6

Ryan suddenly became rigid, his stare potent enough to nip my neck in half as he crooned in a somewhat robotic voice. “Because,” he said slowly, his soft pink parting as he drank me in. “It's my wish to fuck a male teacher before I go play for NHL, and you Mr Samuel... you're the chosen one.”

Stunned, surprised, confused, all but morphed into one dangerous feeling that clawed at my guts, pooled in between my quivering thighs and sparked in my glassy eyes. I was beyond mad.

Scooting my chair backwards blindly, I loomed over him with a sneer that contrasted with the sheer delight in his eyes on how his revelation had riled me up so bad. It took all I had in me not to punch him on the face right there. “My deepest apologies, Sir Ryan.” I managed in the calmest tone I could muster yet I could tell he could hear the rage rippling underneath. “I haven't enough brain cells to understand exactly what you're driving at, but to the best of my knowledge it seemed you're looking for every opportunity possible to not get into NHL and make your mother pay a lot more money to keep my pretty mouth shut.”

Now it was his turn to stand and seethe his teeth at me. Despite the height and age difference, I shrank back down onto my seat while he followed me hotly, leaning ever forward with a lopsided smirk etched on his pretty little lips. There was no denying it, he had more power over me than I originally thought and he so damn well knew it.

“Sweetheart,” he drawled, the heart sharp and melodic as it rolled off his tongue. His demeanor was calm, yet firm and unnerving. “Do whatever you want. Tell the whole town that I ran you over. Wreck me for all it's worth. We both know what really happened in the lot that day. You'd only be plaguing yourself with a guilty conscience and risking a potential battle with my Mom. You wouldn't want to rot in jail now, would you?”

His eyes moved to my lips and he placed his hands on the armrests of my seat, trapping me in in between his slender frame. He licked his bottom lip slowly, tilting his head to the side; desire burning in his eyes. A familiar throbbing in my pants caused a gasp to escape my lips as I looked anywhere else but at him.

“The compensation levy for attempted murder is around ninety-five hundred dollars, thanks for asking,” he continued, matter-of-factly.

Suddenly, he leaned back and I drew in a deep breath in relief, then horror when instead of sitting, he began making his way around the table towards me. I was stuck. Unmoving. Heart thumping. The throbbing in my pants urgent and becoming painful with each step he took. I was like a sweet-scented dandelion, and he was like a drone bee, and we were drawn to each other reluctantly, unwittingly, disastrously. My whole body shook with a need that both scared and excited me. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt in my entire miserable life.

Ryan wanted to fuck a male teacher, why? Was it because he was confused about himself and wanted to assert his heterosexuality? Was it a lousy bet between his peers that he needed to win? What was the real reason for all these? And why did I even care? If he wanted to fuck me for reasons best known to him alone, why was I objecting? I had nothing to lose as long as he kept it all a secret. He was hotter than all my exes and better as well. Plus, we were two sensible grown-ups making a conscious decision.

I wanted him. All of him. Badly. He was the first thing that had made me feel giddy in a while. He was the first and only person who'd given me painful boners... the only person whose photo I'd ever masturbated to for hours, since my football days to be exact.

So yes, he was special in an analytical sorta-kinda way.

How sad was that?

“Ryan...” I swallowed, hard. “I'm sure there are more male teachers around here that you can get whatever it is you want and even more. How about Mr Jeffrey? He's divorced from his husband of five years and has been without sex for eleven months.”

He was also older than my grandmother, had an unattractive pot belly and smelt like rotten ginger, but I wanted to gauge Ryan's reaction, and silently prayed one last time against something that was beginning to look quite inevitable. Ryan stopped right in front of me, his destructive smile broadening and the two-inch scar on his left temple all but made his face look so fucking perfect. I might have had an easier time rejecting him if he didn't make my dick nod aggressively in my pants, while admiring how snugly his t-shirt hugged his solid build.

“Incase you didn't get it the first time I mentioned this...” His lips ghosted over mine as he leaned down once more, and I gasped and drew myself further back into the chair, suddenly aware that the door was unlocked and someone might just barge in and see us in such an uncompromising position. “I don't just want to fuck a male teacher. I want to fuck a Lit teacher. I want to fuck Me Samuel Lee Cartwright. He's got brains, a hot bubble butt, long legs that look so nice in pants, and even if he thinks I haven't figured him out, I know he's bisexual and has masturbated at least ten times to a photo of me since our meeting three days ago.”

Damn right, I had. And I had at least twenty wet dreams of him as well and I know it looks creepy to be wishing such lustful fantasies with someone younger...but I digress.

“Do you want me to lose my father's job?” I inhaled, drawing my legs close together and patting subtle sweaty palms down on my hardened length. Someone had to talk sense into this man. And that someone was me. I had to find one way or the other to make him understand, but it's no news that I had a fickle willpower when it came down to males those days. I had nothing to lose at this point, if at all.

He grabbed my arms and hoisted me up, then sat, grabbed my waist and pulled me into him, and my body clicked into his like a jigsaw puzzle.

“I promise I'd be a good boy and won't tell, hmm,” he whispered sensually into my neck, sending a tirade of shivers down my entire body. My bulge was beyond visible now and there was no use trying to conceal it anymore. “What do you say about that, Sammy? Neither will you, right? A nice, short nasty fling that'd be over before you know it and I'd be off to New York to kick start my NHL career. One you once wanted. One you never had completed. Wouldn't you want that for me? You'll probably move on and find a lady or a man to do that forever shit with. That's all. A win-win for both of us. Don't leave me hanging now, Sammy. Tell me your mind.”

I swear I was about to spell out a capital NO to his face and would have probably did if he allowed me a second longer.

Ryan pushed my head down, catching my lips in an unexpected haze of colours and fireworks. It was the most intoxicating kiss I'd ever had, and probably the most I'd enjoyed in a long while. The moment his mouth molded against mine, I got those fucking butterflies in the pit of my guts and it was damn not because of the urgency of his hot mouth, nor the strawberry sweetness of his bubble gum but his drugging male scent that invaded every pore in my body. He kissed me like he had something to prove, a point to make. I was past any resistance now and grabbed his smooth cheeks with reckless abandon, inhaling softly while he worked his tongue in my mouth, devouring me like I was his last meal.

His tongue attacked mine with such a feriocity that almost knocked me out cold. It was too dominating. He explored every hidden land, swallowing my needy moans. I wasn't surprised when his hand shot forward to grope my erection through the stiff fabric, spinning me around on his thighs so I was practically straddling him on the black leather swivel chair, and guiding his hands to take off my tie and unbutton my shirt, grinding down against his massive length gradually till we found a matching pace that was both so erotic and mind-blowing.

It was wrong. So so wrong. But damn it felt right. I love how out of control he made me feel, how fiesty and rough he could be.

My heart strummed with excitement and a fear I couldn't decipher but knew it had something to do with Principal Churchill. As soon as her face flashed through my mind, I shoved it to the back of my brain. She was such a killjoy and I'd die to see her facial expression if she caught us. It'd be the highlight of my existence, even if she throws me in jail.

But damn. Ryan Churchill had some moves, getting involved with his mother's enemy. With the way she kept going on about him, he'd never do wrong. Ryan Churchill was the perfect son as he made her believe.

She'd have a heart attack if she saw us now and I'd be right on hand to finish her off with a stab at her heart. She deserved that much for how she'd made me feel all these months.

I pulled away, shuddering. “No Ryan, we can't do this. Anyone could just walk in and see us.”

He smirked. “But I locked the door.”

I still shook my head, savouring the lingering strawberry taste on my lips. Yup, he tastes way better than Rachel. “This doesn't just feel right to be done some place as this.” I muttered into another dirty-hot kiss. The air around us rippled with sexual tension, reeking of boiling juices we bare kept hidden under clothing. I could feel his precum soaking through my pants and mine permeating the air as well.

“You're safe with me,” he murmured, nibbling my bottom lip and trapping it between his teeth before moving south. His tongue latched onto my throbbing nipple, stinging and dirty.

Not true. My whole life was doomed with him after me.

“Meet me at your place in an hour.”

“But my Dad's home. And, you don't know where I live.” I sighed softly as he drew light circles on my bare chest.

Ryan pulled me up to stand and shot me his signature mischevious smirk. “I'll see you then, Sammy,” Then he spanked my arse. “Keep that hot and ready, Daddy's hungry.”