Under Mr Nolan's bed

“I shaved for you,” I whispered, watching his face. “Do you like it?” He groaned and leaned in to lick me in response, his mouth moving up and down my slit, his tongue dipping deep inside before slipping back up to my clit, making low noises in his throat as he sucked. I moaned, leaning back on my elbows on the counter and spreading my thighs wide.

“Oh please,” I whispered, watching his mouth working over my pussy, his tongue lapping back and forth over the sensitive bud of my clit. I had never been able to watch him do it before and I found it beyond exciting, his eyes on mine as he squatted in front of me, his hand kneading the soft flesh of my inner thighs.

“That’s so good!” I pulled my t-shirt up to reveal the swell of my breasts, my nipples already hard. He watched me play with them, groaning when I tugged and made them stand up, the skin around them pursed. His tongue felt like wet heaven. I couldn’t stand it much longer, and my fingers rubbing my nipples increased the sensation even more.

“So close,” I whispered a warning, my head going back, and his tongue traced fast, furious and ecstatic circles around my clit. “Oh, now, now, now!” I was coming, the force of my orgasm threatening to send me shuddering off the bathroom counter, my belly trembling with it, my thighs quivering under his hands as I bucked against his mouth. I didn’t even have time to recover before he was standing, leaning in and kissing me so I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Fuck me.” I reached down and grabbed his cock, aiming it for my pussy.

“Please, fuck me.”

He groaned, sliding me down off the counter and turning me around. He bent me over the surface, pushing my skirt up and yanking my panties roughly down to my knees. His cock was sliding into me before I knew what was happening, pressing deep and pulling back fast before shoving in again right away.

“Oh!” I cried as he grabbed my hips, working the length of his cock between my legs, burying himself to the hilt. The jolt of it sent me ramming into the counter, each thrust making my whole body quiver. And still, I wanted more. I squeezed myself around him, reaching between my legs to rub my aching clit.

“Oh Jesus,” he whispered as my muscles clamped down on him. My breasts were swaying under me as he drove forward, and I put my hand on the mirror to balance myself, watching his face change, become more tense and strained, the sound of our breathing filling the room.

“Oh god, yes, Mr. Nolan!” I moaned, my clit beginning to throb, my belly tight, something coiled there, ready to spring. “Fuck me, do it hard!”

“Shhhhh,” he urged, glancing at the door, but not stopping, his cock filling me completely, again and again, spreading my wet, pink lips and sinking deep into the tight tunnel of my flesh. “Have to be quiet, baby.”

“It’s so hard!” I pressed back against the saddle of his hips, working my clit faster. “I want it so much.”

“Oh god,” he groaned, squeezing my hips and bucking hard. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!”

“Wait.” I pulled him out of me and whirled around to squat in front of him, my panties around my ankles and my skirt still up to my waist. “Come in my mouth.”

I rubbed my clit fast as I took his cock in my hand, milking the length and sucking the tip. He growled, grabbing the back of my head and thrusting hard, shooting a white hot blast of cum deep into my throat. My instinct was to gasp, but I knew I would choke, so instead I started to swallow, the taste of him sending me over, too, my body shuddering with the delicious heat of an orgasm for the second time in ten minutes. When he was spent, he pulled me up and kissed me again, his tongue soft and exploring now. We were both still breathless and panting.

“What have you done to me?” He looked down at my panties still around my ankles. “I can’t stop… I just can’t stop.”

“Then don’t stop.” I kissed his cheek.

I pulled my panties up, turning to tug my t-shirt down, straightening and smoothing. I noticed my handprint right in the center of the mirror. Mr. Nolan was tucking and zipping, watching me.

“I’ll go first.” He grabbed me to him and kissed me again. “Are you spending the night again tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He smiled and his look made me want to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Meet you in the theater.”

The door closed behind him and I locked it, going back to the sink and washing my hands. I don’t want Erica to suspect anything, I thought, picking up my soda that was still sitting on the counter. Closing my eyes, I took a shaky breath and unlocked the door, walking on unsteady legs back into the theater to where my best friend and her dad were waiting.

Chapter Ten

“I’m staying over! I don’t care what you say!” I hissed into the phone, peeking around the corner into the living room where Erica and her dad were sitting on the couch watching John Carpenter’s Vampires. Erica had her face buried against his shoulder, clutching his shirt, and I just knew I was missing a good part.