All Chapters of The Teacher's Obsession: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Mason tenses slightly at the mention of Mason but continues pouring his drink, pretending not to notice. Jace is silent behind me, his presence steady. "But he didn’t know? About the two of you?" Alex asks, frowning as he takes another sip. "You seem pretty in love." “No," I say immediately, shaking my head. "Why would he date me if he knew?” Alex hums thoughtfully, nodding. "Hmm... makes sense." I shift my hips slightly beneath the bubbling water, pressing my ass back into Jace. His warmth against me is distracting, but my attention flickers to the sound of approaching voices. A group of teachers gathers on the lounge couch nearby, the faint chocolate stain still visible on the fabric. But it isn’t them that catches my attention—it’s Sarah, holding up a bottle of expensive-looking alcohol. Her husband trails behind her, already pulling everyone into hugs. “Any room for more?” Sarah asks, her smile wide. Her gaze flickers to me and Jace, her eyebrows arching knowingly. “Jace. No

“Time to go!” Jace barks, his voice cutting through the drunken haze like a whip. “No!” “I don’t want to go!” “You can’t do that!” The chorus of protests fills the air, but Jace stands up in the jacuzzi, commanding silence and demanding attention. All eyes fixate on him. His half-naked body glistens in the soft light, water streaming down his chest, making every muscle look almost carved. My breath catches in my throat. The sight of him is devastating. His skin gleams, his broad shoulders rising and falling with restrained authority. He’s utterly magnetic, and it takes everything in me to stay upright. I want to lick him. I’m not the only one affected. Charlie and Grace visibly lose themselves in the moment. Their stares are shameless, their reactions betraying exactly what they’re thinking. Their nipples are hard. Jace clears his throat, breaking the spell. “I don’t want vomit in my house,” he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Besides, I want to go to bed

“What are you doing?” I ask, my gaze flicking to the clock. We need to leave soon, and as much as I want him to touch me, we can’t afford to be late together. We have to be careful, no room for mistakes or suspicion. We need to avoid any suspicion. “Having a little fun with you today,” Jace replies, his voice low and teasing. “I could stare at this all day,” he adds in a dreamy tone. A sudden pressure inside me makes me gasp. Something is sliding in. It’s round, a little cold, and instinctively, my muscles clench, holding it in place. “What’s that?” I ask, my voice sharp. Jace doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulls out his phone, showing me a pink screen with a few buttons on it. His hand finds its way to my ass, and with his other hand, he presses the large, round button on the screen. The ball inside me vibrates. I jerk, gasping, and my hips crash into the kitchen island. “Oh my god!” I protest, surprised. “Still so sensitive,” Jace grins, his hand still firmly on my a

The ball inside me vibrates again. I can't look up—not with everyone around me—but I bite my lip, nerves coursing through me. Lina slips her arm around me, sighing deeply in contentment. My hand massages her head before running through her hair again. The little, annoying ball vibrates once more, setting some of my muscles on fire. I clear my throat awkwardly. Lina doesn't notice. She's too busy drooling over me from the massage, but I know Jace is watching. Lina's hand slides from my waist up to just below my breast. She's not even realizing what she's doing, but I feel my temperature spike, especially when the ball vibrates again—this time softer, like it's teasing me. The last time Jace gave me an orgasm feels like forever ago. I was too tired this weekend, and he refused to touch me on Friday. The last time I had any release was before Mitch was shot. "We need to go, girls," Hannah says, snapping me out of my daydream about the sexcapade at the lake. My body shifts, ready for

The vibrations intensify when Jace groans against my skin, and I press my clit against his fingers, consumed by the urgent need building inside me. I need this. I need him. The ache is so intense it feels like it might break me. I’m in a frenzy, my nails digging into Jace's skin, as I feel an overwhelming wave coming. I hold onto it, summoning it faster, pushing his fingers deeper. I moan in his ear, whispering words I don’t fully understand, but they feel like a mantra, desperate and raw. I lose all sense of time and space when Jace slides a finger inside me, pressing his thumb down. It’s like I’m falling off a cliff, the fall so fast and intense I think it might swallow me whole. It’s a death I welcome. My entire body locks up, muscles tightening as my orgasm crashes over me. I cling to Jace for support, riding out the waves of pleasure, barely aware of anything else. Still in the haze of my high, Jace pulls back, his zipper sounding too loud in the quiet space. My senses are