“I’m gonna come, honey,” I grunt out.
“Not yet,” she gasps quickly, pulling away. “I want it inside of me.”
The wheel jerks again as she slips a leg over my lap and slowly lowers herself onto me, and it takes everything I have to keep us on the road. I’m staring out the windshield over over her shoulder as she starts to sink down on my cock. She starts to bounce up and down, that soft voice whimpering in my ear as her ridiculously tight pussy milks me and sucks the cum from my balls.
I groan, and I don’t get two minutes into her bouncing her tightly little cunt up and down my shaft before I rock my hips up and start to just blast my cum into her.
She rides me for all she’s worth, cooing and moaning into my ear as she milks every single damn drop of my cum deep into her pussy.
*****
That night, she sleeps at my place. No illicit office sex, no sneaking into dorm rooms, no roommate, no bullshit. That night, it’s just her and I, and it’s fucking perfect.
That night, she falls asleep in my arms for the first time, her soft, warm naked body curled into me as we drift off together.
And it’s the best damn sleep I’ve had in years.
Ellie~
Three weeks later, and I’m on cloud nine. Three weeks of losing myself so deliciously with Liam, three weeks of feeling his body against mine, his mouth on me, his cock inside of me.
And three weeks of know this is something so much more than that. Three weeks later, this isn’t just “learning” or “seeing where this goes.” We still don’t have a label or anything, but I know we both know it’s something much bigger than the illicit thrill that comes with the forbidden nature of our relationship.
Of course, that certainly helps things. I’d be lying if I said the dirty, naughty thrill wasn’t part of it. There’s certainly something quite hot about sitting it in his class knowing that no one around me has the faintest idea that I’ve just swallowed his cum in his office five minutes before, or felt his big cock thrust deep inside my young pussy as I came.
He’s my secret scandal, and I love it.
And it’s because I have his class in forty-five minutes that I feel my cheeks burn as I climb the stairs to the top floor of the english department, which I know is fairly quiet at this hour on a Tuesday. Thinking about how much I want to walk into class later feeling his cum deep inside my pussy has me dripping wet and aching for him as I walk down the hallway in the heels, skirt, ad knee-highs I’ve picked out especially to drive him wild.
His door is open, and I’m biting my lip and grinning as I start to just stroll inside, when I stop cold in my tracks.
Liam and the girl he’s with look up at me, smiling, as I stand there frozen in the doorway. They’re laughing, each sipping from glass tumblers with a bottle of whiskey on the desk between them.
I can feel my pulse freeze in my chest as the girl blinks at me, smiling. She’s young, and very pretty, and I know how ridiculously juvenile and jealous I’m being, but I can’t help it. I’m trying to push it away and shake the it off, but then she’s putting her hand on his arm in a way that says they know each other, and I see red.
“Oh, hello Ms. Thompson.”
Liam class me that all the time around other students or faculty, but something about the way he says it in front of her makes me roar inside. With teachers and students, it’s like he protecting me from scrutiny when he calls me “Ms. Thompson.”
With this girl, it feels like he’s hiding me.
Her hand is still on his arm as she smiles sweetly at me, sipping her drink, and I want to murder her, or him, or both.
“You need to know that I’ve never done this before.”
And it’s bullshit, I know that now. Because it sure doesn’t look like I was the first time. Not now, not with her sitting there with that familiar touch.
Liam frowns. “Ms. Thompson?”
I say nothing as I whirl and storm away from the office, the heat in my face this time a dark, horrible feeling instead of the glow I walked up here with.
Liam~
Fuck.
I stare at the doorway where Ellie was just standing, blinking and frowning at her exit. But then it’s suddenly all clicking and I swear again under my breath at what she just walked in on and my own stupidity.
Casey laughs and I glare at her. “Oh what.”
She rolls her eyes. “Liam, please, I’m your agent.”
“So?”
“So I know you, and I know the look in that girl’s eye.”
I can feel myself bristling. “Look, it’s nothing like-”
“Bullshit.”
I glare at her. “Watch it, Casey.”
She rolls her eyes again. “Look I’m not saying shit, I’m just saying you better go fix that, whatever that is.”
“It’s nothing, Case.”
My young agent shrugs. “Well hey, if its just some book groupie thing-“
“It’s nothing like that!” I snap angrily, feeling the heat rise in my face.
She grins and raises her brow. “Case and point.”
Ugh. Busted.
“You’re into her, I can see it plan as day, Liam.”
I shake my head, snatching the glass of whiskey off my desk. “She’s my student, Casey.”
She grins. “And Lisa was my boss, dude. Didn’t stop me from marrying her now did it?”
I down the amber liquid, grimacing at the burn and still thinking of Ellie running out that door with that look on her face. “That was different.”
Casey snorts. “What, ‘cause w’re gay?”
“No, it’s just-”
What the FUCK am I waiting for?
“I’m being a fucking idiot, aren’t I?”
“By sitting here acting like a wimp instead of chasing after that girl?” Casey arches a brow at me. “Uh, yeah, dude. Go get her.”
*****
I catch up with her outside her dorm, by the side door.
“Ellie!”
She whirls as she sees me jogging up, her eyes narrowed and her face red. “Go away, Liam.”
I finally reach her and reach out for her arm. “Ellie, listen to me-”
She shakes my hand away and steps back from me. “Oh fuck off, seriously.”
“That’s not what it looked like,” I growl.
She barks out a laugh. “Please, spare me the cliche, okay?”
“Ellie-”
“Look I don’t care, okay? I know we’re not- I mean, we never agreed what we were or what I even mean to you-”
I grab her by both arms and she’s gasping as I yank her tight against me. “You mean everything to me,” I say thickly, my eyes burning into hers. I say it loud, and forcefully, and she’s suddenly staring up at me with those big blue eyes.
“You mean everything to me,” I say, softer now.
She swallows thickly and bites her lip. “Well who the fuck was that girl?”
I grin. “Casey, my agent.” I raise a brow at her. “Gay, and married, by the way.”
Ellie’s face goes bright red, and she quickly brings a hand up to wipe the corner of her eye. “You’re lucky you’re so charming, you know,” she says, trying to hide the smile that starts to creep across her lips.
“Oh I’m lucky for a lot more than that,” I say, kissing her softly on the lips.
And there’s more I want to say, I just don’t know how; not yet at least. Because they’re things and words I never have said, and words I’ve avoided.
So how in the world is this girl - this totally off-limits girl who’s so wrong for me, and one in which I have no future with - making me want to?