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But instead of stopping, I actually quickened my pace, almost running to the car, feeling the hem of my dress slap against my thighs and my heart pounding in my throat. This is stupid. Stupid and ridiculous. I know I'm not acting like I used to… but I didn't care. Marek was waiting for me, and I liked it.
The SUV door opened the moment I reached it, and I quickly slipped inside, slamming it shut behind me. The interior smelled of leather, a faint trace of Marek's cologne, and… something else. Something hot, sharp, almost tangible. The air felt thick, tense. I turned to him and… oh my God.
Marek. His gaze. I instinctively lowered my head, feeling my cheeks literally burning, and whispered quietly,
— I'm sorry, teacher, for being late, I...
I didn't finish my sentence before his hand gripped my thigh tightly, and from that, a wave of heat spread through my whole body. I barely managed not to moan.
Marek slowly turned his head toward me, his gaze trailing down my figure, pausing on my chest, which was trembling slightly from breathing, without a bra. Damn, why did I decide to take it off?
— So what should I do with you, Miss Novak? — his voice was low, husky, with that rasp that made my throat go dry.
I swallowed and turned my gaze away, trying to look embarrassed, though a traitorous smile lingered on my face.
Marek, sitting behind the wheel, slowly squeezed his fingers on my thigh. His gaze was heavy, focused, almost hypnotizing. I felt a wave of heat pass through my body, and the skin under his hand seemed even more sensitive.
— Well? — His voice was low, guttural, almost growling. — What were you going to say, Miss Novak?
— Teacher, I tried, really… it's just… — I bit my lip playfully and pulled two hair elastics from my bag.
Something stirred inside me, but I didn't let myself think as I quickly, almost mechanically, gathered my hair into two ponytails. I felt Marek's fingers tighten on my thigh. His grip became firmer, hotter, and I involuntarily caught my breath, my fingers trembling as I tied the last ponytail, but I finished, purposely looking up at him from below.
— You… — He paused for a moment, staring at me, then licked his lower lip, as if deciding what to do next. — Do you understand how you look right now?
I blinked slowly, giving my eyes a guilty, almost childlike look.
— I just… wanted to look like a diligent student, Mr. Kowalski, — I whispered, biting my lip.
Marek growled. Literally growled.
And in the next second, he was already reaching for me, grabbing my waist, spinning me toward him. I gasped, not from fear, but from how quickly everything was happening. His hot fingers slid along my side, my back, and I shuddered when he suddenly pulled me closer.
— Do you understand what you're doing to me, Pola? — His voice was low, tense, and it literally made my legs go weak.
I gasped, barely opening my lips, but before I could say anything — his lips were already on mine. It was hungry, demanding, hot. I moaned when he squeezed my waist, pulling me even closer.
Damn, damn, damn… I completely lost my mind.
His hands started eagerly sliding over my body, squeezing my hips, lifting my dress. My fingers gripped his shoulders desperately, my nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. He pressed me against the car door, and I gasped when his palms found their way to my breasts, squeezing them, and I could feel how the tight fabric of the dress barely contained the weight that had filled them.
— Cholera jasna… — he exhaled, leaning in closer. — You have no idea how much I want you.
I knew. Oh, I knew very well.
And, to be honest, I liked it, but...
Oh God… Oh God, oh God, oh God, what am I doing? This isn’t me, right? I wouldn’t have done this before, I’m Mike, and Mike doesn't… Ah, to hell with it all!
I took a sharp breath, bit my lip, trying to hold myself together, but when his lips slid across my neck, when he gently bit it... I couldn't hold on anymore.
— Stop, Marek! — I pushed him away sharply, but not because I wanted to end it. No, I wanted something else. I wanted him to understand that the naughty girl must first atone for her sins. I looked up at him from below, trying not to reveal my emotions, putting on a semblance of guilt, sticking my lower lip out like a naughty student in front of a strict teacher.
Marek froze, his eyes wide with surprise. He clearly didn't expect this turn of events. The hand that had just been gripping my thigh loosened a bit but didn’t move away. He stared at me, as if trying to figure out what I was up to.
— Polya? — His voice was hoarse, tinged with confusion.
— Mr. Kowalski... — my voice was soft, almost apologetic, and I deliberately paused, glancing down at his jeans, — ...a student who misbehaves... must atone for her sins, right?
My fingers trembled as I slowly reached for Marek's belt. My heart was pounding so loudly it seemed to echo in the silence of the car. I felt my cheeks burn, and inside, everything tightened with a strange anticipation. I'd never done anything like this before. All this time with Marek, we’d had plenty of sex, but oral... It had always seemed too much for a decent woman, especially considering my memories of being Mike, let alone now. But right now... right now, something had clicked.
I tugged at the belt, feeling the skin of my palms grow damp. Marek froze, his breathing deepened, became heavier. His dark, hot eyes watched me with such hunger that it took my breath away. I slowly unbuckled his belt, then the button on his jeans, and finally, the zipper. Each movement was slow, almost hesitant, but inside, a storm was raging. I wanted this. I wanted him to feel how hard I was trying, how badly I wanted to please him.
When I finally got to his cock, my fingers shook slightly. It was hot, hard, and with just one touch, I felt shivers run down my spine. I swallowed, feeling my lips parting on their own, my tongue spilling out. I looked up at him from below, trying to make my expression guilty, almost childlike, but inside, something else was raging. I knew how this was supposed to be. I remembered how Mike liked it. And now, in this body, I wanted to do it just as well.
Slowly, almost uncertainly, I ran my tongue along his length, feeling him tense under my touch. My hands rested on his thighs to hold him steady, though he was already pressed against the seat. I ran my tongue again, this time with a little more confidence, and I heard him exhale my name.
— Polya... Cholera jasna... — he whispered, his fingers sinking into my hair, but not pressing, just holding me as if afraid I would stop.
I didn’t stop. On the contrary, I carefully took him in my mouth, feeling him shudder. His hand immediately gripped my hair, but gently, almost tenderly. I began to move slowly, listening to his breathing, his quiet moans. It was... pleasant. Surprisingly pleasant. I could feel my body responding to it, something warm and wet building inside of me. I would have never thought I’d enjoy this. But right now... right now, I wanted to keep going.
— Cholera... — he whispered, his fingers tightening around my hair. — Polya, you... you shouldn’t...
Shouldn’t? But I want to. The smacking noises I made seemed strange to me, and I gripped his shaft tighter, starting to move faster, feeling him get even harder in my mouth. My lips slid along him, my fingers gripping his thighs, and I felt him losing control.
There was a noise in the background somewhere, but I didn’t pay attention. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations. Marek groaned, and I squeezed my breast with my hand, starting to caress it gently, wishing I had a third hand to touch myself between my legs. But I didn’t get distracted — I wanted him to feel how hard I was trying, how badly I wanted to please him. I wanted him to know that I... that I...
A sudden thud on the roof made us flinch at the same time.
— Hey, stop that shit! — A piercing teenage shriek cut through the air. The door screeched open, letting in a rush of cold air.