NATE
This is wrong. I know this is wrong. I know this is wrong, yet I don’t give a fuck. Does that make me desperate or pathetic? Both? How much worse does it make the situation that I don’t give a fuck about that either? It’s unlike me to not give a fuck anymore. To not care about the consequences of my actions. But I can’t stop this. Fuck it. I don’t want to stop this…
Her top falls to the ground, exposing her ample tits, which are begging for attention, in a red lace bra. She backs up slowly. Each step away from me, away from the edge of the bed where I’m fucking panting like I’ve run ten miles, is taken with intensity and purpose. She’s well aware of the power she holds over this moment. Over me.
The second she’s out of my reach, her fingertips reach behind her to the clasps. In a deliciously dirty tone, she declares, “Once you touch me, I’m all yours.”
My cock throbs in response.
No. She’s wrong. I can touch her, I can kiss her, hell, I can fuck her and still walk away from this. I can make this the onetime thing it should be. I have to. It’s not a choice.
I watch the delicate item fall to the floor. Seeing her heaving mocha chest and dark chocolate nipples instantly darts my tongue across my lips. My mouth trembles from the begging it’s trying to hold in. Just the sight of her body is like being a recovering alcoholic staring at a round of top shelf tequila shots. I want her. Fuck that. I need her. My body needs hers. It’s a dependency I’ve never known before and I have no idea where it came from or why I have it now.
Ainsley’s hand softly runs a path down towards the only piece of clothing left on her curvy body. Her fingers hook around the thin string. She lowers her bright brown stare to meet mine. There’s mystery and challenge. Wildness behind the mystique of innocence.
Something primal inside of me breaks. In a voice I barely recognize, I instruct. “Don’t.”
She ceases her actions instantly. Her obedience pours gasoline on a spark I thought had been smothered out years ago.
“Here.” I widen my legs and point to the spot in front of me. “Now.”
Without hesitation she plants herself directly in front of me. She stands completely still, completely vulnerable as if her body or her submission is some sort of sacrifice. The idea of being the first to wield such power over her is ridiculous. She’s not some poor, helpless virgin. She knew exactly what was going to happen when she followed me home. She knew exactly what she wanted. Fuck. She knew exactly what I wanted. And the truth is I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve taken it.
My cream colored hands wrap around the string of her underwear and forcefully pull. The rip echoes around my tiny apartment bedroom alongside her sharp gasp.
I examine the bare area with the tip of my finger. Hairless. Smooth. Soft. A clean canvas waiting for my signature. My finger grazes her clit and her breath harshly hitches. Her wetness soaks the little bit of contact it was given.
“Watch,” I command.
Ainsley lowers her attention just as I slide the finger into my mouth. The flavor callously conquerors my senses. My sanity. The taste of her on my tongue feeds the impatient monster who is no longer dormant. The one who will no longer be ignored. The one I’ve spent years proclaiming was dead.
Her whimper is almost lost behind my growl. I slowly stand and my body brushes against hers. The feeling of her soft tits crushed against my chest causes me to repeat the vicious sound. She pushes her full lips together but stays in place. I shed my shirt, jeans, and boxers with her anxious body just breaths from mine.
As soon as I’m back on the edge of my lumpy mattress, I yank her on top of me, dick piercing her pussy without warning. It immediately clamps around my cock and tries to push the intruder out. The unexpected tightness tears free a heady groan. This pussy hasn’t been stretched or worn out yet. It lacks the red flag of virginity but is waving the white flag of abdication. Ainsley’s muscles tremble around my shaft, begging for mercy before I’ve even begun. Any lingering logic about right versus wrong dissipates. I anchor my hands to her hips and slightly lift her body, directing it to slide down my dick again. This time when her pussy drags itself down we moan together. My teeth latch onto her nipple and I gently tug. She gasps, but her fingers thread themselves in my dark brown hair, feverishly pulling me closer. Her touch burns a different declaration into me than the one she claimed earlier. One touch and I’m all hers…One touch and I can never walk away. One touch and my life is ruined. Fuck. This feels worth being ruined over.
Her head falls backwards, wavy brown hair swaying with each stroke. Within mere seconds, the devouring of her nipples turns ruthless. My nips become bites. My tugs transform into sharp yanks. Her moans morph into cries of surrender, still I cruelly continue my savage consuming. I lightly rub the tip of my thumb back and forth against her clit. She shudders at the added friction and eagerly attempts to feel it each time she moves with me.
In a barely audible voice she requests, “Come for me…”
A new hunger forms and I free her flesh from my clutches. “Beg.”
Ainsley’s body bucks at the command. She returns her face to mine. “Please.”
That word…that tiny, simple, six letter word has never sounded so goddamn perfect in my entire life.
I thrust harder, dick fearlessly diving to her depths with determination it shouldn’t possess.
All of sudden her pussy screams as she does, the sound of my name my own undoing. “Nate!”
Her blazing heat melds against the burning burst erupting inside of her. In an unexpected oscillation, our orgasms attempt to absorb one another’s. My eyes crave closing, wanting to be completely submerged in the ride of the high, but something else compels them to watch the intoxicating sight in my lap. Ainsley’s entire body shakes and sings its praises. It commends my cock as it begins to wilt in a delightful defeat. She collapses against me and my arms impulsively swoop around her, the instinct to protect her as strong as the one to fuck her.
The two of us remain completely still for some unknown amount of time.
I know I should be trying to undo this. Reflecting on the mistakes that were just made. I should be raking myself over the coals for being irresponsible. Fuck. Beyond irresponsible. I should be kicking my own ass for sleeping with her to begin with, then add the insult of choosing not to wrap my dick and I should be smashing my own fucking skull in with a rock. But I’m not. And that’s a huge fucking problem. Almost as huge as the fact that I never want another man to have what I just did.
Ainsley slips out of my grip and I stifle the urge to groan from my cock’s loss of warmth. She begins to silently collect her things, a soft smile on her seemingly sweet face. I quietly watch her slide on her jeans, the process creating an unusual pang in my chest.
I try to ignore the feeling because she should get dressed. She should fucking go. She shouldn’t fucking be here in the first place. She damn sure shouldn’t stay even if I want her to. Fuck. I shouldn’t want her to.
Once her bra and black v-neck sweater, that had my dick swelling half the night, are back on, she saunters over to me and drops her lips onto mine. The action is so natural it causes the pain I was ignoring to deepen. My tongue captures hers, instantly needing to know it won’t be forgotten. That it won’t be replaced. She hums pleased into the kiss and allows for her previous submission to continue. I wrap one hand around the nape of her neck to keep her steady. To keep her close. Our tongues roll together until the sated beast begins to lift its head again.
As if she can sense it, she pulls back, and presses her lips beside my ear. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Teach.”
Ainsley gives me a wink before walking out of my barely lit bedroom.
My entire body stays completely frozen until I’ve heard the front door of my apartment close. At that moment, I cover my face with my hands, and fall backwards onto my mattress.
What the fuck have I done?