Free A Treat for the Teacher (Lessons in Lust #3) by Jodie Jacobs Page B

laughter was harder to contain. “I mean, I don’t want the final solution, just some help with getting there. It’ll be a good start for when I finish off later tonight.” I still hadn’t decided if in those two minutes I’d be pushing her to her knees to suck me off, Or I’d be getting her to sit on my face. Either sounding fucking fantastic.
    She hesitated, looking at her watch and once one all around her.
    “Do you know Room 7? It should be free.” It was also right next to a storage cupboard and was about twenty seconds away from the library.
    She nodded.
    “Okay, thanks.” I turned and headed directly there, knowing she wouldn’t be far behind. The beauty of the location was it was in the opposite direction of lockers and the food hall. Being in a separate building also provided the confidence of privacy.
    Room 7 was thankfully free, as I predicted. Glancing over my shoulder, I held onto the door handle of the storage cupboard, which sat next to it, and stepped quickly inside. While not the most romantic of places, since it was where cleaning equipment was stored, it still offered the isolation for a quick fuck. I leaned against the wall, arms folded across my chest and a stiffy in my pants. I grabbed hold of hit and groaned, struggling to wait patiently until I could be wrapped in Miss J’s heat. A few moments later, I sighed in relief as she opened the door and maneuvered herself into the room.
    I was on her immediately. Unbuttoning her blouse, my mouth brushed against hers in an urgent kiss, our tongues gently stroking each other’s every few moments. Blouse open, I kissed my way down her neck, yanked her bra down so her tits spilled from her sexy bra and latched my eager mouth over one of her waiting nipples. Already pebbled in anticipation, they became impossibly hard as I alternated between light licks, bites and deep sucks, trying to get as much of her breast into my mouth. I sucked hard, reveling in the gasp which escaped her mouth, and her hands grabbing onto my hair.
    Her mewls were sexy and urged me to make fast work of my jeans. Unbuckled and unzipped, I shrugged the denim down to my ankles, once I pulled out a condom from my back pocket, allowing my dick to spring free. “Turn around,” I demanded, which she did with a sweet smile, one which had me groaning and eager to ram hard into her heat. “Spread your hands on the wall and widen your legs.” She did so immediately, her breathing ragged in expectation. I knew she was ready for me to fill her. “Perfect,” I praised her, while ripping open the condom packet and easing it on my pulsating dick. To hell with two minutes! There was no way I couldn’t sink into her.
    Kissing the back of her neck, I trailed my mouth and fingers down her back. I kept going until it was necessary for me to kneel, no easy feat with my jeans around my ankles. Once in position, I pushed her hip-hugging skirt higher, reveling in her soft hips and soft skin. Skirting my fingers across her flesh, I expected to come into contact with her panties; instead, my fingers found bare skin. “Fuck me, Miss J. No panties?” I groaned out my appraisal.
    “No. I may have forgotten to put them on this morning.” She looked over her shoulder and down at me, a beautiful grin playing on her lips. “I thought—”
    Her words were cut off as I spread her ass cheeks and pulled her hips toward me, seeking out her pussy opening. My tongue found her delicious center immediately. Her gasp filled the small room as I pushed even harder against her, my tongue as rigid as possible. My right hand travelled around to her front, in search of her clit. Her nub was hard, swollen, and so wet from her gushing juices; there was no need to search for the lubrication myself.
    On contact, her hips moved against my face and finger, clearly searching for more. She moaned in protest when I removed my hand from her clit, but yelled out with a “Yes!” when I pushed one of my dripping fingers into