Mr Blackwell: Teacher Student Romance Read Online Free Page B

shocked laugh as she stumbles onto the porcelain.
    ‘It’s cold!’ she yelps, throwing her arms around my shoulders.
    ‘Stone cold,’ I growl.
    ‘You know … Rory won’t care,’ she says, shivering. ‘He knows I like you. I told him from the start.’
    ‘I know Rory won’t care. I wouldn’t have let you into the shower if he did. There’s only one girl Rory cares about – his fiancée. Her name is Katie, she lives in Canada, where he grew up.’
    Rory fucks a different girl every night, and calls out Katie’s name when he comes.
    I look down at the girl, my eyes fierce. I could kiss her. I could be slow, tender, gentle. But that’s not who I am.
    I grab her wrists and force them up above her head, pushing her against the shower glass.
    ‘Oh!’ She looks startled, but then her eyes flash. ‘You’re so forceful.’
    ‘You like it?’
    ‘Yes!’
    I watch her for a moment, my heart pounding. Then I squeeze her wrists tight.
    She moans, closing her eyes. ‘Oh Marc!’
    I put my lips to her neck and suck hard.
    She lets out a little scream and struggles under my fingers.
    I drop my hands to her buttocks, taking fistfuls of skin and squeezing hard.
    ‘Yes,’ she moans, her head dropping back against the glass.
    I lift her off the floor and fit her around my waist, sliding her down until she moans so loudly that the glass vibrates.
    Then I begin to move, pounding her over and over and over again.
    I’m not gentle. Or kind. Or considerate.
    I’m rough – so rough I know she’ll have bruises.
    And she loves it.
    ‘Oh, oh, OH!’ she screams, as her head bangs the glass.
    I grab the shower and spray freezing cold water between her legs and she screams with delight.
    I feel blood pulsing between my legs. I was stiff before, but now I’m like an iron rod.
    I hook the shower back up.
    Then I reach behind her back and grab her long hair, pulling hard enough to snap her head back.
    ‘OH!’ She comes immediately, clinging to me.
    I want to stop. I want to prove to myself that I’m still in charge. Still in control.
    But it’s just like before. With Cassandra. My hips move on autopilot. I plunge in and out, in and out until I explode.
    I collapse against the girl … the girl . I don’t even know her name.
    Cold water cascades over us, and I hear the girl laughing.
    ‘That was great,’ she says, lowering a leg to the porcelain. ‘Oh my god. I knew you’d be good. I knew it. Sasha told me you’d be a stuck-up English man, but she is so wrong. That was the best fuck of my life. Swear to god.’
    She lowers her other leg and I slide out of her.
    ‘I need to take you to a clinic,’ I say, snapping off the cold shower.
    My hands are shaking – but not from cold. It’s from seeing the person I truly am. ‘I didn’t use a condom. I should have done.’
    She laughs. ‘What? I’m on the pill. Don’t sweat it. Unless … you haven’t given me anything have you?’
    ‘No. I always use a condom.’
    She giggles. ‘You didn’t just then.’
    Christ.
    ‘Are you all right?’ she asks.
    We hear the bedroom door crash open, and Rory calls out, ‘Louise? Lou Lou?’
    At least I know her name now.
    ‘Uh oh!’ Louise puts a hand to her mouth, but she’s smiling. ‘Hope Rory doesn’t mind.’
    ‘He won’t. He’s fucked girls I’ve brought home before.’
    As if to prove the point, Rory comes crashing into the bathroom holding a giant carton of orange juice.
    Louise and I are naked in the shower.
    Rory bursts out laughing. ‘You’ve had quite a night, young Marc Blackwell. Am I interrupting?’
    I scratch the back of my neck. ‘No. We’re finished.’
    ‘Are you indeed!’
    ‘Yes.’ I open the shower door and help Louise to stumble out. Her hair is soaking wet, and she has a big, silly grin on her face.
    ‘Let me get you a towel.’ I grab the only towel from the rail and throw it around her. ‘Dry yourself off. Then I’ll buy you breakfast.’
     

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    I take Louise to a diner just down