Under Mr Nolan's bed

“I like it,” I murmured before taking the length into my mouth, as much as I could, tasting my pussy juices on him. He let me do that for a minute, sucking him deep before teasing the tip with my tongue, running it along that tiny slit, the place where I couldn’t wait for all his cum to spill out. I thought I could taste it already and it made me suck harder.

“Hey, whoa,” he whispered, grabbing my hair and easing me up on him.

“Come here.”

He pulled me onto him, kissing me, his hands settling on my hips as he rocked me down against his shaft, which was trapped between us. It was slick and hard and rubbing against my pussy-and I wanted it. Reaching down, I grabbed his cock, aiming him, and he groaned out loud when I sank down onto his length.

“That’s a girl,” he murmured as I started to move my hips in little circles, amazed at how good it felt to rub my clit there, right against the base of his cock.

“Ride me.”

I did, using my hands on his chest to keep myself steady as I slid up and down on him. His eyes moved over my body as I rocked, and his hands soon followed, cupping my breasts as they bounced with my motion. Lost in my own pleasure, I angled his thick length so my clit slid wetly up and down his shaft, moving faster as the sensation increased.

“Oh, I like that,” I whispered when he squeezed my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. That made me ride him faster, harder, grinding my pelvis into his when I hit bottom. I was working so hard, wanting it, aching for it, my breath coming in gasps.

“Here,” he murmured, grabbing my hips and holding me still, and then he was fucking me from underneath, thrusting up into me, his shaft easing a delicious, wet path over my clit again and again. “Like that?”

“Oh yes,” I nodded, sitting up and pinching my nipples. His thumb found my clit, rubbing there as he fucked me, driving me up off the bed. “Fuck me, yes, yes!”

He grunted, his eyes half-closed as he drove his cock up into my flesh.

The feeling between my legs was building, full to bursting, and I rocked, feeling 138

the head of him shifting inside of me, against the soft, smooth walls of my pussy, making him groan.

“Oh please, Rob,” I whispered, looking down at him. “Make me come all over you.”

“Oh Leah,” he murmured, and I felt him tense, his body tight beneath mine. “Oh fuck, Leah, you feel so good.”

“Now,” I purred, closing my eyes and feeling it take me, my orgasm like a wave of heat as I collapsed onto him. He wrapped his arms around me as he thrust up hard into my flesh, grunting with every burst of cum as he spilled hot waves of it up into my pussy. The sweet, rhythmic flutter between my legs seemed to be milking his cock.

“I love you,” he whispered into my ear, kissing me fiercely before I had a chance to answer. When the kiss broke, I had tears in my eyes.

“I love you, too.” I traced his lips with my fingers.

He smiled, sitting me up on him and looking up at me in the dim light.

“You’re so beautiful.” I smiled back, my heart swelling in my chest. He ran his hands up and down my slender body, his eyes never leaving mine, and I was so lost in the moment that I never heard her at the door.

“I hate you!” Erica hissed, and we both jumped, moving to cover ourselves, but it was too late. Much too late. She was standing there, her face red, her eyes slits, her hands clenched into tight fists.

“I hate you both!” she screamed, turning and slamming the door behind her.

And just like that, the moment was gone

Chapter Eleven

The world outside was a blur as rain poured down in steady sheets. I leaned my forehead against the passenger side window, watching figures moving in soft-focus, dark blues and blacks scurrying together to get inside. No clusters of girls laughing and clutching their books to their chests stood on the front steps today-most everyone had an umbrella and they were hurrying, head-down, toward the front doors of the school.

“Are you going to Erica’s today?” my mother asked as she stopped the car as close as she could to the front entrance.

“No.” I grabbed my own umbrella off the floor, reaching for the car door handle.

“Is there something wrong, Leah?” she asked. “You haven’t gone over there all week.”

I shrugged my backpack over my shoulder, glaring at her. “First I’m over there too much and now I’m not over there enough-are you ever happy?” Her hurt look made me stop and sigh. “Thanks for the ride, okay?”

“Stay dry,” she said in a small voice as I opened the passenger door and struggled with my umbrella.

“Bye, Mom.” I shut the door and fell in behind the rest of the girls who were trying to make it as fast as possible into the school.

That old saying about April showers was proving to be true this week-it had done nothing but rain, rain, rain. We were shoulder to shoulder as we moved

up the steps, and I waited while the girl in front of me closed her umbrella and shook it over the railing before stepping under the eave and doing the same.

“Leah?” The sound of Erica’s voice made my heart lurch.