Chapter 61: I love you

Iris had already drunk her water and was back to enjoying the expensive drinks, when two men showed up at their table.

"Mind if we sit?" the taller man asked, already pulling out a chair with an arrogant smile, as if the possibility of her saying no had never crossed his mind. His friend said nothing, merely eyeing her cleavage as though it were on the menu.

"I’m waiting for someone," she tried to sound polite, focusing more on her drinks than on the men.

"Then he’s late." The man leaned in. "A woman like you shouldn’t be drinking alone."

Iris tried to tell him to fuck off with polite words, but soon gave up and got up. The guy wasn’t listening anyway, so there was no point in talking.

She was already measuring the distance for a kick square in his nuts when she caught movement in the corner of her eye.

Arthur.

Wondering whether he would think she was too unladylike if she just kicked the guy out of their table, she lowered her gaze, curious to see what he would do.

"So, if you don’t want us sitting here, you can just come with..." Then the man moved to reach for her hands, but...

Arthur crossed the entire room in the blink of an eye, slapping the tall guy’s hand away. Iris’s heart almost jumped seeing how he protected her. Her cheeks flushed just a bit, as she allowed him to keep being her hero.

She loved to feel his possessive grip around her waist, and the way he pulled her against his muscular body. The teacher immediately melted into him, her big boobs smashed flush against his body, her whole body burning.

A moan spilled from her throat before she could stop it, her fingers curling into his shirt to keep her knees from giving out.

"So who are you?" Arthur stepped between Iris and the man, his voice alone enough to make the duo step back on instinct.

Iris smiled and clung tightly to him. She had never felt so protected; her whole body relaxed completely as she decided to leave the problem for Arthur to deal with.

All her drunk mind was capable of thinking at that point was how cool he looked, just like a prince who had come to save his princess... But could Iris really be his princess? The idea alone made her blush even more.

She felt a hint of disappointment when the two guys decided to back off immediately, going away. On the one hand, it was better that no one got hurt; but a dark corner of Iris’s mind had wanted to see her man fight for her.

Iris bit her lower lip, feeling impossibly horny from everything. So she got on her tiptoes and claimed his lips before he could even react.

The teacher kissed him like she wanted to devour him, her tongue sliding against his in a hungry dance.

She pressed her massive tits flush against his chest, grinding her hips into him shamelessly in the middle of the VIP lounge, and when his hands slid down to squeeze her ass through the jeans, she moaned straight into his mouth, loud enough for the nearest tables to hear.

However, her eyelids grew heavy mid-kiss, her grip loosened, and she slowly fell asleep in his arms, mumbling against his chest.

"...so hot..." she slurred, already gone. "...my stud..."

Arthur stood there in the middle of the VIP lounge, holding his sleeping teacher, unsure whether to laugh or sigh.

"That was fast," Vanessa said, appearing right beside them with a knowing smile. One look at Iris was enough for her to decide it was already time to go home. "Come on, stud. Let’s put this one to bed."

Arthur scooped Iris up in his arms, carrying her like a princess. It proved less hard than he expected, mostly because the girl had woken up amidst all of that, but was pretending to be deep asleep to be carried like that.

Arthur actually noticed that she seemed to be awake, but chose not to comment on it.

At the parking lot, one of the employees hesitated before handing Vanessa the car key, eyeing her flushed cheeks and wobbly stance.

"Ma’am, are you sure you’re in any condition to...?"

"I’m not driving, don’t worry." Vanessa waved him off. "Can I leave the car here and pick it up tomorrow? I just need to grab something from inside."

The man glanced at the odd trio, a guy carrying a sleeping woman who was very obviously smiling, and decided he didn’t want to know. He handed over the key.

Finally, the trio returned home in an Uber, Iris "sleeping" on Arthur’s lap the whole ride.

"Take care of Iris for me, will you?" Vanessa said as they stepped into her apartment. She stretched with a tired groan. "I’m going to get some water and sit down for a bit. I think I danced too much. My feet are killing me after wearing these heels all night."

She shuffled off to her room, leaving the two of them alone. It was obvious by the look in her eyes that what she actually wanted was to give them some alone time.

Arthur laid Iris carefully on the bed and was about to straighten up when her eyes opened.

Her heart was hammering against her chest. His face hovered inches from hers, soft-lit and so beautiful it made her chest ache, and with the alcohol still burning through her veins, she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

She jumped at him.

The teacher kissed him hard, pressing him down against the bed, climbing over him until she was sitting right on his crotch, both of them still dressed in their club clothes.

Arthur accepted her hungry kiss, already getting used to the way she liked to jump at him. Then his hands naturally found their way to her ass, squeezing through the fabric.

The kiss slowly became less hungry, and more intimate, until they slowly parted their lips, staring at each other’s eyes for a long second.

Iris couldn’t hold it back any longer. Her heart felt ready to burst, and the intense feelings that surged through her every time she looked at Arthur had become impossible to contain.

"I love you." The words tumbled out before she could stop herself. "I love you, Arthur."