Booster
I wake up with Lena’s hair in my face and her ass pressed against my morning wood. I have the idea, somewhere in my hazy morning-horny state, to spread her open and roll her over, mount her, and pick up where we left off the night before.
She’s got school, however. And I said that I would take her. And most of all, I told her that I wouldn’t disrupt her life too much.
Usually, I wouldn’t give a shit. But those … oddly soft feelings from the night before linger, and instead of taking what I want, I think about what’s best for Lena right now, and that’s getting up and getting ready for her job.
Lena’s up before me, usually. Except I’m pretty sure that giving her pussy a wild ride (even without my dick) last night wore her the hell out. That’s fine with me. There’s a sense of pride that I feel that I tuckered her out with something like eating her out; I can only imagine how great it’ll be to wear her out when I fuck her.
But … thoughts like that don’t make my dick softer. I nudge her gently as I get out of bed.
“Lena … It’s time to get up. You need to get ready, and I’m going to take you to work.”
Lena mumbles in her sleep, a tired, grumpy kind of thing that I might expect from a kid who doesn’t want to get up to go to school in the morning, not from one of the teachers who has a job there. It makes me laugh a little; it’s cute, and it damn sure shouldn’t be.
“Come on. I’m gonna make breakfast. Up, up.”
I leave her mumbling, face down in my bed. I know that she’ll get up eventually; she’s too passionate about her work, and I know that she’s likely ready to get back to it. She seems like the kind of person that hasn’t ever missed a day of class—I’m pretty sure if she hadn’t been in a wreak, then she wouldn’t have agreed to my condition that she stay home in the first place.
She’ll make a good mother …
The thought lingers in my head a little longer than it should, a little more fondly than it ought to be, as I’m downstairs making breakfast for the two of us. I’m not the sentimental type. I don’t get mushy feelings for women. I chalk it up to the fact that Lena’s a woman that I’m planning on having a baby with, and I leave it at that.
By the time I’m done with making breakfast, Lena’s making her way down. She’s in the same clothes that she was in when she crashed—but I doubt that her colleagues are going to notice it. I miss the way that she looks with my shirts covering her naked body underneath, but I like the way her skirt hugs her hips. I grin at her as I set our plates down.
“Lookin’ good.”
She blushes, and tries to hide it by getting a bite of food. She hums at the taste; she really likes my cooking.
“Thank you. But I look just like any other teacher.”
Nah … no other teacher makes me want to bend them over their desk, take a ruler to their pretty little ass, and make them scream my name—
“Ha, yeah. All right.”
We finish up, and it’s time to take Lena to work.
The whole way there, I’m hyperaware of the fact that Lena’s behind me. Her supple body presses to me, her arms wrapped around tight so that she can hold on. The position has her skirt hiked up on either side of me, too. The creamy, bare expanse of her thighs is a vision that I have every time that I look down, and I can swear I feel the interested heat of her pussy radiating off of her, sensual and inviting in ways that I can’t describe.
I’ve got a bit of a hard on that’s not going to be taken care of anytime soon by the time I get her to the school. I want nothing more than to snatch her back onto my bike when she slides off and drive us down to the nearest deserted alleyway and just take her then and there, where the city can hear her crying out my name while she cums all over my cock.
Instead, I give her a smirk like I’m not going fucking insane just over a taste and whiff of what she’s got between those thick, pretty thighs of hers.
“I’ll see you later, Lena.”
I think my smirks fluster her. She blushes, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“See you later, Booster.”
I watch her as she walks off. She’s got such a good shape … her ass sways side to side in a subtle rhythm, so you know that it’s natural and she’s not trying too hard. I like that. I also like how people’s eyes linger on me, darting between Lena and me. A few—probably teachers and some of the students—lean in and whisper to each other.
Yeah, fuckers, eat it up. Lena Hedlund is mine, and there’s nothing anyone can say to change that now.
Of course, for all my desire to claim Lena as soon as possible … that doesn’t actually pan through.
Lena ends up busy, working both her own classes and subbing for another on what’s usually her free period. Apparently one of the other teachers in a different department got sick, and Lena’s the go-to for picking up other people’s slack. That means almost double the workload for Lena, and no time for me to whisk her off up to my room to put her face down, ass up.
That’s fine. I told her I wasn’t going to intrude on her life as long as she wasn’t getting fucked by other men.
It’s neither here nor there, since I end up occupied with club business—so even if Lena was free, I’d be the one cockblocking us.
Sweet, sweet irony.
I do drive her to and from work, however. I make time enough for that. Her new car will be coming in at the end of the week, and it’s odd to say, but I’ll actually miss driving her. I like having her on my bike, like she’s my girl. I like the looks that we get and the blush that she has when she tells me about how the other teachers are asking about her new beau. The word amuses me; I tell her she’s allowed to tell them whatever she wants about us. Their opinion doesn’t matter to me, what matters is Lena.
When Thursday rolls around, I resign myself to knowing that it’s close to the last day that I’m going to be riding Lena home. It’s an odd sinking feeling; I push it down because while it’s the last time I’ll be driving her, it’s not the last time I’ll be seeing her.
After all … we still haven’t consummated our agreement. And I intend to do that many, many times.
I need to get back to the club to sort out some books that Happy isn’t smart enough to figure out. Before I can drive off, Lena stops me.
“Hey, Booster. Are you free tomorrow night?”
The question catches me off guard.
“Hm?”
“Are you free tomorrow night?” she repeats. “I won’t have a lot to grade and I was wondering if you wanted to come over for … dinner?”
Her statement sounds like it was supposed to be something else—like she’s not inviting me over solely for dinner. Not like I’m opposed.
I smirk at her, and nod.
“Yeah. I’ll be free for dinner.”
I leave her there, her face flushed but pleased. I wonder if she’s ever invited a man over to her house expressly for him to fuck her—I like to think that I’m the first one. The first that’s had her cumming rivers with a mouth, the first that’s going to cum in her, the first that’s going to father for her.
I want to be so many firsts for Lena. I want to claim her wholly.
Friday comes around, and I’m eager. I almost don’t want to wait for the evening. Having her on the back of my bike is agony, and watching her go raises those urges in me again to whisk her away from her job just so I can bust her wide open.
I resist.
I behave.
I know that, tonight I’m going to get what I want, and when I do I’ll be allowed to have it again and again because Lena’s going to be addicted. I intend that damn much.
She’s on the back of my bike now. Her skirt is shorter than I’m used to, and more of her is exposed to my vision. It’s almost too distracting, and I catch myself sliding my hand along her creamy skin while I drive us to her home. She invited me over to dinner, after all.
I could tell her exactly what it is I wanna eat, though, and it’s not a Friday meal.
We pull up, and I let her off. She has to adjust her skirt where it’s ridden up, but I pull her to me. Admittedly, I’m impatient. I can’t think about food; all I can think about is what she has me here for.
I slide my hand between her thighs under her skirt, skimming just outside her panties. It makes her gasp, her thighs instinctually parting as though her body knows my touch and knows who it’s supposed to open up for. I like that.
I fondle her a little, out in the open in front of her home. She doesn’t have neighbors, so no one will see, but it’s still the animal element to it that’s got me hot.
Would she let me fuck her outside, on her porch, make her scream and moan and echo to the wilderness?
God, I fucking hope so.
I slip my finger into her panties, over her slit. She’s already wet for me, and I’m rock-fucking-solid at the heat between her legs. I slide into her, slow. Torturing her with just a taste of what I’m going to give her when we’re in her home.
“Booster …” She backs her pretty ass up against my hand, and I ease another finger into her.
“Yes?” I ask. I don’t remove my fingers from her. In, out, an easy rhythm that has her breath starting to come out in pants and a little whine in her throat.
“We should … go inside … dinner …”
I chuckle, and withdraw my fingers.
“If you insist.”
I make a show of cleaning my fingers off, sliding them into my mouth and sucking the juices of her pussy off the digits. She watches with wide eyes and flushed skin. I give her another grin and make my way up her porch.
She’s quick to follow, snapping out of the stupor and almost eager to get inside—so much so that she fumbles with her keys. I like this … I like how badly she wants me and how easy it is to make her undone just by having my fingers in her.
What will she be like when I fuck her? Just as pliable?
I step inside after her. it’s the first time that I’ve been inside her house, and it suits her. I look around briefly—there’s books and bookshelves everywhere.
You can tell Lena lives here.
But I don’t keep my attention on the surroundings for long. I’ll pay attention when it matters. Right now, Lena’s shrugging off her jacket and looking at me like she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to be doing. Dinner, according to her little reminder to me when I was playing outside, but dinner’s not on my mind.
I pull Lena toward me, and she doesn’t protest. When I kiss her, her lips part almost submissively, willingly, and I growl against her mouth.
“I don’t want dinner,” I say.
“Neither do I.”
That’s damn good, because I’m not waiting around for another interruption. I had every intention, the night she finally agreed, to take my time with her and make her addicted to my touch before I fucked her. I’ve already done that—I’m not wasting my time with foreplay, not for round one, at least.
I kiss her, pushing her back. I spot a table, I assume in the dining room. I don’t really care about the layout of her house right now. With a bite to her lip, I turn her around, pressing her face down to the wood. She moans at how roughly I shove her down, and something about that makes my cock ache even harder.
What a perfect woman. Innocent when she needs to be and a little slut when I want her to be.
I shove her skirt up over her ass, exposing the fullness of it to me and those gorgeous thighs I had my face buried in a week ago. Her panties are little lacy things, and I grip them, ripping them off easily.
She’s wet, dripping for me already, swollen lips and pretty bud.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her, already working at the button and zipper of my jeans. “Show me how bad you want me to fuck that little cunt of yours.”
A flush blooms over her skin—so she can blush everywhere, and not just her face, huh? I grin as I see the color rise over her ass, and even more so as she obeys my order perfectly, sliding her fingers into herself with a jolt and a little whine.
“Booster …” She works her fingers in and out of herself, getting them wet with her pleasure. I palm myself, easing some of the tension before I nudge the head of my cock against her hole.
With a groan, a deep, satisfied groan, I push in while her fingers are still inside. She gasps, whines, and goes to remove her fingers.
“Don’t,” I tell her. “Don’t I feel good?”
She nods, whining some more, and I grip her hips.
“Keep them in there while I fuck you. Enjoy how full you are. ’cause, doll, I’m gonna enjoy how tight your little pussy is.”
She gives another whine, caught off guard and turned on by my words. Her hips in hand, I slide all the way inside her.
Her pussy constricts around my cock, like it’s hungry and needy to have me in her. Lena lets out a lout cry, not uncomfortable, but pleasured, like she’s never had cock like mine before—and, well, she hasn’t, that’s for damn sure.
I take her hard, riding her from behind with my hands on her hips. This is what I’ve been waiting for—the chance to plunge myself inside her and work her for all she’s worth so she can give me what I want.
“You feel so good … fuck …”
And she does. She fits me like a glove, like her body was made for mine and mine alone, and it makes my cock pulse inside her, spurting a little precum in a show of what’s to come inside her tight hole. I’ve fucked a lot of women in my day … but none of them take me like Lena.
She bucks back against me, enjoying every hard thrust and deep shove that I give her. It’s like she wants this as much as I do—to make me cum and breed her, and it’s so fucking hot, I know that round one isn’t going to last long.
And that’s fine.
That’s what rounds two and three are for.
She tightens around me, and I know that she’s not going to last long either, and I lay myself over her, latching my teeth into her neck. She cries out, arching against me—I’m pleasantly surprised to feel her pussy literally clench and a flood of pleasure flow out from around my cock.
Holy shit. Girl came from that. Noted.
I grin with her neck in my mouth, and I take that as invitation to do the same. The closer I get, the less rhythmic my thrusts are, but that’s all right. In, out, hard, unrelenting, until it’s my cock pulsing hard and my balls drawing up—
I snap into her, flush, spilling into her womanhood, and I groan hard. There’s so much it leaks out around my cock, spilling down her thighs. I rock my hips, milking myself within her, pushing my cum deep into her willing body. When there’s nothing left, I stay inside her, enjoying the warm, tight wrap of her pussy about my cock.
She pants below me, and I love the way her body shakes, how there’s a total, unequivocal wrack of pleasure that knocks through her. It draws a lot of satisfaction out of me, and I nibble her neck some more before kissing it.
Pulling out of her isn’t a thing that I want, but I want her in a bed and on her back, legs around me, and her nails in me.
Simple needs, really.
I’m still hard when I slide out. I’m not going to go down anytime soon, and that’s a guarantee that I’m glad to give Lena, if I’m being honest. She whines at her emptiness, at the air that hits her warmth.
“Booster—”
“Bedroom,” I tell her. “I’m not done with you yet.”