by Blake, Remy
Shaking my head, I pull my keys and my access card out of my bag. When I look back up, I notice a cocky looking Connor, leaning on the building, waiting to be let in.
“Damn, you’re in trouble, girl,” Sadie says underneath her breath. “He has plans to eat you up.”
“Shut up,” I hiss.
He pushes himself off the wall as we get closer, his eyes appreciating my outfit.
As usual, I tried to dress down, but apart from finding a potato sack, I don’t own anything that doesn’t accentuate my best features. I mean, who has a wardrobe full of clothes destined to make them look their worst?
“Hey,” he greets when we’re standing in front of him. “I’m Connor.” He holds a hand out for Sadie to shake, but the bitch is too busy blushing. Traitor.
“I’m Sadie,” she replies. “I’ve seen you at the gym.”
He gives her a quick nod before steering all his attention back to me. “You ready, Ms. Martínez?”
“Yes, Ms. Martínez,” Sadie mocks. “Class is waiting for you.”
I mouth a silent fuck you, which only makes her smile wider.
“It was nice meeting you, Connor,” she says before leaning in and giving me a quick hug. “I expect a detailed report when you get home,” she whispers in my ear.
Desperate for her to stop making this any more awkward than it needs to be, I’m more than relieved when I’m watching the back of her.
“She seems nice,” Connor comments as I open up the main entrance.
Choosing to ignore him, I lead the way, regretting my decision to walk in front of him almost instantly.
There’s no doubt he’s thinking this is for his benefit, now that I know how much he loves the view from behind.
As we get closer to my office and closer to privacy, my heart rate speeds up to an unnatural pace. Just as I swipe my card over the scanner, an idea hits me. Turning to face him, I put a hand on his chest between us. “What if we work outside today. I could get the books we need and we could enjoy the unusually warm night.”
Connor’s cocky grin confirms he can see right through me. With his hand on the door handle, he presses the lever down and pushes the heavy door open.
“Nice try.”
His eyes glint with mischief as he leads us inside. When I hear the lock of the door click, I kiss my self control and self preservation goodbye.
He’s got me right where he wants me, and every part of me is begging me to stay.
It’s impossible, but every time I lay eyes on him he becomes that little bit more irresistible. He is assertive in all the ways that matter, arrogant enough that taking the reins makes him sexier by the second.
He has a mouth that could talk you into anything, and a body I so desperately wanted to know if he could use.
I tried to hurry to my desk, wanting to hide behind the large piece of furniture and put some distance between us. But a thick arm snakes around my waist, Connor clearly having other plans.
He spins me around, and his proximity is all I need to fall under his dizzy spell. Despite the frenzy inside my chest, and the ache between my legs, I hold back and wait for him to make the first move.
It takes seconds for his mouth to collide with mine and his arms to lift me off the ground. We’re at my desk in no time, and his hands are impatiently stripping us out of our clothes. Resting on my elbows, I watch as he slides off his shirt, desperation making him impatient.
Dexterous fingers undo the buttons of my blouse and pull down the zipper of my jeans. I’m still half dressed, but every part of me feels very exposed.
He slips a hand down my panties, his finger running down my wet slit. His mouth settles behind my ear, close enough that every word travels straight down to my core. “Tell me, what excuse you were going to come up with when your pussy is dripping for me.”
Lips descend onto mine as he thrusts two fingers inside of me. A welcoming moan bounces around in my mouth at the intrusion; a delicious appetizer of what’s to come.
He kisses every bare inch of me he finds. Down my neck, across my collarbone, he buries his face inside my cleavage.
Effortlessly, he flips down both cups of my bra, my breasts eagerly bursting out. He takes a nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing the stiff peak. My body jolts at the sensation, and Connor whips his head up; a devilish smirk that only accentuates his youth, dancing on his face. “I just felt you clench around my fingers. I bet I can make you come just from sucking on your tits.”
There was a high chance he could. They had always been sensitive, and when I was horny, one touch was all it took for me to be hanging off the edge.
He switches his focus between each heavy breast. Tasting, sucking, worshipping.
I place one hand on the back of his head, pushing him to my chest, desperate for him to get me there. His thumb presses against my clit, rubbing it, teasing it, while his fingers start up their relentless motion, adding to the high voltage of electricity already running through me.
My body begins to quiver, the signs of my imminent release on display.
With one last talented flick of his fingers, my body tightens around him before finally letting go.
His mouth works its way back up to mine, while my body regulates from the high. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you let it all go.”
Tongue tied, I let my body fall against my desk, grateful that there’s nothing on it that matters.
“You tired, bombón?”
I sit back up on my elbows. “How do you know that word?”
He tips his chin up at me and gives me a sexy wink. “I may be the student, but I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”
I fall back onto the table, laughing. “I’m sure you do, guapo. I’m sure you do.”
He leans his body over mine, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. “Are you going to let this guapo hombre fuck you right now?”
My breath shakes at the thought of more of him. More touching. More tasting.
“Because I’m as a hard as a fucking fence post, and I need inside you, now.”
I push him up, until I’m sitting up on the desk. I reach down and cup his hard cock through his pants and slowly stroke the solid length. “Show me what you’re made of, Junior.”
The taunt is like gasoline on a fire, Connor now ready to explode.
He wastes no time in shucking his pants down to his ankles, and taking mine off all the way. Rough and greedy, he’s exactly how I want him. His thick cock comes into view, straining against his bare stomach. Wanting to feel him, I wrap my hands around his length and stroke it.
He molds his lips to mine, some part of us touching all the time.
Placing his hand over mine, he stops me from moving. “I’ve been hard since you rubbed yourself on me the other day. Any longer and I’m not going to last. I need to come. Preferably inside of you.”
Spreading my legs, he steps between them. He hooks his finger into the crotch of my panties and drags it to the side, leaving my pussy exposed. “I’m going to fuck you with these still on. Is that ok?”
I give him somewhat of a nod. “I want to stretch them out of shape a bit, so every time you wear them you remember my dick moving in and out of you for the first time.”
My breath hitches at just how filthy he is, and how much I love hearing it.
Lining himself up with my center, he presses his lips against mine, while pushing his hard cock into me.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so tight.”
Sliding in farther, deeper, Connor begins a beautiful, torturous rhythm.
I fall back on my desk, wanting the full view of Connor losing his control over me. He spreads my legs apart and indecently pushes them up against me, spreading me wider.
His thrusts turn from crazed into brutal as he tries to mark me on the inside as well as the outside. Hitting the perfect spot every time, the restraint between us disintegrates. Nothing left but carnal need between us.
Unintelligible mewls and moans fall from my m
outh with every stroke as he grunts his way to his orgasm.
Wrapped up in a thick fog of Connor, I’m unable to see or feel anything else but him.
There’s no school. There’s no dean. There’re no parents. There’re no troubles. There’s nothing but Harper Martínez getting the best fuck of her life by her student.
“Shit. Fuck. Shit,” he growls. “Tell me you’re close.”
I slide my hand down my stomach and let two fingers rub against my clit.
Connor’s jaw clenches at the sight, his eyes zeroing in on my hand.
“Harder,” I cry out, wanting the punishing rhythm to push me off the edge.
His only purpose to please me, his movements mirror my request. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around the room as the first ripples of my orgasm shudder through me.
“Connor,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”
He swaps my hand for his, circling my clit over and over. Lowering his body over mine, our mouths meet, fused and insatiable.
Hands. Dick. Mouth. The winning trifecta drags me past the finish line and firmly under the spell of Connor McAdam Jr.
He was younger than I liked but, I forgot about his age when he fucked me.
I’m so fucked.
So very fucked.
13
Connor
I collapse on Harper’s chest with a groan. Every bit of energy in my body is gone. I’ve never come so hard in my entire life. My nose nuzzles her neck. Inhaling her scent, I know that anytime I smell the spicy vanilla combination, I’ll be reminded of this moment and the best sex of my life.
Her nails gently rake my back before moving up to scratch my scalp. It feels amazing. If she’s not careful, my energy will be back in no time.
Raising my head, I stare down at her. “How’s your back?” I smile ruefully.
“I can’t feel it right now. My whole body is tingling.”
“Tingling is good, right?” I question, feeling oddly insecure.
“Mhmm, it’s great.”
She’s not freaking out over what we just did. I’m surprised and relieved. I don’t want her taking away from the hottest experience of my life. Leaning down, I press a soft kiss to her swollen lips and push myself up. Unfortunately, I can’t stay on top of her forever, no matter how much I want to.
Grabbing some tissues from her desk, I clean up Harper, all the while smiling because she’s full of my come. She notices.
“What’s that smile for?”
I meet her eyes. “I like seeing my come oozing out of you. It’s better than any porn I’ve ever watched.” Her cheeks flush with a hint of pink and I know she likes my words. I hold out my hand and pull her upright before I tug my pants up and slip my shirt back on.
She scoots to the edge of the desk, sliding to her feet and finishes getting dressed.
She moves to the futon and I join her.
“Ves mucha pornografía?” Do you watch a lot of porn? She slips into Spanish so naturally I’m envious. I’ve been taking it for years, but I still have to think about what I’m saying.
“Solia ver una cantidad considerable, pero últimamente solo he utilizado mi imaginación.” I used to watch a good amount, but lately I’ve just been using my imagination.”
“Que te imaginas?” What do you imagine?
“Quieres saber en qué pienso cuando me masturbo?” You want to know what I think about when I’m stroking my cock?
She ticks her head slowly up and down, visibly swallowing.
I tap my head. “Tengo muchas fantasías con mi maestra aquí arriba. Y tu eres la estrella en todas ellas.” I’ve got a lot of teacher fantasies up here. And you’re the star in all of them. Her eyes glaze over like she’s thinking about me stroking my cock. “Quieres que te cuente? Puedo compartirte una.” Want me to tell you about them? I can share one with you.
“Si, eso me gustaria.” Yes, I’d like that.
“I knock on your office door and when you answer, I spin you around and take you right there and then. I want you so badly, I can’t wait another second,” I continue in English. I pluck my lower lip between my thumb and index finger as I picture it all happening. My dick is already growing hard.
Leaning toward her, I rest my hand on her leg. “Your skirt is bunched around your waist, your heels still on as I unzip my pants and push them down my hips. I’m so ready for you, pre-cum is beading on the tip. You notice and lick your lips as if you want to drink me down.” She licks her lips as she listens. “But I grip one of your long, sexy legs and wrap it around me. My cock slides through your wetness until I’m nudging your entrance. You moan ‘please’ like a hungry little slut should and I slam inside you with one hard thrust.” She jerks and gasps out loud, as if I’ve actually thrust inside her. “I fuck you hard and fast with your back braced against the door. Both of your high heels dig into my skin, but all I can feel is your hot, tight pussy clenching my cock.
“Crazed with need, I pound into you over and over, fucking you so hard you’ll feel me for days, and the bruises on your back will remind you longer. You moan my name as you come and the way your pussy squeezes my cock has my eyes rolling back into my head. I come harder than I ever have and the orgasm feels like it’s never going to end.” I reach out and stroke the back of my fingers down her flushed cheek. “And that’s just one of one hundred ways I’ve imagined having you.”
She climbs onto my lap, surprising me. Straddling my thighs, she reaches between us, undoing my pants.
“Que tal esto, guapo? Alguna vez nos has imaginado así?” What about this, handsome? Have you imagined us like this? She tugs my cock free and strokes me from root to tip, never taking her eyes off mine. I groan and nod, raising my hips and pushing my pants down to give her full access. I’m hers to do with as she pleases.
“Si. Muchas veces. Pero tu mano se siente mejor de lo que imaginé.” Yes. So many times. But your hand is so much better than I imagined.
She backs up and slides to the floor between my legs, staring up at me just like one of my fantasies come to life.
“Y mi boca, guapo?” What about my mouth, handsome? She licks up and down my length. “Has pensado cómo se sentiría mi boca en ti?” Have you thought about my mouth on you?” Her tongue swirls around the tip and my teeth clench. Her mouth wraps over the tip of my cock and I hold my breath because I know what’s coming is going to be life changing. She slides down, her tongue caressing me at the same time, until I’m deep in her throat.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my hands blindly clutch the futon. No gag reflex. She’s a fucking sex goddess.
Harper begins to move up and down, sucking and doing some voodoo shit with her tongue that has me on the verge of coming from the get go. I fight to hold off my orgasm because I’ve never felt anything like her mouth and I never want it to end. A permanent state of blowjobs by Harper is my new life goal.
My fingers weave through her thick, black hair, holding it back, so I can watch her devour my cock. Brown orbs glow up at me as she eagerly bobs up and down, like I’m the best thing she’s ever tasted.
“Do you like my cock in your mouth, bombón?”
“Mhmm,” she hums.
I tug on her hair, drawing her head back, and she releases me with a pop. Her puffy, red lips are shiny with a combination of her saliva and my come. She’s never looked sexier.
“Tell me how much you like sucking my cock.”
“I can’t get enough,” she returns to English. Her hand grips me, slowly stroking. Urging her head to lower once more, I groan when her mouth closes around me. So fucking hot and wet, it’s the best torture there is.
Her hand and mouth pump in tandem and it’s so fucking amazing, my head might explode when I come. I’ve never seen anything as captivating as the sight of her working me over. I can’t move my eyes from her.
She picks up the pace, fucking my cock with her mouth exactly like I want her to. We’re perfectly matched. She’s the sexual partner I’ve always wanted and haven’t be
en able to find.
“Harper, fuck. I’m going to come,” I warn, gripping her hair tighter.
“Mhmm,” she acknowledges, sending me over the edge. I come with a harsh growl, holding back the shout on the tip of my tongue. I watch as she swallows down every drop of my release. Her tongue gently licks me clean as her mouth slides off of me.
I groan and let my head fall back onto the futon. My chest heaves with the after effects of the best blowjob of my life. Jesus. I might have to lock her away and make her my sex slave. I smile at the thought.
“What are you smiling about, besides the obvious?” she asks, climbing onto my lap.
My hands land on her hips, holding her in place. “I was thinking of locking you away in my house and making you my own personal sex slave.”
She laughs. “Maybe I’ll lock you away and make you mine.”
I chuckle and raise my head to look at her. “You don’t need to lock me anywhere. After tonight, I’m at your disposal wherever and whenever you want.”
Her smile fades and her eyebrows draw together in a frown. “Where do we go from here?”
“I was thinking about our next tutoring session. I think we should have it at my house. We’ll have plenty of privacy and you can visit with Tank. If you come over early, I’ll even feed you. Before I feed you.” My smile is lascivious.
“I was going to say no, until you mentioned Tank,” she deadpans before asking, “What’s your address?”
My hands slide up to dig into her sides and she giggles. “You’re funny.”
She hikes one shoulder up in a half shrug. “I think I am.”
“I’ll text you my address, so you won’t lose it or forget it. What’s your number?” She recites her number and I repeat it twice.
“Are you going to remember my number? I can go grab my phone.”
Without missing a beat, I rattle off the string of numbers one more time.
Her eyes show her surprise. “That’s impressive.”
“Thanks. I’m great at remembering numbers. Spanish, not as much.” I flash her a grin.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think these tutoring sessions are really beneficial.”
