Teach Me by Alla Kar

desperation.
    “Did you hear me?” Shay asked, looking up at me.
    “No, actually I think I saw some alcohol that a student had. I’ll be back, promise.” I walked away before she had a chance to say anything. I pushed my way through the crowd of swaying students. Sarah had made it to the top of the stairs when I got to the bottom. Her long tanned legs went on for miles underneath her short dress.
    “Mr. Downs, I think I saw someone with some alcohol. Would you come up here and check?”
    I smiled. “Sure thing, Ms. Thomas.” I took the stairs two at a time. She was smiling when I got to her. “I think you’re hiding something under that dress for me, Sarah.”
    She laughed as I threw her over my shoulder. I went toward the first bedroom locked the door and threw her up against the wall. “You should be ashamed wearing that dress in front of me,” I growled into her ear, my fingers running up to her underwear.
    “Mr. Downs, I believe you like it.” She ran her tongue against my throat, tugging my jacket off of my shoulders. “Now, I want to see those clothes on the floor for my great grade today.”
    “Not a problem,” I grumbled, tearing my shirt and pushing my pants down. She pulled her dress off and my mouth dropped off.
    “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, Sarah.”
    “You like it?” she whispered.
    I nodded and ran my hand down the lingerie hooking from her underwear to her bra. “I love it,” I said. “Now, let’s get it off before I explode.”
    She laughed, unclasped her bra and slipped out of it. All the while, I slipped down to my boxers. Before she could comment I slipped my tongue inside of her mouth and gripped her ass with my palm. She moaned and parted her lips wider.
    “Liam,” she moaned, while I traced down her jaw to her breast.
    Bam. Bam. Bam . “Who is in my room?” someone yelled.
    Sarah glanced up at me and widened her eyes. “Shit.”
    Bam. Bam. Bam . “Put your clothes on,” I said. She pulled her dress over her head while I put my jeans back on and grabbed my shirt and jacket. “We’re going to have to go out that window.”
    “What? Do you want us to fall and die?”
    “Do you want to get caught?”
    She huffed. “Come on then.”
    Grabbing her arm, I pulled her over the window and slid it up. All the while, the guy continued to slam his fist on the door. “I’m going to bust the door down in five seconds. One. Two. Three. Four. Five.” He started to kick the door.
    “Shit,” I said, sliding out before her onto the top of the roof. “Come on, baby. Put one leg over. The Hulk over there is gonna bust the door down, you heard em.”
    Sarah nodded, and crawled out the window carefully. She clung to me while I shut the window. “Here, there is a trellis. I’m going to climb down first, then I need you to come down. Hide over there for now, okay?”
    Sarah smiled over at me. “Isn’t this some shit?”
    “You’re telling me.” I climbed down the trellis and motioned for Sarah to come down. I could see up her dress as she climbed down but it wasn’t the time or place to be turned on. I had completely lost my hard on once The Hulk started beating on the door. “Okay, I gotcha.”
    She huffed and pushed her blonde bangs from her forehead. “Okay, so that didn’t go as planned. I heard the guy stalking through the room when I was about half way down. God, what a crazy ass.”
    “He needs to get some anger management.”
    “So, what now?” she asked.
    I grabbed her waist. “I guess we go home.”
     
    The sun was blinding me from a crack in my blinds. It was early, but Layla was licking my face. I smiled and patted her back, running my fingers over her soft fur. “Hey, girl. I’m up. I’m up.”
    I leaned up and looked to my left. Sarah was lying on her back, no shirt and her arm over her head. My morning wood reminded me how damn hot she was. She stirred, turning over on her belly. The soft skin of her back was begging to be touched. I leaned