DECEPTION : (A student/teacher romance)
DECEPTION : Chapter 4

Fifteen weeks and two days later …

She reverses out of the driveway, and I smirk at the way she rushes from the house; she overslept because she stayed up late watching the last episode of Housewives of Miami.

When I set up the cameras in her house, I never intended them to become my salvation, but that’s what happened.

My little obsession grew, and now I know what she eats, how long she sleeps, and what she wears. Daily.

Living each day in the Mafia brings violence and a fight for survival, and she’s become my greatest motivation in life. I can achieve anything if I get to go home to her at night and cherish her body. I can be the man my father and La Familia need me to be with her in my thoughts. It drives me to succeed, and when I finally have her in my arms, I will truly become invincible.

My father believes women weaken you, but he hasn’t found the right woman. Mine is my inspiration, my driving force, my goal, my endgame. With her by my side, I will conquer the wars that approach us, and with my child inside her, our fate will become sealed and her loyalty to me will never waiver.

I will become the man I want to be, the father I needed, and so much more. With that in mind, I lower the kickstand of my motorbike, dismount, and stride toward her house. I’m uncaring if I’m discovered by Cilla, the sweet old lady who lives across the street that I’m on a first-name basis with, or if Cliff, the mailman who delivers too early on a Saturday, sees me. They all know who I am, and I own them, so they’re never an issue. Money talks for many, and they are those people.

While unlatching the gate at the side of the little house, adrenaline buzzes through me at the thought of being in her home. Our home. She just hasn’t realized it yet.

Each time I enter the little white-picket-fenced house, I get the same excitable feeling thrumming through my veins, and I revel in it. My cock stiffens at the prospect of unloading, and when I draw the key from my pocket to the back door of her home, I exhale through my nose, knowing I’m about to touch the doorhandle she recently touched. My fingers curl over it, and I swear I can still feel the heat from her touch. The fingerprints she will have left behind are now on my skin, and I close my eyes, giving in to the memories of her touch and the way her soft skin felt against mine.

It’s the same every time I come here, and with each day that passes, the closer I become to being a permanent fixture in her life has me riddled with hyperactivity. I won’t just be touching the door handle, I’ll be touching her again. I. Cannot. Fucking. Wait.

Slowly, I close the door behind me, and the smell of her home invades my senses. It calms me like no other, and I’ve never been able to figure out what it is specifically that has that effect on me.

Is it the sweet cinnamon from the rolls she bakes every morning? Or the smell of her coconut body lotion that floats through the air like a beacon.

Moving around the kitchen with a comfortable familiarity, I open the refrigerator and remove the huge tub of her muesli. I inwardly smile when her spoon still sits in it, and my cock jumps as I snag it out of the pot. Then I slide the spoon into my mouth and close my eyes, remembering how her tongue fought against mine until she submitted to me and allowed me the control I so desperately need.

I push the cool metal between my lips, sucking the flavor from it like I did her clit, and my cock weeps against my boxers as if it has a mind of its own and remembers the softness of her skin on my tongue.

When I’m slightly satisfied, I place the spoon back in the pot. Knowing her lips will be wrapped around the spoon and tasting me has my cock leaking in envy.

Then I turn back to the refrigerator and locate her smoothie and pull today’s sedative from my jeans pocket. By the time she’s done her workout this evening, the sedative will be in full effect, then she’ll be fast asleep and oblivious, just how I like her.

After closing the door, I stride down the corridor with exhilaration ravishing my body. I take the stairs two at a time and ignore how the waistband on my jeans pinches the tip of my cock as I race toward her room.

Pure, unadulterated desire rushes through me when I throw open her bedroom door and the familiar scent and warmth of her wraps around me.

Unlike when I sneak into her room at night, I don’t have to tiptoe around and worry about being discovered. Moving through her home so freely during the day has my body wired with a need to feel satiated, and right now, there’s only one way to do just that.

Rummaging through her wash basket, I replace her panties among the towel she will have used after showering this morning, and once the soft satin of the material is wrapped around my fingers, I march into the adjoining bathroom.

I take the container of coconut body lotion from the side of the bathtub and stand in front of the mirror, unscrew the lid, and lift it to my nose. My eyes roll with the scent of us combined, and the fact she has no clue heightens the thrill. The coconut lotion infused with my cum is like liquid gold and has me rushing to unbuckle my belt and pop open my jeans. The thought of her walking around all day wearing me is almost too much to bear as I tug down my boxers and let my solid cock spring out. It hits my abs, and the stickiness that leaks from my slit has my hand rushing to fist it. I lather my cock in the lotion and drive into my palm like a savage. Each thrust of my hips is like ecstasy as I unravel three days’ worth of pent-up need into a pot of body lotion. I imagine her naked body standing in front of this very mirror in all her glory, her flaming-red hair shimmering beneath the lighting as she glides her hands over her pale smooth skin. Unwittingly rubbing in my cum and allowing it to seep into her bloodstream adds fuel to my raging fire.

The way her tits sway as she coats herself in me has my balls aching.

“Fuck, baby, you like me covering you, don’t you?” I pick up pace and thrust harder, dipping the tip of my cock into the pot. “Fuck, yes,” I growl as I grind my teeth.

My hair falls over my eyes as sweat beads on my forehead, and the muscles in my back strain as tingles shoot up my spine, then my fist works quicker. Choking, I come hard, my body burning with fervor as I unload my warm cum into the pot. I squeeze the tip of my cock, drawing out the pleasure and ensuring every drop blends with the lotion.

As I come down from my orgasm, my chest heaves. I tuck my spent cock into my boxers, then use my finger to mix my cum into the lotion, providing her with the perfect combination to cover her sacred skin.

When I withdraw my hand, I lift my T-shirt and rub the remaining lotion over my scorched heart, bringing with it comfort. I won’t have to wait too much longer; in three days’ time, my plan comes together and brings an unbridled beginning with it.

Lounging on her bed with my head resting against her pillow, I scroll through the footage of her leaving the house this morning and smile. She’s fucking adorable when she’s flustered, and I cannot wait to see if her ass turns the same sexy shade of red as her cheeks do when I spank her time and time again. Her work attire fits her perfectly, but I grind my teeth at knowing someone else is benefiting from seeing her dressed like that. Not for long, though. When I reveal myself, I’ll get to witness her dressed like this every damn day, up close and personal, and I cannot fucking wait for it.

When I need somewhere to feel calm, this is where I come. She’s the eye of my storm, my safe place when I’m surrounded by such chaos and destruction. She’s my home, and I cannot wait to be in it, literally.

Full of contentment, I breathe in the scent of her shampoo on the fabric of the pillow and savor it, remembering her resting her head on my chest, completely spent and at my mercy.

The sound of a car coming up the drive has me pulling up the external camera, and my heart misfires when it’s her. “Oh shit.” My pulse races with my mind as I wonder why she’s home so soon.

She throws open the car door as I slide off the bed and dart my eyes around the room to look for a place to hide. My eyes latch onto the window, yet I can’t bring myself to use it—not when there’s a chance we can be in the same room together again. The thought stirs my cock back to life.

The car door slams, and her heels click against the pathway. What the hell am I thinking?

The veins on my temple pulsate, and I freeze like a startled animal caught in the headlights.

Then the turn of her key has me snapping out of it and my feet moving as I finally decide to hide under her bed. My body hits the floor as her front door closes and the soft sound of her voice filters through. “I don’t know how the hell it happened. I was in a rush, and I misjudged the placement of the cup, knocking the lid off in the process.”

“Are you okay?” Sharna replies. After spending so much time analyzing Hallie’s days, I’ve become accustomed to her best friend too. They’re on speakerphone as her footsteps move closer to the bedroom, causing my heart to hammer and my cock to thicken. Yet when I process what Sharna is saying, panic barrels into me. Is Hallie hurt?

My spine straightens and I’m two seconds away from revealing myself when the bedroom door flies open, taking my breath with it.

“I’m fine. It was just iced tea.” My shoulders sag as she continues on. “It’s going to be a bastard to get out of my dress, though.” She giggles, and my lip quirks at her cuteness.

“Okay, as long as you’re okay. Don’t worry about Tony. Show him a bit of cleavage, and he’ll be fine.”

My molars grind. Show him fucking cleavage? What the actual fuck, Sharna?

“Eww,” Hallie responds, settling my immediate anger.

Sharna laughs. “Speak later.”

“Bye.” Hallie throws her phone onto the bed and swings open the bathroom door. Her reflection in the bathroom mirror steals the air from my lungs.

Fifteen fucking weeks since I’ve been as close as I am right now—awake, at least. Yet I still can’t touch her, and my god, she’s just as beautiful. She has an ambiance about her that settles me, a kindness like I’ve never known and a sexiness almost alien to me. She tilts her hips from side to side, scrutinizing the splash marks on her dress, and I almost whimper at the thought of my cum marking her the same way. Splashes of my glory would look impeccable on her while she pleads for more and I deliver it tenfold, making her Daddy’s little cum slut. The head of my cock leaks pre-cum, and I shift uncomfortably.

She huffs, breaking me from my thoughts, then grabs the hem of the dress and whips it over her head, sending her curls flowing down her back. When she drops her dress to the floor and reveals her red lacy bra and matching panties, my mouth drops open as air whooshes from my lungs. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Pain throbs in my balls, pulling me out of my haze, and when her eyes latch onto the pot of coconut lotion, I bite into my lower lip to prevent me from whimpering my approval.

Please. Please fucking do it.

My breath catches in my throat as she lifts the pot.

Oh, fuck yes.

She unscrews the lid, and I’ve no choice but to undo my jeans at the same time. Knowing my girl is about to cover herself in my cum sends a guttural need rushing through me, leaving me uncaring if she hears the sound of me jerking my cock.

I wrap my tattooed hand around my thickness, and my mouth waters as I pump it, watching with avid satisfaction as she rubs the lotion into her stomach. She hums a soft tune as her hand moves farther north toward her heavy tits, and my hips buck as I fuck my hand desperately. “Please, baby,” I whisper as I make out the darkness of her peaked nipple. My mouth waters as I imagine locking my lips around it, milking it while I pump my cock and feed from her.

Fucking please rub it on them too. Coat yourself with my cum and play with your nipples for Daddy while he strokes himself.

Her breath hitches, and I think she’s going to dip her hand into her bra, but she doesn’t, and I choke back my disappointment, but then she coats her fingers and massages it into the swell of her tits. They bounce with each touch, and I practically combust. My cock launches ropes of pre-cum, providing the perfect lubricant, but all I want is to punish her for the action because her touch would mean so much more.

She lifts her leg onto the counter, and I can’t help the sound of satisfaction that leaves my throat at seeing her so exposed. The thin fabric of her lace panties covering her little pussy lips has my orgasm rushing toward me. Her fingers shift closer to her pussy, and my abs contract to rein in my orgasm, but she breezes over her bikini line, and I long to lick the lotion from between her legs. She looks exquisite with her high heels on, in nothing but her lingerie. Every inch of her is utter beauty, and when she bends forward, giving me a front-row seat to her tits, I come undone. Pleasure zips up my spine, and I bite into my lip to prevent the roar desperate to release from deep inside my chest, piercing the skin and squeezing my eyes closed as the hot cum covers my hand and T-shirt.

When I finally open my eyes and tilt my head toward her, she’s rushing around the bathroom, then disappears into her closet. She comes back out moments later fully dressed, then breezes through the room and closes the door behind her, taking my comfort with her. I finally exhale the breath I’ve been holding and chuckle. “So fucking close, Rocco.” I grin. Her car starts, and I slide out from beneath the bed.

“So fucking close I can almost taste it.”