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A/N Okay so this lesson was called Like A Virgin, three guesses as to what we had to write about ;). Huge thanks to Chocaholic123 for the excellent lesson which can be found on the PTB blog (seriously go and read it because it's hilarious!). Please leave me your constructive criticism :)
I can't believe this is happening. I've dreamt about it for months now, about how his lips would feel on mine, about the way his fingers would tickle across my skin, and wondering if he'd be possessive or loving. I'd slide my hands down my body, tweaking and teasing as I went, while I imagined it was him. For months now my pleasure has been derived from fantasies of us coupled with my fingers.
But it's real now. Those lips raining kisses on my neck which leave me breathless are his, the fingers gripping my waist and grinding me against hard denim making waves of pleasure crash in me are his, and the hair gripped so tightly in my fist is his too. It's better than I ever imagined on those lonely nights.
His lips suck at my flesh mixing pain with pleasure. I shiver knowing that he's marking me as his.
I wish I could write his name over each bruise. Emmett, it would read, with a heart to encircle it all. My neck would be a shrine dedicated to him and the wonderful way he brought my body pleasure. The fingerprint bruises left on my hips from his grip will look so holy the sight will bring me to my knees. And all over my body you'd see his name. But it's an impossibility. He'll be etched against my skin in bruises and my own memory only.
"No one can know," he whispered, finally giving into temptation as I closed the passenger side door behind me.
And what a temptation I have been. Since the first week of school where I sat front and centre of his class I've teased him. I made it my main goal for the school year to have him, to break him, and now here we are in his car—in the school car park no less—on the last day of term. It didn't take long for the desire to overwhelm him.
"Mr McCarty" —I pant out his name on a breathy moan, knowing full well that the use of it makes his eyes darken with lust— "say it again."
I feel him twitch underneath my cotton and his dark denim as he groans out against my ear, "run away with me, Rose."
The taboo of our actions just excites me even more. At the thought of the fallout from our eloping a flood of desire dampens my panties and I grind down against him harder. The teacher and the high school student, it's all so deliciously forbidden.
The windows of his car have fogged up from our hot bodies and heavy breathing. The inside is volcanic in it's heat and intensity. He moves his hands, so big and masculine, up my body and cups my tits. He pushes and squeezes my flesh together while laying open mouthed kisses against my flushed skin. The wet from his mouth and tongue drives me insane and causes my nipples to stiffen and ache in want.
My moaning seems to give him an indication as to what I need even though I'm not entirely sure myself. Pushing his hands underneath my cheer uniform top Emmett pushes it up and over my chest exposing my black sports bra to him. I blush at the less than sexy underwear I'm wearing but he doesn't seem to mind as he groans and bucks against me. He hooks his fingers into the top of the Lycra and pulls the material down, dragging it against my skin and nipples, until I'm completely exposed to him.
My nipples pebble under his stare. The way he looks at me gives me goose bumps, but now the nerves are creeping in. Emmett grasps my tits in both of his hands and pushes and lifts them together before bending his head to lap his tongue against my nipples. The pleasure is shocking. It's intense and more than I've ever felt before and it knocks the nerves right out of me for now.
My senses are beginning to become overwhelmed. I try to focus but the feel of his hard cock grinding against me, the heat of his fingers squeezing my tits so roughly and the cold wet from his lapping tongue is too much for me to comprehend. I'm a needy mess. I whine and moan and writhe against him. There's a pressure building in the pit of my stomach only lower, much lower. I know it's an orgasm building, but oh, God it's never been this… this… powerful before.
My fingers are digging into his shoulders as I push, push, push myself against him. He must know that I'm close. He moves those wicked lips back to my ear—the raggedness and heat of his breath pushing me closer—and he whispers sinful things to me.
"Are you close, Rosebud? You must be because I can feel how wet you are even through my denim."
I have no time to feel embarrassed that I've not only soaked through my panties but right through his denim too because I'm suddenly space bound. With my back arched, mouth open, fingers digging into his shoulders and my hips grinding into him I fly to the moon. My vision is filled with stars. I float back to Earth with his soft kisses on my cheek.
I lie against his chest, the thump thumping of his heart soothing my own, as we catch our breath. Sweat makes the little wisps of hair that have escaped my ponytail stick to my forehead and neck. I'd love a shower but nothing in the world could make me leave his arms right now. My smile is crazy wide and full of sunshine.
But then he's moving under me, forcing me to sit up once more, as he digs in his pockets. He pulls a shiny foil packet from his front pocket and with a heart stopping wink he starts to unbuckle his belt. His fingers pull and slide the leather through the brass buckle in slow motion. They're in the same speed as they pull the zipper down, down.
My teeth are embedded into my bottom lip. I hear him ask me to lift up a little and then begin to tremble slightly as he hooks his thumbs into his jean's and boxer waist band before sliding them over his hips and to his knees. I tip my head back—my eyes locked onto the fuzzy grey material on the car ceiling—before I can see his cock. My breathing has picked up again, and even though I'm still sticky with excitement, I know it's more because I'm filled with trepidation.
The sound of the condom wrapper being torn open sends my heart into palpitations and I squeeze my eyes tight shut. This is what you wanted I chant to myself but it does very little to calm me down. Do I want this? Deep down I know I do. My sudden panic isn't because I'm about to give my virginity to a teacher but because I'm worried about the pain.
And what if I'm not good? We've all heard the football team talking about those girls that lie there like sacks of potatoes. What if it's so painful I cry? Oh, God that would just be to humiliating!
When Emmett rests his palm against my cheek to get eye contact again I almost jump right out of my skin. He frowns a little and I assume it's because I have a wild, crazy look in my eyes. He pulls my face closer to his, our eyes are locked because I daren't look away from his, and kisses me softly. The gentle caress of his mouth against mine brings tenderness to this sordid affair and I'm surprised to find that I was missing it. Tears prick at my eyes as he strokes my face with his thumbs and brushes his mouth against mine.
Emmett pulls back slightly, keeping our foreheads pressed together, and I finally see him—it—him. I get the giggles because holy crap that's a real live penis! But then I notice it's length, and sweet baby Jesus, the girth and I'm back to nerves and shakiness. I'm mesmerised as it twitches of it's own accord inside the condom. The veins—especially the big one running right down the centre—are something I wasn't expecting, and the way the tip balloons out slightly has me worrying that he's not going to fit at all.
"Is this what you wanted, Petal? All those times you swayed into my class with those tiny skirts and fuck me eyes." His voice is all growl and possession. It thrills me.
I nod my head because of course this is what I wanted. I know he's heard the rumours—who hasn't?—and I haven't exactly done anything to prove I'm not the school slut especially in the clothes I've been wearing lately. Emmett has no idea he's about to take me virginity.
And then he's moving my panties to the side, his knuckles brushing against my wet, and lining himself up against me. I take deep even breaths to try and steady myself but it's futile. With my waist in his hands he pulls me down as he pushes up.
I feel every inch of him slide into me. It's hard—the sliding not just his cock—because my pussy's never been stretched this far before, and fuck if it doesn't hurt. The pain burns inside of me, my face is scrunched up as my teeth bite down on my lip to stop from crying out. I know he'll be able to tell the difference between my screams of pleasure and whimpers of pain, and I don't want him to stop.
As he fills me inch by agonising inch Emmett groans against my neck, "So fucking tight." He moans it over and over like a prayer.
I have a white knuckle grip on his shoulders by the time he's buried himself all the way in me. It feels like minutes since he first slid himself into me but I know it's only been seconds. God I hope the pain dissipates soon.
I'm just catching my breath when he moves his hands to my ass. With a cheek in each hand he uses my butt for leverage as he rolls my hips against him while he thrusts up into me. The circular grinding has his pubic bone hitting my clit but the pain of being stretched so suddenly overrides any pleasure I may have felt.
The pain is sharp and stinging but it's nothing compared to the emotions overwhelming me right now. I'm full of him physically and emotionally. He fills my pussy but he fills my heart to. This wasn't some silly school girl crush. I love him.
I watch Emmett as he watches us. His eyes are trained on my pussy and he lets out a sexy grunt every time he bottoms out in me. The look of adoration in his eyes keeps me going. This is what I wanted. I wanted this man to want me so much he would risk losing his life. I wanted him to lust after me, to chase me, and then fall in love with me. And I did it. But I'm just as lost in us as he is.
As he fucks me I let myself imagine a future and the joy of that makes me cry out for him. This only spurs him on and he bounces me up and down, slamming into me harder and harder. I ache for him. I want him to feel as good as he made me feel earlier but my thighs are burning and my pussy is already so swollen. I don't know if I'll be able to hide it much longer.
"Please, Emmett—"I beg him—"come in me." I'm all breathless whispers and a longing heart.
Emmett wraps his arms around my waist, my chest now sliding against his own, as he rocks me against him. The material of his shirt is rough on my still bare breasts but it's not painful. The car fills with the smell of our sex and squeaks as it bounces in time with ours.
His movements become erratic and then he's groaning and cursing and moaning as he twitches inside me, spilling his come into the condom.
We stay wrapped up in each other and our sweaty little bubble for a while. Our heart beats beat together and our breathing evens out. We share barely there kisses and so soft touches. It's all fluffy clouds and candy floss sweet.
Eventually he drives me home, dropping me off on the corner so no one spots him, and as he drives away I let myself hope that he really meant it when he asked me to run away with him.