Insecure

Searching for a sweet surrender

I'm A Mess - Ed Sheeran

Yea, this was a mistake.

One big, sweaty mistake, slightly arousing mistake.

Ok, maybe a little more then slightly... Currently Ian is behind me with his muscular arms wrapped around me as he instructs me on how to get out of his grasp, but I really don't want to.

After struggling a few minutes I'm able to swipe my leg under his foot causing him to fall backwards with me on top of him. Ian groans as my ass lands on his crotch and I apologize profusely as I climb to my feet before holding my hand out to help him up.

"It's fine Sara, let's try again hm?" Ian suggests before coming at me from another position, I follow his instructions and smirk as I get him off of me causing him to fall back on the floor. "Very good." He nods before watching the class attempt to repeat our movements.

I grab a cold water and down it trying to soothe myself, it's been a while since I've been intimate and Ian's close proximity along with his good looks and killer body are weighing on me. We walk through a few more demonstrations, all my senses are heightened and driving me absolutely mad. Every touch, every time his breath fans across my skin....

I know it shouldn't get to me but it does, it really fucking does.

"Ok ladies, that's enough for today. I'll see you next week." Ian shouts, bringing the class and my torture to an end thank fuck.

I down another water and gather my things to leave when Ian stops me, "Could you help me clean up?" He asks as he itches the back of his neck nervously.

"Sure." I reply with a soft smile, "That was a good class today."

"Well I did have the assistant of my dreams." He says with a smirk, my face flushes as I look down and smile. "Help me drag this pad into the storage closet?" He pleads and I nod before gripping the heavy mat and pulling it into the large closet at the end of the room, I can feel Ian's eyes on me and try to ignore it as I'm already feeling vulnerable.

Maybe I should just go home? Yea I should definitely go home.

Ian shuts the door to the closet as we move that mat to the wall with the others, after lifting it up and stacking it with the other mats I go to walk back to the door but trip over a corner. Ian's hands go to my hips to try to keep me from falling but it's no use as I end up pulling him down with me. I fall flat on my back against the mat with Ian hovering over me, he chuckles at our awkward position but all I can do is quietly stare into his hazel eyes.

The tension is thick, the heat and need are taking over my body as I try desperately to fight it. My face must be unreadable as Ian peers down on me quizzingly, a look of realization washes over his face and he leans into me a little more testing my response.

But the only response I can offer is a soft moan.

Ian bites his lip before ducking his head down, his lips hover just centimeters over mine for a moment before pressing against mine softly. I grip his shirt and pull him down on me more as I return the kiss hungrily.

It was a perfect storm, the tension on top of my own sexual frustration then you add the fact that he's exceptionally good looking and this is what you get. 

Yet another teacher student tryst.

Kissing Ian felt better then kissing Nathan but still nothing like Harry,.... Why am I even thinking about him right now though?

Ian tugs my tank top off, I pull at the hem of his shirt and am met with the delicious ripples of his chest afterwards. His lips trail down to my neck then across the tops of my breasts before he pulls my sports bra down freeing them and allowing him to suck and tease at my nipples.

It was a whirlwind of lust and heat, before I knew it he was pulling on a condom and burring himself inside me. It felt different, not like what Harry and I had but also not like Michael. Ian was just as focused on my pleasure as his own, it felt good.

I felt good, I felt like for once I got to make a decision about sex without feelings getting involved. Not that what Harry and I had wasn't good, this is just pure pleasure. No emotions what so ever. It's just two grown adults giving into a mutual attraction.

As my orgasm washes over me I felt everything go away, all the hurt and resentment. All the bitterness and anger, I felt like I could finally look at life with a clear mind and decide what I want for my future.

No words were spoken, they weren't needed. The only sound filling the room was Ian's phone ringing. After catching his breath he pulls himself from me and runs over to his bad. "Hello?" He answers the phone as he disposes of the condom, I sit up and pull my bra back on right before locating my clothes that had been thrown around. "Oh shit, are you sure? Aright, I'll be right there baby just say calm." He coos into the phone and I furrow my brows.

"Everything ok?" I ask as I pull on my clothing, Ian avoids eye contact as he tugs on his own clothes.

"My wife is in labor."

Fuck I'm a god damn idiot.