Hey guys, this was inspired by Bruno Mars, Gorrilaz, that song is super hot and super intense so I wrote this. This is just a one shot between our favorite two red heads. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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I know that by all means that this was wrong. In every sense of the definition this is wrong. He's older than me; I'm still a child by legal definition of the law. My friends don't know, my family doesn't know, the people that live under me might know. We aren't very quiet. But what we do makes it nearly impossible to be quiet. What he does to me…what I do to him…

He sits down next to me on the couch, my ankle in his hand as runs his large, rough hands up and down the length of my leg, making me shiver and tingle. His intense brown eyes lock on mines. I sharply inhale.

Keeping his eyes on mines, he slowly leaned down and plants a kiss on my leg. I bite my lip and forced myself to keep my eyes trained on his. He doesn't like it when I look away. Slowly, he made his way down my leg, planting kisses, lifting my leg on his shoulder as moved to my inner thigh and planted kisses closer and closer to my core, igniting fires on my pelvis. My center grows hot and moist, I can feel my underwear growing damp, the need to be penetrated came quickly and in full force. I wanted him in me with the passion so unlike myself.

I try to calm myself, taking deep breaths, biting down hard on my lip, but I very nearly loses all control when blew gently on my core. My knees grew weak and a low moan escapes my lips. He cups my other thigh and plants a fiery trail of kisses along it. I moan again, this time unable to keep my eyes on him as they roll to the back of my head. My breathing becomes short and scarce. My muscles clenches tightly, my body starts trembling.

He moves and stands up. The lost from his body heat is jarring. I feel cold and uncomfortable. He holds his hand out for me to take. Weakly, I grab onto his larger hand, losing mine in his. I stand on unstable legs, nearly falling down the instant I stand. He helps, sweeping his arm beneath my legs, lifting me up and carrying me. He takes me to his dining room table, and lies me down on the plain dark blue table cloth. I have no idea what he has in store for me. I never do, he's constantly surprising me. And on very few occasions, I surprise him.

He leaves me, and I prop myself on my elbows, watching as he goes, in only his blue and white striped boxers, to the kitchen and opens the fridge, grabbing some things and turns on the stove. Obviously, whatever he has in store is going to be hot.

I'm sorry, it's a bit cheesy, but I'm just that kind of person. I blurt out random things; I have obscure thoughts, actions and behaviors. At one point, I was even innocent. As innocent as innocent could get. He tells me all the time that I'm still innocent. But when I'm with him, I don't feel the innocent in the least. When I'm with him, I feel exotic and experienced. When I'm with him, I feel the most alive that I ever feel in my entire life.

After a few minutes of messing around in the kitchen, he comes back to me with a small sliver sauce pan. An aroma of chocolate fills the air and instantly my mouth waters. A pang of hunger crosses my mind, but the need to be touched is stronger.

He sets the warm pot of chocolate down next to me, and runs his hands up my legs, caressing my thighs and fingers my purple lace thong. He slips his fingers beneath the lacy fabric and slowly pulls them down my thighs, down the slope of my legs and past my ankles. He tosses them about somewhere; I briefly mourn the loss of yet another pair of undies. After they come off here, little green men perhaps, comes and steals them. We can never find them, no matter how hard we look, and I'm always going home panty-less. It's always embarrassing, but we be too caught up in the moment to care at the time. Soon, we just stopped caring all together.

He pushes up the white collared, button down shirt up to my abdomen, looking down at my exposed cavity. A faint smile brushes his lips. He looks up to me, his brown eyes asking for permission. My mouth goes dry, the anticipation of what's to come is too great. I can already feel myself building to a climax.

I nod.

He grabs the pot of melted chocolate and pours it slowly on my stomach and then moves south covering my private part.

When the warm melted chocolate touches my entrance I jerk violently. It feels so warm, sticky and thick. Almost immediately after he pours the chocolate on me he leans down and licks the chocolate off my stomach. I throw my head back. His tongue feels so good against my skin. He crawls on the table, parting my legs, still licking the chocolate off my stomach. I moan loudly, groaning in my pleasure. My muscles clenches tightly

He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and, in a move I wasn't prepared for, he places his mouth on my hot and wanting entrance. My back arches sharply, the air in my lungs leaves me completely. He licks my entrance in long, slow strokes, cleaning it completely of chocolate. Periodically his tongue probes my entrance, causing me to cry out his name, which is the only word that I can completely form as my mind and my body are both assaulted with mind numbing pleasure.

He spreads the lips of my vaginal entrance apart as he further delves his tongue insides me, flicking my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. It all becoming too much. I grab a hand full of reddish, mostly orange hair and hold on for dear life.

My hips move of their own accord, rolling and meeting his tongue. I want him further inside me. I need him deeper. My thigh clenches tightly around his face, and pushes him closer to me, hampering and increasing his access to me all at the same time.

I am on the verge of orgasm. I can feel it just around the horizon. Tears forms at the corners of my eyes. The sensation of having him eat me out is indescrible. I start mewling; every muscle in my body tightens and coils.

His hands tighten on my thighs, holding me in place as he devours me. I feel the pressure building inside me, taking me higher and higher until it's all over. I'm encased by a blinding white hot ecstasy as my body goes numb and my muscles turns into jelly.

I fall back on the table, unable to move for the intense pleasure being too painful. I drink in deep gulps of air. My heart is racing, my mind is gone.

He comes up from my pelvis and wipes his mouth with the back of his arm. He smiles at me, seeing me near comatose in my gratification. He approaches me with a carnal look of desire on his face. Leaning down, he covers my mouth with his. I can clearly feel his harden member hot against my stomach. not even a minute after my orgasm and already I'm once again stirred up and wanting more.

Our mouth moves fervently against one another, our hands mirroring each other as we reach up and grabs the other's face. Sitting on his knees, he places both hands on my face, pushing my long red hair back from my face. We consume each other.

He releases my mouth and kisses me all over my face. My eye lids, my nose, my cheeks. He moves down to my neck and nips the thin skin. I lean back so that he can have better access. I close my eyes, enjoying him having his way with my body.

I open my legs and wrap them around his body, ready for penetration. Sensing my movement and my desires, his hands move from my face down to my hips. He lifts me up, moving back to my mouth and sticking his tongue past my lip. Our tongues moves against each other's. I feel my arousal climbing back up higher and higher. I need him. I desire him and I can clearly feel his desire slowly rubbing up against my dripping entrance.

With shocking force, he enters me.

I jerk violently, my muscles clenching tightly, my body tightening. I gurgle his name out loud, nearly screaming out in jubilation. Our mouths never part, but I can feel his body tightening at penetration that has at long last finally come.

He feels so hot and hard inside of me. Its amazing and it gives me a rush unlike no other. I have long gotten used to his size and the feel of him being inside of me, but it still gets to me every time. Every time it takes me by surprise.

He clutches my thighs tightly, slowly but roughly he jams into me, giving me all of him in one thrust. He thrusts into me again, pulling out and ramming back in. Slowly, he picks up his pace, moving faster and harder.

I bounce upon him involuntarily. I'm unable to stay upright on my own, so I lean against him, breaking apart from our kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. I moan his name, crying out indisgishable sounds, just making noise because my mind can barely comprehend anything else besides this destructive, sensual carnality that he's thrusting into me. I bang on his chest with my tightly closed fist. I feel so much, I am unable to do anything but scream out and bang my fist against him.

We are shifting. He stops thrusting and pulls out of me completely. I was close and I feel myself winding down. I don't let disappointment show because I know that he's not finished yet. I am right.

He lies me down and spreads my legs apart, throwing one over my shoulder. He holds on to my hips, bracing me. He looks me in my eye, lust filling his. He enters me once more, rolling his hips into me, shifting the table, rocking it on it frames. The thrill that it might collapses beneath us only heightens the sexual tension.

He releases my leg and he leans over me, bracing himself on his arm on both sides of me. I wrap my legs around him. He growls and I know he's close. He doesn't make any sounds until he's close. It's okay, because I'm only a few seconds away and then the white light encases me once again. I feel my juices pour out of me and his mingles with mines as he groans out loudly, reaching his own climax.

He gives me a few more thrusts before he collapse on top of me.

There's no heartfelt speeches. No cries of "I love you" or anything of such. This is purely animal. Purely lust. It's the only one of two relationships that we can have. Like I said earlier, what we are doing is wrong on so many levels. So there will be no emotions involved. No love between us. Because he is my teacher, and I his student.


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