A/N; So this is my new story. It's not the most original idea, I know that, but I hope you guys enjoy it anyways. Some drama, some smut, some romance. As usual, there are probably more sex scenes than there should be, but hey, that's what I do.
Please let me know what you think. Even if you absolutely hate it.
Chapter 1
The music was blasting from the large speakers, making her body move involuntarily. She enjoyed it, it was different from any other party she had ever been to. Well, this wasn't exactly a party, it was a nightclub. Trish's cousin's friend knew a guy that made believable fake IDs. She had been reluctant at first, but her best friend could be extremely persuasive. Either way, she was tired of high school parties and high school boys. Trish was ecstatic - according to her, she hadn't yet experienced the best that life had to offer. Namely, older guys. And their skills in the bedroom. It was their last weekend of freedom, as they were about to start their last semester of their senior year. She couldn't wait to get out of there, start college in the fall and meet new people.
She was wearing a black, tight dress, something that she had thought was fairly slutty, but was nothing compared to some of the assembles she saw around the packed room. Or rather, lack of assembles. Shit, some people were practically naked. Her heels were already killing her. But it was worth it - they made her legs look amazing and her ass fantastic. At least that's what Trish said.
He had seen her when she walked in. His body had reacted to her before his mind had even had the time to register her. She looked innocent but something told him she was anything but. Now, she was on the dance floor. Her brown curls were bouncing with her movements. She wasn't the best dancer, but the way she moved made him suspect that she would be amazing in bed. Shit, he had just caught sight of her a minute ago and he had already pictured her naked in a number of situations. And positions. All involving various body parts of his. In hers.
Her eyes met his, her smiling slightly but not necessarily invitingly. Why did he get the feeling that she had never been to a place like this before? He noticed most other men in the room were eyeing her as well and without any legitimate reason, he was mad. Something about her brought out his protectiveness and he hadn't even talked to her yet. Not that talking was what he wanted to do. There were other things involving their mouths that he would much rather prefer.
She had noticed him immediately, as only a blind person would be oblivious to his presence. He oozed sex and confidence. She knew some of the boys at her school considered her hot, but this was a different league - this man could have any woman at the club that he wanted. Surely, he was not going to be interested in felt her heart beat out of her chest as their eyes met. Crap. All of a sudden, all the other men at the club were uninteresting. She only wanted him.
He followed her with his gaze as she left the dance floor and approached the bar.
She had lost Trish somewhere in the crowd, but wasn't overly concerned. Her friend knew how to take care of herself.
The bartender handed her a shot, signaling that it was from the dark-haired man from the other side of the counter. She hesitated but accepted, nodding at the man in thanks before swallowing down, then grimacing at the burning sensation that hit her throat. 'Has no one never told you not to accept drinks from strangers?' She turned around and was met by brown, smoldering eyes below blonde, messy hair. 'They have', she smiled 'but if I always listened to what people tell me, I would never have any fun.' Why did he feel himself harden further upon hearing her voice? Automatically, his mind raced, creating scenarios where said voice would be screaming, panting, shouting his name. 'Well', he continued, 'if I introduce myself, I guess we're technically not strangers anymore and I can get you another drink'. She gave him a shy smile. Her combination of innocence and seductiveness drove him wild. 'I'm Ally'. She extended her petite hand. He took it, his hand surpassing hers in size by far. Heck, his hands could probably fit around her waist. She was so petite, almost fragile and incredibly sexy. 'Austin' he croaked, his voice broken and she smirked. Guess pretending to be unaffected by her was out the window. Subtlety had never been his strong suit, anyway. 'Nice to meet you, Austin'. Was it his imagination, or did she roll his name of her tongue as if it was a delicacy? 'Now, how about that drink?' He signaled to the bartender and two drinks quickly appeared in front of them. He caught a murderous stare from the man who had bought her the first shot. He didn't blame him - he would have been mad, too, if he had lost his chance with the enchantress in front of him. Especially since she was currently batting her eyes at him, clearly in the mood to play.
She couldn't believe that she was flirting with him and loving it. He seemed to enjoy it as well as he was practically undressing her with his eyes.
A few drinks later, heavy flirtation included, he made the first move, lightly gracing her neck with his lips, breathing in her intoxicating scent while kissing her sensitive skin. She moaned in his ear and he used every ounce of self-control not to rip that ridiculous excuse for a dress off of her body. He moved to her lips, lightly licking each of them before using his tongue to ply them apart. Her tongue met his instantly, her hand in his hair, pulling and scratching his scalp as their tongues danced together.
Fifteen minutes of making out, and he couldn't restrain himself any longer. 'My place or yours?' She held in a giggle at the thought of bringing this exemplar of a man home to her pink colored girl room, fucking him hard while Lester was sleeping next door. Not an option. 'Yours' she decided and he smirked. 'Perfect, it's within walking distance'.
They had made it a few blocks before he had her propped against the wall of some building, his hands running all over her body, turning her on like never before. She would have let him take her right there if he had wanted to. He broke away, panting hard and grabbing her hand, setting a fast pace for the last block before entering his apartment complex and soon to follow, his apartment.
He undressed her on the way to his bed, kissing and licking every part of her exposed skin along the way. He unhooked her bra, sucking in her nipples, hardening them and then quickly undressing himself as they entered his room. He bent her over his bed, on her stomach with her legs dangling off of it. That ass. He stood behind her, spreading her legs but not even touching her pussy before slowly sliding his dick into her, as he was confident enough to know that she would be soaking wet. She gasped out loud as he entered her, pushing himself all the way in inch by inch until he filled her to a hilt. He started slowly, knowing that she might need some time to adjust, but she grunted impatiently and he didn't need to be asked twice. He quickened his pace, gradually, as he was experiencing her amazing pussy from the inside. Wow. She was so tight, so wet, hugging his cock in wonderful spasms and he knew he was getting close. He pried his hand in under her, finding her clit and massaging it with his thumb in rotations matching his thrusts. She came undone, squeezing his dick closely as he roughly came inside of her.
She rose, ready to get dressed as she felt two iron-arms embracing her. He chuckled. 'That's cute, how you think we are already finished'. She could feel him hard again. He pinned her down on her back, holding her hands in a dead-lock above her head as he reentered her in one hard thrust. It rendered her speechless as she was still sensitive from her previous orgasm. She gasped out loud, both at the feel of his dick inside of her and of the depth that he reached. He was pounding her hard, hitting her deep and not letting down the pace while keeping his eyes at hers. Wow, he had amazing eyes. Figures. It seemed like he had amazing everything. He increased his pace even further and she screamed, her back arching off the bed. His cock, h-o-l-y shit. For once, Trish was right. This was nothing like any of the half-ass sex experiences she had had before. He knew what he was doing. Really knew what he was doing. So, this was what it was like to sleep with a man? That fake ID was worth every penny. She tried to resist, wanting their activity to last, well, forever, but she could already feel herself tighten, her wonderful release only seconds away. She pulled on her arms and to her surprise, he let her go. She tugged on his hair a few times before digging her nails deep into his back as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure, while screaming, panting, shouting out his name. His breathing was ragged, his breath hitting her neck and making her shiver, almost painful-sounding noises coming out of his mouth, and the growl that accompanied his orgasm was loud enough to wake the neighbors. He could care less as he for the second time of the night gave in to temptation and filled her slickness with a long, amazing stream.
She snuck away in the early morning, him still sleeping naked in his bed. She knew what this was, she knew that he wasn't looking for anything more. No need for an awkward goodbye.
New week. First day of school. The dread. There was a time when she had liked school, and she still kept up good grades. She was just soooooo bored. She was popular, had a lot of friends, a lot of dates and was involved in several extra curricular activities. But she craved something else. She needed something to distract her, something to make her last semester go by faster. She just didn't know what. She glanced at herself in the mirror one last time, annoyed that her private, catholic high-school still required school uniforms. She worked with it, though, the hemline of her skirt just at the required length. Or maybe slightly above.
She entered the classroom with Trish, laughing at her stories about the redhead she had spent Saturday night with. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who had gotten some and loved it.
The principal entered the room, futilely trying to get everyone's attention. She was uninterestingly glancing over at the door. It couldn't be. There was no way. But she would have recognized that blonde, messy head of hair, those eyes and the god-like stature anywhere.
'Class, please welcome the newest member of our faculty, mr. Austin Moon.'Trish leaned over, whispering. 'I bet he can teach us all sorts of things'. 'He already has', she answered, blushing crimson as pictures from their night together flooded her mind and understanding washing over her best friend's face.
Oh, this was going to be one exciting semester.
