Teacher's Pet (6 page)

“You,” he grinned against her neck and gently bit it. “You are unbelievable. I don’t even think you’re real.”

He felt her smile widely. She curled into him and ran her hands across his chest. “Me? I’m just trying to keep up with you.”

He silenced her with kisses across her collar bone and down the narrow valley of her chest. She leaned backward, giving him her breast to lick. He loved the feel of her nipple in his mouth, the way it pebbled under his hot breath and how her whole body rolled under his control.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun them over so she was under him.

Starting with her lips, he worked his way back down her body, back down to the little treasure chest waiting for him between her legs. He’d always enjoyed going down on a girl because of how they writhed and twisted under his touch, but Lynn’s beautiful pussy was something he didn’t think he could ever get enough of.

Matthew had slept with more than enough girls to know each one was just a little bit different—different sizes, shapes, thicknesses, smells, and tastes. Lynn’s pussy may as well have been crafted just for him.

The delicate way her lips parted, the swell of her clit, and the way every brush of his tongue sent her moaning, made him want to do this all day, every day.

He was down to her feet, coming back up her thighs, and she was begging, pleading with him to relieve her tension. What a greedy little Juliet. He’d already made her come twice, and she couldn’t get enough. Of course she couldn’t.

No other asshole had ever pleasured her the way he did, no one ever loved on her clit, slipped fingers inside her to tickle her g-spot until she saw stars.

No one else had licked and nibbled across her ridges and valleys; treating them like a melting popsicle, ready to catch every drop.

Was it really possible no man had ever been inside of her?

He was the lord commander of her pussy and he was going to claim it in the name of his cock. He wanted to ruin her for everyone else, make it impossible to ever have another orgasm unless it was him between her legs, making her scream his name into the early morning hours.

“Tell me you like it,” he said against her clit. She seemed to like the vibrations. “Tell me how good it feels.”

She panted. “It feels … amazing.”

“How amazing?” he gently encouraged. “We’ll play a game. You tell me, and if I find it acceptable, I’ll lick you again.”

Lynn groaned. “I feel so silly.”

He half-licked her, and she rolled under him, frustrated. “Try.”

“Okay.” She covered her face. It was so goddamn cute. “It feels like … like you’re lighting my body on fire. But a good fire.”

He licked her across the length of her cunt, long and slow. She shivered. “Good girl. What else?”

“Like my whole body is going to explode. Every time you stop touching me, I think I might die a little.”

Another long, slow lick. This time, she cried out. He
tsk
’d against her. “I don’t want my Juliet to die.”

“It’s like I need you to live. I need you to lick me forever.”

“It would be my pleasure,” he growled. In less than two seconds, she was screaming his name.

H
appiness
, Matthew decided, was being tangled up with Lynn under his rumpled sheets, feeling her breathe against him. It was the smell of her shampoo, the silky softness of her skin, and the tingles under the pads of her fingers as she stroked the light hair on his chest.

This girl should not make him want to stay here forever, but she had an inexplicable charm that captivated him. Sex with her wasn’t just an event, it was the whole goddamn tournament. She turned something carnal into something life changing. It was terrifying and incredible.

“Do you work your tongue magic on tons of girls?” Lynn asked, lazily drawing patterns on his chest. “Did they help perfect your technique?”

Matthew grunted out a short laugh. “That’s kind of an awkward question.”

“Is it?” She pursed her lips and wrinkled her forehead, like she didn’t much care. “Oh well. You can ask me the same about my fellatio skills. It’s okay.”

“I don’t know that I want to hear all about you cramming another guy’s dick down your throat. I like to pretend I’m the only one who’s been there.”

“Hmm.”

He ran his fingers along her back and she nestled into him. “Yes, I would say practice makes perfect. But every girl is a little different, so you learn to modify your technique based on that, I guess.”

“What’s my pussy like?”

His cock jumped a bit at the naughty word coming from her mouth. She definitely noticed. “Perfect.”

Lynn rolled her eyes and nudged him. “Yeah, right. You can’t just give me weird, inaccurate compliments to avoid answering questions you don’t like.”

“Sure I can.” He kissed her. Now, their kisses were less primal and more open, like love letters to one another. He could write a whole book with her. “Besides, I’m not lying. You have the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen, including the girls in porn. True story. I’d visit any time you’d let me.”

“Mmm.” She moaned slightly. Her hips began a gentle roll against his thigh. His Juliet was insatiable and relentless. “I don’t think I could say no to a visit.”

“I would hope not.” He kissed her again, taking his time to explore her thoroughly, ensuring each inch of her, inside and out, was marked by him. Matthew was never one to share, not really, but he would tattoo his name on her if he could.

The thought of anyone else erasing his fingerprints from her skin gutted him.

“I might now be a tad bit obsessed.”

Lynn sucked lightly on his neck, her light touches turning more aggressive. “What if I told you I’ve only actually seen one other penis in person?”

“That penis is very lucky.” He tried to ignore the context of the question and enjoy the feel of her hands all over him. Her kisses were hot against his skin.

“What if I told you I’ve only given head once, just one time, but I Googled how to give good head so I wouldn’t look like an idiot when I found a cock I wanted to suck?”

His cock was now ramrod. She teased him with tender, fleeting touches. For a girl who couldn’t have spent much time in the bedroom, she knew how to get under his skin immediately.

“I’d say you were either lying or an exceptionally good student.” Matthew swallowed hard. She flicked her tongue across his nipple and bit down on it. She seemed to like repaying the favor. “But I don’t think it matters either way.”

“I think it matters.” Lynn laid her head back on his chest. She was driving him crazy bringing him up hot and fast and then dialing it back. Matthew loved a good tease. The fucking was always better that way. “Because you’re the first one I’ve ever wanted to really touch, Matthew, the first one I’ve ever really wanted to touch me.”

That was big. “Why me? I’m just some dude you met at audition. But you, you’re fucking gorgeous. You have these big bedroom eyes and a fuckable mouth. You had me hard from the moment you put your lips on me. You can have anyone, my Juliet. Anyone.”

“I don’t want just anyone. I want you.”

“You’re silly.” He murmured against her head. “Stay with me tonight.”

“I don’t want to make you late for work tomorrow.”

“I would be late every goddamn day for you.” Matthew put an arm behind his head to watch her pump his cock. “Besides, I’m not working right now. Saved up enough money to take time off while audition season was in full swing. I bartend on occasion for a buddy when I need more beer money. So, I’m all yours.”

Matthew took his other hand and slipped it between her thighs to stroke her clit. She began to breathe heavily against him. He loved how ripe and untouched she was. It was exciting and so fucking sexy.

“I want to do that.” Lynn said after a moment. “I wish I could take off time to just focus on theater. The whole world is happening in the City, and I’m in exile on that damn island. It’s like being in prison.”

“I’ve come to your rescue.” Their stroking backed off a bit as they talked. Matthew was a little disappointed, but he also loved hearing her talk.

She smiled. “Thank you, kind knight. I just wish I could be you, in a way. You’re so brave, striking out and putting yourself out there time and time again. I feel like it will never be my turn, like I’m never going to actually get to live. It all feels so far away.”

“I think it always feels like that.” Matthew quickened his pace against her clit. He leaned forward to place a wet kiss on her nipple. Her moaning intensified and it gave him a huge burst of arousal. “Until you do something about it.”

“It’s not quite the same.” Lynn gasped against him. She started to pull harder on his cock. “You get to do this all the time. I admire that, how willing you are to jump in and live the life without a safety net. I’m not allowed to have the net cut off yet.”

Matthew nudged her onto her back and leaned over to attend to her other breast. He slipped a finger inside her, where she was again hot and wet and completely ready for him. “So take some scissors and cut it off. You have so much power in this tiny, sexy body. You just need to realize it.”

“I’m too young for power,” she whispered.

Matthew paused. She looked slightly embarrassed. Lynn pressed herself to him and kissed him hard. Her distraction almost worked. Almost.

He sat up. “Lynn. How old are you?”

She tried to get him to lie back down, but he wouldn’t. She crawled in front of him, lay out on her stomach, and began to lick the head of his cock. It was harder for him to pay attention, watching her fuck his cock with her mouth. Lynn was so just so good at it, and so hungry for it.

Each time she put her mouth on his cock, she looked like it was all she ever wanted. As soon as she removed her lips, sadness. She was created to blow him, created to take his cock in her mouth and pleasure him until he filled her up again and again and again.

She was like a living, breathing, sexy-as-fuck sex doll. Except she was so much better, felt so much better, was so much more funny and witty. Sex with her was mind-breaking. She didn’t thrill him with weird positions, she claimed him with an eagerness to learn.

Probably because she was too young. Entirely too young.

“Am I going to get arrested for fucking you?” He managed. His hand ended up on the top of her head, entangled in her hair, forcing her head against him. “Please God, tell me you’re legal. I don’t think I can pull you off my cock if you aren’t.”

She kept going, sucking more fervently now. Matthew struggled to keep his vision clear and his wits about him, but his body begged to forget all about it. There was a sexy girl unwilling to get off his cock. How could he say no? Stopping felt impossible. All he could think about, instead, was coming all over those luscious tits. Or maybe on her lips, like in the movies, where he jerked off into her greedy and waiting mouth.

Could he get her to swing around so he could lick her while she sucked him off? She was so enticing, so sexy, he wanted to pleasure her. There were some girls he wouldn’t want to touch and he could be perfectly content with not reciprocating after he received a blowjob. But his Juliet, his young, oh-so-young-Juliet, deserved to have him cater to that amazingly wet mound.

She couldn’t be too young, he reasoned. She was old enough to know what she was doing. And God, it was so hot. The idea of fucking someone so young and so new, fresh and ready to be picked and devoured, made him want to explode in her mouth.

Unless she was a minor, and then he could go to fucking prison. Which started to put the mood off. Seriously, he could not go to jail. Jesus fuck. He should have asked for an ID card on the subway before this all started. He’d heard horror stories all throughout grad school and should have known better. He pushed her off of him.

A haiku:

“Lynn.”

She sat up slowly, head bowed. “I’m not a minor.”

“So, how old are you?” Fear nearly killed his erection. Prison was terrifying, but fucking someone so young was still so hot. As long as she was legal. Please, please be legal.

“Please don’t be mad,” she begged. “Please.”

Shit. Oh
shit
. Matthew rubbed his hands over his face, erection dead. His wrists were already carrying phantom pains from imaginary handcuffs. “How old are you?”

“Look, it’s really not important. I promise. I’m young, but I’m not too young to know what I’m doing or what I want. And what I want is you.”

“Unless you’re too goddamn young to know what you want.”

Matthew jumped off the bed and starting pacing. If he took her with him to the police station, could she explain the whole thing? Since he brought her in and confessed, would he avoid jail time? Shit, if he went to jail, surely finding another job would be impossible. They would run his record and find this goddamn
felony
and not let him be around any of the students or kids.

Could he ever work in the theater again?

“I swear! There’s nothing to worry about!”

“Then how old are you?” This is what happened because he ignored his gut. Why would he do that?

She sighed and rubbed her arms. “I’m eighteen. Matthew, please, come back to bed.”

“Prove it.” He pointed at her, and was more forceful than he planned to be, but she couldn’t blame him. Not when she was seconds away from fucking his life over forever. “Prove to me you’re legal.”

She slid off the bed, dug in her purse, and brought over an ID card. “I’m eighteen. See? Do the math. I turned eighteen at the beginning of the year.”

Eighteen. God, that was even younger than he expected. He was almost twelve years her senior and she was barely out of school. He knew, just
knew
he should have stopped this earlier.

He looked up at her. She was perched on the bed, arms covering herself, biting down on her lip. She looked so distraught, so … embarrassed? Nervous? Was it because she lied or because she got caught?

But, she wasn’t a minor, right? He studied her ID, which looked legit enough. Eighteen. Eighteen and beautiful. He was fucking a teenaged girl, with perfect teenaged tits and an untouched, teenaged pussy.

His cock jumped again. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t a huge turn on. Every guy he knew looked twice or three times at the young chicks crowding the bars, eager to use their fresh IDs. If an opportunity ever presented itself to them with an untouched virgin wrapped in bows, they’d be ecstatic.

Lynn had basically insinuated she was a virgin. And that was really disturbingly hot. She also knew exactly how to drive him wild and how to suck his cock like a porn star. He couldn’t forget that part, because
fuck
she was good at it.

“If you want me to leave …” She picked up her things. “I’m sorry I bothered you.”

“No!” Matthew crossed to her. “No. I’m sorry. You’re just so young and I really thought I might be looking at the end of everything.”

He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and cupped her chin between his hands. He kissed her gently, over and over, until she opened again and kissed him back. Matthew picked her up and laid her back down on the bed and climbed in next to her. He ran his fingers down her torso, but she stopped him and pushed him down.

“Let me make it up to you. I lied and scared you. The least I can do is suck you one more time.” She pulled her hair over her shoulder with a pout.

Matthew nodded and leaned back, letting her take all of him in her mouth. She really was his Juliet, his young bride waiting to be taught how to fuck and how to pleasure a man in bed. He gently thrust into her mouth and she pumped his shaft in time to the motion, another hand cupping his balls. She was such a naughty little girl.

This was better than he could have hoped for. God, he could train her and groom her in all the right ways. He could teach her how to please him, how to have all the best kinds of sex, and literally live out every guy’s fantasy.

Hell, she could be young enough to be a student if he fell back on his MFA. College girls were an amazing breed, willing to try anything new, eager to please.

Matthew felt like he lucked into the goddamn sex lottery. He no longer cared about never hearing back from his audition. That agonizing script had landed him the best sex opportunity of his life.

“When do you have to go back to work?” Lynn asked. She ran her tongue against his length one more time and then crawled back up him. “How many more nights can we spend doing this? How many more ferries can I miss?”

“Planning on coming back?” he asked, delighted. He tried to contain his excitement so it wouldn’t scare her off.

She bit down on his lip. “I don’t think I could sleep without an orgasm from you ever again.”

Matthew groaned softly. “I have until the end of the summer. If I can’t get a solid gig by then, I’ll have to go teach or something. The clock is running down.”

“So, I’m fucking a future teacher. That’s kind of hot.”

Lynn shoved her tits in his face and he obliged, pressing her nipples together so he could take them both in his mouth at the same time. She seemed to like that, because her back arched and she began to grind her pussy against his cock. He flicked his tongue over them and watched them pebble in arousal.