With My Student.

Chapter 13

With My Student.

Lyla Atelo

His cologne filled my nose as he stepped closer to me. Each step was measured, filled with elegance even when he had one hand in his pocket.

His voice was as lazy as he looked, but he was breathtakingly handsome. My lips parted slightly as I stared at him in wonder. Under the little glow of the moonlight, I could make out his facial features, but what seemed to hold my interest were his eyes.

"You look uncomfortable, Lyla." His voice was barely a whisper this time, but I heard it. My ears craved to hear all the things he had to say to me.

"Well, my husband forced me into this." I said absentmindedly. "And it's 'Mrs. Lyla' to you. What are you doing here?"

I knew that was a stupid question. He was obviously here with his parents as a rich heir. But Sage did not reply. He turned around and went behind me. When I was about to turn to see what he was doing, his low growl made me stop.

"Don't move." It was like a command, and my body and mind listened to it.

I waited.

The first thing I felt was the brush of his finger tips against the nape of my neck, pushing my hair away towards my left side. My heart was hammering so loudly under my ribcage. Was I going to let a repeat of the last time happen again? My nipples tingled and yearned for those fingers, but Sage had only just gotten started with me.

The first lace came off, and the constriction in my chest lessened.

"I don't like seeing you uncomfortable, Lyla." He took a step closer that I could literally feel the heat waves that radiated throughout his body. It was a welcome feeling to me as opposed to the chilly night air. "I don't like it when this thing hides the most beautiful parts about you."

My throat dried up suddenly. "Beautiful parts? Like which?"

I know I shouldn't have asked, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to know.

"Every single curve of your body is beautiful, Lyla." The next three laces came off, giving me more chance to breathe while the upper parts of my breasts began feeling the cold air. "But the parts I love the most about you? Hmmm... Let me think." Another lace came off. "Your tummy. It's soft and beautiful." His free hand roamed my body, stopping at the parts he mentioned. "Your ass... Your legs... Your breasts... Your beautiful face..." He whispered and his breath began to fan my neck. "Every single thing, Lyla. I want them all."

I was breathing heavily now. My chest was heaving up and down and my legs were weak. How was he able to make me feel this way? This wasn't fair. I jerked when his lips found my collarbone, eliciting a moan from my mouth.

"That too, Lyla." He whispered heavily against my neck. "I like it when that sound escapes your sweet little mouth." He pulled me into his arms from behind, hugging me tightly against his body.

I could feel his member growing against the small of my back, and I could literally feel my pussy pulsing at the thought of what happened the other night. I knew I wasn't going to stop him if he bent me over again. In fact, I wanted that to happen. I didn't care that my husband was in the mansion a few feet away from him. My body wanted Sage.

"I want you so bad, Lyla." His hand softly caressed my neck, squeezing it softly. "Every time I see you in school, I just want to bend you over and fuck you until your legs shake... brand you, and let the whole world know you belong to me. Make you cum over and over again on my fingers and dick." He licked an earlobe, earning an excited shiver from me.

I didn't know when I unconsciously leaned back into him. "What else?" I yearned to hear him tease me with all the plants he had for me. My body was hot and ready for anything with him.

"I want to fuck you everywhere, Lyla. Not make love to you, but fuck you until your eyes roll back." He paused. "In the classroom. On your desk... The janitor's closet... The bleachers... Anywhere that I can get my fucking hands on you, Lyla. You're a tempest—"

"Lyla!" A sharp voice cut through the still night air, breaking the seductive spell of the night.

I didn't need to extract myself from Sage because he had let me go almost immediately, blending into the dark of the night.

I struggled to keep my dress from falling off while holding my heels on the other.

"I'm here." I called out to him, and soon enough, he was in front of me.

"You're lucky I don't hit women, Lyla." His voice was dark and filled with rage. "If not, you would have had it hot from me. For once, I've expected you to be useful in your life, for this marriage! Not only did you cheat on me and I forgave you, you couldn't sit in one place and endure the clothing. It isn't my fault you got fat and horrible looking! This is the least I've been begging from you, and you've made me lose my face in front of those people!" I could tell he was also drunk, but he didn't stop. "Get in the damn car, already!"

I felt entirely humiliated. Not just because of the words that spewed out of Michael's mouth, but because I knew that Sage had heard it. Every single thing that my husband had said, and I didn't know how to feel about that. I mean... I was just about to cheat on him again with my student.