Teacher's Pet (5 page)

“Eating bananas.” Her tone became very naughty. “I love the feel and taste of bananas in my mouth. There is something so … delicious about a banana. Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Rochester?”

“I can’t attest to that myself, ma’am.” He grit his teeth and tried to call up the layout of the room outside and all the names of the other players, but each time his mind tried to slip away, she yanked him right back in.

“But I do believe you’re a lady of honor, who should probably find a greener banana to … um … eat.”

She pressed herself to him and bit down on his earlobe. Her immaculate breasts pressed against him through that flimsy dress, letting him feel her pebbled nipples.

“But I am so good at eating bananas, Mr. Rochester. It’s one of the very best things I can do. Like my mouth was made for eating bananas.”

A haiku:

He was going to die in this tiny room, it was inevitable. If they didn’t end this teasing soon, she would destroy him. So he broke character. “How old are you, Lynn?”

“A lady never tells.” She swatted at him. “And a lady should never say she swallows every delicious drop a hard cock, oh my, I mean a
banana,
gives her.” She leaned in closer and grasped his bulge in her hand. “But I do.”

Matthew had tried to warn her repeatedly, hadn’t he? He had told her more than once he was too old for her. He’d tried to remain respectful with his hands despite wanting to ravish her until her orgasms rendered her unconscious with delight.

He had provided every out he was supposed to as a respectable gentleman. Matthew prided himself on being a nice guy who never took advantage of a girl or aided in her making a potentially terrible mistake by sleeping with him. He couldn’t stomach being
that guy
to someone.

But this? Oh god,
this
.

He couldn’t fight her anymore.

He didn’t want to fight her anymore.

He wanted to fuck her senseless. And she very clearly wanted the same. Wasn’t it then irresponsible to deny them both?

His want infused his voice. “I’m warning you, Miss Eyre. The second you put your mouth on my cock, I will fuck you until your petticoats fall to the floor. I will lay you out on the fainting couch and lick you to orgasm in front of everyone. I’ll fuck that dirty little mouth of yours until I fill you with my cum, and you’ll be begging for more.”

He heard her gasp and moan at the simple mention of his words. She parted her legs willingly when he lifted her dress and ran a finger along the cusp of her pussy. Her panties were soaked and she whimpered, thrusting against him, body begging for more.

He could fuck her right here, right now.

The others were too drunk and excited to notice their absence or hear his little Juliet scream through the walls—because she would be screaming.

“Now, now, my little teacup.” He purred into her ear and ran along her length again. He slipped her panties to the side so his fingers could touch her wetness. “Let’s not be too hasty. I thought you were hungry?”

“Oh, Mr. Rochester,” Lynn tried for the accent, but failed. She was breathy and too aroused to keep up her act. “You have no idea how hungry I am.”

He grabbed the back of her head and whispered in her ear, “Show me.”

She fumbled with his belt and voices assaulted them from outside.

“Hey, what’s this? Is it a door?”

The door flung open, flooding the small closet with light, and giving them a perfect view of Matthew and Lynn entangled, her hands down his pants.

“
Y
ou guys were so fun
!” Naomi threw her arms around Matthew and Lynn’s necks and squeezed. “Thanks for making this a bomb-ass birthday party. Also, good luck getting your freak on!”

With a wink and a knowing giggle, Naomi and her friends made their way through the streets to a string of bars. Lynn waved as she left and turned to Matthew when they were out of sight.

Ever since she’d cornered him in the Escape Room, his Juliet turned into a tigress, he her prey.

And she was none too happy their interlude had been interrupted.

Matthew was delighted to play the role of prey. After her bare hands had grazed his cock, he was done for. There was no more dancing around the issue, no more protests, no more weak attempts to stave her off. She was going to be his. Soon.

He checked his phone for the time. “We still have a bit before your ferry gets here, right?”

She nodded.

“What do you feel like doing next? I took you to the Escape Room, now it’s your turn to pick.” And please, God, pick him.

Lynn hopped to her tiptoes, grabbed his face, and pulled him in for a hot kiss. Matthew bent her backwards slightly and claimed her mouth with his own. Their tongues danced together, speaking all the truths and desires they kept locked away and secret, begging one another for something more.

She broke away, panting slightly.

“Next, you invite me back to your place like a goddamn gentleman, and do every last thing you’ve been dreaming of doing to me all night.” She stared at him directly in the eye. “Every. Last. Thing. Twice.”

Matthew groaned and pressed his hardness against her. “That’s a tall order, little girl. I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.”

“I think I’m getting into the apartment of a really sexy guy who can’t stop undressing me with his eyes. I think I’m getting with a guy who wants to lick me until he’s covered in my orgasm. I
think
I’m getting you, with your legendarily huge cock, which hasn’t been able to contain itself in those tight pants since the moment our lips touched on stage.” She grabbed him again and squeezed. “Though I could be wrong.”

“Fuck no.” Matthew kissed her again, this time holding on her to angelic face and fucking her mouth with his tongue. In a few short minutes, he was going to be doing the exact same thing to her swollen pussy. “I can never deny a lady’s request.”

He grabbed her by the wrist and led her down into the subway. He thanked every star in the emptied sky he lived so close, because each ticking second that kept her clothes on was one second too many. He couldn’t keep his hands off her and she couldn’t keep hers off him. They barely broke apart to get their tickets out of their respective wallets and clawed at each other’s clothes as they struggled through the turnstile.

Lynn picked an emptied car near the back and pushed Matthew into a seat. She straddled him and raised herself up to twirl her hair around her hand and over her shoulder. He pulled her into him, inhaling the scent of her perfume around her amazing tits.

Every woman should have breasts like his Juliet. They were perfectly sized, big enough to fit his large hands around, small enough to be perky without a bra. Which, he noticed, she wasn’t wearing anymore.

He had no idea when she had slipped it off and into her purse, but it made him harder.

He shoved the fabric back and exposed a milky white breast. Her nipples were tiny and erect, like little candies on paper. She moaned and rocked into him as he bit down on her nipple. Each flick of his tongue wound her up tight and pulled sexy noises from her mouth.

He took her breast in his mouth and sucked lightly, enjoying the taste of her soft skin, and she bent over him, enveloping them in a curtain of her hair.

“There’s someone else in the car,” she whispered. He sucked again and she groaned.

“Do you want me to stop?” He sucked again.

“God no.”

They slowed to a stop. Matthew tucked her breast back into her dress and slid her off of him. There was no masking the raging boner he had, and he had no plans to.

Let the whole world see he was about to fuck this beautiful specimen of a woman until neither of them could walk.

A haiku:

Lynn appeared to be in sexual agony. She kept trying to shove his hands up her dress as they walked. He promised it was only a block away, but it looked to be a lifetime. Matthew pinned her against a storefront brick wall and kissed her hard. He bit her bottom lip and squeezed her tight ass.

“Half a block more, baby, and I promise I will relieve every bit of stress you have in this goddamn sexy body.”

“Can we run?”

Matthew picked her up over his shoulder and hauled her up the stairs to his walk-up. He fumbled with his keys, and took longer than necessary because he could smell her, smell her sex through her dress, and could barely keep himself still.

He opened the door and set her down in the entryway. “It’s not much, but …”

“I don’t care, just fuck me.” She jumped around his waist and kissed him.

Matthew carried her into his room and laid her out on his bed. Thank God it was the day his maid came over, so his bed was made and reasonably clean. It was the best thing his grandmother ever did for him.

“Let me undress you,” she begged.

Matthew stood back and let her. She nearly ripped the buttons off his shirt and threw it to the other side of the room. As she worked his belt, she kissed down his chest, pausing to nibble on each of his nipples and slide her tongue between the ridges of his abs. His pants dropped to the ground and she stared as his freed cock sprang to life before her.

“I don’t like wearing underwear.” He pulled her up but she tried to drop down to her knees. He smoothed her hair back over her ears. “Oh, no, my little Juliet. You suck me off and swallow me once I’m done fucking you. First, take off your dress.”

The tigress reappeared as she slipped the straps off her shoulders and the dress pooled around her feet. All she left on was a pair of lacy boy shorts, and
fuck
did he love lacy boy shorts. Her tits looked even better in the dim light of his bedroom, illuminated only by the streetlamp outside.

“Lie down,” he ordered.

She walked backwards, slowly, with a sultry smolder. At his bed, she crawled on all fours to his pillows and turned to spread her legs. Just like his daydreams on the roof. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her forward with a jolt.

He ripped her panties off and started at her ankles, kissing up her inner thigh and back down the other side.

He paused at her pussy to blow gently and felt his cock leap as she moaned and writhed against the comforter.

Matthew teased her more, licking her once before kissing her thighs, sucking her once before lavishing attention on her tits, letting a finger slip inside her as he made love to her sweet mouth. She was more than just putty in his hands; she was a ball of raw, desperate energy.

He ran his hands under her ass and pulled her pussy straight to his mouth. He licked her slowly, savoring the smell of her. He loved on her clit and watched her contort herself on the sheets, panting and moaning, pulling at her hair.

“Play with your nipples, Juliet,” Matthew commanded. “I want to see you tease yourself.”

She obeyed like a good little girl, giving him a show that drove him wild. Every flick of his tongue brought her closer to the edge. He loved every minute of it, but was certain no man had ever touched her or loved her in this way before. Never had a girl been so responsive to his touch. All of a sudden, the appeal of virgins made sense.

And then a thought struck him.

“My Juliet.” He slid a finger into her pussy and slowly fucked her with it, watching her hips rise and fall in rhythm.

“Yes?” She breathed.

“Has a man ever touched you like this before?”

She gasped again before shaking her head.

“That’s a shame.” He inserted another finger and sucked down on her clit until her body finally gave him the treasure he’d been seeking. She rocked and shook under him, crying out his name as she came. He never stopped touching her until she shuddered under his tongue and panted on his bed.

He slid a finger slowly down her tender flesh and grinned wickedly. “There will be many, many more of those.”

Matthew propped a pillow under her ass and rolled a ribbed condom across his length. She watched with large, hungry eyes and it made him want to parade around first, letting her get a full look at his cock. Perhaps he was biased, but he thought it was fucking perfect so far as dicks go.

He leveled himself to the bed so he slid right into her wetness. Lynn cried out as he pushed himself into her, pain and ecstasy carved into her face. She was so tight, the simple act of entering her threatened to send him over the edge. He steadied himself and thrust slowly, lightly, so she could get used to the size of him filling and stretching her.

“My Juliet.” He pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders and he used a finger to tease her clit. “Have you ever been fucked by a cock as large as mine?”

She could only shake her head, she was so twisted from arousal. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks flushed pink. His Juliet was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

“Have you ever been fucked by any cock?”

She said nothing for a moment, biting down on her lip and letting her hips match his rhythm as he thrust faster into her, reveling in her warmth. Then she shook her head, once. He groaned and had to stop, resting his head against her calf. This was so wrong. So fucking wrong and right and amazing.

A haiku:

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Please don’t stop,” she whimpered. “Don’t ever stop.”

It made him laugh. He ran his fingers down her thigh and asked, “What’s the matter, my Juliet?”

“I want you so bad,” she whispered.

“You have me in you right now.” He whispered back. He enunciated each word with a full thrust, where he pulled himself all the way out and then shoved his cock right back in. She cried out each time. “Do you like the way I fuck you?”

Lynn nodded. He took her hand and placed it on her clit. She immediately played with herself, which was easily the hottest thing Matthew could ever watch while fucking a girl. He spread his legs a bit so he could have a bird’s eye view to his cock fucking her and her fingers rubbing herself.

The familiar feeling of tingles through his balls grew dangerously close. He pulled out, dropped to his knees with her legs still over his shoulder, and licked her to another orgasm. She cried out louder this time, grinding her delicious pussy against his mouth and chin.

He could smell and taste nothing but her.

They snuggled on the pillows after, her kissing and tasting her sex on his lips, so she could come down gently from the back-to-back orgasms. As she moaned in delight at her own come on his mouth, she pulled on his cock with firm strokes.

“I don’t want to give up just yet,” he warned. “I have plans to fuck you for a long time.”

The devilish tigress returned. She crawled to her knees and arched her chest out, slowly rubbing her hands over her breasts.

“I think I could easily get you hard again. I’m amazed you haven’t come already.”

“You have no idea how hard it is not to right now.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, mesmerized by her sex. She ran her hands down her stomach and grazed across her pussy, and he began to tug on his cock. He needed to release.

“Let me.” She pouted, hair falling across her face. She did this thing where she pressed her arms against the side of her breasts, causing them to swell forward in his face. The accent from earlier in the evening returned.

“Remember, Mr. Rochester, I have a particularly grand fondness for bananas.”

Matthew reached out and stroked her hair.

“Is the lady certain she can handle such a banana?”

That devilish look, fuck him. He propped himself up against his pillows and watched her slink down his body, kissing him everywhere she went. Lynn ran the flat of her tongue along the underside of his cock and took one long suck of his head. The intensity of her suction was so powerful his hips thrust into her mouth of their own accord.

She grabbed his cock at the base and stroked him while she licked him like a lollipop, hard and long. While she twisted those perfectly plump lips around his shaft, she seduced him with her eyes, fucking him in two ways at once.

Her mouth felt just as good as her pussy.

And she wasn’t lying, she knew her way around a cock.

He gave her minimal instruction, and she took everything he said without question, sucking and pumping his shaft with her soft hands.

“You sure you can swallow?” Matthew grunted. His balls ached with the desire to blow his entire load. He wanted to cover her in it, but sending her home on the ferry covered in come seemed like a dick move.

Lynn stopped what she was doing, looked him straight in the eye, and took his entirety in her mouth. When he felt himself hit the back of her throat, he lost all control. This wasn’t just some bullshit tiddlywinks orgasm.

He felt like his body was going to completely empty out into her as he fucked her throat. Matthew grabbed the back of her head and forced her down as he thrust, listening to her gag and suck everything he had for her. She cupped his balls and squeezed, taking everything like a good little girl, until he thought his bones would liquefy and shoot out, too.

Matthew collapsed back on his bed and panted. “Fuck, Lynn. Just … fuck.”

“I told you.” She crawled up beside him, very proud of herself. “Your cock is amazing. I’ll do that any time.”

He pulled her in close and kissed her gently, tasting himself this time, mingled with the lingering taste of her own cum. It was a dizzying concoction. Between her bare tits pressed against him and the sensual way she worked her tongue, he was starting to grow hard again.