In His Eyes (Interracial Erotica)

In His Eyes (Interracial Erotica)

Violet Williams

Published by Quiver Publishing at
Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Violet Williams

Bree Kingston has always carried a flame for
her handsome co-worker, Callum Rhodes. When they both end up at a
conference in Vegas, his admission that he’s always had a thing for
her too will lead to a night neither of them will forget…

In His Eyes is an interracial erotica short
story (5,041 words). It contains explicit sexual content.

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****

Bree Kingston bit her lip as applause erupted
from the crowd as she concluded her presentation. Two and a half
years of teaching smart ass high-schoolers who cared more about
twitter and the clock reading 3pm made stage jitters damn near
irrelevant. The heat that radiated over her body had less to do
with her lecture on engaging a new generation and getting them
excited in the classroom and more to do with Callum Rhodes.

As he gazed up at the stage with his piercing
green eyes, she jetted back to her first day at Jamison High. She
was fresh out of Baylor U., suddenly worrying if she was really
ready to stand in front of a class and wrangle the inner city
students that were looking at her like she was fresh meat.

When some kid named T-bone tryed to 'holla at
her', Callum's voice had rumbled just behind her, sending the kid
off to class. Even then her attraction bloomed between her legs
when she took him in. He had golden skin and an easy smile. When
her eyes took note of his wavy brown hair and muscular physique
beneath his Jamison Phys. Ed tee and jeans, she knew that the
teacher fraternization rules were created because of guys like him.
Guys that looked at women like they were the only person on earth.
She'd stammered a hello and he'd introduced himself. Her arousal
had turned to guilt when she saw the wedding band gleaming on his
finger.

He'd been off limits, but she found that she
searched for any reason she could to cross paths with him, having
lunch the same period as his, volunteering to be on committees he
signed up for, always making sure her clothes, her hair was on
point. Two and a half years later and he had a tan line on his left
finger where that ring used to be. He was finally untethered. Ripe
for the taking.

She did a weird bow combo and her kitten
heels clacked as she walked to the wings of the stage. Once she was
out of sight, she breathed in and out, nice and deep. She gripped
the table behind her and swiped a bottle of water, chugging it,
trying to relax. It didn't do anything to quench her real thirst,
her real desire.

She wanted Callum to pull her close, raking
his fingers through her dark, wavy hair, even though she'd spent
almost an hour flat ironing it to make it fall just so. She wanted
him to kiss her, breathe her in, even though she took her time
outlining her plush lips. She wanted him to unzip the side of the
cotton candy pink dress that hugged her curvy frame, regardless of
the fact that she'd gone without for the pricey frock, all out of
fool's hope. A hope that he'd get to the heart of her, strip off
her lacy strapless bra and thong, and look at her with his emerald
eyes as he drunk her in with his gaze before his hands took
over.

Those strong, sure hands that drilled the
boys P.E. class on the track would run a circuit up and down her
bare ebony skin, clutching her breasts, flicking at her chocolate
nipples. It would be so hard to breathe as his hands continued to
blaze downward, over her stomach, down and around to the curve of
her bottom. He'd clasp her ass tight as he drew her in for another
kiss. He'd taste so spicy, with hints of cinnamon and musk, that
Irish Spring soap aroma wrapping her in an embrace as warm as his
arms.

She'd trail her hands down his ripped chest,
pausing when she hit the dark tuff of hair that fanned out before
she hit his groin. He'd be as hot for her as she was for him, his
cock already swollen, ready for what came next.

The bottled water would go flying as he
lifted her and laid her out, the flimsy table standing in for the
countless daydreams she'd had as she sat behind her desk, praying
for a day when he'd come in and show her that those dimples, the
way he licked his lips when he saw her, were all signs of the
attraction on his end as well. He wanted her just as bad.

She'd lean back and spread her legs, her lust
wafting out as he inhaled as he stroked his erection and stepped
forward. He'd look down at her, his eyes so rife with passion. With
want.

"Bree," he'd whisper. "Bree..."

"Bree?"

Bree gave her head a shake, her eyes focusing
as she snapped from her fantasy. Suzie Cullen, her best friend
since she started at Jamison, stood in front of her. Suzie was an
art teacher with a penchant for screwing everything male that moved
even though she had a doting hubby at home. Her features made a
collective frown, a puzzled look on her face. "You okay, B?"

Bree forced a smile, finishing her water and
tossing it in the recycling bin. "I'm fine."

"Good," Suzie grinned. "You did great, by the
way. Real inspiring." She lowered her voice. “Callum couldn’t take
his eyes off of you.”

The admission sent a whole new flutter of
butterflies to Bree’s already sensitive nerves. She hated to admit
it, but she’d always thought Suzie was more his type: white, with
long golden hair, a petite frame, and an outgoing personality.
After all, the few times Bree had seen Callum’s ex-wife had
confirmed it. She’d been the spitting image of Suzie, lean and
blonde, with ice cold eyes.

“R-really?” Bree stammered in disbelief. “He
was looking at me?”

Suzie nodded as she shepherded Bree toward
the stairs where most of the audience had fanned out off to explore
the city, just as stir crazy as the students they all taught. It
was July and they were at a teacher's conference in Vegas, a month
before it was back to the grind.

Suzie waved at a small group of teachers that
loitered near the stage, all Jamison teachers. Callum was in the
center of the group, his handsome face lighting up as he
laughed.

Suzie looped her arm around Bree's shoulders,
pulling her the rest of the way as she stepped up to the huddle.
"Three cheers for Jamison's own!"

Congratulations rippled across from her
colleagues, but Bree heard only his.

Callum flashed her a lopsided smile that
melted her into a puddle every time. "You were amazing, Bree."

She cleared her throat, looking down at her
feet. "Thanks."

Suzie leaned in, her face full of mischief as
she scanned the group. "So who's up for a little sin tonight?"

Almost everyone echoed their approval and
followed her out into the lobby, but Bree hung back with
Callum.

He gave her a playful nudge with his elbow.
"You headed out tonight?"

Bree shrugged, kicking herself for retreating
to her shell. She was always the hunter under normal circumstances,
but there was something about Callum that turned her into a
bumbling idiot. "I-I don't know. Are you?"

He winked at her. "Well that depends if a
certain English teacher comes out. Keeps me honest and what
not."

Bree's mouth fell open. He was talking about
her. Was he flirting with her? She let out a nervous chuckle.
"Well, when you put it like that..." She nudged him back. “Maybe
I’ll make an appearance.”

They pushed into the lobby, alive with dings
and chatter as people milled around snapping pictures and huddled
around slot machines. Suzie was eyeing a group of frat boys with
interest, wiggling her hips for effect.

Bree let out a groan. “I better keep an eye
on her.”

Callum touched her forearm, sending a jolt of
electricity through Bree that turned her legs to Jello. "Hope I see
you tonight."

She watched him walk to the elevator, his
muscular frame promising her delights that made her core clench.
She should say something, something clever. "Yeah, uh, you too."
She let out a groan. Real smooth.

Suzie started backing it up to some invisible
dancer and Bree laughed in spite of herself. She was really
something.

“Come dance with me!” Suzie begged, giving a
shimmy that made her chest almost pop from her blouse.

Bree walked toward her, steering her friend
toward the elevator. "If you're this bad without any alcohol, Lord
help us all when we go out tonight."

As they stepped into the elevator, Suzie's
blue eyes doubled in size. "We? You're coming out?"

Bree nodded. "I'm coming out."

"Oh my GOD!" Suzie squealed. "You're gonna
have so much fun--just you wait and see!"

Bree tapped her foot nervously, hoping her
friend’s words were true. Hoping tonight would be the night she
finally told Callum how she felt.

****

The sounds from the club beat out a steady
rhythm. The music was blissfully loud, blotting out everything
except the blaring notes that made Bree bop her head from left to
right. It kept her from hearing that niggling voice in the back of
her head that told her this wasn't her scene.

Sure, she was dressed the part—she wore this
slinky crimson blouse that hugged her in all the right places and
paired a sequin mini skirt with razor thin stilettos. She'd even
pulled her hair into a bun and wore her crystal encrusted cat eye
glasses, so she had this very naughty librarian thing going. But
killer outfit or not, it didn't change the fact that she felt
totally out of place.

If Bree was on one side of the spectrum,
Suzie was at the other end, totally in her element. She wore a
little black dress that left, well, pretty much nothing to the
imagination. She was gyrating in the middle of the dance floor with
some guy that had his hands glued to her ever shaking rear. When
Suzie threw her arms around the man's neck and started kissing him
like she wanted to swallow him whole, Bree turned away, not wanting
to see anymore. She loved Suzie like a sister--you know, the one
that's gorgeous but always makes bad decisions and ends up butt ass
naked in all the wrong guys beds—but she was a handful. Even though
the rest of the teacher's had decided against lighting up the town
and she would have been more comfortable tucked in bed with her
Kindle, when Bree saw that Suzie was already two sheets to the
wind, she knew she wouldn't get a lick of rest if she let Suzie go
out alone.

So there she was, stirring her cocktail,
trying and failing in her attempts not to think about Callum. He'd
seemed so gung ho about going out after the presentation earlier.
Why had he changed his mind?

Her inner crazy told her that some cocktail
waitress had probably caught his eye and now they were having wild,
unprotected sex.

She downed the rest of her drink, regretting
from coming out sinking in like a stone in the sea. "I wanna have
unprotected sex."

She damn near choked when she saw a familiar
face saddle up beside her. It was Callum. "Hey!" His olive eyes
glittered. "You look great, Bree."

Her mouth worked, but nothing came out.
He
looked great. He'd swapped his usual casual wear for a
blue button down shirt and dark jeans. His hair even seemed a
little more coifed than usual.

Speak girl, speak!
"T-thanks. You
look, um, great. Fantastic."

He brushed off his shoulder jokingly. "I
try." He signaled the bartender. "Rum and coke." He gave her an
easy smile. "Whatcha drinking?"