have all day,” Long snaps.