by Madison Faye
She leans up and kisses me, and slowly, I slide out of her. She moans softly, curling up in the seat half on my lap as my arm goes around her.
“You should go home,” she murmurs into the skin of my chest as she kisses it. “I should take you home.”
I glance down at her as she looks up into my eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Etha—”
“I’m not, Emily,” I growl. “I’m not done with you by a fucking mile.”
I lean in, kissing her slow and deep as she moans into my lips.
“Okay, you have to go home, though. You’re a student, Ethan. You’re eighteen. Your parents will—”
“My dad knows I can take care of myself. They’ll be fine, trust me.”
Her brow furrows, but I just grin as I reach for my jeans and pull out my miraculously still-working phone.
“Here, hang on.”
I hammer out a quick text and hit send as her eyes dart over my face.
“What was that?”
“My brother, Jamison,” I shrug. “I told him I was going to be out late if anyone asks.”
“What did you say you were doing?”
I grin.
“Sleeping with my art teacher in the front seat of her Grande Wagoneer.”
Her eyes go wide for half a second before I laugh.
“I’m kidding, beautiful,” I chuckle as she makes a face and playfully slaps my chest. She bites her lip as her eyes lock with mine.
“You’re infuriating, you know.”
“I try.”
“No, I actually don’t think you do.”
I hoot out a laugh as she grins at me.
“Maybe I’m like a questionable tattoo,” I wink at her. “I just get in deep under your skin and stay there.
Emily blushes, and I can suddenly feel my cock stirring as I pull her tighter to me.
“What do you say, Ms. Hayes,” I growl, my lips inches from hers. “You want me to slide in deep and stay there?”
She gasps, and when I tug her into my lap fully, she shivers in heat and kisses me fiercely.
“Your house,” I growl. “Now.”
She nods, panting as she slips into the driver’s seat. We both yank on our soaking wet clothes as best we can—both of us sans-underwear as she cranks the engine on and throws the car into gear.
Emily’s barely out of the parking lot before my hand is on her leg.
“Ethan…”
She shoots a look my way before glancing at the road, but I just keep going. I slide my hand higher, pushing right under her skirt until my fingertips brush her slick, swollen pussy.
“Fuck, Ethan—”
“Eyes on the road, Ms. Hayes,” I growl as she moans softly. My fingers stroke her slit, my thumb rubbing in slow circles around her clit as she clenches the wheel tightly and gasps. I ease two fingers inside, sliding closer to her and leaning over. My breath teases over her ear, making her whimper, and when I let my lips and tongue brush her neck, she trembles, the car wobbling slightly.
I tease, but that’s all I do, keeping her moaning and on the fucking edge the whole way back. We actually barely make it back at all with the number of times she swerves on the mercifully mostly empty streets before we pull through the big iron gates of the campus. Emily swings the car into the faculty lot by her cottage and shuts off the engine, and I give her one last teasing stroke of my fingers before I slide them from between her legs.
She whimpers and then glances nervously around. It’s still raining, but not that hard. And it’s dark too, so no one’s going to see us. But still.
“Okay,” she purrs, turning to me. “In two minutes, come in the back door.”
I grin wolfishly.
“My my my, Ms. Hayes,” I drawl, wagging my brows. “You bad girl.”
She blushes fiercely, biting her lip.
“You—you know what I meant.”
“Maybe.”
She rolls her eyes, grinning as she leans over and kisses me quickly. She opens her door and shrieks as she jumps out into the rain and runs for her door, and I damn well watch her the whole time, my hunger for her only rising.
I last maybe a minute—maybe—before I jump out and run to the back of the cottage. I don’t knock, I just waltz in, and Emily gasps as she looks up quickly, yanking the towel around herself.
Naked and wet. I growl. This is exactly how I want her, always.
Her face goes crimson as she sees the hungry look in my eyes.
“You—that was not two minutes.”
“Nope, it wasn’t.”
I shed my clothes in seconds as I storm towards her, and she gasps as I tear the towel out of her hands and pull her into me. Our lips crush together, and she moans as my big hands grab her tight little ass and lift her up into me. Her legs wrap tight around my hips, and I can feel the needy heat of her pussy right against my throbbing cock as I just keep walking her back, until her back slams against the wall.
She kisses me with fury and an unrelenting hunger, and I groan as I feel her hand snake down between us and wrap around my cock. She strokes me against her, precum dripping all over her slick cunt before she shifts and sinks the head inside of her. I grunt, pushing in, and in, and in, her cries of pleasure dripping through my ears until I’m balls-deep in that hot little pussy. We pant into each other’s mouths as I pull back, leaving just my swollen head inside before I drive back in to the hilt.
“Fuck me, Ethan,” she gasps, clawing at me, her legs tightening around my hips as I drive into her. Our kiss turns feral and aggressive, her nipping at my bottom lip until I hiss and my mouth dropping down to leave vicious hickeys on her neck. I know marks are a bad idea, but I simply don’t fucking care. Maybe the rest of the world won’t know it’s her student claiming her like this, but they’ll damn well know someone is. I want any fucking dude who looks at her to know she belongs to someone. I want any guy who sees the marks from my lips on her skin to know to keep his fucking distance.
Because she’s mine.
I groan into her neck, rutting into her like a fucking animal, nailing her to the wall as she moans and cries out in pleasure. I feel her come, her slick honey coating my cock and dripping down my balls, but I just keep going. I drag my mouth to hers, bruising my lips to hers as she cups my face and kisses me furiously right back.
We move faster and harder, my cock thrusting deep into her over and over again. My muscles burn, my cock swells, and the intense fire that sparks in me even when I just think about her burns like fire in my veins. I kiss her with every single thing I have as I bury my aching cock as deep as I can, and when she tightens her legs around me and squeezes my cock with that velvety-soft, tight little pussy, I lose it.
I roar into her mouth as I grunt, blasting rope after rope of my sticky cum deep against her womb. I feel her come again with me, her walls clamping down and rippling up and down my spasming cock as I spurt my seed deep inside of her. We groan into each other’s mouths, panting as we pull away.
Wordlessly, still kissing her, I tighten my grip on her ass as I turn and head for the stairs. Her tongue swirls softly with mine as I climb.
I’m not even close to being done with her.
…I’ll never be done with her.
9
Emily
Okay, I’m totally perving.
And also, I’m totally fine with it.
I sink into the pillows on my bed, watching intently as a very naked, very still wet from the shower we just took Ethan stoops to light a fire in the fireplace I’ve never used. His muscled back ripples, tattoo ink flexing as he leans down low to blow at the flames.
…Yeah, a girl could definitely get used to this view.
Naked, gorgeous, inappropriate, tempting, and wrong. And yet, impossible to resist. I bite my lip, squeezing my thighs together as my core tightens and my eyes drag over him. Ethan stuffs another few smaller twigs into the flames, blowing again until they start to catch the bigger logs, before he sta
nds and stretches. He turns, and when he catches me red-handed totally checking him out, he grins.
My gaze drags over his sculpted, chiseled body, up to his eyes, and I hold it there.
“I want to draw you.”
“Oh?”
I nod, blushing. “Yeah, I do.”
“Tasteful, artistic nude?”
He strikes a sudden and dramatic pose, half turning to flash me his bare ass, and I giggle.
“Or maybe something more erotic and smutty?”
He turns back, and I swallow thickly as he strikes a different pose, this time holding his half hard cock in a tight fist, his abs flexing. He starts to stroke slowly, his big cock swelling and lengthening as my pulse quickens and my face blooms with heat.
“Jeez, eyes up here, Emily.”
I giggle again, rolling my eyes and sticking my tongue out at him.
“Come on, sit,” I nod at the plush lounge chair against one wall of my bedroom. “I promise it’ll be painless.”
“Yes, m’am.”
“And good God, if we could never go with ‘ma’am’ ever again, that’d be great.”
He chuckles as he slumps down into the soft, low chair, his hands behind his head and his muscles rolling as he spreads his legs. His heavy cock sits thick and bulging against one thigh, and I feel my pulse quicken again as I slide off the bed. I grab my sketchpad and some pencils from my dresser, slipping a robe on before I duck into the hallway and grab the little chair I use as a stool for my bathroom closet. I drag it back into the bedroom and over to him, pulling the robe around myself as I sit and open the pad.
“Okay, just sit still, okay?”
Ethan winks, grinning.
“Draw me like one of your French girls, Jack.”
I roll my eyes. “Were you even alive when Titanic came out?”
He arches a brow and grins, and I cringe as I shake my head.
“Oh my God, you weren’t. Forget I asked.”
He laughs as I groan and flip to a fresh page. My eyes slide up and over him, taking in the lines and contours as I bring the pencil to the page. And slowly, I do what’s always been my favorite thing to do in the world: draw. Well, my favorite thing to do in the world, that is, before I discovered sex with Ethan Scott.
I go slow, and I capture all of it. Every line, every detail. He’s gorgeous, and scarred, and broken, and perfect. A rebel without a cause. And mine. I know how possessive it sounds, and I don’t care.
He’s mine.
I repeat it in my head as I draw, my eyes flicking between him and the page, and then back again. I sketch, I smudge, I shade and I re-draw, taking every single bit of him from real life to sketch pad. At some point, my robe falls open, but I don’t care. I just keep drawing. Except, slowly, I realize Ethan’s eyes are dragging over me, and his cock is swelling harder. It bulges, throbbing as it lifts from his thigh to pulse against his abs, and I blush.
“You’re making it hard to draw, you know.”
“That’ because you’re making it hard,” he growls, making me shiver in heat.
“Want me to close the robe?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
I look up, and when my eyes meet his, I know one thing for sure: drawing time is over.
I toss the pad and pencils on the bed and stand, my eyes never leaving his hungry, fierce gaze as I move towards him. The robe drops to the floor as I step closer, until I gasp as his big hands reach out to grab my ass. He growls, yanking me towards him, and when his mouth presses to my eager pussy, I whimper as his wicked tongue slides out to taste me.
I pant, my fingers sliding into his hair and my head dropping back. His tongue slides between my lips, teasing me and making me moan as my legs shake. He groans into me, his fingers tight on my ass and his tongue sliding up to swirl around my clit. He sucks the eager bud into his lips, teasing me mercilessly as I buck against his mouth. I tremble, panting, my fingers tightening in his hair before finally, I manage to drag myself apart from him. My eyes drop to his swollen, rock-hard cock, and I whimper as I wet my lips.
“My turn,” I moan deeply, sinking to my knees in front of him. I look up at him—this muscled, tattooed, gorgeous man, and I tremble. Because that’s who he is in this moment. He’s not a student. He’s not some ticking time bomb on my career. He’s just Ethan Scott, and he’s all man. He’s all my man, at that.
My hand reaches out, my fingers curling around as much of his thickness as I can as I lean in. My eyes never leave his blazing blue ones as I lean in, open my wet, pouty lips, and sink them down over his swollen crown. Ethan groans, his cock pulsing in my mouth as my lips stretch obscenely around his girth. My tongue teases over his underside and swirls around his crown, and I whimper as I taste the sweetness of his precum.
I slide my mouth lower, moaning and keeping my eyes locked on his as I take as much of him as I can into my mouth. Which really isn’t much, because Jesus Christ is he big, but I suck him all the harder for it. I whimper, slurping wetly at him and bobbing my lips up and down his fat cock as he growls, his muscles clenching. His hand slides into my hair, wrapping it in a fist, and I whimper eagerly at the power dynamic. I lap at his cock, feeling drunk on it as I drool and suck all over it, until he’s hard as steel in my hand and glistening wet.
I move to swallow him back into my mouth, but Ethan groans, shaking his head as he pulls me up instead.
“Uh-uh, c’mere, beautiful,” he growls hungrily. He spins me around and pulls me into his lap, and I gasp as tumble into him.
My legs spread to either side of him, my heels moving onto the edge of the chair beside his thighs. He fists his cock, his lips nibbling at the back of my neck as he eases the fat crown against my dripping wet opening and nudges it inside. I hiss in pleasure, turning to kiss him fiercely as I slowly begin to sink down on his cock.
Ethan groans, his big hands sliding all over me—one gripping my hip to guide me down, the other sliding around to cup my breasts and tease my nipples.
“Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good, Emily,” he groans, kissing me deeply as I sink down inch after inch of his glorious cock.
“Yeah?” I purr, panting as I slide up and then back down. This raw sort of sexual power blazes through me as I start to ride his huge cock, feeling his powerful, muscled arms wrapped around me.
“Better than any of those teasing high school girls you had before?”
I hiss, rocking down on him and loving the way he groans as his cock swells inside of me.
“What other girls,” he grunts, nipping at my neck as he thrusts up into me, making me squeal in pleasure.
“Oh please, don’t pull that ‘it was my first time’ bullshit again,” I groan, panting and moaning as we start to rock faster.
“No, beautiful,” he growls, his muscles flexing as he sinks into me. “I mean before you? I don’t even fucking remember a before you.”
“Smooth,” I gasp, biting my lip and moaning as I grind down onto his cock.
“It’s not a line, Emily,” he hisses into my ear, one hand sliding down to tease my clit, the other pinching a nipple as I cry out.
“No bullshit. No lines. No trying to be smooth. Not with you,” he groans. “Emily, the girls before—”
“Ethan, it’s fine, I was only kidd—”
“Whatever came before you was a shitty, shitty imitation of you,” he growls fiercely. “Whatever came before, I was just waiting for you. And now that I got you…”
I moan as his lips crush to mine, our bodies rocking harder together as the firelight flickers over us.
“Now that I got you, fucking nothing is going to take me away from you.”
I sink into him, lost in him as our lips come together and our bodies move like one. I slide up and down his swollen cock, my hands on his as he rubs my clit and cups my breasts. I can feel his pulse against my back, his muscles rippling as he lifts me up and down, thrusting his cock into me over and over again as I start to tumble towards the edge of my release.
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“Fuck me, Ethan,” I whimper, writhing on him and gasping a he plunges into me again and again. It feels like he’s touching me everywhere, enveloping me in him and in his warmth, and as I open my lips to tangle my tongue with his, I let go completely.
“Fuck me, and never stop fucking—oh God…”
He grunts, pulling me down onto him and sliding so fucking deep inside as his fingers grind down on my clit. And suddenly, I just shatter for him. I scream into his mouth, my whole-body rippling and shuddering and clenching tight as I come over and over again, until my slickness is dripping down my thighs and his. Ethan roars into my lips, his fat cock swelling up so fucking big inside until I feel the first powerful pulse of his cum spurting into me. I gasp as he just keeps coming, that gorgeous cock throbbing and twitching deep in my pussy as he pumps rope after rope of his hot cum deep into me.
His arms circle me, his hands never leaving my skin, his lips never leaving mine, and his pulse beating in time with mine.
10
Ethan
Okay, I’ll say this about Winchester. Even if it’s full of rich snobby douchebags, it’s got one thing going for it: the food they serve at lunch is fucking amazing. I mean, it costs more per year to go here than most people make in a year, so, I guess it fucking better be good, right?
Well, it is. A professional kitchen that most Michelin-rated New York City restaurants would kill for, and a chef that literally has a Michelin star. That’s all to say that the cheeseburger I’m currently eating for lunch is fucking incredible. That is, until I start to overhear the jock douchebags at the table behind where I’m sitting alone.
I glance over my shoulder, brow furrowing as I scope out the guys from the football team. I roll my eyes and turn back. These guys are fucking royalty at this place, and yet, here they are throwing fries at each other and talking about who’s tits are better, like a bunch of clowns.
“No, bro, but really. Which one?”
I growl around the bite of burger in my mouth and glance over my shoulder again. One dude in a letterman jacket is grinning away as he pours what’s clearly booze out of a flask into a can of soda. He nods his chin at the equally douchey looking prick across from him.
