Under Mr Nolan's bed

“Yes!” I whispered, biting at his neck. “Fuck me, Rob.” The sound of the words, coupled with his name in my mouth, felt so adult, and he looked at me, his eyes searching mine. “Please!” I begged him, squeezing his cock, feeling it twitch in my hand. “Fuck me, right here, right now.”

He groaned, breathless, and pulled back, shaking his head. “Leah… no…

we can’t.”

I sighed as he turned and started straightening, zipping and snapping, and I felt such an incredible longing I almost couldn’t stand it. I took a knife and cut the stick of butter violently in half, peeling off the paper and putting it into a dish to melt it in the microwave.

“I’m sorry.” He met my eyes as he held the bowl of popcorn out for the butter. I poured it on with a shrug.

“Never mind.” I shook my head. “You’re right.”

“Daddy!” Erica screamed from the other room, startling us both. “He’s the vampire, you idiots! Oh my god!”

I grinned, shaking some salt on the popcorn. “You better go save her.” He leaned over and nuzzled my ear. “I’d rather save you.”

“I don’t know if I can be saved,” I replied with a little smile, feeling a twinge of guilt as I headed back to the living room. Erica was squealing at the bloodbath on the screen, half covering her eyes, but peeking out between her fingers. Mr.

Nolan sat between us again with the popcorn on his knees and we all reached into the buttery softness at once.

“Did we miss anything?” His hand brushed mine in the bowl, making me tingle.

Erica started talking, explaining plot points, but I was lost already-lost in the hard edge of his jaw as he chewed his popcorn and the way the cuff of his sleeve pulled up to reveal the dark hairs on his forearm and the curved wrinkles around his mouth when he smiled over at me.

I don’t know how much of the rest of the movie I actually saw. If someone had asked me to tell them about it, I couldn’t have. Luckily, Erica was asleep, curled up in the corner of the sofa, her head resting on the arm, and Mr. Nolan didn’t seem interested in asking me about the movie as he stopped the tape and pushed ‘rewind’ on the remote.

“It’s eleven,” he whispered, glancing over at Erica, who snorted and shifted a little in her sleep. “Did you tell your mom midnight?” I sighed, nodding. “I don’t want to go.”

“I don’t want you to go,” he agreed, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close.

His lips brushed over my forehead, but I tilted my face up to him for more, letting out a soft whimper. He kissed me, just touching his mouth to mine, our lips buttery still from the popcorn.

“I want you,” I breathed, taking his hand and putting it over my breast. He shook his head, but his fingers found my nipple, making it hard under my t-shirt as he rubbed it. “Please… we have an hour.”

“Erica,” he reminded me as I slid my hand between his legs, finding him already hard under the thick material. When I rubbed there, he shifted, his cock straining under the denim.

“She sleeps like the dead,” I murmured, grazing my nails over his crotch, arching against his hand. My pussy was so wet that my panties felt like they were sticking to me. “God, please… please…”

I was kneeling up, kissing him, moving his other hand between my legs so he could feel the heat there and how much I wanted him. His big palm rubbed my mound, his tongue sucking at mine, our breath coming faster. I straddled one of his legs, moving my crotch up and down his thigh, and both of his hands found their way under my t-shirt, thumbing my nipples through my bra.

“I want you to fuck me,” I purred into his ear, wanting to tempt him. “I want your cock inside my wet little pussy.”

“Oh Leah,” he whispered. “God, I want that, too… you have no idea how much.”

I unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, slipping my hand under my panties, between my lips, and then lifting my wet fingers to his mouth. I rubbed my juices there and he watched me, looking pained, tasting me on his tongue when I slid my finger between his lips.

“Then, show me how much,” I murmured, kissing him. “Please.” He groaned, shoving his big hand down into my jeans, his fingers parting my soft, wet lips, probing deep and slipping inside of me. I moaned softly, trying to be quiet as he began to fuck me, plunging his fingers up into me as we kissed.

Panting against his neck, I clutched him, rocking, wanting more.

Beside us, Erica shifted, sighing, and we both froze. I swallowed hard, glancing over at her, and he did, too.

“Take me upstairs,” I whispered, begging.

“Okay,” he panted, sliding his hand out of my jeans. “Let’s go.” I moved off of him, going up as quietly as I could, avoiding the creaky fifth step, and he did, too. When we got to the top, he grabbed me, pinning me hard against the wall and plunging his tongue deep into my mouth. I gasped, sliding my arms up around his neck and arching against him.