Making the Grade -- Part C

Authors note: Making the Grade is my fourth, longest and final story in my Hot Tails in Oak Hills series. This story has been divided into five parts for easier reading. Welcome back and I hope all of you enjoy the third chapter. GEV

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It was after eight in the evening and the sun had started set behind the mountain range in the distance and Jacob sat back in his loveseat-sized patio chair and rested his crossed feet on the edge of the low sitting glass-topped square table that sat in middle between the three chairs and the outside fireplace and dropped his head back on the cushion, staring out at the changing colors in the sky, thinking about everything that had happened over the last two months.

He had kicked his cheating fiancée out of his house, risked his job by having sex with one of his students and made sure that a wrongfully convicted man got out of prison. All in all, it had been a good fourteen weeks. He lifted his glass of iced tea to his lips and took a drink, reaching over the side of his chair to set the glass down on the tray he had placed on the brick floor within arm's reach, scooping up a handful of grapes from the bowl next to the glass and popping several of them into his mouth, wondering if Madison was ever going to come by his house tonight, or even at all.

He had a tough time making it through the rest of the school year, not that he had brought any attention to the fact that he had acted highly inappropriately with a student, but because every time he sat down behind his desk, the vivid image of Madison sprawled across the surface or pressed up against his bookcase flooded his thoughts and he couldn't concentrate, then he remembered where he was and quickly reined in his emotions. When she walked by him every morning for class, he kept his hands fisted in his pockets, breathing in the floral scent that clung to her skin, wanting to taste her, touch her but he had to settle for stealing glances her way whenever he could.

She didn't do anything to entice him, wearing baggy jeans and loose fitting T-shirts, and she did a damn good job of ignoring him, which was what he wanted, but he needed to see those baby blues, needed to see the desire in her eyes when she looked at him but she never gave him the chance, even if she was the last one out of the classroom on occasion. The worst part about all of it was that he couldn't hold her back after class anymore, couldn't make sure she still had those strong feelings for him, couldn't do anything other than just look at her and hope that she was still his.

After she had told him about her family situation back in April, that evening he called his older half-brother that worked directly under the state appointed Attorney General, asking him if he was aware that there was a judge in the area imprisoning innocent people and if he was looking into any appeal cases in the same area, that he had an interest in an assault case where the person was sent to jail last year, never telling him the name, just that he was asking for a good reason.

After a little more convincing, his brother said that there were several cases that he was investigating because there were mistakes in the proceedings that had caught his attention, three in his area but only one was for second-degree assault, the others were for minor crimes, but they all had the same judge and the same ruling of guilty even though the charges should have been less severe, and he asked or rather pleaded to be kept in the loop.

When he had gotten a call from his brother the Monday before graduation, letting him know that he was getting the papers signed by another judge regarding the case he had a strange interest in, getting the man released from jail for wrongful imprisonment, he finally asked him if the name was Ledbetter and to hold off on delivering the papers until the day of her graduation so he could make travel arrangements straight to the high school for her commencement.

After the ceremony, he stepped up on the stage, watching from the platform as she was reunited with her father, feeling his heart swell in his chest when he saw the look on her face, knowing she was crying tears of happiness, a slow smile coming to his own face. He brought up her number in his phone and sent her a text message before he stepped off the stage and disappeared in the crowd. When he received the 'thank you' message from her, he had an intense feeling that she was exactly what he said she was going to be. His.

Jacob heard the musical chime of the doorbell echoing through the house and he slowly smiled, popped the last of the grapes in his mouth as he dropped his bare feet to the brick floor and stood up, walking through the open French doors into the kitchen and through the rotunda to the foyer, opening the front door as he braced his arm on the jamb, staring down at Madison as she looked up at him with those baby blue eyes, looking more beautiful than she ever had before.

He didn't say anything to her, he just reached down, slid his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he lowered his, kissing her hard as he pulled her into his house and pushed the door shut with his foot, pulling her up tight against his body as the rough invasion of his tongue deep inside her mouth had her moaning and arching against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and plumping her breasts against his bare chest.

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Madison didn't even bother changing out of her dress after she got home with her parents from her and Dylan's shared graduation party at his family-owned winery, just took the keys that her dad dropped in her hand after he said they didn't want to see her until morning, grabbed her purse and quickly left. She hiked up the skirt on her dress and climbed up behind the wheel of the truck, closing the door as she brought Jacob's address up on her phone. She didn't recognize the street, so she put it in her navigation and looked at the map, surprised to see exactly where his house was located.

She started up the truck and backed out of the driveway, driving back out towards the west side of town, her heart pounding in her chest as she got closer to the street that led up to the estate houses that were along the golf course where the retirees from out of state, a few doctors and the area's more prominent figures lived. She rolled to a stop at the gate that closed off the properties from the rest of the town and dropped the side window, leaning out to punch the code into the keypad that was mounted on a post in front of a three-foot-high brick and mortar wall that separated the exit and entrance gates, hearing the buzz and rolling the truck through the gate as it slowly opened.

As she followed the main road that looped past the expensive two-story houses sandwiched together that had been constructed on the property over the last ten years, she had to wonder if Jacob had given her the right address because there was no way he could afford even the smaller modest ones on a teacher's salary, but then he wouldn't have the code if he didn't live in the gated community. She found the street sign marked Kingston Loop and turned up the road, slowly driving past the houses that were larger than the ones that bordered the golf course, spaced further apart on larger, meticulously landscaped lots and clearly in the higher six figure, possibly seven figure price range than the ones that were built closer together.

She double checked her navigation before she looked at the numbers on the houses, checking to see if she had driven past the address she was trying to find. She gave the truck a little more acceleration to make it up the hill to the house that sat at the very top, right before the road arced back down the hill, rolling to a stop at the base of the driveway as her phone told her she had arrived. She reached over and turned it off, just sitting there for a few minutes staring at the house. No wonder he didn't dare invite her over until tonight, his house sat right at the top of the crest that overlooked the entire housing community, the largest two-story house on the most spacious lot with the best view of the setting sun over the mountain range in the distance.

The outside lights mounted on the house had come on in the setting sun, illuminating the neatly landscaped front yard on either side of the wide concrete slab in front of the three-car garage, and she turned the truck into the driveway, rolling to a stop next to a black Audi RS 5 coupe and turned off the engine. She grabbed her purse from the passenger seat and slowly slid out of the truck, shutting the door behind her and locking it. She looked up at the impressive two-story house, still wondering if she even had the right address, if he hadn't turned a number around when he texted her and that his house was somewhere towards the bottom of the road, if that really was his car that she had just parked beside. He was only a teacher and there was no possible way...

She cleared all the uncertainties from her mind as she smoothed the skirt of her dress back down over her legs and looked in the side mirror of the truck, fixing her hair that the breeze and air conditioning had blown through, knowing that he wouldn't care how she looked, just that she had shown up. She walked along the short sidewalk in front of the house that was bordered by red azaleas in full bloom, stepping up the two steps to the covered entrance, her heart pounding in her chest as she reached over and pushed the doorbell, hearing the musical chime as it echoed inside followed by his footsteps, getting louder as he got closer to the door.

Madison heard the deadbolt click and she slowly looked up as the door was opened, watching as Jacob casually leaned in the doorway, one strong forearm braced on the jamb, his other hand holding the door halfway open, a slow, sexy smile coming to his face as his gaze held hers. His feet were bare and he was wearing just a pair of tan cargo shorts that sat a little low on his narrow hips and ended a few inches above his knees, his rimless glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose and his hair was free of styling products and laying in messy waves atop his head, that stubborn lock of hair joined by several others across his wide brow. She licked her lips and swallowed hard when her gaze finally met his.

As of this moment he was no longer her teacher, no longer the risk that could have jeopardized both of their last two months of school, he was just hers.

She started to say something, but her words and thoughts escaped her when he reached out and slid his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head in his large hand, pulling her up on her tiptoes as his mouth came down fast and hard on hers, kissing her deep, stealing her ability to think right there in his doorway. She blindly stepped over the threshold and into his house, dropping her purse onto the floor before reaching up and twining her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer, arching hard against him and moaning as his tongue roughly invaded her mouth.

She swallowed his groan, fisting her fingers in his hair as she kissed him back, sucking strongly on his tongue as a sudden rush of wet heat saturated her core, seeping out of her and soaking into the crotch of her panties as another, louder moan escaped her. Three weeks of need went into the burning kiss, three weeks of wanting the impossible and finally getting it, three weeks of not being able to touch each other without fear of getting caught had finally all come to an end today.

Jacob groaned as he kicked the door shut, blindly reaching for the deadbolt and locking it, fisting his hand in her hair as he pulled her closer with the other one, the pressure of his mouth forcing hers open even more. She was no longer his student; she was his and only his. He flattened his palm against her back, his fingers digging into her exposed skin, kissing her even harder, swallowing her strangled moan as his cock started to throb with a sudden rush of blood, the need to be buried deep inside her again clawing at him, making every part of his body thrum. But he held his needs in check, as he slowly softened the kiss, sliding his tongue hotly along hers, letting her bottom lip slid from the graze of his teeth as he lifted his mouth from hers, only to kiss and nibble along the side of her neck.

His teeth grazed her skin, his stubble rasping, his tongue soothing the marks as he dragged his hand down the length of her back and over the curve of her ass, his fingers digging into her supple flesh. He pulled her tighter against his body, wedging his hard cock against her taut abdomen, hearing, feeling her heavy breathing as she struggled to catch her breath, her nails digging into his bare shoulder. He cupped the back of her head, giving her another kiss, this one softer than the last but just as deep, gazing down at her when he finally lifted his mouth from hers, his heavy breaths fanning her face. "Let me look at you, babydoll," he grated out, taking a step back from her, his hot gaze sliding over every inch of her body.

He had never seen her in a dress before and she looked absolutely beautiful with her hair curled around her shoulders and the soft silky polka dot material hugging and flowing around her curves. The ruffles over her shoulders extended down into a deep V-neck, exposing the inside and part of the under curve of her bare breasts, crossing under them and extending down to wrap around the back of her waist. He slowly turned her around, admiring her ankle-length dress from the back, the bottom ruffle dipping down low at her waist and the top ones coming over her shoulders, joining with a strip of material that came up from the front to the middle of her back, held together with a large bow, baring a good portion of her back to his greedy gaze. Her white strappy sandals showed off her aqua painted toenails that matched her manicured fingernails, a delicate silver chain with half of a small silver heart rested just below the hollow of her throat.

He slowly drew his fingers up the length of her spine, feeling her shudder under his touch, sliding his fingers into her hair again, as he drew his gaze up from her exposed breasts to her face, bending his head and darting his tongue over her bottom lip before he gave her another kiss. He slowly trailed the back of his fingers down the middle of her torso to the bottom of the V-neck, and back up to caress the underside of her exposed breast, sliding his hand inside to close around one firm bare globe, dragging his thumb back and forth across her nipple, squeezing it between his fingers as it hardened even more, her moan reverberating out of her chest. "I love this dress. You look so beautiful, Maddie," he whispered against her lips, his hand caressing her breast.

"Dylan made it for me," she whispered back, sliding her fingers into his hair again as his mouth found the side of her neck. She moaned as he slid his hand inside her dress to cup her breast, roughly dragging his thumb back and forth over her nipple as it instantly hardened under his touch, arching against him as he kissed a path down the front of her chest, his tongue darting over the exposed curve of her other breast, pressing a soft kiss between them as his hand left her breast to join the other one as he glided them down her back to grab and squeeze the curve of her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her up tight against his hard body. She moaned even louder as his lips trailed their way back up to her neck, his stubble rasping against her delicate skin as his teeth grazed the lowest point on her neck, his tongue flicking across her skin before his mouth suckled hard.

Oh, God, how she missed his mouth on her neck. She gasped, tightening her fist in his hair, curling her fingers into his shoulder, her nails digging into his skin as her feet left the floor, dangling limply against his, her dress too constricting to allow her to wrap her legs around his waist. She tried to talk but it was hard. "He's moving to New York for fashion design in the fall. And you, Mr. Bradford, have a lot of explaining to do," she managed with a breathy voice as his mouth pulled hard on her neck right above the curve of her shoulder, leaving a mark and sending another rush of wet heat between her legs accompanied by a shudder that ran through her entire body, weakening her.

Jacob released his hold on her neck with his mouth, chuckling against her well-suckled skin as he sat her feet back down on the floor, raising his head as he gazed down into her eyes that were filled with the desire he had put there. He knew she must have a million questions for him, and he would answer every one of them in due time. He tipped her chin up with his crooked forefinger, looking deeper into her eyes as he brushed a curl away from her face with his other hand before trailing his fingers down the side of her face and along her marked skin, feeling her pulse race under his fingertips. He softly kissed her wet, parted lips.

"Later, babydoll," he whispered, sliding his hand around her back and finding the end of the bow that held her dress on, tugging on it as his fingers loosened the knot, the long strips of material fluttering down to her sides and exposing the length of her bare skin to the caress of his hot hands, his fingers dipping into the low waist of her dress before slowly gliding back up to her shoulders. He bent his head and pressed his lips to her ear, whispering, "we have more important things to tend to, like my tongue licking every inch of your body."

Madison moaned as she swayed closer to him, her hands gliding down his ribs, along his sides to curl around the waistband of his shorts as he tipped her chin back to look into her eyes, seeing herself in the swirls of blue, green and gold. She had too many questions that needed answers and every single one of them flew out of her head as his fingers softly caressed her skin, his breath fanning her face, as he called her babydoll again. She leaned into him when she felt his hands slide around to her back, untying the bow that held her dress on, his hot hands caressing the length of her bare skin.

Her eyes fluttered close as his hot words against her ear reignited that fire that had been smoldering inside her for the past two weeks, as his fingers dipped into the low waist of her dress, caressing the curve of her lower back. He was taking his dear ol' sweet time getting her undressed when she wished he would just pull her dress up, push her back against the door, slip her thong aside and just fuck her. "Jacob," she whispered, her breath hot against his bare skin as his hands glided back up her smooth flesh to her shoulders. She stood on her tiptoes, kissing the side of his neck, whispering, "it's been too long."

"I know, babydoll. And we don't have to wait any longer," he grated out. He ran his hands over her shoulders and hooked his pinkies under the ruffles, easing them down her arms, watching as the top of her dress caught briefly on her hard nipples before slithering down to her waist and past her hands, her nipples drawing up even harder under his gaze and the brush of his thumbs as he cradled the firm globes in his hands. He bent his head and flicked the tip of his tongue over first one nipple, sucking lightly upon it, and then the other one, drawing it even harder into his mouth, hearing her moan.

He slowly let her nipple pop free of his teeth, licking both again before raising his head. "Oh, fuck, how I missed you, missed your body," he grated out as he slid his hands down her midriff and around, shoving her dress the rest of the way off to pool at her feet as his hands glided down the curve of her bare ass, his fingers digging into the firm globes, catching a glimpse of her lacy lemon yellow thong and the purple crystal flower resting in her navel right before his hot mouth found hers again, his tongue sliding deep as he kissed her hard, lifting her up against him.

"Jacob," she moaned, sliding her hands up his strong arms and over his shoulders, curling them around his neck as she arched against him as he shoved her dress the rest of the way off her body. She kissed him back as his fingers dug into her ass, pulling her up and into his hard body, moaning at the feel of his hard cock throbbing against the soft skin of her lower belly through his shorts. She had missed the feel of his solid chest against her breasts, the gentle caress of his hands that turned to a firm hold, refusing to let her go as he held her tight, just plain missed him.

She whimpered when he broke the kiss, darting her tongue over her bottom lip, looking up into his eyes as she slowly drew her hand down the side of his face, caressing the fullness of his bottom lip with the pad of her thumb as he struggled to catch his breath, watching as his eyes dilated, as they grew dark with need. And she needed him, too. "Take me to your bed, do all those things you said you were going to do to me, make me want to stay forever," she whispered, hearing his low growl of affirmation as it rumbled up out of his chest, gasping as she was quickly swept up into his strong arms.

"With pleasure," Jacob growled right before he bent down far enough to hook his arm under the back of her knees, wrapping his other arm around her back and effortlessly scooping her up, watching as her eyes briefly widened with her sudden intake of breath before filling with a hunger that only he was ever going to satisfy within her. The look in her eyes paired with the words she spoke had his own desires coursing through his body faster than they ever did before, had his heart pounding hard in his chest and his cock throbbing even harder, making him want to be buried so deep inside her, and he didn't know if he was going to be able to take it nice and slow like he wanted.

He held her securely against his chest, groaning as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulder, clinging to him as she slid her fingers into his hair, her mouth finding the side of his neck, her teeth grazing across his skin and she kissed him there, sucking hard, returning the mark that he had left on her skin. "Maddie," he rasped, his fingers digging into her supple skin, holding her as his mouth found hers again in a long, slow and very thorough kiss as he carried her up the staircase to his dimly lit bedroom, his knees bumping into the edge of his king-size bed. He had pulled back the blankets earlier and he knelt on the bed, letting go of her legs as he lowered her down to the cool, crisp sheet, finally breaking the kiss.

Madison licked her swollen lips, her top teeth grazing across her bottom lip, watching him as he yanked the bedding further down the bed, flinging the blankets and sheet over the end, her gaze holding his as he moved back over to her, as she moved to a sitting position in front of him. Neither one of them said anything, they didn't need to, they had both been waiting too long to be together again. She just focused her attention on him as she reached up and curled her hands into the waistband of his shorts, pushing the button through the hole and tugging the zipper down over the bulge of his erection, pulling his shorts down over the curve of his hard ass and letting them fall to his bare feet so he could step out of them.

She watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his black boxer trunks, caressing the taut globes of his ass as she slid the tight cotton down, her nails scratching his skin on the way back up, hearing his groan as she slid her hands around to the front, curling her fingers around the elastic and easing the tight cotton over the straining flesh of his hard cock, pulling it down far enough so that only the swollen glans and an inch of his cock was free and trapped against his taut, heaving abdomen.

She bent her head and slowly drew the tip of her tongue along the sensitive underside several times before catching the thick strand of precum as it ran down the side of the smooth glans, drawing his salty fluid into her mouth, running the tip of her tongue back and forth over the swollen tip as it twitched, hearing his low groan that sounded a lot like fuck. She smiled when he fisted his fingers into her hair, knowing the instant reaction she got every time she teased him, tugging his boxer trunks down the rest of the way before she lowered her head, flattening her tongue against the base of his thick, throbbing cock, slowly drawing her tongue up, up his hard length to flick over the smooth glans, teasing him even more, prolonging the delicious torment.

And when he tightened his grip in her hair, she wrapped her lips around him and slowly lowered her head, taking as much of his cock as she could into her wet mouth, moaning as she sucked on him, her lips sliding up and down his length, her saliva running down his cock as she wrapped her hand around him, slowly stroking what her mouth couldn't hold, her other hand cradling his scrotum, her fingers rolling his testicles.

"Fuck," he groaned, staring down into her eyes, at her mouth and hand wrapped around his thick cock, fisting his fingers tighter into her hair as she sucked on him, thanking everything holy that she got pleasure from it, enjoyed giving him pleasure in return. He groaned as she sucked him even harder, drawing him deeper into her hot, wet mouth, sliding her lips and tongue up and down his veiny length as he throbbed even harder as she played with his testicles, his precum trickling out to coat her tongue. "Babydoll... your mouth..."

He struggled to catch his breath, breathing hard as he popped free of her lips, only to have her hand slid up and down his slick cock as she caught her own breath, her tongue swirling around his swollen glans before sucking on him again. "... feels so fuckin' good, but..." He reached down, cupping her chin in his hand, slowly pulling his swollen cock out from between her pursed lips with a wet pop, groaning when she sucked his thumb into her mouth as a replacement as her hands continued to stroke him. "If you keep sucking me, I'm going to cum in your mouth. And I'm not doing that tonight, babydoll," he grated out, letting go of her chin and pulling her hands off his cock and scrotum before stepping away from her for a brief second. "Tonight, I'm cumming deep in that sweet pussy. It's just a shame that you won't be able to feel me filling you up."

Madison whimpered when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, sucking on his thumb as she looked up at him, stroking his thick cock, slick with her saliva, gently fondling his scrotum, only to have him take those pleasures away from her too as he moved away from her. She licked her lips, still tasting his salty fluids, moaning as his words made that ache that had been building inside her ever since he kissed her burn even hotter, watching as he pulled open the drawer on his nightstand and reach inside, taking out a handful of gold wrapped condoms and dropping them down on top before pushing the drawer shut, his glasses joining the packets on the smooth surface.

Her gaze shifted from the pile of five or six condoms, wondering if they were going to use every single one, to his thick cock, glistening with her saliva, throbbing from the blood that coursed through the veins that interlaced it, wanting him inside her so bad that she wanted to scream but his name caught in her throat instead. "Jacob," she moaned, shifting her hips as the ache started to grow unbearable, knowing that there would be no pain this time, nothing but the pleasure that he promised. "Jacob, please, I want you inside me. I need your cock."

Jacob stared down at her as she started to squirm on his bed, a slow, cocky smile coming to his face as he reached down and cupped her chin in his hand, lowering his and giving her another long and very thorough kiss, swallowing her moan as she reached up and fisted her fingers into his hair. He broke the kiss only to give her another one, not feeling the least bit ashamed that he was the one that had unlocked all those desires inside her. "Patience, babydoll, we've got all night," he whispered against her lips, giving her another kiss. He shoved his trunks down his legs and stepped out of them, his cock throbbing against his abdomen, catching her ankle in his hand as he straightened, watching as she dropped back onto her forearms, turning her eyes up to him, her lips parted as she drew in several deep breaths.

He wanted her just as bad, if not more, and now there was no need to rush, no fear of getting caught. He raised her foot and rested it on his chest as his fingers worked the narrow strap through the buckle on her sandal, pulling it off her foot and dropping it to the carpet, raising her foot higher so he could kiss the soft skin of her instep before setting her foot on his shoulder. He reached down and cupped the back of her calf in his hand, his gaze lingering on the triangle of bright yellow lace between her legs, the satin crotch soaked with her arousal, sliding his gaze higher as he raised her other foot, giving it the same treatment, watching as her toes curled and her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

Madison raised herself up onto her forearms, curling her fingers into the crisp, cool sheet under her as drew in several shaky breaths, gazing up at him as he effortlessly slipped the strap through the buckle on her sandal, removing her shoe and dropping it to the floor. Her gasp turned to a moan when he pressed his open mouth to the bottom of her foot in a hot, wet kiss and she reflexively bent her knee and curled her toes against the unfamiliar sensation that was quickly turning erotic all on its own. He wasn't lying when he said he was going to lick every inch of her body.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, watching, feeling his mouth, his tongue slide along the sole of her foot before he pressed a kiss to her ankle, resting her heel on his shoulder. Maybe patience was a good thing, but she didn't know if she would be able to endure his sweet torture, especially the feel of his hot capable hands as he slowly ran them down and around the inside of her legs, inching closer to her aching flesh that needed the touch of his fingers, his lips, his tongue. She moaned, lifting her hips as another rush of wet heat saturated her core, soaking into the crotch of her panties that were already wet from his kisses earlier, from the pleasure she got from sucking his cock. "Jacob..."

"Yes, Maddie," he rasped, his gaze holding hers as he slid his hands down the inside of her legs, caressing her trembling thighs, to slide around and hook his fingers under the thin, yellow satin straps that encircled her hips, groaning as she raised her hips higher so he could slowly peel her soaked thong away from her smooth vulva, out from between the swollen folds of her labia, her dripping flesh glistening in the fading evening light that filtered in through open blinds on the windows above and beside his bed.

He pulled her thong free of her feet and flung it over his shoulder to land somewhere on the other side of the room, cupping the back of her ankles in his hands. He watched as her eyes filled with the need that only he could satiate, her breasts heaving on her chest with every uneven breath. He slowly ran his hot hands down the inside of her legs, parting them wider, caressing her swollen, smooth labia with his thumbs, opening her creamy folds so he could see every bit of her wet, pink flesh, her moans filling his ears. "You're already so wet for me and I haven't even tasted you yet," he grated out.

Madison moaned as he stripped her of her last remaining piece of clothing. She needed the feel of his hands on her body, the soft caress of his knowledgeable fingers in between her legs because only her stuffed teddy bear on her dresser knew how hard she tried to muffle her cries as she pleasured herself the past few weeks. But it was only his mouth that could slowly bring her to the edge and shove her over it just as quickly, only his fingers that could get her so wet that her juices ran freely from her, only his tongue that made her scream.

She stared up at him, her breasts heaving on her chest as she struggled to breathe, moaning and arching her hips as his thumbs glided all along her swollen flesh, never touching her where she needed him to, only parting her wider so he could see just how wet his demanding kisses made her, see her swollen clitoris as it slid out from under its protected hood as his thumbs pulled on her flesh, see how much she wanted him inside her. She watched as his eyes grew even darker. "Jacob..."

He knew what she wanted, and he wasn't going to give her that pleasure just yet. He bent his head and pressed a kiss to the top of her vulva, sliding his hands under her back to lift her higher, moving her closer to the middle of the bed as he crawled over her, straddling her thighs with his knees, the swollen glans of his cock slipping along her belly and leaving a heavy smear of precum on her skin. He slid his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head in his hand, gazing down into her baby blues before giving her a long, slow kiss, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, swallowing her moan as she arched against him, fisting her fingers into his hair.

He broke the kiss and pressed soft kisses along her cheek to the delicate shell of her ear, his voice soft when he spoke. "Right now, I'm going to take my leisurely time with you, babydoll, like I should have when you gave yourself to me for the first time," he whispered, caressing the length of her side with his hand, gliding over her stomach to dig his fingers into her hip, turning her over so she was stretched out on her stomach. He ran his hand up her back, gently brushing her hair back from her face, pressing his lips to her ear again. His words were hot, his promises sincere. "Then after you have recovered, I'm going to show you everything that it means to be mine and I'm not going to be gentle, either."

Madison gasped when he broke the kiss, whimpering when he gently rolled her over under him. She knew he would never hurt her, and she nodded her head as his words floated around in her brain, slowly registering as her need for him was elevated to an even higher level as she stretched out on her stomach under the security of his body. He was still her teacher, but now her education was strictly focused on the art of pleasure, hers and his and there was no way she was failing this highly detailed class. She moaned, curling her fingers into the sheet at the first touch of his mouth and tongue on the back of her neck in a soft, wet, open-mouth kiss.

She closed her eyes, savoring every kiss, every lick as his mouth and tongue didn't miss a single inch of her arms and shoulders, her neck or her back as he blazed a path down to the curve of her buttocks, his stubble lightly scratching, as his hands softly caressed what his lips and tongue had already paid homage to, his thumbs gliding along the indentation of her spine. Every soft caress of his lips, every hot slide of his tongue sent tingling sensations through her body, sensitizing every nerve down to her very core and she moaned even louder, slowly writhing under his touch.

She sucked in her breath when his teeth grazed over the fleshiest part of her ass cheek in a soft bite, only to expel it on a moan when his tongue and lips soothed her marked skin, fisting her fingers tighter into the sheet when he left another impression of his teeth on the other cheek, soothing it with a hot, wet kiss. Her moans turned to breathy cries as her breathing grew even heavier under the touch of his tongue as it darted along the inside crease of her thigh, his mouth nowhere near touching where she needed him, only the feel of his breath fanning her sopping wet flesh, the brush of his fingers along her swollen labia. She fisted her fingers tighter into the sheet as his mouth continued its path down the back of first one leg and then the other, intensifying her needs, her desire for him.

Jacob kissed her heel and gently rolled her over onto her back, gazing up at her flushed face and chest, a slow smile coming to his lips when she reached up with a trembling hand to brush her damp hair back from her face, slowly licking her parted lips. He had her breathing heavily, languishing in every touch of his lips, every hot slid of his tongue and he wasn't even through with her yet. He bent his head and pressed his mouth to her ankle, moving up her body as he slowly licked and kissed his way up to her knee, groaning against her soft skin as she instinctively bent her knee and dropped it wide from her body, giving him an open invitation to continue his delicious torment. He took his time, making sure he didn't miss a single inch, her breathy moans and cries filling his ears, only growing louder as the soft brush of his lips on her inner thigh turned to a hard, sucking kiss.

He heard her throaty moan as his tongue bathed the mark on her inner thigh, softly nipping at her skin, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her dripping pussy as her juices ran freely out of her to soak into his bed, and it took every last bit of willpower he had to keep from licking her there, moving back down to her other ankle and kissing and licking his way back up as her other leg fell open wide, giving her a matching mark on her other thigh. He brushed the sides of his thumbs along her swollen labia, hearing her strangled moans grow even louder, her hips arching and rolling under him as she tried to get his hands, his mouth where she wanted them, but he didn't give her the satisfaction. Instead, he pressed a hot, wet kiss to her vulva, being careful not to get his tongue where she needed it the most despite her fingers sliding into his hair, clenching hard with both hands, pushing, and hearing her moan turn to a breathy 'fuck' as her hips arched even harder against his mouth.

Madison moaned even louder, the sound catching in her throat when she felt his fingers, his hot breath fan her sopping wet flesh as he kissed and caressed her everywhere but where she needed him to, and she fisted her hands into his hair, arching and rolling her hips, trying to get his mouth were she wanted it, but he just kissed and licked a higher point on her pelvis. "Fuck," she whispered, too weak and delirious from his kisses to even flip him over to take what she wanted. And she wanted more of his sweet torture. She loosened her grip on his hair, sliding her fingers through his silky waves, her nails raking over his scalp as he pressed his open mouth to the soft skin between her belly button and her vulva, bathing her skin there with his tongue, her hooded gaze holding his darker one as he turned his eyes up to her. Her moans turning to heavy breathing as he circled the tip of his tongue around the small silver ball holding her navel ring in place, pushing the flower charm aside with his tongue to dip it into her belly button, before he kissed and licked his way up her toned, heaving midriff, settling his weight between her legs as he moved higher, his hands caressing where his mouth had already been.

She slid her fingers down the back of his neck, caressing, pulling him closer as he slowly drew the tip of his tongue up the curve of her heaving breast, moaning as he flicked his tongue over her hard nipple before pressing a hot, wet kiss right above her puckered areola. She sucked in her breath only to expel it on a moan as his tongue swirled around her other nipple, flicking over it before he pressed a hot wet kiss to the underside of her breast, kissing and licking all along the curve. She slid her fingers into his hair, hooking one leg over the back of his thigh and wrapping the other one around his waist as his hot mouth and tongue found her nipples again, licking and sucking upon the nubs of flesh in turn until they were achingly hard and jutting out from her heaving breasts as she struggled to breathe, gasping as he blew his breath across her tight nipples. "Jacob..." she moaned, fisting her fingers tighter into his hair as he flicked the tip of his tongue over turgid nipple before sucking it into his hot mouth.

Jacob let her nipple side out from the graze of his teeth, bathing it with his tongue before cupping her breast in his hand, drawing his thumb back and forth across her wet, well-suckled nipple as he kissed and licked the rest of the way up her chest to her neck, nuzzling, nipping at her shoulder, bathing the spot with his tongue. "Maddie," he whispered. He slid his fingers into her hair, cradling the back of her head in his hand as he pressed hot, wet open-mouth kisses to the other side of her neck, hearing her moans, feeling her heavy breathing as her breath fanned the side of his head, groaning as her nails dug into his shoulder and back as she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, arching hard against him. She was so responsive to his touch, so open to his desire to make her feel everything, and he wanted her to experience everything even if it took him a lifetime. "Mmm, babydoll, I love every inch of your perfect body," he rasped in her ear as he slowly, softly caressed her dewy skin, sliding his hand up and down her sleek thigh as it started to tremble under his touch. "And it's only mine to enjoy, mine to lick and kiss, mine to play with, mine to make love to, mine to fuck."

"Only yours," Madison moaned as his words sent a shiver through her body, wrapping her arms tighter around his shoulders, digging her nails into his hard muscles, still struggling to breathe as his words struck a chord down deep inside her. Who knew Mr. Hottie was the possessive kind, or maybe it was just with her. She could feel his cock, hot, heavy and throbbing against her abdomen, feel the slickness of his precum as it dripped down onto her skin as his own arousal threatened to consume him. He had licked and kissed every inch of her, except for one spot, the one place that made her lose all control, the one place that ached for the feel of his tongue. "You missed a spot," she whispered, panting for breath as his stubble abraded the side of her neck as he slowly shook his head, his murmurs of denial filling her ears. She moaned as his tongue and lips soothed the marks, caressing her skin as he kissed and nuzzled the side of her neck, making the ache grow even hotter, even more intense. She slid her feet up the back of his thighs, wrapping her legs around his narrow hips, arching hard against him. "You... you forgot... my pussy. You... didn't lick my... my clit. You always... Please... It hurts..." she struggled, begging him to ease the ache he had created between her legs.

Jacob raised his head, resting his weight on his forearms as he brushed her damp hair back from her face. She was so beautiful when she was like this, laying underneath him, flushed from head to toe, begging him for what she wanted. Her lips were parted as every slow, shallow breath escaped them, her hard nipples dragging against his chest with every labored breath. He had her so aroused, aching for only his touch that could ease her burning desires. He cupped the side of her face in his hand, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb, watching as her eyes started to flutter close then slowly open again, her gaze holding his. He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, to her parted lips, lifting his head and gazing into her eyes that were filled with so much desire, so much need. "Is that what you want, babydoll?" he whispered, caressing her cheek with the slow back and forth movement of his thumb. "Is that what you crave? My mouth on your sweet, dripping pussy, licking you, sucking on your clit until you cum in my mouth?" He bit back a groan as she slowly nodded her head, her teeth scraping across her bottom lip.

"All you had to do was say so." He lowered his head and closed his mouth over hers in a hot, hard kiss, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, swallowing her moan as she fisted her fingers into his hair, kissing him back with just as much heat, just as much desire, arching hard, plumping her breasts against his chest. He slowly softened the kiss, dragging his tongue across her bottom lip as he lifted his head, giving her one last soft kiss as he reached for a condom, sticking the corner of the packet between his teeth as his smoldering gaze held hers as he crawled back down her body, his hands caressing her skin as he nudged her legs wider apart, groaning as she dropped her knees to the bed, opening herself to him as her swollen labia glistened, her juices running out of her sopping wet folds and soaking into the bed, a large wet spot forming on the sheet under her rolling hips.

Fuck. She was more than ready for him. He sat on his heels between her legs, tore open the foil package with his teeth and took out the condom, rolling it down over his rock-hard cock before he settled in between her legs, kissing the softness of her inner thighs. He lowered his head, breathing in her intoxicating scent that nearly sent him into a frenzy, and gave her a long, slow lick from the opening of her dripping vagina to her slick and shiny distended clitoris, groaning as her muskiness exploded on his tongue, only to be drowned out by her loud cry that echoed through his bedroom.

Madison eagerly parted her legs even wider as he nudged her thighs apart, panting as she raised herself up on her forearms, curling her fingers into the sheet and watching as he tore open the foil packet with his teeth and took out the condom, flicking the wrapper to the floor. She unconsciously shifted her hips, grinding her ass on the bed in heated anticipation of feeling him buried deep inside of her, watching as he rolled the protective sheath down over the length of his throbbing cock, hating that she couldn't feel him bare inside her but loving the fact that he didn't have to fixate on that exact moment to pull out of her before he lost all control, knowing that was coming after he licked and sucked on her dripping pussy. She drew in several slow, shallow breaths, her gaze holding his as he shifted around, watching him as he lay down between her legs before lowering his head and pressing hot, wet kisses to the inside of her thighs, prolonging the sweet torture he was going to inflict on her.

If he spent as much time kissing and licking her there as his did with every inch of her body, she didn't know if she was going to survive. But she was willing to find out. She watched him as he started to feast on her, her teeth scraping across her bottom lip and her toes curling when she felt the push of his tongue into the opening of her vagina, moaning as the achingly slow slide of his tongue along her sopping folds gathered up her juices, her moan turning to a cry as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her sensitive clitoris, ending his delicious torture with a soft kiss against the top of her hood, his gaze holding hers the entire time, making every bit of it more erotic, more sensual, more mind-numbing. His name started to leave her lips, only to turn into a breathy 'fuck' as his hazel eyes started to fill with a burning desire she had never seen before right before he lowered his head again. She was going to die of pleasure. Oh, but what a way to go.

She dropped back down on the bed with a strangled moan, fisting her fingers tighter into the sheet as he slid his arm under her hips, curling his fingers around her hipbone to hold her steady, keeping her legs open with his broad shoulders as his tongue licked all along her wet folds, gathering up her juices as they trickled out of her, swirling around her swollen clit before licking and sucking on her folds again, teasing her, tormenting her, arousing her even more. She panted hard, her cries growing louder as she reached down and fisted her fingers in his hair, arching her hips, pressing her aching flesh hard against his mouth as he slowly brought her closer and closer to the edge until the burning ache turned to a white-hot need and still he wouldn't give her everything, just eased off and continued to torment her with his tongue again and again until a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her skin and she was deliriously out of her mind.

"Oh, God. I need to cum. Jacob... Please... Make me cum..." Her breathy pleas turned to a long-drawn-out cry that drowned out his groan, arching her hips as he licked back up her folds to swirl the tip of his tongue around her swollen clitoris before drawing it into his hot, wet mouth, thrumming it with his tongue, sucking. Her orgasm started to tighten inside her and she couldn't hold on any longer. She screamed, her hips pressing hard against his mouth as her juices flowed, as he finally let the pleasure release its hold on her and the sensations rolled through her petite body, her legs quivering hard against his shoulders.

Jacob tightened his hold on her hip, locking his mouth tight on her pussy as her hips started to buck and roll against his mouth, tasting her, feeling her get even wetter as his tongue drove her closer to the cusp, holding her there on the edge. He heard her begging for release, and he gave into her, flicking his tongue over her sensitive clitoris, sucking on it as her sweet, musky juices filled his mouth and caught in his stubble as every muscle in her body tensed as her orgasm surged through her. He slowly lifted his mouth from her swollen labia, flicking the tip of his tongue over her sensitive clit, gazing down at her shiny flesh. "That's it, babydoll, keep cumming," he softly urged as he slowly slid his middle and ring finger up and down her slick folds, gathering up her creamy juices. "Let me feel it," he grated out, slowly pushing his fingers inside her tight vagina, hearing her gasp turn to a moan. "Fuck," he groaned, as her hips arched and his fingers slid deeper, as she reflexively tightened her pelvic muscles around the invasion, holding him deep inside her as the last waves of her orgasm rolled through her.

He didn't let her come all the way down before he lowered his head. "Now give me another one," he said against her shiny folds before he flicked his tongue over her clit, sealing his lips around it. He drove her to the edge once again with his mouth and fingers, sucking on her wet flesh and sliding his fingers in and out of her tight hold before curling his fingers inside her and rubbing back and forth over her highly sensitive spot till she was struggling to breathe and her juices were starting to trickle out of her. When her grip tightened in his hair and her breathing became even more choppy, then and only then did he give her that final push over the edge, thrumming her clit faster with his tongue, rubbing a little harder with his fingers till only her heels and her shoulders were anchored to the bed as she arched high and hard against his mouth as he deliciously coerced a second, more powerful orgasm from her, his mouth noisily sucking and licking up as much of her outpouring of juices that he could as her mindless wails filled the bedroom.

Madison fisted her fingers in his hair, tugging hard, trying to lift his mouth off her hypersensitive clitoris as it throbbed against his tongue, even though she arched her hips hard under the pressure of his mouth, of his fingers as he rubbed that highly sensitive spot deep inside her, relentlessly sending her headfirst into the abyss of carnal pleasure. She cried out, her hips wrenching hard as her orgasm tightened every muscle in her body and her back arched up off the bed, her entire body quivering hard as his fingers dug deeper into the fleshy curve of her ass, holding her securely against his lapping tongue. He lowered her back down to the bed and her grip loosened in his hair, her hands slipping down to the bed next to her undulating hips as the last wave of her orgasm rippled through her, every one more powerful than the last, making her surrender everything to him.

She tried to say his name but only a weak whimper escaped her parted lips, her hooded gaze watching him as he slowly moved back up her quivering body only to fully open as his hot breath fanned her skin, as he slid his fingers into her sweaty hair and cradled the back of her head in his large palm before he lowered his mouth and closed it over hers, moaning as his tongue, heavily flavored with her juices, slid deep into her mouth in a tender, yet very possessive kiss, her own fingers sliding back into his sweaty hair as she wrapped her still quivering legs around his waist.

Jacob slowly broke the kiss, letting her bottom lip slide from the graze of his teeth as he pressed his forehead to hers, breathing in her slow exhales as he caught the tear of overwhelming physical release that slowly slid down the side of her face, his thumb as he brushed it over her flushed cheek, feeling every inch of her petite body quiver against his. He knew there would be no pain for her this time but there was nothing he could do about his own size. "Maddie, my Maddie," he whispered as he rested his weight on his forearm, flexing his fingers against the back of her head as he reached down with his other hand and pressed his sheathed cock down, slipping the swollen glans in between her sopping wet folds, hearing, feeling her moan as he gathered up her juices and smeared them around the top of the snug-fitting condom before pressing against her narrow opening that even his fingers had a hard time pushing through. "Let me have what's mine," he rasped, his breath hot against her ear.

She moaned at the feel of his sheathed cock as he slipped it in between her sopping wet folds, running it up and down her aching flesh as he gathered up her juices to ease his entry, his words fanning her lips, making the white-hot need that was already burning inside her turn even hotter, gasping when he pressed the swollen head against her dripping core. She didn't think she would ever get accustomed to his girth but the pleasure that she got from his cock, that was something she didn't know she craved so damn much. "Yours," she breathed.

"Lift those sweet hips, babydoll. I need to be inside you," he breathed, every word he spoke fanning her lips, igniting that deep burning desire inside her, inside him. He groaned when she moaned and wrapped her legs tighter around his hips, arching against him, begging him so eloquently with her body to take what he wanted. He held her head gently in his hand as he pushed forward with steady pressure, his thick, throbbing cock stretching her open, feeling her sudden intake of breath, the bite of her nails into his shoulders as he slid deep, groaning as her hot, wet walls closed tightly around him. "You feel so good, babydoll," he breathed as he eased his cock out of her only to slide back inside her welcoming body, pushing deeper than before. "So good and so tight."

She lifted her hips, sucking in her breath when he pushed deep into her in one smooth, steady stroke, stretching her open as the pleasure, oh God the pleasure rolled through her body as he filled every last inch of her with his hot, throbbing cock. She raked her nails up the back of his head, curling her fingers into his hair as she tightened herself around him, feeling, hearing his groan. "Jacob," she whispered, breathlessly against his lips, "your cock... so deep... so hard... inside me." When he started to move, she dug her nails into his back, clutching his hair tighter and locking her legs around him, a tiny whimper escaping her as he pulled out of her only to plunge back in, taking as much of him as she could. "Don't ever stop," she moaned, brushing her lips over his, kissing him as another long, slow thrust of his hips rocked her body down to her very soul.

He fisted his fingers in her hair, giving her a long, slow, deep kiss as he slowly eased his cock out of her tight, wet hold, thrusting back into her, swallowing her moan as he savored the feel of her tongue in his mouth as she kissed him back, the feel of his cock buried deep inside her as she tightened herself around him, caressing the length of her trembling thigh with his hot hand. He pressed soft kisses to her cheek, to her ear, nuzzling the side of her neck with his mouth, nipping at her skin as he slowly fucked her, taking his time like he never had with anyone else, only her. He groaned as she dug her fingers deeper into his sweaty back, as she slid her legs higher, her sleek thighs hugging his ribs as her moans turned to uneven breaths against his head as she surrendered wholly to her own pleasure, and he pulled further out of her with each retreat, sinking back in till she was taking every inch of him.

"You're so fuckin' wet," he breathed. He glided his hand down the length of her sweaty thigh to grip her hip, holding her tight against him as he slowly increased the tempo of his thrusts, feeling her tighten around him, feel her get even wetter as the sound of their bodies coming together grew even louder. "You're almost there aren't you, babydoll. Don't hold back," he rasped in her ear, his hot breath fanning her skin as he lifted her hips a little bit higher, thrusting deeper into her, his cock tugging on her wet walls. "Never hold back. Give me everything."

Madison moaned as his mouth suckled on the side of her neck, digging her fingers into the straining muscles of his back, his sweaty skin hot beneath her palms, his breath even hotter. Her moans turned to uneven breaths as every retreat of his thick cock tugged on her slick walls, every slow thrust back in sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, made her hard nipples rasp against his chest. She slid her legs higher, taking him deeper, clinging to him, his hot, encouraging words turning that slow build into a steady climb towards that pinnacle she didn't want to come down from, that edge she knew he was going to push her over several more times, as the need to surrender to him, to just let go, suddenly coalesced deep inside her, sending her higher.

"Oh God, Jacob... Don't stop... I'm..." she managed to say between each choppy breath right before she dug her nails in deeper, wrapped her legs tighter around his ribs, pressing her forehead against the strong column of his neck as, when he lifted her hips higher, thrusting into her faster, deeper, that white-hot need for release seized control over every part of her. And she cried out, her body tensing under him, quivering hard as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her body, her creamy juices gushing from her as her tight, wet walls pulsated around his throbbing cock, clinging to him as he slowed his steady thrusts, sliding in and out of her, letting her ride out every delicious surge of her orgasm. "Coming," she whimpered as the last of the blissful waves rolled through her, weaking her.

Jacob held himself deep inside her as her pulsations started to wane and she started to regain control over her breathing. He slowly loosened his hold on her hip, wrapping his arm around her waist as he cradled the back of her head in his other hand, swallowing her moan as he closed his mouth over hers in a long, slow kiss, rolling over and taking her with him, groaning as she kissed him back. He broke the kiss, only to give her another one, reaching up and pushing her sweaty hair back from one side of her face that had fallen around his head, curtaining them, pressing another kiss to her lips.

He cupped her flushed cheek in his hand, brushing his thumb back and forth over her cheekbone, gazing up into her baby blue eyes that were filled with so much burning desire, feeling every heavy exhale that fanned his face as she slowly recovered from her orgasm. "You need to learn how to ride me, babydoll, how to take your pleasure from my cock as I take pleasure in watching you, touching you." He dragged his thumb back and forth across the fullness of her bottom lip, giving her another long, slow and very thorough kiss. "Now sit up, get comfortable and just when you think you've had enough..." his voice trailed off as soon as she pushed herself up, his eyes holding hers.

"Okay," Madison whispered, nodding her head before she flattened her hands to his chest and raised herself up into a sitting position astride his hips. She adjusted her knees and hooked the tops of her feet over the top of his thighs, looking down at him through hooded eyes as she sat down fully on his hips, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as he slid just a little bit deeper into her hot, creamy depths, a tiny moan escaping her as another wave rolled through her. "I love the feel of your cock inside me," she whispered as she gazed deep into his hazel eyes that were dark with the desire that burned inside of him. "It's so thick." She watched as his eyes darkened even more as she ran her hands down his sweaty chest, her nails scratching his skin, her fingers gliding over his heaving abdomen. She slowly trailed her fingers up the length of her wide-spread thighs as she started to rock her hips back and forth, slowly grinding herself on his cock, moaning at the sensations that spiraled through her, at the fullness she felt from having him so deep inside her, as his large, hot hands stared to caress her thighs. "So good," she moaned, absolutely breathless.

She trailed her fingers higher, gliding her hands over her dewy skin to cradle the fullness of her breasts in her hands, catching her hard nipples in between her fingers as she pushed the swollen globes together, rocking a little faster, lifting herself up and slowly sliding back down, taking him deep into her creamy vagina, listening to the wet and highly erotic sound of their bodies as they came together. She let go of her breasts, trailing her hands higher to fist her fingers into her own hair as she started to find the perfect rhythm, sliding halfway up his cock and rolling her hips on the down slide, closing her eyes as she tipped her head back, a long, pleasure-filled moan escaping her parted lips. "Jacob," she moaned.

A low groan escaped him as she raked her nails down his chest, his gaze shifting from her face to her hands as she slowly caressed her own body, watching as she trailed her fingers up the length of her wide-spread thighs and taut abdomen, only to shift his gaze and focus on her creamy pink folds that were wrapped around his cock and her swollen, glistening clitoris that was begging for his touch, his gaze moving back to her hands as she took pleasure in her own body. He slid his hands up and down her thighs, his thumbs dipping between them and caressing her dewy skin as she started to rock, grinding herself down onto his cock, groaning as she tightened herself around every inch of him, watching as she cupped and squeezed her own breasts and nipples, making them harder between her fingers, his greedy gaze not missing anything.

He sucked in his breath when she started to ride him, his gaze shifting from her face as she tipped her head back, her sweet moans filling the room, to the creaminess of her folds as she raised herself off his cock and slid back down at just the right pace to bring herself the most pleasure, watching as more and more of her juices trickled out of her, running down his sheathed cock. Fuck, she looked beautiful riding him. He slid his hands up the middle of her sweaty body, gliding over her breasts, cupping them in his hands, tugging on her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, catching her hands with his when she brought hers down, lacing their fingers together as she started to move even faster. "That's it, babydoll. Ride me. Make yourself feel good."

Madison curled her fingers over the backs of his hands, her nails digging into his skin as she held onto him, gazing down at him as he stared up at her as she moved her hips faster. His breathing was just as heavy as hers, beads of sweat dotting his forehead and chest, that stubborn lock of hair curling against his wide brow, as he struggled to remain in control of his own desires as he let her find her own. And her own were starting to spiral through her again. Every slide of his cock turned that burning need into something much hotter, something much deeper and she squeezed his hands harder, pressing her palms firmly against his as he flexed the muscles in his arms to support her weight, her exertion, as she moved even faster, her torso rolling with every movement of her hips, as her orgasm started to tighten inside her. "Oh, God, Jacob... I'm gonna... again..."

She lifted herself further off him, taking him deeper with every slide back down, moaning as the pleasure, the need, made it harder for her to hold onto anything but him. Her gaze held his as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, riding him harder, faster, pushing herself closer to the edge that he brought her to so many times, only to let her lip pop free of her teeth, her breathy cries filling the room, his ears. And then she couldn't hold on any longer and she clenched her pelvic muscles, tightening herself around him, digging her nails deep into the backs of his hands, as she tipped her head back, his name tearing from her throat as her orgasm seized her hard, her entire body shaking.

"Fuck," Jacob swore under his breath, letting go of her hands to quickly sit up and wrap one strong arm around her jerking hips, shoving his other hand into the length of her sweaty hair, holding the back of her head as her petite body quivered against him, feeling every bit of her orgasm as it rolled through her body, her heavy, erratic breaths fanning his sweaty skin. He had every intention of going slow right up to the very end, but every moan, every cry, every pulse of her tight walls around him had him in such a frenzied state that he couldn't think anymore, that he only knew he needed one thing. Her. He fisted his fingers into her hair, tipping her head back as his mouth found hers, kissing her hard, his tongue delving deep into her mouth as he tightened his hold around her waist, shifting his weight until he had his knees under him and lowered her down to the bed, groaning in her mouth as she weakly wrapped her quivering legs around his waist and slid her fingers into his sweaty hair, kissing him back.

He rested his weight on his forearms as he broke the kiss, pressing his hot mouth against the side of her neck, tasting her sweaty skin, pulling his hips back and thrusting into her in a hard, deep stroke, hearing her moan turn to a blissful cry. "Maddie, I can't hold back any longer, I have to... I need to..." He thrust into her again, groaning as she dug her nails into his back, locking her legs behind him, lifting her hips to take his painfully throbbing cock as deep as she could. "Fuck, Maddie, I need you," he growled in her ear, his breath hot, his words scorching. He pulled back out of her until just his swollen glans was hovering at her entrance, thrusting home with a hard, deep stroke that rocked her body harder than he intended to, her strangled cry wrenching at him. He stared down at her, into her eyes that were filled with desire, his hot, uneven breaths fanning the sweaty tendrils that framed her face, his voice straining when he spoke. "Maddie..."

Madison blinked, focusing her gaze on the man that she never expected to fall in love with, the man that was buried so deep inside her that she didn't know where she ended and he began, the only man that was ever going to fuck her. She ran her fingers down the side of his face, her nails scratching his stubble, staring into those eyes that could make her heart skip a beat and make her panties wet in a room full of people. She moaned when he pulled out of her, her breath leaving her in a rush when he thrust back in even harder than before, tightening herself around him, holding him deep as she dug her fingers into the indentation of his spine, her hands clutching at the straining muscles in his back. "Don't hold back. Never hold back. Give me everything," she whispered, repeating his own hot, encouraging words, crying out as he did just that. She desperately clutched at his arms, her fingers digging into his triceps when he shifted his weight, kneeling between her legs only to grab hold of her ankles and push her legs higher against his chest, her heels resting on his shoulders. "Fuck," she cried out as he thrust even deeper, even harder into her, her eyes locking with his.

Every thrust of his thick cock inside her jarred her body, would have pushed her across the bed if he didn't have his hand curled around her shoulder, holding her securely under him, to the bed. She held onto him, her cries growing even louder as every hard thrust lifted her hips just enough so she could take him deeper, digging her nails into his arms as his swollen cock rubbed over that spot inside her with every stroke, his heavy scrotum slapping against her wet flesh, his chest heaving with every breath. And then that white-hot need that had been building inside her with every hard, mind-numbing thrust of his hips started to burn even hotter... "Oh, God, Jacob... don't stop... don't... I'm..." She lost her grip on him and she fisted her fingers tight into the sheet, as her orgasm, more powerful than the others, surged through her, shaking her petite body hard, her legs violently quivering against his chest as her juices gushed out around his cock, her long, drawn out cry growing louder and louder until she struggled to breathe as he slowed his deep thrusts, never once letting her fully come down from each physical tumult.

He looked down at her through hooded eyes, watching as her breasts that were dotted with beads of sweat bounced on her chest with every forward movement of his hips, and he hoisted her legs higher, thrusting into her harder, deeper, so deep that he thought he was hurting her but when she dug her nails into his arms, her broken pleas urging him on, her cries turning to erratic breaths, he knew she was getting nothing but pure pleasure. He felt her tighten around him as her orgasm started to strengthen inside of her and he thrust faster, harder, pushing her over that edge one final time as his own started to bear down on him hard, her words, her strangled cries catching in her throat. "Give it to me. All of it, babydoll. Before I take mine." He fisted his hands, bracing them on the mattress on either side of her ribs, rocking into her as her walls pulsed around his cock, her heavy gush of juices running down his scrotum as her loud cry turned to hard breaths. "That's it, babydoll. Everything," he urged as her legs quivered hard, her body shaking under his as she completely surrendered herself to him. Mind, body and soul.

He dropped his weight onto his forearms, pinning her legs between his chest and hers and caught her mouth with his, kissing her hard, swallowing her whimper when he thrust into her hard again and again, the erotic sound of their bodies coming together echoing through the room as his swollen, sheathed cock tugged on her sopping wet walls with every deep stroke. He groaned as his need to cum became unbearable and he tore his mouth away from hers, breathing hard, a trickle of sweat running down his brow, the side of his face to catch in his stubble, his dark gaze holding hers as her own heavy breaths fanned his face. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum. Hold on, babydoll... hold on," he grated out, his voice hoarse as she curled one hand around his tricep, the other one clutching at the back of his thigh, holding on the best she could as he thrust harder, deeper, hearing her whimpers.

She gasped when he dropped his weight on her, immobilizing her legs, digging her nails into his arms as he kissed her hard, whimpering as every powerful thrust of his cock filled her, rocking her body under his, pushing her towards yet another orgasm, swallowing his groan as he hung on the verge of his own orgasm. She stared up into his eyes, watching as they darkened even more, seeing herself in the pools of black rimmed with hazel, clutching at his arm, his thigh as his words, a mere warning that would never prepare her for what she was feeling, as his thrusts grew more intense as he strained to give himself to her. She whimpered, panting hard as he drove his cock deeper with every hard thrust, his own heavy breathing fanning her face. "Cum inside me," she panted, knowing she wasn't going to feel him filling her pussy like he did her mouth, but she urged him along anyway, "fill me up, give it all to me."

Her hot words incited him and he fisted his fingers into her hair, and with one final thrust, he drove his cock deep inside her, his hips jerking hard, a long, drawn-out groan escaping him as his own orgasm rolled through his body, and he kissed her, his mouth firm, his tongue unyielding, his hips surging against hers as he rode out his own orgasm, feeling every heavy spurt of semen coat the head of his sheathed cock, thankful that the condom didn't break. He lifted his mouth and pressed his sweaty forehead to hers, struggling to breathe as her tight, pulsing walls contracted around his twitching cock, milking every drop out of him. "Maddie..." he managed to say as she drained the last ounce of his strength from his weakening body.

She cried out as he thrust hard one last time, jarring her body, hearing his deep-rumbling groan, feeling his cock throbbing inside her as his hips jerked, and she shoved her fingers into his sweaty hair, kissing him back just as hard, just as deep, moaning as her tight walls pulsed around him as he gave everything to her. She pressed her forehead against his when he broke the kiss, feeling his heavy breathing, his strong body shaking against her legs, her own breathing just a labored. "Jacob..." she whispered, slowly closing her eyes as he weakly moved her legs out from under the weight of his chest, feeling him sink down onto her and she wrapped her arms around him, sliding her fingers into his sweaty hair and just holding onto him until his breathing returned to normal.

After what seemed like a lifetime, or just a few minutes, Jacob raised his weight off her, bracing himself up on one forearm and reached down with his other hand, holding onto the top of the condom as he slowly eased out of her, tugging on her tight yet slippery walls. He heard her whimper as he popped free of her creamy hold, her nails digging into his back as she held onto him even tighter and he flexed his other hand against the back of her head, pressing his lips to her ear. "Shh, give me a second, babydoll. I gotta get rid of the condom," he rasped, kissing her sweaty temple before pushing himself up and kneeling between her still trembling legs. He carefully tugged the condom off his slowly diminishing erection and tied a knot in it as he crawled away from her to drop it into the wastebasket that was sitting on the floor by the head of the bed.

Madison whimpered when he pulled free of her creamy depths, his still swollen cock tugging on her slick walls, feeling a sudden emptiness and she held onto him tighter, never wanting him to leave her. "Jacob," she whispered, as his soft words and even softer kiss quickly reassured her. She watched as he carefully pulled off the condom filled with his milky-white semen, as he moved away from her to dispose of it. She shifted her gaze from the taut, hard curve of his ass to his face as he turned around on the bed, crawling back down to her, bringing a pillow with him. She moaned as his hand caressed her weak, trembling body, her legs restlessly shifting as he pressed a soft kiss to her thigh, her hip as he stretched out beside her, arching weakly under his touch as his hand caressed her breast.

He grabbed one of the pillows and crawled back down to the foot of the bed to where she was laying, her sweaty hair partially hanging over the edge of the bed, her petite body glistening with sweat and flushed from her multiple orgasms, her breasts heaving on her chest. He tossed the pillow onto the bed and curled his large hand around the back of her ankle, slowly caressing the length of her leg as he moved up her body, hearing her weak moans as he pressed soft kisses to her salty skin, gliding his hand over her hip to flatten on her taut, concave abdomen, caressing her torso as he slowly stretched out beside her. He coasted his hand over her breast, his thumb flicking over her hard nipple, and up her chest to slide his fingers into her hair, closing his mouth over hers in a long, slow, deep kiss, swallowing her moan as he rolled over, pulling her on top of him.

She raked her fingers up the back of his head, curling her fingers into his hair, moaning as she slid her tongue deep into his mouth, kissing him back as she stretched out along the length of his body as he pulled her on top of him. One leg slowly slipped off his to rest on the bed as she settled her weight on his strong chest, feeling his slowly softening cock twitch against her lower abdomen. She moaned as he slowly broke the kiss, resting her head on his chest as he combed his fingers through her sweaty hair, slowly closing her eyes as his words rolled around inside her mind, as he caressed the length of her back with his other hand, gliding over the curve of her ass before slowly trailing his fingers up the length of her spine and back down.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and rested his head on the pillow, looking at her flushed cheeks and her hooded eyes as he brushed her hair back from her face, gathering up the length of her sweaty hair and draping it over the side of his chest, caressing her cheek as she rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel every steady beat of her heart against his chest, every slow, even breath she let back out as it fanned his sweaty skin. He slowly caressed the length of her back and the curve of her ass, a slow smile coming to his face as she sighed, sinking deeper into him. "Rest, babydoll, because I still have a lot to teach you and you're gonna need your strength."

Madison slowly smiled, knowing she had just received the best graduation present of all. Mr. Hottie.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Several hours later, Jacob helped her slowly sink into the bathtub that he had filled with hot water and Epsom salts, the lavender scent filling the master bathroom that was softly lit by the same scented candles that flickered on the counter and on the ledge behind the tub, along with the faint light that filtered through the sheer curtains on the closed French doors that divided off the bedroom. He stepped in behind her, bracing his hands on the edge of the tub, sliding his legs down on either side of her hips as he carefully sank down into the water as it rose dangerously close to the rim. "I've got you, babydoll," he whispered as he pulled her back against his chest, reaching up and combing her damp hair away from her face.

Madison sank down into the scented water, feeling every muscle in her body start to tense, feeling the slide of his legs along hers as he sank down into the bathtub behind her. She was flexible, years of karate and yoga stretched her muscles to their limits, but the second round of sex had been more intense, a lot rougher and he had her in positions she didn't know were even possible, had her using muscles she didn't know were capable of that much exertion. Her throat was sore from his cock, her ass was burning from his hand, and her wrists were slightly red from the silk tie he had wrapped a little too tight around her hands to keep them behind her back. And still she wanted more.

He pressed a soft kiss to her temple as a long, deep sigh slowly escaped her parted lips, watching as she closed her eyes under the caress of his hand on her abdomen, the glide of his fingers through her hair, feeling her tense up against him. "I know you're sore. Just relax, the water will help." He wrapped his arm around her lax body, holding her tight as the ache started to leave her sore muscles, wishing he could have given her the very same treatment after he had taken her virginity. But she was here with him now and he slowly smiled under the touch of her hand against his face as she turned her head into his neck, savoring every moment of the care he was going to enjoy giving her.

She let out a long sigh as he pulled her back against his solid chest, holding her securely with his strong arm around her ribs, not letting her slip any deeper into the tub as he gently combed her damp hair away from her face, soothing her with his words, with his hands, with the soft kiss of his lips. She reached up and touched the side of his face, feeling him slowly smile under her thumb, turning her forehead into the strong column of his neck and closing her eyes as she slowly relaxed even more, knowing this was the special care that he had been talking about, this was how he was going to treat her not just after rough, dominating sex but every chance he could, this was everything that came along with that one little word. Mine. And she wanted him even more than she did three weeks ago.

Jacob kept her head firmly tucked against his neck as he reached up and gently caressed first one arm and then the other, massaging her sore muscles, easing the tension from her arms with his fingers and hands, sliding his fingers between hers, seeing the fading marks on her wrists that were left behind from his tie, before kneading his way back up to her shoulder. He figured that she would have started crying or worse, struck him back when his hand came down hard on her bare ass in a sharp, stinging slap but when she moaned and writhed under him, even tightened herself around him, he gave her another matching handprint on the other cheek, and then watching her eyes light up as he stood in front of her with one of his ties stretched out between his hands, he knew she was meant to be his unlike... that mistake was out of his life for good.

After massaging her legs and letting her soak for a good ten minutes in the safe hold of his arms, he reached over and picked up the cup that sat on the ledge behind the tub and dipped it down into the water, urging her into a sitting position with a gentle nudge on her back and a kiss on her shoulder. "Sit up and put your head back, babydoll," he whispered, and when she sat up and tipped her head back, he slowly poured the water over her hair, making sure it was good and wet as he combed his fingers through the length of her long tresses.

He grabbed the bottle of shampoo and flipped open the cap with his thumb, squeezing a good dollop out into his palm, setting it back on the ledge before he rubbed his hands together, slowly massaging her scalp and the back of her neck, gathering up the length of her hair as he worked the shampoo through every last strand, a slow smile coming to his face when a deep moan escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his drawn-up knees, holding onto him as his fingers eased every last bit of the stiffness from her overworked body.

Madison sat up, some of the water sloshing over the side of the tub, and she tipped her head back, closing her eyes at the feel of the hot water being poured over her head, followed by the soothing caress of his fingers as they slid back into her hair, feeling the last of the tension slowly leave her body. She moaned, savoring the feel of his strong fingers massaging her scalp and neck as he gently washed her hair, wrapping her arms around his drawn-up knees, her fingers curling into the back of his calves, as she arched her back, tipping her head back as his hands worked their magic.

"Mmm. That feels so good," she whispered, hanging onto his legs tighter, fearing she was going to slip further down into the tub from the relaxing massage of his fingers. She opened her eyes and stared at the flickers of light as the shadows danced on the wall, wondering just how she was going to ask him about his own feelings after she had opened herself up to him, after they had shared so much. But she wouldn't be here with him if he had the least bit of a problem. "Does it bother you that I have a black belt?" she asked.

Jacob dipped his hand into the water, washing it off and reached up, catching the bubbles that started to slide down her forehead with his fingers, sliding his hand back into her sudsy hair, continuing with his gentle massaging. That was the last question he ever expected to hear out of her, but he could see where she was coming from, too. The male was supposed to protect the female in the relationship and keep her safe, and any other man would probably be bothered by a woman being stronger than them in that sense, but he wasn't like other men, he would be right there with her helping her train even harder, he just hadn't told her yet.

And that was among one of her qualities he found the most attractive, that she was strong-willed, wouldn't take shit off anyone and looked beautiful doing it at the same time, all wrapped up in a five-foot-five-inch package that had hours ago completely put her trust in him and let him bind her hands, taking away one of her means of defense. "Why would it bother me, Maddie? I know that if another man even tried to touch you, you would break more than just his hand, which is minor in comparison to what I would do to him," he reassured her, piling all her sudsy hair on top of her head as his fingers started to work on the forgotten muscles of her shoulders. "I only heard about what you did to that kid in the hallway, and he deserved it."

"Mmm, right there," she moaned, leaning into the gentle pressure of his fingers. He was right, she would do exactly that. She never knew which teachers had seen her defend herself her second year in high school, she only knew that a few of them treated her a little different, but he was never one of them. "My dad grew up with three brothers and I think he was terrified when I was born, he had no idea how to raise a girl, didn't really know how delicate they are. But he got me and I'm no delicate little flower. I thought it was cool that he could break boards with his hands and feet and I wanted to be just like him, so he started training me in karate as soon as I turned five, that was our time together as father and daughter. My mom thought I would get tired of it after a few months and was going to put me in ballet instead, but she quickly realized that I was rather headstrong like my dad, and I would never be her tutu wearing little princess. I always hated the frilly dresses she tried to put me in when I was younger, but I never told her that."

Her wince turned to a moan when his fingers found a tight spot and he started working it out. "I still have two years of training before I can get my first Dan." She sighed as his soapy hands slid down her back, his fingers digging into her tense muscles on the way back up, working each small section in turn before sliding back into her sudsy hair, gently massaging, making her forget just what she was talking about. "You're the only one that calls me Maddie, not even anyone in my family. Just you. And every time you call me babydoll, I get this ache between my legs that just hurts, but in a good way."

A low groan escaped him as her words slowly worked their way through his mind that was still focused on taking care of her, sliding his fingers back into her sudsy hair, leaning forward and turning her head so he could see into her eyes, pressing a soft kiss to her lips that slowly turned to a much deeper one, his tongue sliding over hers, delving deep into her mouth before retreating, lifting his mouth from hers, giving her another soft kiss as his eyes took in every part of her face. "You, babydoll, will never be a delicate little flower, but you do come all undone when I kiss the side of your neck and suck on your clit. You look even more beautiful when you wear a dress, but then I'm a man and I'd rather see you wearing them all the time but I'm not going to demand that you do, I'd rather you be comfortable, but you are going to have to wear one if I take you out to a nice restaurant. And I'll always take care of that ache for you," he whispered, that slow, cocky smile coming to his face. "Now head back again and close your eyes, " he told her, dipping the cup into the water again, slowly pouring it over her head, blocking the suds from running down her forehead with his hand, slicking her hair back from her face as he rinsed the shampoo from her hair.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he pulled her back against his chest again, wrapping his arms around her, cupping one breast in his hand as he slowly drew his thumb back and forth over her nipple, his other hand softly caressing her taut, toned abdomen, his finger brushing over her belly button piercing. He pressed his lips to her temple as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Guess I better explain a few things to you, too. I like my privacy and I don't share my personal life with everyone. No one at the school knows, hell, I don't think anyone up here in the estates know either, we all just keep to ourselves," he said, looking down at her as she sank back deeper against him, wrapping her arm around his that was tucked under her breasts, her hand resting on his as his fingers played with her hard nipple under the water. "I was the spoiled rich kid. Or as my grandfather always said, he was rich, I just lived a lavish lifestyle at his expense.

"I was raised by my mom and my grandparents in the suburbs of Portland. I never really knew who my dad was, he stopped coming around after my fifth birthday, and the last I heard, he's married to his fourth wife. I have an older half-brother that I'm in contact with, but I don't know if I have any younger siblings. Anyway, being the spoiled, lazy, good-for-nothing punk ass kid that my gramps said I was, he was a hard-ass that cut me off when I graduated high school, told me to grow up, get a job and make something of myself before I turned twenty-five or he wasn't giving me access to my trust fund. So, with no money, no car, and no real desire to get an actual job, I joined the military instead. I was never supposed to see combat, but the Corps don't play those games and I got sent overseas during a major conflict. The other guys kept me out of harm's way the best they could, but I still got shot and got out after my four years were up."

He looked down at her, waiting for some kind of response but when she didn't say anything, he continued. "When I came home, my grandfather took one look at me, scoffed and said that still wasn't good enough, that I still hadn't proved anything. I didn't really care about his money anymore after that. I needed a job and I sure as hell wasn't going to work for him, so I went to college on the GI Bill, majored in English, got my teaching license and moved far away from him. I guess he figured I finally proved myself to him and he released my trust fund and twenty-four percent controlling stock in his engine company to me three years ago, which was when I moved in here. And then I made the mistake of getting engaged to that-- Well, you already know about that. When she found out last year that my money is all locked away in trusts and foundations, that she would have to sign a prenup and would never be allowed to have direct access to anything other than my salary from the school, that was pretty much when things started to go downhill. I was nice enough to let her keep the ring as a parting gift, but I bought her car through a trust so legally it was mine and I called it in as stolen. Wish I could have seen the look on her face when the Mercedes was towed away from the TV station."

Madison listened as he talked, holding his hand against her breast as she slowly drew lazy circles on the inside of his drawn-up knee that was sticking up out of the water with her other hand. She couldn't imagine how hard it was for him not having his own father in his life for over twenty-five years, she hated the five months she had to be away from her own, but at least he had his grandfather, even if the older man was a hard-ass, much like he perceived to be around the school. And the last thing she expected was for him to be wealthy, which explained the huge house and the ninety-thousand-dollar luxury car sitting in the driveway. No wonder he risked his job to be with her, he didn't really need it. She should have known that he had money just from the way he was always impeccably dressed and groomed but she just figured that was instilled in him from his time in the military, not from growing up choking on a silver spoon. Or that he had enough money to pay for a powerful lawyer.

She moved out of his arms and turned around between his legs, sliding backwards to rest her back on the other end of the tub, moving herself far enough away from him as she crossed her arms over her breasts and pressed her thighs together, resting her drawn-up knees on the inside of the tub. The only man she had given herself to, the man that had brought her so much pleasure was now bringing her nothing but pain and heartache. She glared at him in anger across the dimly lit space between them, into his hazel eyes that suddenly went dark with misunderstanding. "What about my father?" she demanded. "Did you pay for another lawyer to reopen his case after I told you we were trying for an appeal? That I lost all my money for college when my mom had to pay all the legal fees. How could you do that to me? I trusted you when I told you all of that, Jacob. You said nothing would ever leave your classroom. Why? Why would you do such a thing?" She reached up and wipe a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand, glaring at him through blurry eyes.

Fuck, Jacob swore to himself as he dropped his arms down onto the edge of the tub, curling his fingers into fists, looking at her as she moved away from him. That was the last thing he ever wanted her to think, that he wanted to buy her affection, that she owed him for what he could easily pay for that her family couldn't. "Because you-- Because I--" He reached out to touch her knee, dropping his hand back down to the tub when she recoiled, drawing her legs up even closer to her body, withdrawing from him, physically and emotionally. He slowly shook his head. "No, Maddie, that took a powerful attorney at the state level to investigate your dad's case, to investigate the judge that wrongfully convicted him, and they can't be hired by the public. My half-brother is an assistant attorney general, and I called him last month asking if he was working on any appeal cases in the area, to dig a little deeper into any cases that might have corrupt judges and he said he would do what he could. I never told him your father's name, I would never betray your trust like that, I only arranged transportation for your father to get him to the high school in time to see you graduate."

He reached up to touch her knee again and when she didn't recoil from him this time, he dropped his hands under the water to curl them around her ankles, pulling her back to him as water sloshed over the sides of the tub, setting her feet behind his hips and tucking her knees along his ribs. He slid his hands up her legs and her body to cup her face in both of his hands, looking deep into her eyes, wiping away the tear that slowly rolled down the side of her cheek with his thumb. "You can always trust me, no matter what. I care too much about you to ever hurt you, Maddie, and I didn't want you to be apart from your father who was only protecting his family, who loves you, who is and always will be a necessary part of your life. Unlike mine that was never there for anything."

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, caressing her cheek with the side of his thumb as he gazed into her eyes, smoothing back her hair with his other hand. "And if I ever buy you anything, it's never going to be your affection, it's because you deserve to be spoiled, to be treated better and with more care than anyone else. And I'm going to love taking such good care of you, babydoll. And now that we have our first fight out of the way, there better not be any more anytime soon, because the next one will end with you having a red ass and a sore throat." He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead when she gasped. "The water has gotten cold; we better get out and get rinsed off."

Madison felt her heart slam in her chest at the mere thoughts his words evoked. All she wanted was an A in English, and instead she got Mr. Hottie and a whole lot more than she bargained for, and she wouldn't change it for anything. She was just happy that her martial arts training wasn't a turn off for him, that he wasn't emasculated by the thought that she didn't need him to come to her defense, and even better yet, he had called her beautiful. Twice, well three times but she wasn't counting the time that he wasn't looking at her face. "This was much easier when I thought you were just a teacher," she whispered, watching as that slow, cocky smile started to turn up the corner of his mouth.

She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, watching as the salty, soothing water ran off his body as he stood up in front of her, slowly trailing her finger down the length of his thigh before he carefully stepped over the edge of the tub and down the two steps. "But this might just be a little bit better." She rested her crossed arms on the edge of the tub, bracing her chin on her arm, watching him in the flickering candlelight, taking in every inch of his naked backside as he padded the short distance to the shower, opening the glass door and reaching in to turn on the water, letting it run until steam was once again filling the bathroom.

She unconsciously licked her lips when he turned around, slowly let her gaze slide up his muscled legs to rest on the length of his flaccid cock, watching as it bounced and swayed with every step, slowly raising her gaze to his cocky smile as he stopped next to the tub, not the least bit embarrassed when she got caught staring at that one part of his body for a second time. She grabbed hold of his arms as he hoisted her up out of the tub to sit on the edge, holding onto him for support as she swung her legs over the side and entwined their fingers for a better grip as she slowly stood up, testing the muscles in her legs that were still a tad bit sore, but not enough that she couldn't keep her balance, sinking her feet into the plush bathmat.

She held onto his hand, keeping a firm hold as he led her over to the shower, stepping under the hot, powerful spray in front of him, leaning back against his chest for support as he bathed her for a second time, his soapy hands caressing every inch of her body, his lips not too far behind as the fragrant suds were washed away with the water. When all the soap was rinsed from her skin, she looked up into his eyes, slowly smiling as she took the softly scented bar from his hand and returned the favor, not missing a single inch of his body with her hands or lips, hearing his deep, rumbling groans.

Jacob pressed a soft kiss to her lips as he reached around her to shut off the water and grabbed one of the plush towels he had flung over the shower door, wrapping it around his hips and securing the end before grabbing the second one, wrapping it around her wet body and tucking the end in between her breasts. He stepped out of the shower, holding her hand as she followed behind him, picking up the towel on the closed toilet lid, sitting down and pulling up the bottom of her towel so she could sit down astride his thigh easier. He shook out the towel and wrapped it around her hair, squeezing out the excess water a small section at a time until her hair was just damp to finish drying on its own, tossing the wet towel towards the shower to land on the tile floor. It was well after midnight and he should have sent her home hours ago. "I always hate having to send you home after we have sex, but sacrifices have to be made," he said, his voice taking on a somber tone as he reached around her to pull open the small, narrow drawer under the end of the counter, taking out one of his wide-toothed combs.

He slowly combed her damp hair, detangling what he had tried so hard not to get knotted up, prolonging the extra bit of aftercare before she had to leave him for the night, wondering if having a relationship with her really was the best idea. But he wanted her in his life despite their age difference, even though he had still been her teacher when he took her innocence away from her. And she didn't seem to be running the other direction, either. She didn't have to come over to his house tonight, she could have called it quits right then and there after graduation and he wouldn't have thought any less of her, but here she was, perched on his knee, finding out just how much effort he put in to taking care of her, making her feel loved and adored. When her hair was free of all tangles and laid in a nice, smooth curtain down to the middle of her back, he dropped the comb into the drawer and pressed a soft kiss to the curve of her wet shoulder, caressing the length of her arms. "Do you want a ponytail or a braid?"

Madison clasped her hands in her lap as she balanced her weight on one of his strong thighs, closing her eyes as he once again took the time to fix her hair, his fingers running through what the comb detangled. She could hear his tone change, hear the same slight sadness that was there the past two times he had to make her presentable before sending her on her way, never getting to spend more than a few hours with her, never getting to hold her while she slept. But now that she had graduated, she didn't have a curfew, didn't have to worry about rushing home, and especially tonight, now that her parents were back together, she didn't have to be home at all, just had to go back to her friend's house and crash there, and he wasn't expecting her at all. And she wasn't going take any more of her and Jacob's time together away from him. She reached up and gathered up her hair, pulling it over her shoulder as she turned around on his leg, tucking hers between his. She wrapped one arm around his broad shoulders and reached up, combing her fingers through the length of his damp wavy hair, gazing into his eyes as she slowly smiled. "Neither," she whispered, "you like it loose. And I love your fingers in my hair. My dad is home after five months, believe me when I say my parents don't want me home any time soon."

Jacob slowly smiled, reaching up and brushing a damp lock of hair back from her face. He had a tough time making it through three weeks without touching her, he couldn't imagine five months. "Then I better get you something to wear for the rest of the night," he said, moving her off his lap so he could stand up, depositing her down on the closed lid of the toilet, dropping the towel from around his waist as he walked away from her. He padded across the tile floor, opening the doors to the bedroom and came back in a few minutes later wearing his glasses and a pair of black silk pajama pants that were tied low around his narrow hips and unfolding the matching top for her. He chuckled when she looked up at him and instinctively stretched her arms up and he pulled the buttery soft silk down her arms and over her head, tugging her towel loose so the shirt could easily glide down her body, watching as her nipples instantly hardened beneath the caress of the material.

He pulled her hair free of the neckline and cupped her chin in his hand, tipping her head back so he could see into her eyes that were gazing up at him with so much desire. "Don't get use to me dressing you, babydoll, you're still capable of that. But undressing you... mmm, I'll gladly do that every single day," he rasped, before lowering his head and giving her a slow, deep kiss. He lifted his mouth from hers, brushing his thumb back and forth across the fullness of her wet bottom lip. "Now go downstairs and make yourself comfortable. The flatscreen is in the family room off the kitchen. Find us a movie to watch while I clean up in here. And don't get lost."

"Okay," Madison said, nodding her head. She stood up and walked past him, smiling over her shoulder at him when he gave her ass a playful swat, walking just a tad bit faster as she padded across the bathroom and into the bedroom, finding her bright yellow thong where it had landed in the middle of the floor, picking it up and setting it on the short, narrow dresser that sat against the wall. She walked out to the landing between the master bedroom, one of the other bedrooms and the railing that guarded the open family room on the main floor, the entire area illuminated by the chandelier that hung from the ceiling in the middle of the rotunda. His house was too big for one person, but he was used to living the grandiose life and this house, large in comparison to the rest of the ones in the gated community, was probably half the size of what he grew up in.

She slowly walked down the stairs that circled around half of the rotunda and padded across the wood floor to the open family room, nook and kitchen. She started to walk around the couch to sit down in front of the flatscreen that took up a majority of the wall when the outside lights from the open French doors in the nook caught her attention. She stepped out onto the covered back porch that had its own cooking area and stone fireplace, sliding her fingers across the top of the chair as she walked across the brick floor in her bare feet, stepping down onto the smooth stone walkway in the xeriscape back yard, and slowly walked down the short path to the four-foot-high wrought iron fence that bordered all along the back of the property, marking off his lot from the other two houses on either side of the slope.

She rested her hands on the top of the fence and looked out into the night, at the lights from the houses that were scattered across the west side of town, the lights to the two wineries in the distance, one of which she had left after her graduation party, to the hills in the distance that surrounded the town and the mountains that the sun dropped down over every evening, listening to the cricket's nightly serenade. She could just imagine what the view looked like in the fall when all the leaves started to change, or the peacefulness of the snowy landscape last winter.

There were no other houses blocking the view, his house sat right on the top of the hill, the jagged rocks on the other side of the fence reenforcing the drop to the field below. She could hear the trucks as they went up and then down the steep hill on the interstate a half mile away but other than that it was peaceful at his house, unlike the street that she lived on directly across from the grade school. She drew in a deep breath and slowly let it back out, jumping slightly when she felt the brush of Jacob's strong body against hers as he stepped up behind her.

Jacob finished straightening up the bathroom and shut the light off, padding out into his bedroom, and hurrying down the stairs to find Madison. When she wasn't in the family room or in the kitchen, he peeked out the open doors to his patio and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her walk down the stone path to the fence that encircled his property. The view he had from his backyard was nothing short of amazing, but tonight it was just a little bit more breathtaking as she braced her hands on the railing, bending her knee as she rocked the ball of her foot from side to side as she stared out across the valley between his house and the mountains in the distance.

There was a slight breeze and it picked up several strands of her hair, blowing it across her face and he watched as she reached up and gathered up her hair, pulling it over her opposite shoulder and dropping her hand back down to the rail again. But that wasn't what got his attention the most, it was the way the silk of his shirt molded itself to the curve of her ass and thigh, clinging and caressing her soft skin, and since he could only see her back, he could only imagine how hard her nipples were under the fluttering of the soft material.

He pushed away from the door jamb and walked across the patio in his bare feet, stepping down onto the path and following it down to where she was standing, stepping up behind her, startling her a little bit as his chest brushed against her back and his arm along hers as he braced his hand on the railing next to hers. He reached up with his other hand and slowly drew the back of his crooked finger along the length of her neck, gliding his fingers along the buttery-soft material over her chest to brush over her hard nipple that distended the silk, biting back a groan as she shifted her weight, pressing herself back against his body, trailing his hand lower and flattening his hand to her abdomen, pulling her back a little bit harder so his flaccid cock was wedged between the cheeks of her ass, the two layers of silk the only thing separating them.

It was almost one in the morning, and everyone was asleep except them. Even though the only house that was angled enough to have a view into his back yard didn't have a high enough window on that side, and the so called view was blocked by the tree on the corner of his property, giving him complete privacy, not that he engaged in sexual activities outside of his house, he just liked knowing they wouldn't see any foreplay he might participate in, especially with her. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, looking out at the lights that dotted the valley, his fingers softly caressing her stomach. "You like the view from up here?" he whispered.

Madison nodded her head against his chest as she stared out into the night, feeling the breeze blow over her exposed skin, feeling the heat of his body against hers, the solid ridge of his cock against her buttocks. She closed her eyes as he reached up with his hand and caught the short strand of hair that blew across her forehead, brushing it aside, hoping he wouldn't feel the tension that started to tighten inside her. She was starting to have second thoughts, even thirds, about everything but it all came back down to how he treated her, how he made her feel, and that really was the only thing that mattered.

Maybe having sex with him to get a passing grade wasn't the smartest thing she had done but then she wouldn't be here with him if she hadn't, and she could have called it quits right after graduation, forgotten about him entirely and just moved on with her life, but nope, she was standing in his back yard, wearing his silk pajama shirt and still slightly sore between her legs. And that was the best decision she could have ever made. She opened her eyes, staring back out across the valley, drawing in a deep breath and slowly letting it back out, still questioning everything. "What are we doing, Jacob? I'm eighteen. You're thirty, thirty-one? Don't get me wrong, I want you, I want this, I wouldn't be here if I didn't, I just-- I just graduated, I still have plans for college, I have training--"

Jacob let out a long breath, questioning his own actions the past two months. None of this ever would have happened if he hadn't have kissed her out of anger that day, she never would have walked back into his classroom to barter for her grade and he never would have spent all that time just staring at her while she sat at her desk, he would have just gone on treating her no different than he did any of his other students. But no, one thing led to another and now here she was of her own free will, standing in his back yard wearing just his pajama shirt after he had fucked her senseless. And he didn't want her to come to her senses anytime soon and leave, not when he could give her everything she desired, but he had a feeling that she was staying, no matter what.

"Maybe we should have waited," he said, kissing the top of her head again. He reached up and cupped the side of her face in his hand, slowly turning her around. He looked down into her eyes that were filled with apprehension as she braced her hands on the railing behind her, leaning back so she could look up at him. He brushed her hair back from her face with his other hand, softly caressing her cheek with the side of his thumb. "But I want this, too. I've wanted you from the first moment I kissed you. I'm not going to stop you from achieving anything, I'll support you all the way. I'll even help you train. I didn't let you fail school and I'm not going to let you fall behind anywhere else. Our age difference will only be a problem if we make it one. It's late, Maddie, let's just go to bed and we'll talk about it more in the morning."

She looked up into those hazel eyes that no longer had her questioning anything, only had her wanting to stay with him no matter what challenges they would face, especially with their age differences. "Okay," she whispered, biting back the moan that started to escape her when she felt the hot slide of his hand down her back through the silk as he cupped her ass cheek in his hand, pulling her tighter against him. She let go of the railing to stand on the balls of her feet and reached up, twinging her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers into his wavy hair when he bent his head to kiss her, moaning and arching against him as his soft kiss turned much deeper, his tongue sliding hotly along hers to delve deep into her mouth. She drew the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip when he broke the kiss, smiling up at him as he took hold of her hand, entwining their fingers together as she followed him back into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom, only stopping long enough to shut off all the lights and set his alarm system.

Jacob pulled up the sheet and one blanket, leaving the rest of the bedding piled on the floor as he slid into bed beside Madison, reaching over and shutting off the bedside lamp, casting the room into shadowy darkness from the faint light filtering in through the curtains. He never got to hold her for more than just a few hours at a time but now he had all night, and he had no plans on letting her go until morning. "Come here, babydoll," he said, reaching for her in the darkness only to groan when he felt more than just her thigh slide over his as she climbed on top of him, her hand sliding up his chest to curl around his shoulder.

"Okay, that works, too," he chuckled as she settled her weight on top of him, straddling his thigh with both of hers as she snuggled down, resting her head on his chest as she wrapped her arm around him. He pulled the blanket up over her backside and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the tips of his fingers caressing her back as he combed his fingers through her hair, draping his other hand over her waist and resting his hand on the curve of her ass, giving it a light squeeze. "Comfy?" he whispered against her head.

Madison crawled on top of him the second he told her to come closer, sliding one thigh all the way across his as she dropped the other one between his legs, feeling his cock pressing against her thigh as she snuggled down on his strong body, curling her hand along his ribs as she rested her head on his chest. She smiled in the darkness when he chuckled, feeling his chest shake under her and she closed her eyes as his fingers slowly caressed her back, feeling the heat of his body through the thin layer of silk. She never wanted to leave his arms, she wanted to stay here with him, just like this. "Mmm, very," she whispered, closing her eyes as his hand rested on the full curve of her buttock, holding her to his chest, to his body, listening to the beat of his heart as she drifted off to sleep.

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Jacob woke before his alarm went off and he reached over, shutting it off before it could ever wake Madison from her sound sleep. She was still sprawled across him, only most of her body was tucked along his side and her arm and leg were flung over his chest and thighs, some of her hair tangled in his stubble, the rest strewn across her face and his chest. He never allowed himself the pleasure of sleeping in, even on the weekends he was up before six, and looking down at her sleeping peacefully beside him, he was beginning to rethink his morning routine.

The blanket had been lost sometime during the night and his pajama shirt that she was wearing had crept up her body, giving him a clear view of her sleek thigh and the curve of her bare ass, tempting him more and more. He could burn the same number of calories, do just as much cardio fucking her as he could running the six miles he did four times a week, and as much more enjoyable as that sounded, she was probably still sore and he carefully slid out from under the weight of her arm and leg instead, getting out of bed and padding into the bathroom.

He pulled on a T-shirt and stopped in the doorway of his walk-in closet, watching her sleep as he braced first one foot on the door jamb and then the other, tying his running shoes in the darkness of the bedroom. The morning sun was starting to come up, but it never reached his bedroom until mid-morning when the rest of the sky was lit, allowing her the pleasure of waking with the sunlight streaming in through the windows, still not believing that she was sleeping in his bed. He dropped his foot to the carpet and reached around to his dresser that sat along the wall in the closet, grabbing the bag that he had stashed away out of sight and walked out into the bedroom, setting the bag down on the short narrow dresser against the wall.

He left her a note, folding the piece of paper in half and setting it on the nightstand before bracing his hand on the headboard and bending down to softly brush his lips over her forehead, holding his breath, making sure he hadn't awakened her. When she didn't stir, he pushed away from the bed and walked out of the bedroom, taking the stairs two at a time as he hurried down to the main floor and into the kitchen. He grabbed two protein shakes from the refrigerator and a banana from the basket on the counter, tanking up on his energy before strapping his phone to his arm and adjusting the earbuds around his ears, heading out the door to embrace the morning sun before the rest of the town got up, only stopping long enough to listen for any movement upstairs.

He pulled the front door closed behind him and rested his hand on the corner stone pillar on the front landing, stretching his leg muscles before his morning run, looking over at the mountain range on the east side of town and the faint rays of light that started to fill the sky. He always ran east first, enjoying the sunrise for the first three miles before turning around when he reached the quiet stillness of the middle of town, making it back to his house as the rest of the residents started to get up. He hit the shuffle button on his music app and when the first of the fast tempo songs started to play in his ears, he jogged down the hill until his got to flatter ground, setting a steady pace as he ran down the road through the housing community, along the path that went around the exit gate and onto the main road, watching as the sun came up, focusing his attention on the road even though his thoughts were on Madison and just what her parents were going to think about their relationship, increasing his pace, running harder than he had since he was in the military. It wasn't her mom that he was worried about, it was her dad.

After everything that she had told him last night, it was clear that she had an unbreakable bond with her father, that she was a daddy's girl and probably had him wrapped around her little finger even if he could knock down a tree with one kick. Maybe he should just keep running and not stop until he was far, far away, but that never worked out for him in the past and he had lost touch with the only father figure he knew, and he wasn't going to do that to Madison. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and just ran, clearing his head before turning around when he reached the park and running back to her, feeling his heart pounding in his chest harder than it ever did when he powered through cardio, knowing it had everything to do with her. His Maddie.

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Madison rolled closer to the edge of the bed, feeling the coolness of the sheet where Jacob had been laying and opened her eyes, her gaze focusing on the piece of paper that was tented in front of the pile of condoms that were still on the nightstand, Babydoll scrawled across the front flap in his bold, legible handwriting. She reached over and picked it up, flipping it open with her finger, reading what was scrawled on the inside: Went for my morning run. Be back by seven. We'll go out for breakfast. J. She folded the piece of paper back up and sat it on the nightstand, reaching past his glasses that he hadn't put on and picked up his watch, looking at the time.

It was six-thirty-five and as much as she tried to go back to sleep, she couldn't, she had been awakened when he slid out from under her, even more so by the soft brush of his lips on her forehead and the emptiness of the bed as he left her. Even though she had never slept in the same bed with someone before, never had someone holding her all through the night, the sudden loneliness she felt when he left kept her awake, waiting, longing for him to come back to bed with her, but he didn't, he went for a morning run instead. She sat his watch back down and slid out of bed, pulling off his silk pajama shirt as she padded into the bathroom, her muscles no longer sore but her body aching for his touch again.

She pulled all her hair to the side, braiding it into a single thick plait and securing the end with a band she had found in the bathroom drawer, walking naked back out into the bedroom. She had no idea how he expected her to go out to breakfast with him when the only clothes that she had was the dress that she had worn yesterday when she came to his house, and it was better suited for a dinner date than a breakfast date. She would just have to cook him breakfast instead.

She stepped into his closet in hopes of finding something to wear, slowly dragging her fingers over the sleeves of his shirts that were hanging neatly in the closet by color, no white, just black, navy blue, charcoal gray and burgundy and his pants in the same color, minus the burgundy. Nothing bright for him, just dark, monochromatic colors that he looked sexy as hell wearing. She tugged one of the blue shirts off the hanger and pulled it on, slipping only the third and fourth buttons through their holes, leaving the rest undone, the curved tails brushing her knees. She stepped out of the closet, rolling the sleeves up to her elbows when she spotted the medium-sized two-tone pink striped bag sitting on the low dresser by the wall.

Madison saw the folded card tented over the top edge of the bag, Babydoll scrawled across it, and picked it up, flipping it open and reading the words he had written across the card. I promised to replace your thong. Sorry, if I got carried away. J. She sat the card down on the dresser and looked at the bag. He did say he was going to buy her another thong after he tore the other one off her and the bag was too big for just one little intimate item... Was he apologizing for getting carried when he ripped her underwear or for buying her more than one pair? She peeked inside the bag, pushing aside the striped tissue paper, seeing the bold colors along with some black. She had wondered what had happened to her bright blue thong and matching bra, he had kept it to get her correct sizes, replacing her one torn item and buying her more than she needed; three thongs in fuchsia, three more in a bold red with a bra to match, her blue set, and another bra in black with three panties in the same color.

She never purchased this much in one trip, and she had a feeling that if he took her shopping, she would be leaving the stores with more than she could carry. He had bought them for her long before he said he was going to spoil her, and it made her wonder when he would have given them to her if she never would have come to his house last night. She reached inside the bag and pulled out one of the red lace thongs, a color that he wanted to see her in and she was more than happy to oblige, stepping into the barely-there panties and tugging them up her thighs, adjusting the thin satin straps over her hips and between her buttocks, biting her lip at the thought of a man like him stepping foot inside a lingerie store if online shopping didn't exist.

She went downstairs, the bright morning sunlight streaming in through the windows on the door, lighting up the foyer as she stepped off the last step, seeing her dress draped over the banister and her purse on the table by the staircase, stopping long enough to retrieve her phone before walking across the wood floor of the rotunda and into the kitchen on the back side of his house. She looked down at her phone; there was less than half of a charge left on her battery, and she wasn't about to step outside wearing just his shirt to retrieve her charging cable from the truck, she would just have to do without her phone for the time being, leaving all the messages she had unanswered, thankful that there weren't any from her parents.

It was almost seven and he would be coming through the front door soon, so she sat her phone down on the granite countertop of the island and walked over to the pantry door, pulling it open and stepping inside, huffing at all the options he had but none that she wanted, shutting the door and walking over to the double-door refrigerator, pulling both doors open and peering inside. All the healthy food, protein shakes, bottled and sparkling water along with the morning run contributed to his smoking hot physique, but she wanted pancakes, and she wasn't going to get that from his kitchen, so a veggie omelet it was even if the only eggs he had were liquid egg whites from a carton.

She had her hands full of food when she heard the heavy front door open and close as Jacob came back into the house and she shut the refrigerator door with her bare foot, setting the fresh veggies down on the counter next to the appliance, searching through the drawers next to the gas stove for a skillet. She sat the pan down on the burner and looked up at him as he started to cross over the threshold of the nook, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her heart started to pound in her chest. Why the hell did he have to look so damn sexy even when he was breathing heavily and perspiring after a hard run.

That stubborn lock of hair was stuck to his sweaty brow and more beads of perspiration dotted his face and neck, his red sleeveless T-shirt with the Marine Corps emblem embossed in gold on the left breast, was plastered to his chest and back with sweat and his mid-thigh length running shorts were stuck to his skin, outlining the ridge of muscle in his thighs. She heard Velcro being ripped apart as he unfastened his phone from his bicep and her gaze slid up from his legs to his face, and into those hazel eyes that were focused on her as he walked into the kitchen, taking the earbuds out of his ears, that slow, cocky smile starting to come to his face.

Without thinking, and without warning, she pivoted on her left foot and stuck her other one right into his clavicles, the sole of her foot pressing against the bottom of his throat, stopping him from getting any closer, preventing him for coming in for the kiss she knew he was going to give her. "Don't even think about it, mister, you are sweaty. You're not touching me until you've had a shower," she warned, staring at him from her kicking stance that was less than intimidating when she was wearing just his shirt and a thong. She swallowed hard when she saw the look on his face, that cocky smile disappearing just as fast, knowing that she had just fucked up and before she could bend her knee to move her foot away from his neck, he curled his fingers around her ankle, holding her there with his hand, with his hard gaze, keeping her balanced on one foot. She knew that gaze, it was the same one he gave her in his classroom when he had scolded her for ignoring him, the same look she got when he was going after what he wanted, the gaze she was now finding out meant that he was not one to mess with.

Jacob looked down at her foot that was holding him back from reaching his goal, his gaze sliding up the length of her sleek leg to the lacy red thong she had on, her taut, toned abdomen bared by the sides of his shirt falling open from her stance and the two buttons that kept the middle of the shirt closed, to the curve of one bare breast that was partially on display when the top of the shirt slid off her shoulder. He swallowed. Hard. He was no longer her teacher, he no longer had to refrain from keeping his emotions in check, like that ever stopped him with her, but she was young... not yet wise to the world of testing a man's patience and ability to control their reactions.

He tsked his tongue. "How quickly you forget. That was the wrong thing to do, babydoll," he said with a slow shake of his head. He reached up, wrapping his hand around her ankle and quickly shifted his weight, moving her foot off his chest as he simultaneously reached up and curled his other hand around the back of her neck, yanking her leg behind him, pulling her closer, giving her no choice but to hop forward on one foot or fall backwards. And he would never let her fall. He stared down into her eyes that suddenly widened with surprise, holding her steady as she balanced herself on one foot, her pride not letting her grab onto him for any more support.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he tried not to smile, his heavy breaths fanning her face that was mere inches from his, a trickle of sweat running down the side of his face. "You may have a black belt, but I have hand to hand combat skills that I keep up on a couple days a week and ninety pounds of muscle on you. I'll keep it a fair fight, but I'd love to get you on the mat and see just what you are capable of," he rasped. "And you didn't mind the sweat last night when I was fucking you hard." He released his hold on her ankle but kept his hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pressing a kiss to her lips as she straightened.

Madison stared up at him, her eyes wide. In a momentary lapse of judgement, she had forgotten about that side of him even if it was tattooed on his skin. And she shouldn't have assumed that, even though he had been out of the military for almost ten years, he would have forgotten everything that he was trained to do, the main one being how to fight. Now she had a new sparring partner that wasn't afraid to push her to her limits. And she wanted to see what he was capable of, too. "Anytime, anywhere," she challenged, choking on her words as he let go of her ankle. She watched as the corner of his mouth twitched right before he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. She may have just bitten off more than she could chew, but there was nothing she couldn't handle, and she would never admit to defeat to anyone, especially him.

"Now I'm going to take a shower," he said with a cocky grin as he released his hold on her and walked over to the refrigerator. He pulled open the door and took out a bottle of water, pushing the door shut with the heel of his running shoe as he leaned his shoulder against the appliance, uncapping the bottle and taking a long drink, the plastic bottle crackling, watching as she sank back against the edge of the granite topped island, his gaze sliding down the middle of her body to rest on her abdomen and lower. "I knew you'd look good in red," he said, pushing away from the refrigerator and walking out of the kitchen.

Madison sank back against the counter, adjusting the collar of his shirt that she was wearing, looking down at just what his eyes were focused on, her abdomen and the red triangle of lace that was in full view, the bottom of the shirt pulling to the side when she caught the material on the slightly curved edge of the granite. "Thank you," she managed to say, tugging the shirt back down where it belonged, covering up her thighs from his hot gaze, her heart still pounding hard in her chest. She watched as he walked through the nook, her gaze focused on him as he stopped in the open area, reaching over his shoulder with one hand to curl into the back of his T-shirt, pulling the sweat soaked cotton off over his head in one motion, tossing it through the open door of what she assumed was the laundry room, his shorts quickly following his shirt.

She slowly drew the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, sinking her teeth into it, watching as he walked through the short hallway in just his running shoes and compression trunks before disappearing into the front of the house, the sound of his heavy footsteps fading as he got closer to the second floor, debating on whether to join him in the shower or not. Her grumbling stomach brought her back to reality. Breakfast first, fantasies later.

Freshly showered, his stubble trimmed and dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt, Jacob walked into the kitchen, the aroma of sautéed vegetables wafting through the air, his gaze focusing on Madison as she stood at the stove cooking their breakfast, one bare foot resting on top of the other one, her attention focused on the pan in front of her. He enjoyed cooking, it was one of the things that just went along with taking care of his partner, and he wasn't going to object to her cooking for him, she more than likely felt like giving him something back in return after all the attention he had shown her last night.

He reached up and set the manila folder he had brought down with him on top of the refrigerator before pulling open the door and taking out a half-full bottle of orange juice, pushing it shut with his bare foot as he reached over with his other hand and opened the cupboard door, taking out two glasses. He walked over to the island and set the glasses down with a soft clink, leaning his hip against the granite as he uncapped the bottle of juice and filled each glass three-quarters of the way full, emptying the bottle and tossing into the trash can under the counter.

He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, curling his fingers against her ribs and pushing her shirt open with the other, splaying his hand low on her bare abdomen, his fingers caressing her through the top of the lace, pulling her back just enough so she was tucked up tight to his body. "I was going to take you out to breakfast," he murmured, nuzzling the side of her exposed neck with his mouth, his stubble lightly scratching her skin that was still abraded from last night, giving her a slow lick and a hot, open-mouth kiss.

Madison sank her top teeth into her bottom lip, biting back a moan as he pulled her back against his body, nuzzling her soft skin, giving her the morning affection she had put a halt to earlier, his fingers on her stomach digging in just slightly as he held her tight. "But I don't have anything to wear other than your shirt and my dress that isn't really suited for the morning breakfast crowd," she said, trying her best to ignore the hot slide of his tongue along the side of her neck, the solid ridge of his cock pressing into her buttocks.

She sucked in her breath as his hand left her side to slowly trace her skin along the open placket of the shirt with the tips of his fingers, skimming over the curve of her breast, her nipples instantly tightening, the spatula in her hand clattering to the pan as he drew his fingers up one side of her neck as he kissed the other side, nipping lightly with his teeth. "Jacob..." she moaned, closing her eyes, ignoring the vegetables that were in the skillet, breathing in the aroma and quickly coming back to her senses. "I know what you're trying to do, and you better stop, or I will burn your breakfast."

"Then you should have let me kiss you earlier," Jacob chuckled against her well kissed neck and gave her another quick one before releasing his hold on her and taking a step back. He grabbed the manila folder from atop the refrigerator and walked around the island, pulling out one of the stools and sitting down as he dropped the envelope on the counter. He reached for the glasses of juice, taking a sip from his as he sat hers down in front of the other stool, looking at her over the top rim of his glasses as she finished preparing their breakfast, his gaze focused on the length of her exposed legs as she made herself right at home in his kitchen. He drew his attention upward as she turned away from the stove, holding two plates, his gaze lingering on the inside curves of her bare breasts as the loose drape of the shirt parted more from the position of her arms, and he stood up, taking the plates from her and setting them down on the counter.

"Veggie omelets," Madison said proudly with a smile, holding the plates out to him when he stood up, his reach longer than hers, quickly holding one plate out a little farther than the other. "Nope, this one is yours. I can't stand avocado." She watched as his gaze lowered to her bare skin as he took the plates from her and sat them down on the island, slowly sinking back onto his stool. One of the reasons why she never buttoned the shirt all the way was she enjoyed teasing him when they were alone, and she would keep doing it for as long as he liked.

"I was going to make pancakes, but you didn't have any flour or baking powder or sugar or syrup," she said as she stepped around the island. She walked around behind him to get to the other stool, her fingers slowly sliding along his lower back, stopping long enough to stand on the balls of her feet to press a kiss to the back of his neck before climbing up onto the stool he pulled out for her. "You don't even have any decent snacks in your cupboards."

"Sorry, I try to limit my carb intake. If you would have let me take you out to breakfast, you could've had pancakes." He dropped his gaze to the plate, looking down at the egg white omelet overflowing with melted cheese and sautéed vegetables, topped with more cheese and fresh slices of avocado, two slices of whole wheat toast balancing on the edge of the plate, looking a whole lot better than something they would have gotten at the restaurant he planned on taking her to. He pulled the stool out next to him as she walked around the island, feeling her hand brush across his lower back, her lips against his neck, holding onto the leg of the stool as she stepped up on the bottom rung to sit down.

He reached up and caught her chin in his hand, turning her head and bending his, giving her a long, slow kiss, licking her bottom lip before raising his head, slowly smiling. And kissing the scantily clad server would have been frowned upon. "But this is much better." He picked up the fork that was balanced on the edge of the plate and cut into his omelet, taking a bite, slowly chewing and savoring the flavors. "This is amazing," he said, taking another bite.

"Thank you," Madison said with a smile as she picked up her glass of orange juice, taking a drink before setting it down. She cut into her own omelet, minus the avocado, watching him as he ate, breathing in the scent of his soap as she fought back the urge to push that stubborn lock of damp wavy hair back from his forehead. She didn't mind cooking, she had to do more of it while her father was in prison and her mom was working, giving her time to read the food blogs on her phone, finding the pages with the best recipes that she could make with what little they had in the refrigerator at the time, even if she had to eat by herself almost every night.

And when she saw all the fresh vegetables in his fridge, she had gotten a little jealous, but she quickly got over it as she savored the aroma of all the different smells as they combined, taking comfort in the food as she stirred it around in the pan. She had never gone hungry during the struggle, just didn't get to indulge in eating until she was full and satiated. But with Jacob, she would never have to know that feeling again. She lifted the fork to her mouth. "Please don't tell me you're a vegetarian, because if you are, I'll be eating my hamburgers alone."

Jacob chuckled as he stabbed at the mushrooms that had slid out of the omelet, cutting off more of the egg and scooping it up, popping it into his mouth and slowly chewing. He looked at her through the lenses of his glasses, seeing the slight sadness that filled her eyes. "No, I'm not, just health conscious. You didn't see the T-bone steaks, all the ice cream and the half-eaten peach pie in the freezer. I don't run six miles for nothing." He finished the last of his toast and pushed his empty plate aside and picked up his glass of orange juice, slowly drinking it, waiting for her to finish the last of her breakfast before he started in on the inevitable conversation they were going to have, the conversation that was going to test their relationship--her plans for the future.

He sat his empty juice glass down, staring across the kitchen, waiting for her to finish her own juice. He turned his gaze to her. "I still have a week of school left before I'm off for the summer. I usually take several two-week trips somewhere and I would love for you to come with me, but we have to have a serious talk first." He saw her start to tense up and bite her bottom lip and he leaned closer, cupping the side of her face in his hand and pressing a kiss to her temple. "That was going to be part of the conversation, you do need to be on some form of birth control because condoms can break, but I'm talking about college, and no, you don't want to be pregnant while trying to study, not that I don't want to feel my baby growing inside you, at least not until we've even made that decision."

Madison braced her forearms on the edge of the counter, leaning against them, starting at the wall on the other side of the kitchen. That was the one thing that she wanted to talk to him about, college, and her plans to go even though she wanted to stay with him. She never planned on having sex before she got out of high school, never had her eye on anyone, the boys her age were more scared of her than anything, so the thought of birth control never crossed her mind, but now that she was sleeping with a man that was twelve years older than her, the last thing she wanted to do was get pregnant and lose out on everything she still had to accomplish. She reached up and brushed the loose strand of hair back from her face, looking up at him, into his eyes that were intently focused on her. "I am going to college; it's just going to be challenging.

"I applied to four different nursing programs back in November and I was accepted into two of them, but that was before everything happened, before my parents used my college fund, before my grades dropped. Before us. I have to decide before August which one of the two colleges I'm going to attend. If I go to the local community college, I can get my RN degree in two years and stay here in Oak Hills with my parents and with you, we can go out on dates and have the occasional sleep overs. The other option is I move to Portland and get my bachelor's in nursing in three years at the university hospital, which is a much higher, more accredited school where I can advance even further but then I won't be here with you. And whichever one I choose; I'm going to have to apply for financial assistance. There I have housing costs, here I don't. Plus, the dojo is here and I would have to find one in Portland to work out in. And I really want to go to the university hospital."

Jacob slowly smiled. He could see her as a nurse, she had the intellect and the ability to keep up with the demands of the job, it was just the finances that were holding her back from making the better decision and the better one would have her in the city that he had run away from several years ago. He reached up and cupped the side of her face, caressing her cheek with the side of his thumb, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead before gazing down into her eyes, giving her the nudge in the right direction even though it was tearing him up inside that she would be that far away from him. "Go to Portland. It's three years but we will make it work. We'll find you an apartment close to the hospital, I can come up on the weekends and we'll have breaks and vacations at the same time."

He dropped his hand from her face and reached over, setting two fingers down on top of the manila folder and sliding it across the counter to her. "I was going to give this to you before you graduated, but things happened, we happened, and I didn't want you to know where it came from, but now you do. And before you say anything, I have more money than I need so I set up a foundation three years ago that's sole purpose is to pay for full scholarships to various students across the state that have no other means of financial assistance. I am currently funding the higher education of three individuals all the way through grad school. I'm waiving the essay and the high school transcript for you, but I am keeping the three point five or higher GPA in place. All you have to do is fill out the application and I'll sign off on it before I hand it over to my financial advisor in control of the money."

"Jacob--" Madison said in utter and total disbelief, her gaze shifting from his face to the envelope under his fingers, listening as he talked, as he gave her a reason to pick the better school. The last thing she ever expected was for him to pay for her college education, even if he had given her the application before graduation without her knowledge of knowing where the money was coming from. It would be horrible for her to turn down his offer--college was expensive--but it would give her peace of mind knowing that she didn't have to worry about applying and not receiving financial aid, didn't have to worry about losing her place to live if she didn't have money for rent, or worry about getting a job to cover the additional expenses she was going to have all the while trying to go to class and keep up with the rigorous curriculum. Or having to drop out even if one of those situations arose. That he was doing the very same thing for three other college students, anonymously.

And it wasn't like she was going to be out of state, they would only be a few hours apart, could still see each other. She shifted on the stool, turning to the side so she could see him better, bracing her elbow on the edge of the counter and dropping her chin into her hand, looking up at him. She reached up and brushed that stubborn lock of hair back from his forehead, watching as it fell right back down over his brow, dropping her hand to her lap. She fell in love with him when he was just a teacher, and she fell even deeper knowing that he had a kind heart under all that tough, hard-ass exterior. "Why do I love you so much?"

He reached up and cupped the side of her face in his hand, bending his head a giving her a long, slow kiss, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, swallowing her moan. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, trailing his hand down the side of her neck, his fingers taking the same path they did earlier along the open placket of the shirt she was wearing, crooking his fingers and brushing them over the inside curve of her breast, slowly caressing her soft skin, watching as her nipples hardened even more, distending the smooth cotton that was draped over them. "Because you need a man that knows how strong you are, knows just how weak you become when you are touched in certain places and will never doubt or take advantage of either one. A man that can see your potential and will push you even further. Will support you all the way in everything that you do." He slid his hand back up her chest, cupping the side of her face in his hand, caressing her cheek with the side of his thumb. "And deep down inside, you knew that I was that man."

"Yes, you are," Madison whispered, slowly smiling. She reached over and touched the inside of his knee, looking down at her hand as she slowly drew her fingers back and forth, hearing him suck in his breath from her touch alone. She didn't stop the movement of her hand as she slowly turned her gaze back up to his face, watching as his eyes started to darken. He may have been the first one to kiss her, but she was the one that stepped back into the room, practically begged him to do whatever he wanted to her despite the consequences. And if she never would have opened that door, she never would have fallen in love with him, Mr. Hottie, the teacher that almost everyone fantasized about but only one person was able to get. Her. "What if I had called it all off and never came over last night?"

"I still would have paid for your education," Jacob said, dropping his hand from her face. "I would have just mailed you the application with a note to fill it out and send it into the financial department and wished you luck in all your future endeavors, just like I do with all the other applicants that are awarded the scholarship. I just never would have included a formal letter from the Camellia Weston Foundation so you couldn't trace it back to me or my family since I started it in my grandmother's name." He pressed a kiss to her forehead and slid off the stool, picking up their plates and glasses, the corner of his mouth twitching when she looked up at him, realizing that she was talking about them.

He drew in a deep breath and slowly let it back out. "I would have made an attempt to find you, see if you still had feelings for me, and if you still wanted to go your separate ways, I would have gotten over you in time, found a way to move on, but you never would have gotten over me because you always remember your first. Now go in the other room and I'll take care of the dishes," he said, walking around the island, watching as she slid off the stool and grabbed her phone from the counter, smiling back at him over her shoulder as she walked over to the doors that led out to the patio.

Madison left the doors open as she stepped outside into the warm morning air, walking over to the padded chair that was big enough for two people, sitting down on the far end and tucking her feet under her, finally able to answer all the messages she had received yesterday and the few others that had come in while she was cooking breakfast. She tugged the tail of the shirt down over her thighs, closing the plackets even more over her bare breasts, looking over at the house on the other side. There was no clear view onto the patio, but she still wasn't taking the chance.

She was replying to a message when her phone started to ring and she quickly sent the send button before she answered the call from her grandparents that lived out of state and were unable to make it to her graduation, looking over her shoulder towards the open door to see Jacob join her out on the patio. She didn't dare put it on a video call or even on speaker, instead she just answered it like a normal call. "Hi Grandma, Grandpa," she said, holding the phone to her ear, watching as Jacob walked around to sit down on the other end of the chair, setting his phone on the cushion beside him and his laptop on his thighs as he rested his crossed feet on the table in front of them.

Jacob started to say something to Madison when he stepped out onto the patio but when he heard her answer her phone, he kept his mouth shut, sitting down on the other end of the chair and propping his feet up on the low, glass-topped table, setting his laptop down on his thighs and opening the lid, starting it up. They had yet to even have the discussion about telling other people about their relationship, they didn't even start by dating just went straight to the sex. And it wasn't like he could have even dated her, not until today when she was officially out of school. He let out a long breath, listening to her end of the conversation as she talked to her grandparents about her party yesterday, her plans for college and her little white-lie about having a boyfriend, realizing just how difficult this may be for the two of them, but he wasn't going to let it put a damper on anything. He never would have given her his address if he didn't want her here with him.

He slowly smiled when she looked over at him, listening to her talk about the possibility of coming to see them sometime during the summer before she moved even further away. He turned his attention back to his laptop, back to the final revisions on his sophomore classes final exam before logging into his staff email and checking all the messages he had received since yesterday, listening as Madison said goodbye to her grandparents. He put off answering the messages and closed the lid on his laptop and leaned forward, setting it down on the table in front of him. He reached over and plucked her phone out of her hand, pulled down her top screen and pressed a few buttons, handing it back to her, looking at her over the tops of his glasses. "Now you're on my wi-fi. Fudging the truth with your grandparents is one thing, but sooner or later you're going to have to tell your parents about me."

Madison curled her hand around her phone, looking across the short expanse between them. "I know," she said, softly, "I just don't know how I'm going to do it. 'Hey Mom, Dad, this is Jacob, I fucked him to get an A in English and now I have to keep fucking him, so he'll pay for my college' just doesn't have the right ring to it, you know what I mean? And my dad isn't going to be very happy, he thinks I spent the night with Dylan. I haven't even told Dylan and I tell him everything." She shifted her weight, moving closer to him, laying down and resting her head on his thigh, stretching her legs out until the balls of her feet were resting against the arm of the chair, her slightly bent knees resting on the back cushion, reaching down and tucking the shirt around her legs, sighing as his hand instantly went to her chest, caressing her exposed skin. "This would be easier if we had waited at least a year." She looked up at him, seeing the expression on his face, watching as his jaw started to tense. "Okay, maybe not a year, but still, juggling college, training and you..."

"We'll be fine, babydoll. We'll get it figured out," Jacob said, reassuring her as he brushed a wisp of hair back from her forehead, smiling down at her as she bit her bottom lip, her mind still struggling with her thoughts. He trailed his fingers down her chest, between her breasts and when he reached the buttons on her shirt, he slipped them through their holes, separating the front plackets on the shirt, uncovering her bare breasts to his warm hand, hushing her with a finger against her lips when she started to protest. "No one can see onto my porch. Go back to what you were doing on your phone and just let me touch you." When she did just that, he picked up his own phone in his left hand, scrolling through the news feeds, his right hand lazily trailing up and down her torso, brushing over her breasts, the side of his thumb dragging over her hard nipples, gliding back down to her stomach, sliding over her navel piercing to brush over the edge of the lacy red triangle at the apex of her legs, before slowly trailing back up, caressing every inch of her torso and then down again. "But you just can't say that we started any of this while you were still my student. I don't really need my job, but I would like to keep it."

Madison shifted under the lazy caress of his hand, looking up from her phone to him, as he focused his attention on his own phone, reading the news articles that he had open. He was right, saying that she hooked up with her teacher while she was still in school wouldn't be the wisest thing to do. But still she had done it. She slowly smiled, going back to her own phone, answering all the messages she had from her family members. When she sent the last one, she sat her phone down on the cushion by her hip and shifted her legs, raising one higher and lowering the other one down to the cushion, inviting his wandering hand to venture lower, turning her forehead into his abdomen when his fingers dipped down between her legs, stopping there to softly caress her through the lace before trailing back up.

A tiny moan escaped her and she closed her eyes, savoring every soft caress of his hand till she drifted off to sleep. She didn't know how long she had been dozing, only that Jacob's hand was now resting on her lower abdomen and his fingers were tucked halfway under the lacy edge of her thong, until she heard her phone beep several times from the messages that were coming in, and she picked it up, looking at the screen. "Shit," she said, sitting up and dislodging his hand from between her legs. She got to her feet, pulling the shirt closed over her body, looking at the shocked look on his face from her sudden outburst. "I gotta go. My mom is at work and my dad needs his truck."

Jacob dropped his feet to the floor, looking up at her as she quickly closed the shirt around her, stepping past him and hurrying into the house. He swore under his breath. Just another reminder of their age difference and the challenges they were going to face, she may be eighteen and free to make her own choices, but she still lived under her parent's roof, unless he had a say in the matter. He gathered up his laptop and phone and got to his feet, following her but he stayed in the kitchen while she went upstairs to get dressed, going back to his emails that couldn't be ignored. He was pouring himself a glass of iced tea when she came back into the kitchen and he let his gaze wander over her in that dress she was wearing, quickly seeing and remembering just how low cut it was.

Going out to breakfast definitely would have been out of the question, she couldn't wear a bra and the inside and part of the under curves of her bare breasts were visible, not that it bothered him to see her like that, it was the looks she would be getting from other men that would infuriate the shit out of him. He put the pitcher back in the refrigerator and shut the door as she stopped at the island, setting her purse and the striped bag down on the granite. He stepped up behind her when she turned around and he reached for the long strips of material that were hanging at her sides, tying her dress in place for her. He pressed a kiss to her spine between her shoulder blades. "Don't you have your own car?" he asked, lifting his head and looking down at her when she turned around to face him.

Madison turned around, looking up at him, letting out a long breath, feeling the ache in the pit of her stomach, in the bottom of her heart. Now she knew how he felt every time he had to send her home after they had sex, she hated having to leave him, but she had to go home to face both of her parents this time, and she was glad that the marks he had left on her neck from his stubble had started to fade. She picked up the envelope on the counter and dropped it into the bag, quickly deciding that it would be a better idea if she stuffed all the lingerie into her purse before she went into her house, she wouldn't have had enough time to go shopping out of town this morning to come home with a bag from the mall over sixty miles away. "I do have a car, but it broke down a couple months ago. It needs a new alternator and with money being so tight while my dad was locked up, we couldn't afford the repair, so I just got rides with Dylan before I asked my mom if I could drive my dad's truck. And now that he's home, I have no choice but to hand the keys back over to him when he needs it."

Jacob could only imagine the struggle that her and her mom went through. "Don't leave yet, stay here for just a second," he said, pressing a kiss to her temple before walking out of the kitchen and heading for the stairs. He came back down a few minutes later, his wallet in his hand, thumbing through it as he slowed his pace. He stepped back in front of her, pulling out one of his credit cards before he folded his wallet back up, setting it down on the counter as he leaned his hip against the edge, looking down at her. The one thing he never did was hand over any of his cards, especially one of his high-limit credit cards, his ex would have maxed out his account and demanded more, but his Maddie was the complete opposite, she wasn't materialistic and the shock of everything had yet to wear off, but she was still a teenager... There was only one way to find out. He held out his platinum credit card to her without any further reservation. "I don't have that much cash on me, but get your car fixed. If you have any problem using it, just call me, I don't care if I'm in the middle of class, you need to be able to come and go as you please." He saw her gaze drop from his face to the card and then slowly raise back up and when she started to open her mouth to protest, he quickly interrupted her. "Remember what I said. A red ass and a sore throat, so don't argue with me."

Madison took the credit card from him, staring down at it for a few seconds before she put it in her wallet, tucking it back into her purse. She stepped closer to him, tipping her head back and looking up into his eyes that were intently gazing down at her, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip when he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. She flattened her hands to his chest, slowly sliding them higher. "I wasn't going to argue with you, I was going to say thank you, I really appreciate it. And as much as I would like to stay and let you spank me," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as she stood on her tiptoes, arching against him, brushing her lips over his, feeling rather than hearing his groan, "I have to go." She moaned, sliding her fingers into his hair when his mouth came down on hers, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, giving her a good-bye kiss that made her want to stay more than anything, arching even closer to him when he gripped her ass hard, keeping her pressed against his hard body.

"Fuck," Jacob swore at her affirmation, digging the fingers of his left hand deep into the curve of her ass that he had left red with his other hand last night, catching her chin in his right hand, tipping her head back just a little bit farther as he brought his mouth down on hers. He kissed her hard, his hot tongue sliding deep into her mouth, swallowing her moan, kissing her like it was going to be their last kiss, their last time together. He slowly softened the kiss, hearing her whimper when he finally lifted his mouth from hers, the tip of his tongue darting across her bottom lip as he gazed down at her half-closed eyes and her swollen lips parted as she drew in several shaky breaths. He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, slowly smiling that cocky smile, letting go of her, caressing her cheek with the side of his thumb, watching as her eyes fluttered open. He stepped back from her and picked up her bag and her purse off the counter, ushering her towards the front door, hating that she had to leave, but knowing that she was coming back as soon as she could. "You better leave, babydoll, before I carry you back upstairs and spank that ass just for the fun of it."

And she would have let him. Madison picked up her phone off the counter where she had left it earlier and walked through his house to the front door, stopping as he reached around her to unlock the deadbolt, pulling the door open for her. She stepped out into the warm morning sun, walking down the sidewalk to where she had parked the truck next to his car as he followed along behind her in his bare feet. None of his neighbors were outside, not that it bothered her to be seen coming out of his house, and it obviously didn't bother him either or she wouldn't have spent the night with him. She took her purse from him and dug her keys out, unlocking the door with the key fob as he reached for the handle, opening the door. She tossed her purse in on the passenger's seat and took the bag from him, setting it inside. Her dress was not high-standing truck friendly, and she had to hike up her skirt above her knees so she could climb inside, leaving it bunched up under her legs so she could drive, sitting down on the seat. "I don't know when I can get my car in to get it fixed and my dad is going to need the truck..."

Jacob blocked the open door of the truck with his body as she started to pull up her dress to climb up behind the wheel, not that any of his neighbors were outside but houses had windows, and he curled his hand around her elbow, giving her an extra boost, waiting for her to settle into the seat. He kept the door open with his body, looking in at her. "Don't worry about it. Get it fixed and get your oil changed. Let me know when you get home," he said, taking hold of her chin and leaning in to give her a quick kiss. He caressed the side of her face with his thumb, dropping his hand to her legs, softly caressing the inside of one knee. "I'll see you later," he said, taking a step back and shutting the door, waiting for her to start the truck and lower the window. He braced his wrists on the doorframe, leaning forward, gazing in at her as he slowly smiled. "And next time you come over, bring some clothes to leave here and whatever else you need, not that I don't love it when you wear my shirts, it will just make it easier for impromptu outings. Now go home and we'll talk tonight."

Madison reached for her seatbelt and quickly fastened it, looking over at him and slowly smiling. Guess that made it official, her bringing clothes over to his house and having use of his credit card. Some would say they were moving too fast, some would say that she needed to find someone closer to her own age, but she loved him, whether or not he had said it back to her yet, but he wouldn't be doing all of this if he didn't want her in his life, and she was his, he had said so himself. She shifted the truck into reverse, keeping her foot on the brake. "I'll call you tonight. When I'm alone. In my bed. Touching myself," she whispered, watching as his eyes grew darker with every word that she spoke, hearing his low growl, knowing he couldn't open the door and yank her out because it had automatically locked when she shifted out of park. She waited for him to take a couple steps back before she backed out of his driveway, looking out the passenger window as he leaned against the rear fender of his car, watching her until she had disappeared down the hill. And this time when she drove away from him, she knew she was going right back and there was nothing stopping them from being together.

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Madison couldn't get her car into the mechanic until the end of the week, her mom was working and her dad was in the process of getting his job back at the hospital along with reestablishing his classes at the dojo, leaving her alone at the house with no way to leave unless she called Dylan. She did manage to get into the doctor's office, they had a last-minute cancellation, and she got her birth control right away, thankful that her friend was squeamish around doctors, so he had no problem just dropping her off at the medical building and waiting in his car for her to finish with her appointment, the two of them going to lunch afterwards. If she didn't talk to Jacob on the phone, she texted him, refusing his offers to come and pick her up so they could spend time together, saying it was better if they just waited until she got her car running again. She couldn't help but hear the shift in his tone, the disappointment in his voice but it was only temporary, still unsure about how she was going to tell her parents.

She was ending her last text to him--he was still in the middle of his last week of teaching--when she got another incoming text, this time from Dylan and she quickly answered it, agreeing to go to lunch with him. She tucked her phone into the back pocket of her cut-off shorts as she rolled off her bed, tugging the hem of her snug fitting T-shirt down as she shoved her bare feet into a pair of sandals and grabbed her purse before she hurried out of her bedroom and outside, sitting down on the steps in front of her house, waiting the few minutes it took for him to drive the short distance. She pushed her sunglasses back up onto her nose as she stood up, brushing her hands over the seat of her shorts when Dylan rolled his blue BMW to a stop in the driveway, and she caught the door as her best friend leaned over to open it for her.

She dropped her purse to the floorboard as she sat down in the seat and pulled the door shut, fastening her seatbelt, looking at him over the tops of her sunglasses as he shifted the car into reverse and backed out onto the street. The warmer months were his time to shine, and he was dressed as flamboyant as ever. His oversized retro sunglasses were perched on the bridge of his nose and his flamingo pink T-shirt was snug fitting, the bottom half cut into strips and beaded, his own cut-off shorts a lot shorter than hers and frayed at the hems, sparkling with more rhinestones than necessary, and she loved him for it, even if she may have to kick someone's ass for mocking his choice in clothing. And she hadn't done that since they were twelve when a new kid moved to town and decided to push around the shy gay boy. "So, where are we going for lunch? We haven't eaten at that food truck in a while."

"That sounds fabulous, but first we have to go to the coffee shop. This new guy just started there a few days ago and, girlfriend, he is f-i-n-e fine," Dylan said, with a little giggle, as he drove down the road, heading in the direction of the chain coffee shop they never went to, they just stuck to the locally owned coffee stand. He had received a couple gift cards to the chain in some of his graduation cards and he needed to use them, and when he had walked, or rather sashayed into the shop, they guy standing behind the counter started to smile at him and he smiled back, and then his flirting got him a free drink. "Wait until you see him. His name is Adam, and he has got the greenest eyes I have ever seen, and oh, a tight body to go right along with it. We were eyeing each other yesterday when I went in there to get a drink... mmm, he is so yummy, I could just eat him up."

Madison laughed, pushing her sunglasses back up over her eyes, looking out the side window as he drove down the main road towards the interstate where the coffee shop was located, happy to see that her best friend had found what she hoped wouldn't be just a summer fling for him because he had his own plans to attend an out of state college. He parked the car and they went inside and she took a seat close to the counter while Dylan went up to the register to place their order, watching as he flirted with the tall, dark-haired guy behind the counter that was clearly a couple years older than them, smiling from ear to ear when he turned back around and did a silent squeal, sashaying over to her and sliding onto the chair across from her, showing her the number that was now permanently on his phone.

She pulled her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose and looked back over at the guy that was making their drinks and, having been best friends with him for so long she was pretty tuned into the whole gay vibes, could clearly see that the two of them were starting to hit it off. She turned her gaze back to her friend that was so giddy and enamored that he couldn't sit still, his eyes totally fixated on the guy behind the counter. His gay ass was safe for now. But if he hurt one hair on her best friend's head, she'd bitch slap rather than kick his ass into next week. "Looks like we both have new guys in our lives."

"Isn't he just the yummiest thing," Dylan said with a long sigh, bracing his elbow on the table and dropping his chin into his palm, staring across the coffee shop. His eyes were focused on his new crush that he hoped would be more than just that for the next few months, halfheartedly listening to what she was saying. And then her words sunk in. "What?" he said, totally shocked, his head practically snapping off his neck when he turned to look at his best friend that was sitting across from him as she gazed out the window at the cars that drove by. They were hardly ever apart and he was the only one that she talked to and they hadn't even been out of school for a week yet, so how could she... "Who? When? Tell me everything," he said, sitting forward in his chair, his attention now focused entirely on her. "Is it one of the cute guys in your ass-kicking class? I've seen the way that they look at you, and honey, you have got some hunky guys there. Is it the one with the black hair? Because I would never get tired of licking whipped cream off his abs."

"They're all afraid of what my dad would do to them," Madison said matter-of-factly. She had seen for herself the way that some of the guys her age and a few of the older ones looked at her when she was in her workout clothes or her gi walking around the dojo, only to quickly focus their attention elsewhere when they all realized that her dad was their sensei, that she sometimes led the classes for the younger children. She had never been interested in any of them anyway, and now that she was with Jacob... she wanted to work out with him, see what he was capable of even though she had a pretty good feeling that he would take on any of the guys in her black belt class if she so much as mentioned the looks she received. She looked around the coffee shop at the other people that were sitting around, some were travelers, some were locals and it was with the people from the community that she didn't dare say anything out loud for fear that they would hear her. It was best that she told him somewhere else. She turned her attention back to Dylan. "Not here. I'll tell you when we get to the park."

Dylan was more than intrigued. If it wasn't a guy from her karate class, then it had to be... When he realized who she was talking about, he gasped, both of his hands covering his mouth at the same time, his eyes widening as he tippy-tapped his feet on the floor in shock and excitement. "Madison! You didn't!" he exclaimed, only to quickly slide out of his seat when his crush called his name when their drinks were ready. He hurried to the counter, flirted and giggled more with the barista and twinkled his fingers at him before he grabbed the cups on the counter and sashayed back over to his friend, handing the blended smoothie to her as he sipped his own, only to turn around and blow a kiss to the guy behind the counter as he left with Madison, his arm looped around hers. He looked over his shoulder one last time, smiling at the tall guy he had just made a date with later tonight, but his friend was more important to him at the moment. They hurried out of the coffee shop and he unlocked his car, quickly opening the door for her before sashaying around the front, all the while knowing that they were being watched by more than just the yummy barista.

"I'll get lunch," Madison said, taking a sip of her strawberry smoothie before setting it down in the cup holder, looking over at her friend as he shimmed in behind the wheel of his car, setting his own cup in the other holder. She didn't say anything to him even though he tried as hard as possible to pry everything out of her. She just sat tight-lipped in the passenger's seat, looking out the side window, shaking her head, denying everything his was asking her even though some of it was true, she just couldn't tell him the truth, even if he had confessed his reasons for passing physics to her, starting to wonder if it was even a good idea to say anything to him. When he pulled into the lot where the food truck was parked, shutting off the car, she unhooked her seatbelt and looked over at him, smiling at his pouty face all because she wouldn't say anything to him, asking him what he wanted to eat. "Come on, Dylan, I'll tell you in a few minutes. Now what do you want for lunch? They have those churros that you love so much. I'll even get you two."

"No, I want to know," Dylan pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Whatever the big secret was, couldn't be spoken out loud in a public place. He sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get the truth or the whole story out of her until they got to the park with their food. "Fine, I'll have a chicken burrito and a churro and make sure they don't forget the icing or the hot sauce this time," he huffed, but quickly changing his attitude when she smiled at him.

Madison smiled, grabbed her purse from the floorboard and closed the door. She didn't have to wait for too long at the food truck, they had come at the right time, right after the lunch rush. The truck was always busy during the peak hours, they had the best authentic Mexican food in town, and the line usually had ten or more people but today there was only one other person in front of her. She ordered their food, a burrito for him and carne asada nachos for herself along with three churros, looking in her wallet to see how much cash she had, which wasn't enough, thought twice about using Jacob's credit card, and cancelled one of the churros and took the protein off her nachos, paying for their food and getting back a couple dollars and coins for her change.

Maybe she really needed to get a summer job, because what her mom gave her for chores around the house wasn't going to keep her in food and entertainment for the summer. She grabbed their to-go boxes and hurried back to the car, catching the door with her foot when Dylan opened it for her, setting the food on the dash so she could settle into the seat. She looked over at him, shaking her head when she saw the pained expression on his face. "I'm still not going to tell you."

Dylan drove to the city park in the middle of town and parked under the shade of a fir tree, grabbing their drinks from the cup holders while she carried their food, walking over to one of the empty picnic tables that were set up along the back side of the three-acre park, sitting down at the one that had the most shade. He sat their drinks down after brushing the debris from the tree that had fallen onto the table, taking his food from her and unwrapping the foil on his burrito. He didn't even wait for her to sit down and open her own food, the need to know about his best friend's escapades were eating at him. "Okay, we're at the park, now tell me, I want to know. And don't leave anything out," he said before taking a bite out of his lunch.

Madison brushed the fir needles off the bench before she sat down, popping open the lid on the Styrofoam container, looking down at her pitiful nachos as she unrolled her napkin from around her fork and knife, wishing she had just used Jacob's credit card to buy food, but he entrusted her to only use it to fix her car and that was what she was going to do. She looked over at Dylan as he sat poised on the edge of the bench, waiting for her to spill the beans, and she decided that it was best to fudge the truth, he didn't need to know any more than necessary about her and Jacob. "Well... I kinda slept with Jacob, Mr. Hottie, after graduation. During one of the study groups after school, he got a text from his fiancée that was meant for her boss and it was on the risqué side and out of anger he kissed me. He pushed me away and apologized the next day but ever since it happened neither one of us could really concentrate after that. He would just stare at me during school hours and while I was in the study group and by the time we graduated, he was pretty tense, and I was glad to be out of his classroom. I saw him after graduation, and he said he had a scholarship application for me but it was at his house, so I thought nothing of it and went by after our party to pick it up. He kissed me again and next thing I knew, I was waking up in his bed the next day."

Dylan watched his friend as she talked, seeing as her expressions changed, listening to the tone of her voice as it is got a little bit higher pitched. She wasn't telling him all the truth, maybe half of it, but not every little thing that happened. And he had a feeling that he wasn't going to get to hear everything. He had been friends with her for way too long to know when she was keeping stuff from him and she had her reasons but somehow, he knew that more than just a kiss happened in that classroom, he was guilty himself of crossing that teacher student line. He took another bite of his burrito, eying her across the table as she picked at her nachos, eating more of the topping then the actual chips. "Liar. Okay... So, what really happened? Did you at least suck his dick before graduation so you would get an A?" he whispered, his burrito inches from his mouth, his wide-eyed gaze focused on her.

Madison coughed when a piece of tomato got caught in her throat and she took a sip of her smoothie to dislodged it, looking at her friend across the table. He knew she wasn't telling him all of the story but she wasn't going to divulge anymore. She had already said too much. She looked at him, trying not to giggle when he mentioned sucking dick, because once again she couldn't correct him, taking a bite out of one of her chips and waving her finger at him. "That is all I am going to say. Jacob likes his privacy and I'm going to respect that. He also gave me his credit card so I can get my car fixed."

Dylan gulped, swallowing the mouthful of chicken, as he stared at her in disbelief. "Just like that he gave you his credit card? You did more than just suck his dick, girl. You. Rocked. His. World," he said with a sassy wave and snap of his fingers, drawing out the girl and emphasizing the last four words. "Good for you. Keep this good thing going." His friend didn't realize how good she had it, or maybe she did and that was why she wasn't telling him everything. There was more to Mr. Hottie then met the eye and she was going to keep it and him all to herself. He didn't blame her and he couldn't be any happier. "So, does he have a big--"

Madison waved her finger at him again. "I'm not saying another word," she said, biting her bottom lip, giving him the answer to his question without having to say anything, watching as his eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hands. She clamped her thighs together, remembering just how many different positions she had been in last week, how good his... No, Jacob was the one that rocked more than just her world. And Dylan didn't know just how good she did have it and she couldn't say anything to him just yet about that, not until her and Jacob really started to talk more about their relationship and just where it was headed. She turned her attention back to her friend, the one that she should be focusing on and not daydreaming. She reached across the table and took hold of his hands, looking at him. "This is our last summer together and we have to take a girl's trip, even if it's just over to the coast, before we head off to college. We're not going to get to see each other for who knows how long and we need one final hoorah, one final chance to go wild and crazy."

"You? Wild and crazy? Leave it to me, honey, and we'll have a blast," Dylan said, wiggling in his seat before he leaned across the table and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Now what are we going to do for the rest of the afternoon?"

Madison looked over at the playground equipment just a few hundred feet away. All the grade schoolers were still in school for another week and the park was free of children and would be for just a few more days. And this was their last summer together, their last chance to be kids before they went off to college, their last chance to be care-free. She swung her legs over the bench, planting her feet firmly on the ground and looked back over at Dylan, slowly smiling. "Last one to the swings is a rotten egg," she shouted, jumping to her feet and running across the grass to the playground, hearing Dylan's shriek behind her as he took chase.

They spent the rest of the afternoon just hanging out in the park and making plans for their trip to wherever the road took them one last time. She knew her parents never had a problem with her going anywhere overnight with Dylan, but she didn't know how Jacob was going to feel about it, and worse, she didn't know how she was going to tell him. Should she just come right out and say that she had plans with her best friend and there was nothing that he could do about it? Or should she ask his permission to go? They had only started their relationship, and even though things had gotten serious a lot faster than they probably wanted, she would respect his decision. And cry over it later.

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To Be Continued...