Author: Olivia Cunning

“Whoa, no!” he gasped and jerked away. “Here.” He shoved her phone into her hand and pounded on the side of the bus so they’d open the door and let him in. Besides, it was fucking cold outside, and he didn’t have his jacket.

“Don’t be shy,” the girl said, plastering herself to his back and rubbing his cock through his pants. “You’re super hard, baby. I know you want me.”

“Stop touching me like that,” he demanded, grateful when the bus door finally opened. He climbed onboard and found the entire band was already inside. When the girl tried to follow, Sed came to stand at the head of the stairs. The girl took one look at him, went white as a sheet, and ran off. Eric didn’t bother to ask why. He was glad to be rid of her.

“Where’ve you been, Sticks?” Sed asked. “We’ve been waiting for you so we can leave.”

“Rebekah’s not ready yet. She’s still packing up equipment.”

“She can ride on the pigsty bus with the other roadies,” Sed said. “We need to get home. I know you get laid every two hours, but I’m about to explode.”

Brian nodded in agreement. Jace was blushing and texting on his cell phone feverishly, which meant he and Aggie were sexting each other again.

“I’m good,” Trey said around his lollipop. Undoubtedly, he’d gotten a little action after the show.

“I’ll go tell her to hurry,” Eric said and sprinted off the bus. No way in hell was he riding on a bus for fourteen hours without her. He didn’t know how the other guys handled being away from their respective ladies for days and weeks at a time.

He almost bumped into Rebekah as she hurried out of the building carrying a case. He scooped it out of her hands. “Let me get that.”

“You are supposed to be wait—”

“Eric, come on or we’re leaving without you!” Sed yelled from the tour bus.

“Are you almost finished?” he asked her. “If you don’t hurry, we’ll be forced to ride on the pigsty bus.”

“The guys are going to load all the stuff. I was on my way to deliver your punishment and thought I could drop off that case on my way.”

He slid the case into the back of the moving van, lifted her onto his shoulder, and headed for the bus.

“Eric, this is no way to treat your teacher. You are in big trouble.” He heard the laughter in her voice and couldn’t wait to see how much trouble he could get into before they made it to the bus.

He paddled her rump playfully. “I’m guessing the naughtier I behave, the more I’m going to enjoy this.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe I’ll make you wait for it.”

“You wouldn’t! You make me write all that kinky stuff, get me all worked up, and then you’re going to let me suffer?”

“I haven’t gotten the chance to read it all yet.”

He set her down on the bottom step. “Can I have a kiss before you start abusing me?”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “It’s cold out here,” she said, staring into his eyes. For once he wasn’t looking down at her; they were eye to eye. And despite the chill in the air, he felt himself melting under her heated gaze. “I love you.”

He wondered if she’d like a new wristwatch or perfume or a yacht or a private island in the Caribbean or something. She kissed him before he could say he loved her back, but she knew how he felt. How could she not? Their tender kiss quickly turned heated.

He was tugging on her clothes.

She was tugging on his hair.

He pressed her against him so he could feel her soft breasts against his chest. His hands slid down to her luscious little ass. He found his paper in her back pocket. Maybe he should take it back before she got the chance to read it. Somewhere in that essay, he’d admitted some pretty embarrassing desires he had for a certain bandmate’s college professor wife. Rebekah had pushed that button by bringing up the naughty schoolboy scenario. Myrna Sinclair always made Eric feel like a naughty schoolboy. He just hadn’t recognized how much he’d wanted her to exert her authority over him until he’d started writing his essay to Rebekah. He no longer had an interest in Myrna fulfilling that fantasy. Not when he had Rebekah. She didn’t fulfill one of his fantasies. She fulfilled them all.

Someone cleared his throat somewhere above them. Eric forced his lips from Rebekah’s and glanced at Sed, who looked ready to strangle him. “Are you saying good-bye or what?” Sed asked gruffly.

“Nope, we were making out,” Rebekah said. “His sexiness overwhelms me sometimes, and I have to kiss him.” Eric would have thought she was joking, but she maintained a completely straight face. Rebekah turned and trotted up the steps. Eric followed, knowing he was a slave to his desire for this woman, but not much caring at the moment.

He followed her to the bedroom. When they reached the door, she turned to look at him. “Wait here,” she said sternly. “I’ll come get you after I read your essay.”

She let herself in the bedroom and closed the door in his face. She was totally going to leave him hanging. He just knew it. He sighed resolutely and went to sit at the dining table across from Jace, preparing for a horrible case of blue balls.

“You texting Aggie?” Eric asked and shifted uncomfortably on the bench.

Jace jumped as if he’d shot him. And the guy knew what that felt like from experience. Jace flushed and then tucked his cell phone under the table. “She misses me.” He grinned.

Eric reached across the table and slugged him in the shoulder. “We should hang out over the break.”

Jace grinned even more widely. “Yeah, sure.” He glanced over his shoulder at the closed bedroom door. “Shouldn’t you be in there?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe she wants me to burst in there, throw her on the bed, rip her clothes off, and fuck her. Or maybe she really does want me to obey her and wait out here until my balls explode.”

They stared at each other in complete befuddlement. Trey hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter across from the dining table. He pulled his sucker out of his mouth. “What signals was she giving off?”

“Signals?” Was Trey speaking a foreign language? Eric had no idea what he was talking about.

“Yeah, signals. Women talk more with their bodies than their mouths.”

“Damn. That’s a whole lot of body yapping,” Sed said with a wide grin.

“You don’t listen to their bodies either. That’s why it took you so long to understand Jessica,” Trey said.

Sed scowled. “I listen to her body just fine.”

“But only during sex,” Brian interjected.

“How did she look at you? Like this?” Trey produced a come-hither look that made Eric decidedly uncomfortable.

“Uh… no.” Eric would have remembered Rebekah looking at him like that. He wanted to forever wipe the memory of Trey looking at him like that, however. It was bad enough that he’d kissed the guy one lust-fueled night.

“Then you better wait,” Trey advised.

“Maybe I’m tired of waiting.” He grabbed the edge of the table to heft himself to his feet. He paused when the bedroom door opened. Rebekah emerged in an outfit he’d never seen. His jaw dropped.

Rebekah strode confidently in his direction. She wore her hair in a severe twist, the blond strands arranged to cover most of the blue. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sat perched on the end of her nose. Her propriety stopped there. Her tweed suit could only be described as revealing. The jacket had elbow-length, tight sleeves and buttoned under her breasts, drawing attention to her cleavage, and the plain white blouse unbuttoned low enough to reveal the edge of her lacy, white bra. A couple inches of her midriff showed above her tiny skirt, which was so short he could see her garters and the skin of her thighs above her flesh-toned stockings. Her wide-heeled, three-inch shoes made her legs look hot as hell. Damn. Eric stared. He couldn’t think well enough to do anything else. Not even the most basic things like breathing and blinking.

She stopped in front of him, her expression tight with displeasure, and touched the center of his chest with a ruler. “Mr. Sticks, I need to see you in my office.” The ruler caught him under the chin, encouraging his eyes to settle on hers. “Now, Mr. Sticks.”

She spun around and strode back to the bedroom. He got a flash of her bare ass before her flippy little skirt settled in place.

“Oh God,” Trey said, slamming his head against the upper bank of kitchen cabinets. “I practically gave her to you.”

Eric tripped over his feet as he raced after Rebekah. Heart hammering, he entered the bedroom and closed the door, leaning against it for support. She was pacing the room, his essay in one hand, the ruler in the other. Was she going to hit him with that ruler? God, he hoped so. He wished he could take his paper away and add that new fantasy to his list: spank me with ruler. His heart thudded harder and harder as he watched her read his essay, using the end of her ruler to keep her place as she paced back and forth near the foot of the bed. He couldn’t read her expression. He’d written pretty kinky stuff on those pages. Did it freak her out?

“This, Mr. Sticks, is a monstrosity,” she said.

Oh shit.

She read his words from the page. “I want your fingers up my ass while you suck my cock, rubbing some spot in there like that one time when Myrna sucked off Brian in the hotel bathroom.”

Eric was simultaneously appalled and excited to hear her read it aloud.

“That is a run-on sentence, Eric. It will never do.”

She was grading his sentence structure? Seriously?

“I’ve never seen a guy come so hard,” she read. She shook her head. “Pathetic grammar.”

“I never saw a guy come so hard?” he attempted to correct himself.

She smiled at him. “That’s better. Unbutton your pants. Show me what you want me to suck.”

He couldn’t get his cock out of his pants fast enough. She ran her ruler gently down his sensitive length, and he shuddered.

“Why are you so hard, Eric?” she asked.

He gasped excitedly and closed his eyes so he could concentrate well enough to speak. “Because you’re so hot, Rebekah.” He opened his eyes and reached for her, but she stopped him by poking him in the chest with her ruler.

“Ms. Blake,” she corrected. “Take off all your clothes. I want to see if the rest of you is as fine-looking as that long, hard cock.”

She watched him appraisingly as he stripped. When he stood before her naked, she ran her palm over his flesh, as if inspecting him for flaws. His belly quivered beneath her touch.

“Yes,” she purred. “Perfect. Looking at your body makes my pussy sopping wet, Mr. Sticks. How naughty of you. You should try to be less sexy. It’s not proper to make your teacher want to fuck you.”

She’d probably read about how much he liked her to talk dirty. She leaned over, her face inches from his straining cock. “Is this for me?” Her tongue slid out between her soft pink lips and collected the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock.

His abs contracted involuntarily.

“Yes,” he gasped. “For you. It’s hard for you.”

Her tongue slid around the rim of his cock head, causing thousands of pleasurable sensations to ripple up his spine. She squatted and tilted her head back so he could watch his cock sink into her sweet little mouth. She sucked him deep until she couldn’t swallow any more of his length and then drew back until he popped free of her lips. She rose and sauntered toward the bed. When he moved to follow her, she held a hand in his direction.

“Stay where you are,” she said. “I’m not finished with you yet, naughty boy.”

He froze and leaned against the surface of the closed door.