Monday, December 2, 2013
After a few more weeks, they had figured out the system and sneaking around the dorms had become quite easy, the only downside being that they had to be really quiet. But it was so damn exciting that they just couldn't let go of it. Mark would usually come by the dorms on a school night, and they would spend the weekends at his place.
Seeing as Mark had always made a special effort to host her while she was at his house, Max figured it was time to try and do something similar. She couldn't do much in terms of food or drink, but she figured she could at least make the mood a bit more romantic. Since there was a lot of space in the middle of her room, she spread a couple of blankets to create a soft mattress, and put all of her pillows and the covers on it. She lit a couple of candles, which she had been able to get from a store earlier, and put music on the stereo.
She had found her best set of underwear, one that actually matched, and had saved it for the occasion. Having showered now, she enrobed it, hiding it under her pajamas, and waited for Mark to come by.
Her phone buzzed and she knew he was close by. 'Yes, baby?' she answered.
'Get ready,' he whispered, half-singing.
'Waiting.'
She stood up and went up to the door. Not twenty seconds later, she heard a quiet knock and opened it immediately, greeting Mark with a huge grin.
'Hey, babygirl.' He took a big step into the room and kissed her even before she uttered a word back or was able to shut the door behind him, grabbing onto her hips, clearly quite impatient.
'Shh,' she whispered against his lips, trying not to giggle and keep quiet. 'You wanna get found out?' She finally closed the entrance.
'Maybe?' he retorted jokingly. He pulled her back in and his lips found hers again, his hands slipping up her pajama tee and yanking it off. Seeing she wasn't nude underneath it, he inched her shorts down as well, exhaling with delight.
'Mm, nice lingerie,' he remarked, skimming his fingertips up her ribs till he reached the bra straps. 'Would be so bad if someone tore it off.'
Max grinned at him in response, and began undressing him as well with his help, soon leaving him only in his boxers. With that, took off his glasses and put them on the bedside cabinet. Coming back to her, he pulled the bra straps down, then slid his hands around and reached the clasp, kissing her neck as he took it off her and tossed to the side.
'It definitely looks better on the floor,' he said, kissing her slowly and pushing her gently towards the door, making her giggle at all his playful remarks.
Once he pinned her to the door, she slipped her hands lower, down his back until she reached the edge of his underwear, tugging it down and rendering him nude.
Breaking away from her mouth, he was planting kisses, nibs and licks down her jaw, moving to her neck, down her sternum, stopping to gently cup her breasts. Max felt shivers going down her body, with Mark bending down now to pleasure her nipples for a moment. She held him by the back of his head, pressing him closer. He then kneeled in front of her, kissing her tummy first, inching her panties down, looking her in the eyes with desire.
Still leaving wet kisses, he could hear her uneven breathing, his dark brown eyes always locked with hers, appearing to be sparkling, the way he was fixing her with gaze was filling Max with want, heat spreading throughout her body. He ran his fingertips down her sides, sending goosebumps, bringing a warm thrill to her core. His lips and tongue were slowly moving down her mons, causing her to her sigh in anticipation and her eyes to flutter shut.
Leaning against the door, she felt his tongue slowly circling around her. He was looking up at her, seeing how much she enjoyed his tongue, and smiling through his strokes. She glanced down at him and their eyes met; his lips looked like they were kissing hers, his hands on her hips, slightly digging his fingers in her skin. She brought her hands to his hair, entwining her fingers in them and gently stroking his head, sighing in pleasure and biting down on her smile.
His tongue grazing her clit more intensely caused Max to gasp and her knees to bend slightly. He took her hands from his head, laced his fingers with hers and propped her arms up, helping her stand up, though speeding up his strokes, moving side to side faster and faster. She let out a moan, throwing her head back, hitting it against the door. He was relentlessly pleasuring her, his quickened, warm breath adding to the sensation, causing her body to spasm that even with his help, leaning her arms on his, Max found it difficult to control her limbs. Her thighs gently hugging his face, Mark soon felt them starting to tremble and her muscles contracting as he brought her to climax, she gracing him with a moan. He slid his tongue closer to her entrance, drinking up her spill, his fingertips lightly brushing against her tummy.
Exhaling deeply and coming back to her senses, Max looked down at him, dazed and smiling with delight. He stood up from between her legs, requiting her smile and leaning in to kiss her, sliding his hands from her hips, up her sides, then around her back, pulling her close to his chest. She put her hands to the back of his neck, pressing herself closer, kissing him back passionately. She slowly slipped her palms down his torso and got a hold of his hard dick, moving her hands up and down, kissing him deeper, tasting herself on his tongue and lips. She sped up the petting strokes, causing him to break away from the kiss and lean his forehead against hers, gasping loudly, she sending him a proud smile.
Wanting to be finally inside her, he took both of her hands, lacing his fingers with hers. She felt she was being gently pushed towards the door again and pinned to its surface. Mark looked at her with want, and slid his hands down her sides until he reached her bottom, squeezing the cheeks and picking her up. She held onto his shoulders, parting her lips in astonishment.
'Hold on tight,' he said, smiling at her enticingly, sliding his hands lower down her thighs and guiding her to entwine them around him. Then he entered her slowly, holding her firmly by her thigh and her lower back. She sighed as she felt him move inside her, gradually picking up the pace.
At first, she was holding his gaze, giving him a seductive look; he was pushing into her, causing her body to repeatedly hit against the door.
'So we're not afraid to make noise anymore?' she asked, propping herself higher.
'This is way too exciting for me to care,' he said, smirking at her, and gave her a quick, sloppy kiss, then moved lower to her neck, making her moan in excitement. He felt so good and full inside her, filling her up continuously.
'Oh, fuck,' she cursed under her breath, her pleasure rising. Biting down on her smile, she took a small risk and commanded, 'Harder, daddy,' straight into his ear, her voice low, though sweet. She'd never said anything of the sort before, it felt so surreal coming out of someone so seemingly innocent, but Mark could swear that one word uttered in such manner could have brought him to climax all on its own.
He never expected her to utter such dirty words, but it would always arouse him further when she ordered him around like that, wanting him more. He sent her a lewd smirk, piercing through her with his dark eyes, and driving into her with no stops, feeling her deeper, groaning into her neck as he felt his own pleasure mount. She didn't stay indebted to him, embracing him tighter with her legs, her moaning adding to his excitement. She was trying to tease him behind his earlobe, but it was difficult to do with the rhythm he had set up. He once again propped her higher and began pushing harder into her, the friction becoming all too pleasurable to resist.
Sensing the peak coming, she dug her fingernails in his shoulders, her breath quickening before she came letting out a long, loud moan, struggling to control her limbs.
She felt Mark exit her and carry her to the pile of blankets on the floor, laying her down gently and positioning himself on top of her. She sent him a gorgeous smile; her face was flushed with pink, eyes wide.
'Mm, you sound so lovely when you come,' he murmured into her ear, leaning in to give her a kiss. The compliment caused her to blush further, and a jolt of excitement went straight to her core.
'Well, it's all thanks to you.' She bit down on her lip.
'I know,' he said against her lips. 'I should probably be calling you Climax by now.'
Max cracked up laughing at his ridiculous pun, trembling with giggles under him, while he grinned, sort of proud of himself for making that comment, returning the favor from earlier.
He pulled up to have a quick glance at the room, finally noticing the candles by the bed and the music coming out of the speakers of her stereo.
'This is quite romantic. Am I being seduced?' he asked, arching his eyebrow at her, an amused look on his face.
'Maybe...? Is it working?' She gently ran her fingernails up and down his back, looking at him enticingly. Her excitement subdued for a little while, interrupted by the his sudden joke.
'It is,' he said in a low voice, resuming the kisses, pulling the covers onto them.
'Gotta do it more often then.'
'No protests from me,' he said, nuzzling her neck, eliciting a slight moan from her, mixed with giggles.
Mark reached down between them and guided himself into her again, quietly sighing as he felt her warmth around him. He was moving achingly slow within her, looking her in the eyes. Max loved the way he was holding her gaze, like she was the most beautiful thing in the world, and it felt like he fitted inside her perfectly.
Sensing the pace of the rhythm elevate, she began moving with him, running her hands up his chest and hanging them around his neck for a while. His hand at her thigh, he leaned down for a moment to kiss her, then lower to kiss her jaw and neck, pulling back up to face her, sending her a wide smile, she responding in kind. Max's hands skimmed up to get a hold of his face, gently stroking his cheeks with her fingers, pulling him down for a passionate kiss, feeling him reach deeper inside her, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
They were making out sloppily, his movements slow within her, feeling himself rub against all of her – she was so wonderfully tight. As he broke away from the kiss to bury his face in the crook of her neck and leave tiny kisses on her skin, he heard her whisper in his ear.
'Mark,' she breathed in her passion. Never had he heard such a beautiful rendition of his name. This time he couldn't help himself, her lovely cry-out triggering his peak, his soft moan causing her to close her eyes and smile widely, her arms tightening the grip around him.
Catching his breath, a quiet, apologetic whisper escaped him, 'Sorry, baby.'
'Don't be. Now I made you come,' she said with a smile, albeit a shy one, a little blush creeping up her neck.
'You sure did.' He grinned at her and leaned in for a kiss. He then slid out of her, lay back and pulled her into a snuggle, kissing her forehead as she put her head on his chest, his skin burning hot against hers. 'But I wanted to give you another one,' he murmured.
'I appreciate that,' she laughed lightly in his arms. 'The night is still young, though.'
'That's true,' he agreed, leaving a kiss on her forehead again.
'Hey,' Max started after a few quiet moments, pulling up and resting her chest against his. 'So you were talking about chiaroscuro today, which, uh…just so happens to be your preferred style.' She was drawing patterns along his collarbones.
'Mhm. Why do you ask, though?' He brushed her bangs to the side, cupping her face.
'It just reminded me how…when you uploaded the photographs of me from San Francisco, you left them in color. Why? I mean, you talked about how chiaroscuro is the perfect way to capture one's essence, and yet…you didn't want to do that with me.'
'Hm, well… Maybe it'll sound cliché, but I just believed you deserved a more special treatment than all my previous models. You have to admit those pictures stand out in my gallery, right?' he arched his eyebrow at her. Max nodded with a coy smile. 'And, admittedly myself, I can understand why you like shooting outside, the natural light does have its charm.'
'I see…so I'm special?'
'Of course you are special. Have I not made that clear enough by now?'
'Mm…maybe?' She made a face and cracked herself up. 'It's always nice to hear, though.'
'Oh…so you tricked me…' He pulled her on top of himself. 'Well-played, my darling.'
'Thank you,' she said, leaning down for a kiss.
'You are very welcome,' he replied, slipping his hands up her thighs and back.
Their lips joined in a kiss, moving together slowly at first, tongues meeting and caressing one another. Leaning her hand on the pile of blankets, Max reached down between them, wrapped her tiny palm around his dick, moving her hand up and down with slow petting strokes. Mark's hand was gently caressing her breast, playing with her nipple, moaning quietly and gasping between the kisses, which were stopped by his gorgeous lover only when she felt him grow in her palm.
'Now… I believe I owe you a gift,' he said in a soothing voice, grinning widely at her. Just as she leaned in to kiss him again, he put his index finger to her lips. 'But before I do that, I have a question for you.' He took his hand away.
'Yes?' Max sent him a quizzical look.
Mark then looked behind her, her eyes following. 'Is it possible to remove that mirror?'
'I…I don't know, actually. Why?'
'Let me check first, alright?'
She got off him and watched him take the mirror off the wall and put it against the door, allowing her to see her own reflection. 'Oh, you dirty man…' she shook her head at him with a grin. He allowed her to catch sight of his considerable erection as he faced her again, sending her a smirk.
'On all fours, please,' Mark commanded politely, joining her back on the blankets and kneeling behind her. As Max submitted to his little demand and positioned herself accordingly, he entered her gently and leaned over for a kiss. 'Enjoy the view,' he added, using his persuasive, soothing tone again, his beard tickling her earlobe before she felt his teeth gently pulling it, all of which causing her eyes to flutter shut and breathe out in thrill. He straightened up his torso, his hands steadily gripping her waist, and they both now faced each other in the mirror.
She felt him begin to move within her slowly, creating a light friction as he was continuously filling up her well, so slick and wet for him. Mark soon sped up, going a bit harder too, and it seemed Max was enjoying herself very much, her eyes fluttering, lips parted, smiling through her quiet, little moans. He could see her breasts bouncing with each slam into her, the sound of which echoing through the room, adding to their excitement. She opened her eyes and saw the passion on the face of his reflection; he was looking at her back, his palm sliding up to get a hold of her shoulder. She could hear his breath quickening and his thrusts became more rapid and insistent, until he began hitting against the sweet spot.
'Oh…yes!' breathed out, arching her back, and Mark glanced at her reflection, observing the pleasure building up on her face, making him smirk with pride.
He was slamming into her harder now, faster and faster, her arms bending and making her stretch them out in front of her and rest on her chest, his hand firmly holding onto her hip, maneuvering in a circling move, as though he was trying to pull her onto him. As promised, he soon gifted her an orgasm, not slowing down throughout it, leaving her senseless, she letting out a drawn-out, loud moan.
'Hush,' he smirked. 'You have neighbors, Max. And it's way past curfew. You're very inconsiderate,' he said humorously, sounding breathless.
'You keep teasing me like this–' She looked over her shoulder, trying to catch her breath. '–I'm going to start pointing fingers at a certain someone who is making me do this,' she joked, panting.
'Oh, you wouldn't dare…'
He didn't have to watch her in the mirror now, she rested the side of her face on the blankets and he could see her satisfied expression, observing it until he came too, releasing with a deep growl, widening her smile.
Absolutely exhausted, they both had to lie there, out of breath and covered with sweat, but still fulfilled, wrapped in each other's arms.
'I should probably get going soon,' Mark whispered regrettably after a while.
'I know,' she concurred, but still tightened her grip around his ribcage.
When they were both fully dressed again, Max took a peek at the corridor – it was empty and seemed dead quiet.
'Bye, baby,' he kissed her, a wide smile on his face. 'I lo–' –ve you, he nearly blurted out. He sent her a slightly started look and Max's heart picked up the pace, but it seemed she misheard him. 'I'll, uh…call you later?'
'Y-yeah.' She blinked a couple of times. 'Bye,' she sent him an awkward, unsure smile, he responded in kind, heading out and waving goodbye at her. With that, she closed the door behind him.
Mark quickly got back into his car, breathing in and out to calm himself down. Fuck! You really need to be more careful, you idiot! Did she suspect anything? Or did I scare her away? His cover-up seemed good enough for him, at least he hoped that it had worked.
Max kept thinking about this confusing, little moment for a long time after he had left, wondering if perhaps she had imagined the whole thing. Was she even ready to hear him to say "I love you" to her?
Neither of them ended up getting much sleep.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
In the morning, Max went to take a shower. As it was early, there was no one in the bathroom besides herself and… Rachel, who strode confidently out of the shower cabin, wearing just a towel, smiling at Max in the reflection of the mirror.
'Hey, Max,' she said.
'Hey, Rachel,' Max replied. Rachel was giving her a quizzical look. 'Something wrong?' Max asked.
'No. Just… I saw someone leave your dorm past midnight,' Rachel said halfheartedly.
Max froze at her words. Fuck!
'Who was it?' Rachel asked, examining her own face in the mirror.
'Uh…just someone I'm seeing.' Max tried to remain calm and casual, not looking at Rachel, brushing her hair instead.
'Seeing, is that what it's called?' Rachel said with a smirk.
Max didn't respond, hoping she would butt out.
'Do I know him?' the blonde asked again. 'Max?'
'Why are you asking me about it?' Max snapped, but Rachel seemed unconcerned.
'I think I know him. He looked very familiar.'
Max's heart picked up the pace as she heard that. 'Then you figure it out, I don't have time for playing games,' she said, heading for the shower cabin.
'He's good in bed, isn't he? At least…I enjoyed myself,' Rachel said.
Max was momentarily stunned, but she turned her back on the blonde and entered the cabin without saying anything.
Shutting her dorm door behind her, Max was trying to contain sheer panic that was slowly overcome her. Fuck. I thought we were being careful.
Then she thought about what Rachel had just said. 'He's good in bed.' Did he sleep with her too?
Max was getting angry thinking about it. I'm special, huh? So he slept with her as well and didn't bother to tell me.
For a few moments, she was battling with her anger and her thoughts, wondering if she should call and confront him right now.
…No. Bad idea. What if it isn't true? I'd only fuck up his concentration. I know he needs to focus.
Breathing in and out, trying to calm down, she got dressed, took her bag and was ready to head to school, but she received a message…from Mark, of course. Perfect timing, babe.
Mark: Good morning baby, you okay?
Max: Hey babe. Yes, but gotta head to class now
Max: See you later?
Mark: Of course. See you
She seemed weird, didn't she? Something's definitely going on, Mark deduced, putting his coffee away. He was overreacting, of course, but his fear was definitely eating away at him. He didn't want to ruin things between them, they'd been doing so well.
Max felt quite agitated during his lecture, though trying to focus on what he was saying, but she just needed to confront him about what Rachel had said.
When it was finally the time, she went up to his desk, waiting for the classroom to clear out. 'Can I talk to you, sir?' she gave him a telling look.
Mark glanced in her direction and sent her a puzzled look. Max shifted in her position, gesturing with her head towards the door.
Once the other students left the room, he went up to the door and locked it. He turned back and approached her.
'What's the matter, Max?' he asked with a hint of concern in his voice. 'You seemed on the edge during the lecture, is everything okay?'
Max took a deep breath. 'Someone saw us,' she said. 'I mean, someone saw you leave my room last night.'
Mark's eyes widened in astonishment, he felt his heart quicken. 'Shit,' he said, reaching out to loosen his nonexistent tie, it was as though he was being choked and needed to catch his breath. 'Wh-who was it?' he asked.
'Rachel.'
He frowned. 'Rachel… Wait, Rachel…Amber? That model?'
Max nodded, though narrowing her eyes. Is he seriously pretending not to know her?
'Well, do you think she'll say anything to anyone?' Mark asked.
'I don't think so, unless she's petty or something. Look, she and Chloe are dating, I hope she won't tell on you for the sake of her relationship,' Max explained, putting her hand to her forehead, feeling nervous.
Mark exhaled loudly, though still suffering from that sudden rush of adrenaline.
'She said one more thing to me,' Max spoke again. 'Something I hope is not true.'
'What did she say?'
'She implied that you and her…had sex,' Max said, looking down. 'Did you?'
'No,' he replied calmly. Max looked up, her eyes narrowed. 'I'm telling the truth, Max.'
He was.
'So why would she say that?'
'Well…' Mark hesitated.
'What happened between you two?' Max felt her anger rise again.
'Nothing big. She came onto me once, I turned her down, that's it.'
'You turned her down?' She raised her eyebrows. 'Have you seen her?'
'Yeah, and so?' Mark asked, baffled.
'Don't tell me you don't think she's attractive.' She rolled her eyes at him.
'I'm not saying she isn't,' he said.
Max felt a sting, her face twitching a bit. 'So why did you turn her down?' she asked.
'Because I'm not interested in her.'
'That doesn't sound real,' Max said, shaking her head.
'What do you mean?' Mark asked, getting annoyed at her. 'Before today, you never asked or even cared, and now suddenly I'm bound to be attracted to her?'
'I just… No one ever turns her down. She can have anybody.'
Mark laughed, amused, unintentionally getting on her nerve. Max started walking towards the door, feeling her anger overcome her.
'Baby, come on,' he stopped her, gently pulling her arm. 'There are a lot of attractive women in the world, doesn't mean I'm into all of them.'
'But it just doesn't make sense!' she shot back, sounding frustrated.
'What doesn't make sense?' he echoed, getting more irritated.
'That you're saying you're not interested in someone like her, but somehow you went for someone like me!' Max yelled out, her eyes wide, expressing disbelief. She was feeling so vulnerable right now, the accusations just came out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying.
Mark scoffed, sounding a bit baffled. He thought she was being so unfair to him right now, considering how he felt about her. 'Explain to me, please–' He tried to keep a calm voice, though clearly sounding angry. '–what's so great about her, huh? What am I missing?'
'She's…' Max cut off, shaking her head. She didn't have an answer for that. And even if she did, his tone made her feel too intimidated to retort quickly enough. It was a stranger sensation than just being shy and nervous around him. It was pure jealousy and insecurity having control over her now. 'I-I'm sorry, I have to go,' she said quickly and headed for the door.
He had to stop her from leaving. 'I told you, you are special to me, why don't you believe me?' he asked, his voice urgent and slightly raised. Max stopped, looking shyly over her shoulder, but not facing him completely, a conflicted look on her face.
'You think it wouldn't be easy to have my way with her if I wanted to? For a quick, meaningless fuck?' he uttered. Max was stunned. Obviously he had used such words before, but never towards her and never this angrily.
'Don't you think I could just have Victoria like that?' he continued, snapping his fingers. Mark didn't want to be so harsh with her, but his anger got the best of him. No one likes being put under such scrutiny with no reason behind it.
Please, please, stop, Max begged him in her mind, so close to crying. But she still shot back without thinking. 'Just as easily as you had me, right?'
Mark felt a stab in his heart, momentarily stunned. His face was expressing a lot of emotions right now – from betrayal to disappointment, from hurt to…heartbreak?
There you go again, Max. Accusing him with no grounds. What the hell is wrong with you? Shut the fuck up already! You're only making it worse!
Max would often wonder how was it that couples fought so dirty, even when both people felt strongly about their significant other. Hearing herself making an accusation after an accusation, now she understood how and why they would ever let it go so far. Insecurity. Jealousy. Pride even.
'Why would you say that to me?' he asked, his voice downbeat. He genuinely thought she might have been falling in love with him too, yet it seemed as though she was entirely detached from feelings, enjoying only his body. That hurt.
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to shield herself. She knew she was the one to have initiated this argument, but it was not turning out in her favor at all.
'Have I done anything to make you believe that?' he continued in the same manner.
'No,' she said quietly, shaking her head and looking down. As she closed her eyes again, tiny tears rolled down her cheeks, now grimaced in pain that she had brought onto herself.
And there it was – his weakness again. Though she was hurting him now, the sight of her crying was too much for him, they subdued his quiet rage.
He exhaled to calm himself down. 'What would be the point of risking my reputation and my job here, a job that I happen to enjoy, just so I could sleep with a student who doesn't matter to me whatsoever?' he asked her calmly.
Max seemed like she wanted to say something, but her face was painted with confusion all over, her mind blank all of a sudden, she was just listening to him silently.
'I thought we were at a good place, I thought we trusted each other,' he tried speaking softly again.
'We do. But I just… I just don't understand why you're risking so much for me. What is so special about me?' she asked, resigned, choking back her tears. You want to lose him completely? Really? That's what you want?
Mark exhaled heavily. How was she still not getting it? 'Why?' He sent her a baffled look. He brought his hand to his face, covering his mouth and taking a deep breath. 'Because I care about you, Max! Because I'm in love with you!' he nearly yelled out, finally venting his frustration. 'And you– you…' And you don't feel the same way, he finished in his thoughts, shaking his head and looking away.
Max couldn't believe what she had just heard, her lips parted. The aggression in his voice didn't match the contents of his confession. It was even more shocking since she did not expect him to say that now…or ever. Her heart was racing and she was staring at him in complete awe.
He looked up and saw her astonished expression, realizing that he had actually just said that, his heart picking up the pace. 'Max, I didn't mean t–' he rushed with explanations, shaking his head frantically, ready to take it back should that confession scare her, but he was cut off.
She ran up to him, hanging her arms around his neck, kissing him. He locked her in an embrace, smiling into the kiss, pressing her closer. He felt her fingers entwine in his hair, her kissing intensifying, becoming ardent, his hands slipping lower and gently stroking her hips, pulling her onto him. He felt her kiss turning more passionate; her chest was brushing against his own. His excitement was growing, heart beating faster. He slid his hands up her hoodie, feeling her warm skin.
She broke away to catch a breath and smiled at him joyously, letting out a tiny laughter. He reached out with his hand, quickly collecting her tears with his index finger, and then took her by the hand. He led her to the back of the class, opening the door to the darkroom. Shutting the door behind them, he turned on the red light.
'It's kind of romantic,' Max remarked with a smile, sniffling.
'That's the idea, glad you think so,' Mark replied, resuming their kiss. He began gently guiding her towards the counters, picking her up and letting her sit as they reached it.
He was yanking the hoodie off her, kissing her deeply, with her entwining her legs around him, pushing him closer to her. She felt his hand slide from her hips, down her leg until he reached her shoe, taking it off, then the other one. He stepped out of his own shoes, removing his jacket, still kissing her. He then unzipped her jeans and took them off.
Her hands were holding his face, sliding lower to unbutton his shirt. He interrupted her by taking her blouse off her, reaching her bra straps and pulling them and kissing her shoulders, moving lower down her cleavage. He took the bra off and began pleasuring her nipples. She let out a slight moan, leaning against the wall. She felt him move lower again, kissing her stomach and reaching her underwear. He slid her panties down and looked her in the eyes before putting his mouth between her legs.
As she felt his tongue scraping against her surface and pressing against her clit, she sighed, putting her fingers in his hair. His strokes seemed hungry, she could hear his breath quicken and felt his tongue move lower, entering her, and she couldn't contain the loud moan that exited her.
She pulled his head up to kiss him, helping herself with her legs, pushing him closer. She yet again attempted to unbutton his shirt, he unfastening his pants, getting undressed in a hurry.
'Lie down,' she ordered, hopping off the counter. She took her hoodie and spread it on the carpet.
'On the hoodie?'
'Yes. Lie down, I want to feel you inside me.'
Smiling with thrill, he acquiesced and lay down. She kneeled and sat astride him, leaning down to kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue. She teased him by grinding herself against his hardness, eliciting a quiet moan from him.
She then guided him to her warmth, sighing as she felt him slide inside.
At first she was moving slowly, letting him fill her up completely, then almost entirely out. Feeling him inside her, sliding in and out, was filling her with heat and excitement.
He loved the way she was moving her body on top of him, bending and arching, her lips parted and eyes wide, holding his gaze. She was leaning against his chest, and his fingers were digging into her hips, pulling her onto him.
Max felt a little braver doing it this way, in a half-darkened room, dressed only in the red light. Feeling her pleasure mounting, she began riding him faster, unable to contain her moans, digging her fingers in his skin. The moment was all the more exciting considering that they were indulging themselves at school, both completely naked and louder than they would usually be able to be.
In his passion, he reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing a bit tighter than usual, prompting Max to ride him more decisively, holding onto his wrists. Her breath was quickening, she was fucking him harder, thrilled to be truly dominant for once. Mark was marveling at her, her slight aggressiveness and moans adding to his excitement, her continuous movements becoming more and more pleasurable for him.
She was gazing down at him with pure lust, her body aggressively moving on top of him, her cries of passion harsh. Mine, her expression screamed. The red light illuminated her face in such a way that she appeared dark, evil – so unlike her true self. But somehow he found himself in love with that version of her as well. He was observing her in awe, his head pulled up, his lips parted, breathing out uneven groans, feeling her wall continuously rub against his hardness, sending sheer, raw pleasure. Though in reality her movements were fast-paced, he attempted to slow down time in his mind, prolonging every sensual thrust, taking mental pictures.
Their hungry gasps and sighs were filling the space, safely contained within the darkroom. They were still holding each other's gaze, observing the passion on each other's faces.
Sensing the end, she took his hands off her chest, bent down, resting her arms on his shoulders, and cried out, feeling overwhelmed by her peak. She needed good thirty seconds or more to come to her senses, riding him only so gently now, her eyes closed, her orgasm bringing a satisfied smile to her face, causing him to smile as well – he adored that sight of her. She leaned low, kissing Mark with passion, his hands on her back, pulling her closer. Straightening up, she gradually picked up the pace, faster and faster, until the friction became too unbearable for him, and he also came, his tension bursting inside her, making him groan loudly, and he reached up to touch her breasts again. She could feel him throbbing within her along with his release, and felt so proud of herself for bringing him to climax all on her own.
Out of breath, Mark kept gazing at her in awe, blown away by her dominance. She gently got off him, and snuggled up to him, worn out, but fulfilled. For a while there, she was resting her head on his chest, he embracing her, their legs entwined, both of them covered with sweat, feeling the heat of each other's bodies, trying to catch their breaths while lying there on the rather dirty carpet in the darkroom. His heartbeat in her ear was slowing down until it was back to its normal pace, and she felt him drawing patterns on her back.
Max pulled up to face him, sending him a gorgeous smile before she finally spoke, 'I'm in love with you, too,' she said softly.
Mark felt warmth spreading through his chest, feeling himself being filled with joy. He hadn't scared her off with his confession, and she was now saying the same thing back to him. He smiled widely at her, and pulled her chin towards his face, kissing her delicately and lovingly, she caressing his cheek.
When their lips parted, Max put her head back on his chest, though facing him, and she couldn't stop smiling. He was lightly stroking her hair, gazing deeply into her eyes.
Shyly at first, she looked at him apologetically, wrinkling her nose. 'I'm sorry about that ridiculous argument… I was jealous,' she said, looking down. He would have been able to see a blush on her cheeks had it not been for the red lighting.
'Oh, sweetheart…' His heart melted a little. 'Look at me.'
Max put her head up, though feeling vulnerable, gazing into his eyes, her own wide. He brought his hand to her face, gently caressing her cheek.
'It's okay. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have said so many harsh words.'
'It's okay,' she echoed, accepting his apology, just like he had accepted hers.
'Like I've told you – you're special to me,' he added. 'Right? And I meant it.'
She wasn't sure what he meant by that exactly, though. 'So you mean you've never…with any other student? Ever?'
'Never. Not until you. I even had a rule against it.' He was still stroking her face. 'I never needed to look for sex at my workplace, and I definitely never felt anything romantic towards any of my students. But then you showed up. And I was a goner,' he confessed with a slightly amused expression.
She smiled widely. She climbed on top of him again, leaning in for a kiss, his hand slipping up her thigh, stopping to squeeze her cheek, the other at her back, gripping her tightly. They were slowly making out, feeling overjoyed, until, sadly, they had to leave.
School for the day was over now, and Max was heading to her dorms, texting Chloe.
Max: Did you tell Rachel?
Chloe: No. Not a word.
Chloe: Why you ask?
Max: She said something to me
Max: I mean, first she said she saw *someone* leave my dorm past midnight
Max: Then she implied she knew who it was and…
Chloe: And?
Max: And that they had sex too
Max: But he said it's not true.
Chloe wasn't responding for a good half an hour..
Max: Chloe?
Chloe: Sorry. Processing.
Chloe: I didn't know anything about it, Max
Max: I believe you
Max: And I'm sorry you had to hear it from me but
Max: I'm going to talk to her now
Chloe: Max, please don't
Max: I have to. She knows my secret
Max: And it's a pretty fucking huge one
Max: I'm sorry
Chloe: Alright…
Max reached the dorms and headed to Rachel's room – 224. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few moments later Rachel opened it, surprised to see Max at her doorstep.
'Hey, Max. What brings you in here?' she asked.
'Can I come in?'
'Sure,' Rachel said, letting her in and shutting the door behind her. 'So what's up?'
'Are you going to tell on him?' Max cut straight to the chase, crossing her arms and glaring angrily at the blonde.
Rachel blinked, taken aback by Max's aggressiveness.
'No, of course not,' she swore. 'You have my word.'
'Forgive me if your word doesn't mean much. Why did you say that about him?'
'Said what?'
'Don't play dumb, okay? You said he…' Max closed her eyes for a second. '…was good in bed. Meaning you slept with him, which is not true.'
'Oh, that,' Rachel half-smirked, arching her eyebrow. 'He said it wasn't true? And you believed him?'
'Yeah, just about anyone seems to be more truthful than you, Rachel.'
'Whoa, relax. Okay, fine, I lied. Sorry.'
Max exhaled, baffled. 'Okay? Sorry? Why the fuck would you lie about this?'
'Well, the rumors were already there, so why not own them?'
What?! What rumors?
'Oh, I wonder who would spread them,' Max rolled her eyes.
'Whatever, Max. I do what I want. You don't have to like it.'
'It's pretty rich coming from you. You're the one messing around with my business, and with my best friend!' Max raised her voice.
'Chill. I'm not messing around with Chloe. I actually love her.'
'You'd better fucking mean it sincerely. I'm not going to let you hurt her, you understand?'
'Yeah, I understand,' Rachel replied, seemingly unconcerned.
'And stay the fuck away from my life, please,' Max said at the end, opening and slamming the door shut behind her, not waiting for the answer.
Once she found herself back in her own dorm, she exhaled and tried to calm herself down. She needed to talk to Mark right away.
'Hello?' Mark picked up, his voice a bit hard to hear due to some noises.
'Hi, it's me,' she said. 'Where are you?'
'Blackwell parking lot, getting in the car.'
'Aw, I'd wave at you but…you know.'
'Yeah, baby, I know,' he said warmly. 'So you're okay?'
At the very moment he said "baby", Victoria passed him by and her heart sank a little. Mark heard her slight jeer and rolled his eyes with an amused smile on his face.
'If you're asking about our meeting,' Max said in a low voice, 'then I'm more than okay.'
'Glad to hear that. Same goes for me.'
'But…I did something.'
'What did you do?'
'I…confronted Rachel.' Max heard silence on the other side. It lasted seconds, but felt like hours. 'Mark?'
'I'm here, I just… What did you two talk about?'
'I asked her if she's going to tell on you. She said she won't.'
Mark exhaled. 'Can we trust her?'
'I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I really hope so. I don't want you to get in trouble.' Max paused for a second. 'Mark…'
'Yeah?'
'She said, and I quote, 'the rumors were already there.''
'What? There are?' Mark's voice seemed uneven, the revelation definitely surprised him.
'I've never heard any of them, but then again, no one gossips with me, so…I don't know. But it seems to me that she made them up herself, or maybe she just told me that as an excuse,' Max groaned in annoyance. 'I don't understand what her deal is, honestly.'
'Shit,' he breathed. 'Still, I'm more worried about you,' he said. Max heard the car door get shut.
'About me? Why?'
'Well, if this gets out, what do you think people will say about you?' his voice was full of concern. 'I can guarantee they won't be kind.'
'Fuck. You're right.'
'And hell, who knows, maybe you'd be expelled too.' He heard her exhale with defeat.
'…I didn't even consider it,' she said quietly.
'I'm sorry, baby. I put you in this position, didn't I?' He sounded concerned and guilty at the same time.
'I don't see it that way. I could have said no.'
'You sure?'
'Yes. You'd asked several times if I wanted it. Besides, it's done. We're trapped with each other,' she joked.
'No coming back, huh?' he laughed with her.
'None. Especially after today…'
'Mm, are you talking about our special moment?'
'Yes,' she said quietly. 'Speaking of, what are we going to do about our meetings in my dorm?'
'I'm not sure. They seem a little riskier now.'
'Right.'
'So we're just gonna spend time at my place, what do you say?'
'You know you don't have to convince me.'
'I do know that, but I just want you to know my house is always open to you.'
'I know,' she said, her tone indicating she was smiling.
'I'm glad. Look, I'm going to drive home now, okay? I'll call you later.'
'Okay.'
'Bye, sweetheart.'
'Bye, babe.' With a smile on her face, Max hung up.
She decided to text Chloe now, she felt she owed it to her to let her know how the confrontation with Rachel had gone down.
Max: Chloe?
Max: She admitted it was a lie
Max: I don't know if she will tell you about it
Max: I'm sorry it's all happened
Max: I was just protecting Mark
Max: I'm really sorry if I hurt you
Chloe: It's alright, Max
Chloe: I understand. It's just…
Chloe: For a moment there, I thought she and I would be over, you know?
Chloe: Because I thought she lied to me
Max: I know, I'm sorry. I hope you two can work this out
Max: I want you to be happy
Max: But if she hurts you, I won't allow it
Max: (ง •̀_•́)ง
Chloe: That's sweet, thanks dude 3
Max: Always 3
Everything lifted off her chest for now, Max decided the best course of action would be to take a long, hot shower, feeling fresh and relaxed afterwards. Just as she got back into her dorm room, wrapped in a towel, 7am approaching, she heard her phone buzz, rumbling against the desk. Mark.
'Hello?' she picked up.
'Hey, babygirl,' Mark started enthusiastically and got straight to the point. 'How about you come over?'
'Hey,' she said, chuckling lightly. 'I'd like that, yes.'
'Good. Pick you up in fifteen?'
'Twenty.'
'Fine. See you soon then.'
'See you, babe.'
Max was resting her head on Mark's shoulder, looking him in the eyes and drawing patterns on his bare chest, he doing the same, his fingertips gliding from her temple, down the side of her face, along her collarbone and down her arm. Their legs were loosely entwined with each other, the covers keeping them warm. He was smiling at her, his expression soft.
'Mark,' she started, pulling her head up a bit, 'can I ask you something?'
'Mhm. What is it, baby?' He reached out to tuck a strand of her hair and cupped her face, gently stroking her cheek, the tender caress making her smile.
''Cause, like…before we got together, even during our first class, you would spend a majority of the lecture leaning against the desk that was facing mine, right?' She saw him nod. 'And, uh…I had an impression that you were doing that on purpose… Were you?' She was looking shyly at him, blushing just a bit.
'Well, yes,' he replied, smiling widely. 'I just wanted to see you up close as much as I could. I couldn't exactly approach you anywhere else, and you weren't at my desk a lot, you know, to ask me questions or something like that.'
'Because Victoria was always there. She still is, by the way. Back off my man,' she joked, cracking Mark up. She gave him a light kiss, he caressing the side of her face.
'I so wanted to chat you up about photography, though,' she continued, 'but felt too shy to do that as much. Besides, I was convinced you knew I was crushing on you.' Max hid her smile, burying her face in his chest. 'I didn't want to make it any more obvious.'
'Yeah, I get it. And you know, I had to be careful not to come off…pushy, I guess? I mean, having a crush on someone is one thing, but…I was– I am your teacher, so I just…I didn't want you to feel like you couldn't say no to me. You understand?'
Max listened to him carefully, beginning to understand his reasoning, and nodded with a light smile. 'Yes.'
He pulled up and turned them around, positioning himself on top of her. 'Oh, but you have no idea how much I would fantasize about you, Max,' he said, his voice low and deep, the confession causing Max to burn hot and blush.
'Oh yeah? Like what?'
'Like…taking you on my desk. But we've done that already,' he said, smiling widely at her, with a hint of a smirk. 'Then taking you on your desk, but we've done that too.' He brought his lips to hers, kissing her, smiling into the kiss.
'Well. I can. Tell you,' she was responding between kisses, 'That. That fantasy? Wasn't just yours.'
'Oh, really?' he asked, pulling up a bit, arching his eyebrow at her. 'Now your casual spacing out is starting to make more sense.'
Max chuckled lightly. 'What did you think that was about?'
'I was kind of afraid I was just…boring you.'
'Oh, baby… That was so not it. I was actually listening to you most of the time.' She ran her hands up his arms to reach his face. 'But you're just…way too hot for me to focus all the time.'
Mark laughed warmly, leaning down again for a kiss. 'Alright, that's a valid point. I can forgive that.' He pressed his body closer to hers, his lips trailing off to her jaw, her neck, behind her earlobe. 'But your presence wasn't helping my attention span either, you know?'
'Oh, I'm sorry,' she giggled lightly.
'Are you now?' he arched his eyebrow at her with a smirk.
'No, not really,' she shook her head.
'Yeah, me neither,' he shot back, silencing her further with a kiss. It quickly became passionate, their faces mushing together, hands all over each other, until she felt him enter her, sighing with a sound that resembled relief.
She could feel his chest brush against hers, his abs against her tummy and his deep, near-lethargic thrusts inside her as he continuously repeated the movement. She oh so loved being fucked so slowly, she could feel the entirety of him rub against her whole being. Soon, she felt him roll over and pull her back close to his torso, he lying on his side, she mostly on her back. His knee bent, she spread her legs tucked her one against his, allowing him to enter her, and his arm went around said leg, teasing her wet clit with his fingers. His lips were leaving wet kisses on her breast and its surrounding area, she entwining her fingers in his hair. He wasn't moving much within her, resting almost entirely inside her tight well anyway, his thrusts gentle though reaching deep. Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling his caresses in so many different places at the same time. The way she was moaning quietly and sweetly was making him smile through the kisses, going into her a little deeper every few moves. Mark was gradually intensifying strokes, soon hitting her sweet spot, faster and harder, until she fell apart in his arms, her moan drawn out, her orgasm blended. Max looked up at him, sending him a dazed smile, and he kissed her, just before reaching his peak that soon followed.
Having put their underwear back on, somewhat wrapped in the sheets, Max was lying comfortably on her back, head rested on soft pillows, Mark between her legs, resting his face on her tummy, she lightly stroking his head, her one foot absentmindedly brushing against his back. He reached out with one hand to lace his fingers with hers. They were both turned towards the bedroom television, watching a comedic movie. His head would tremble with her stomach anytime she laughed, and she could feel his beard tickle her skin anytime he would do the same.
They felt happy, carefree.
And they would behave ridiculously, hideously in love during breakfast the following morning, sharing kisses that tasted of pancakes and strawberries.