Under Mr Nolan's bed

He shook his head, looking pained. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Leah.

Everywhere I go, everything I do, there you are. I can’t get you out of my head.” My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.

“I thought…” He swallowed, his hand moving down my neck, over my shoulder, his eyes following the curve there. “I thought that if I moved on, I could stop this… crazy thinking. This feeling I have for you…”

“What feeling?” I pressed against him. “Tell me.”

“Leah…” He whispered my name, using his thumb to rub over my lips. “I took her to bed tonight, yes, I did. I fucked her senseless, until I couldn’t see straight-” His words shot arrows into my heart and I felt the sting of them in my chest. “And every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face.” He pressed me back toward the counter with the weight of his body. “It wasn’t her I was touching… or kissing… or fucking… it was you, Leah. Every minute I was with her, I was wishing it was you.”

“Oh god.” I reached up and put my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine.

It was like sinking into something dark and warm and soft, the safest place I’d ever been. His arms pulled me against him, his mouth slanting across mine, hungry, sucking at my tongue. I moaned against his lips, pressing my thigh between his, finding his cock hard in his shorts.

“Please!” I tugged at my panties with one hand as he sucked at my throat, biting there, his breath ragged already.

His hands were lifting me onto the counter, yanking my panties down and probing between my legs. Just being with him made me wet and his fingers slipped inside as he kissed me again, his mouth taking me, his tongue pressed deep. I rocked against his hand, gasping for breath, spreading my legs wide and then wrapping them around his waist.

His cock was hot against my thigh, even through his shorts, and I reached for it, rubbing the material. He groaned against my mouth, panting as he broke the kiss and knelt on the floor between my legs, burying his face there.

“Oh god!” I grabbed his hair, pulling him into me.

“Shhhhh,” he urged, and I tried to be quiet, but his tongue was like liquid fire over my clit, licking me until I was straining against him, wanting more, more.

I pulled my shirt off over my head, playing with my nipples as he sucked at the wet, pink flesh between my lips.

“Yes!” I put my feet up on his shoulders and leaning back on my elbows, exposing myself completely.

“Oh put your fingers in me!” I begged, and he did, fucking me with his hand, two fingers stretching me open, plunging deep into my pussy. The wet, rhythmic sound filled the bathroom.

“Your cock.” I sat up and slid down off the counter. “Put it in me.” He stood, kissing me again as I helped him with his shorts, grabbing onto the length of him and squeezing hard. That made him grunt and grit his teeth, his eyes closing a little. “Do you want me?” I tugged, twisting my hand, rubbing my thumb over the wet tip. “Do you want to fuck me, Mr. Nolan?”

“Brat!” He chuckled, grabbing my shoulders and turning me away from him.

I gasped, feeling his hand on my back, pressing my belly to the cold counter. I could see him standing behind me in the mirror, his cock hard and aimed toward my ass.

“You wanna be fucked, little girl?” He ran his hands over the swell of my ass, reaching between my legs and spreading my lips. His fingers moved up and down that slit, teasing my clit, my hole.

“Yes!” I nodded, meeting his eyes in the mirror, tilting my pelvis, going up on my tiptoes.

“Tell me.” The head of his cock rubbed up and down in my wetness, making me squirm and moan. “Shhh, Leah… we don’t want to wake them.” I gasped, feeling the pressure of his cock there, right there. “Fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me good and hard.”

He grabbed my hips, sliding his cock in deep on the first try, making me whimper with the size of him. I took it all, and asked for more, as he started moving inside of me, pressing me against the counter with every thrust. I watched him in the mirror, his eyes moving over my body as he drove into me, my nipples grazing the counter, my breath fogging the mirror with my gasps.

I reached under my belly, between my legs, circling my clit with my fingers. It was swollen and aching to be touched, but I couldn’t help slipping my hand up further, feeling the place where he was pressed into my flesh, the skin taut around the shaft. His balls were heavy, slapping against my hand, and the only sound was our bodies coming together again and again in the dimness.

“You feel so good!” His hands tightened, gripping my ass and hips as he drove in harder.

“Yes!” I gasped, my fingers searching out my clit again, rubbing hard and fast, keeping up with his rhythm. It felt so good, I wanted to moan, scream, writhe on the bathroom counter underneath him, but I couldn’t. Instead, I just watched him fuck me through half-closed eyes, my breath steaming the mirror as I rubbed myself off, the sight of him, his eyes on me, filling me with lust.