A/N; Reviews are nice and always appreciated.
They were both naked. Bodies heaving from pleasure, from need, overly reactive to every touch, every nibble, every kiss as they were exploring each other with their fingertips, their lips, their tongues. He was slowly licking every part of her, pushing her back into the very same bed where he had claimed her a few weeks ago. His fingers ran over her nipples, squeezing them, hardening them instantly while he was rubbing his hard, lengthy cock into her thigh, repeatedly, her feeling him grow harder with each thrust. A noise - her voice? - begging to be taken, begging to be owned, begging to be fucked. Him, smirking, a sideway crooked smile as he slowly entered her, his eyes burning into hers with covet and pure need, pools of lava burning into her soul, her whole body exuberant under his expertise touch. She relished in feeling his body fully on top of her, blanketing, making her feel safe and like an endangered animal recently caught by her hunter all the same. His dick pumping her interminably, pleasurably, his thumb rubbing her clit in tiny circles and she screamed while pulling on his hair in hard fistfuls. She was close, so very close...
Her eyes shut open. She was panting hard, disoriented. Where was she?
Right.
Her own bed.
Alone.
Horny and alone.
She had been so close, so very close, and yet so, so far away.
Tiny drops of disappointment prickled her eyes as she realized that it was just a senseless, fucking dream, of her dream fucking her senseless.
One of the 'pleasures' of private schools were the amount of events and parties and fundraisers that occurred thought the year. The first one of the semester was coming up and she brazed herself as she knew that she had to go. She was on the freaking party planning committee. And she knew she should probably bring a date. Crap.
He had kept up his now-tired charade of ignoring her, but at this point he knew it was temporary, only a matter of time before he would break down and initiate contact with her again. The breakdown appeared sooner then he expected, though.
He was walking down the hallway. Fast. He was mad, mad enough to fucking punch something. Or someone. Adrenaline running wild throughout his body as he was fisting his hands in his pockets. He was not going to punch a student. He was not going to. Even if he deserved it. Fuck. He deserved it. But he was not going to. Not. Not. Not. The mantra running on repeat in his head all the way to the classroom.
He laid eyes on her, the very subject of his high-fueled anger and he instantly felt the resentment running off of him. He wasn't mad at her. She caught him looking and she smiled, almost shyly, the combination of seductiveness and innocence that he now only associated with her on full display.
Was it just him, or was the classroom unusually hot today?
Class was soon over and he watched her leave, feeling empty. He needed to talk to her. Just talk.
She had just picked up her books from the locker and was making her way towards the next class, running a few minutes behind due to a lengthier bathroom break, when she heard his voice behind her. She stifled a smile as she turned around upon hearing him call her by her first name, the pleasant sound almost echoing in the now empty hallway as he approached her, soon standing face to face. Or rather, face to chest. She was quite a bit shorter than him, after all.
He reached down to to brush a stray strand of hair out of her face, and she flinched, not out of displeasure but out of surprise at the sudden and unexpected intimacy of the gesture. He swallowed hard when his eyes met hers. His fingers were aching to touch her, to caress her, to pleasure her.
'So, we're on a first-name basis now, Austin?' His dick twitched. He was hard just from hearing her say his name, his plan of just talking to her instantaneously up in smoke. He looked around, scanning the corridor, his eyes landing on a small door that he could only assume to be a janitors closet. 'Come', speaking authoritatively enough for him to know she wouldn't argue or resist while saying a silent prayer that the door would be unlocked. His heart was pounding loudly as he realized that he couldn't be that bad of a sinner, after all, as his prayer was heard and the door cracked opened in one swift motion, him pushing her inside and quickly following. The door had all but closed before he had her pushed up against it. It was dark, a small crack of light sipping in underneath the bottom of the door. His mouth was so close to her neck, she could feel his shortened breaths on her, creating tingles running down her spine and throughout the rest of her body. So this was where the expression 'weak in the knees' came from. She almost couldn't stand straight, completely invigorated by all that was him.
'So I overheard a conversation in the cafeteria today...', his voice sprinkled with rage but trailing off as his mouth became otherwise occupied, placing a light kiss underneath her ear. 'Uhmm' was all that she could master as she could care less about his conversations and more about those lips running against her skin.
He stopped.
She sobbed.
'It was about you. And how you agreed to go to this weekend's dance with this little shithead of a kid, who also claims that he is going to nail you afterwards'. The magnitude of his anger increased with each word, his hold on her tightening as he unwillingly pictured her in bed with someone else. He. Did. Not. Like. It. She gasped from his hard grip.
'Did you agree to go to the dance with him?' 'Who, Elliott? Yes, I have to go and it's customary to bring a date'. He was boiling. 'He was describing in detail what he was going to do to you. I believe he used the words fine piece of ass to describe you several times.' He was louder than he meant to be.
'You disagree? And anyways, what is it to you? Last time I checked, you are my teacher who for some unknown reason is trying to avoid me at all cost'. Her voice teasing, slightly confrontational. 'Don't mess with me, I almost beat the living shit out of him' he hissed, jealousy still consuming him. She smiled in the darkness, secretly basking in the fact that he cared enough to get upset over some dumb conversation.
'No need to get agitated, I won't let him touch me...much'. A groan of exasperation slipping out from between his lips, his hips gyrating sharply into hers as if on auto-pilot. He needed to show her...something. He had no clue of what he was trying to accomplish. All he knew was that he was greedy, yearning for her touch and a few seconds away from doing exactly what he had tried to avoid yet been obsessed with for the past few weeks. Namely, fuck her breathless.
'Will you let him do this?' His tongue running over the sensitive skin on her neck. 'Perhaps'. 'How about this?' He kissed her roughly. She broke away. 'Maybe', knowing very well that she wouldn't but enjoying his jealousy a little too much. She wanted to see how far she could push him. She was hoping far enough so that he would push something into her.
'How about this?' He was removing her shirt, then pushing down her bra to kiss the top of her breasts, licking and teasing, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her delicate skin before unclasping her bra, sucking on and making her nipples rock hard. She was craving him, needing him, wanting him. 'Possibly'.
'How about this?' His hand was on the inside of her thighs, pushing her skirt higher up while slowly caressing the sensitive skin in between, slowly working its way up to her wetness. She was no longer in a state to coherently answer him, a low 'Idontknow' all she could master. She knew he was debating whether to touch her or not, knowing that he thought he shouldn't, but also knowing that, if she made him feel anything close to as turned on as he did to her, it was close to inevitable. She decided to speed up the decision-making process, grabbing his hand, swiftly running his fingers against her drenched self.
And then there was no turning back.
She was poison. Delicious poison. She was killing him and yet he wanted more.
His finger found her entrance, saturated, longing. He slid in, hesitantly, not because of her but because of himself. She moaned, slightly exasperatedly as she needed to touch him as well, craving to make him squirm with pleasure induced by her strokes. 'Let me...I want to...', her voice shaking slightly as she reached for him, palming him through his pants before unzipping them, pressing down on him in the process. He didn't stop her, extremely aware that he was sliding down the slippery slope, soon to hit rock bottom as he groaned into her neck upon feeling her hand around his cock. Pleasure was multiplying as he was finger fucking her while she was giving him a heavenly hand-job. In the janitors closet. Between classes.
'Will you let him do this?' She didn't answer. Rougher, his digits pumping her hard as his mouth clasped tightly to her neck, ineffectively curbing his growls. She whimpered, both from his possessiveness and physical pleasure, her breaths now in short pants filling the tiny, dark space.
'Ally, I won't let you cum until you answer me. Will you let him do this?' his voice was hoarse, but still tainted with anger. 'No', she semi-screamed into his ear and he finally gave her what she was longing for, pushing her over the edge with a few rough finger thrusts and some nice, fast thumb circles over her clit. Her hand was squeezing him tighter, pumping him furiously as she blew up under his touch, pushing him towards climax and delivering the final straw by pantingly screaming out her orgasm in to his ear. He let go, with one finger still inside of her, cumming all over her bare chest and stomach, a loud grunt as he for the first time since he met her released under someone else's touch.
It was divine.
He turned on the light, reached for a paper towel to clean her off with from a nearby shelf, wiping her almost apologetically, then kissing her, softer and less hurriedly while she was getting dressed, buttoning his pants, reluctantly pulling away as he knew they had to get going.
He had a class to teach. She had a class to attend.
'So you're really going to this dance?'
'Yes'
'With ass face?'
'Yes'
'I volunteered to chaperone'. He had convinced himself it had nothing to do with her. That the only reason he did so was to keep himself busy after last weekend's clubbing fiasco.
Her heart was hammering hard in anticipation of spending Saturday night, if not with him, at least in close proximity to him. Maybe this dance wouldn't be so boring, after all.
'I guess I'll see you there'. And for once, she was the first one to walk away.