Miriam yips in surprise and jumps off my lap as she quickly pulls her bikini into place and zips up her shorts. Then she speed walks toward the house. I need a few seconds to adjust my hard-on that’s being strangled by wet denim before I can get up, but I catch up to her just as she reaches the French doors of her kitchen and reach over her head to prevent her escape. She spins to face me, frustration written all over her post-orgasm-flushed face.
“Devin, I don’t want to talk about--”
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
Her gray eyes widen. “Are you out of your mind? You want us to be seen at a restaurant?”
Although it’s not what I meant, I have to admit, it stings to know she’s so appalled by the idea. But that’s just my ego talking. I don’t want to date my teacher. I have much more carnal things planned.
“Of course not,” I say with an easy smile. “I’ll cook for you and we can have dinner here, on the patio.”
She chews on her bottom lip and looks around as though expecting someone to catch us at any moment. But they won’t. We’re completely alone. Gently, I use a finger on her chin to bring her gaze back to mine.
“There’s nothing wrong with two people enjoying a dinner together, Miriam.” I love being able to use her name. I love the way it rolls off my tongue. But I also use it to tear down that student-teacher wall she keeps erecting between us.
“But it won’t be just a dinner, will it, Devin.”
A statement, not a question. She’s catching on. “No,” I answer gruffly. “It won’t be.”
“But you’re--”
I don’t let her finish; I don’t want to hear all the reasons why this can’t happen. Instead, I remind her exactly why it can and crush my mouth to hers. She opens for my invading tongue with a helpless moan that makes my semi-hard dick twitch against my leg. It’s crazy how fast I lose myself in this woman, how fast I consider chucking all my plans out the window to have her just this once in the heat of the moment.
But that’s the problem. It really would be “just this once.” I understand Miriam well enough to know she wouldn’t let it happen again if we get carried away now. We want the same thing, but she’s not ready to accept that. Yet.
Drawing on the control and patience that made me an all-star quarterback, I break our kiss, but keep the sexual tension at full volume. With one hand, I cup her neck, and let the other slowly trail down her body as I speak.
“Stop thinking of me as that huge kid who barely fit in those little-ass desks, that kid who gave you a hard time in class.” I dip my head lower and graze my lips over hers, retreating the second she leans in for more. “And start thinking of me as the man with a huge cock that will barely fit in your tight little pussy. The man who will fuck you so hard and so good, you forget that he was ever anything but that man.”
She whimpers as I slide my hand between her thighs to palm her possessively, reminding her of what I did and how I made her feel only a minute ago. I don’t even think she realizes that her legs squeeze together, trapping my hand in place.
“Okay,” she whispers. “I’ll have dinner with you.”
“Perfect.” I smile, then reach behind her to open the French door. “Dinner’s at nine, Miriam. Wear something nice.”
5
Miriam
What am I doing? How did everything get so turned upside down that I’m about to have an intimate dinner with an eighteen-year-old former student? Have I completely gone mad?
As if agreeing to dinner is the worst thing you’ve done with Devin Adler today.
My face burns from the reminder of what happened earlier. I can’t believe I rode his hand--in broad daylight, in my backyard--to the most explosive orgasm of my life. I’ve never done anything like that, and that’s not even taking his age or who he was to me six weeks ago into account.
It’s not that I haven’t had good sex with past boyfriends. It’s just never been what I’d call...adventurous. I’ve enjoyed a healthy sex life--when I’m having it--but I’d be lying if I said the added forbidden and reckless elements with Devin didn’t shoot the entire experience into a mind-blowing territory I’ve never even gotten close to.
Now I’m pacing my bedroom floor at five minutes to nine, wearing heels, a backless royal blue mini-dress held up by the thinnest of spaghetti straps, my hair flowing in soft waves over my shoulders, and more makeup than I ever wore to school. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything more than at-home-casual or in-class-professional that I forgot what it was to look like paint-the-town-red. One last glance in the mirror gives me the boost of confidence I need to leave the safety of my bedroom and head downstairs.
The heavenly scents of garlic and spices hit me when I reach the kitchen, but it’s completely clean. Movement on the patio catches my eye and when I step outside, my eyes widen at the transformation he managed in such a short time.
Long strands of white lights have been strung through the lanai overhead to give the patio a soft glow. The table is set, complete with lit candles, and platters of roasted red potatoes and asparagus. The lights in the pool are on and a handful of tiki torches glow around the perimeter. Put together, my backyard has all the feel of a private resort setting.
“Right on time.” Devin sets down the tongs where he’s grilling at the far edge of the patio and walks toward me.
Holy wow. I’m speechless. He looks so different from how I’ve ever seen him. He’s still tall and broad and sexy as sin, but instead of T-shirts and worn jeans, he’s
