Because of Carson Moon

by Laine Watson

  “I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure, Ms. Todd, but it hasn’t.”

  I smiled none the less and nodded gracefully.

  “You won’t make it as a teacher if you don’t allow them to utilize and understand what accountability is.”

  And you’re a reptile bitch, who’s just upset your life has no value. You probably need some dick.

  “Thank you anyhow,” I said graciously.

  She sighed. “I’ll fill out your paperwork and submit it to the university but only because you have been respectful and non-confrontational. I don’t believe you’ll be a good teacher. I believe teachers like you are the problem with education at it is. Allowing children the opportunity to find their own answers is good teaching, not giving them the answers. You cripple them that way”

  How did I give him the answers?

  “Repetition and hard work is the key to retaining knowledge, Ms. Todd.”

  Wow, she’s delusional if she thinks that’s what going on here. Inadvertently threatening a child with your demeaning glares and condescending tones is definitely not sparking anything but dislike and fear in these children. But I want my credit, so I’m not going to say anything.

  “I understand.”

  “Do you? You yourself lack discipline. Always checking your phone. I wonder how you get anything done.”

  Is this bitch trying to get me to get a rise out of me?

  I throw my strap over my shoulder. “I’ll try to work on that,” I said innocently.

  She huffed at me, as if she was hoping for a different response as I smiled genuinely at her. She walked away and snatched a paper off the desk, scribbled something on it aggressively and handed it to me.

  “Here,” she said, tautly. “I’ll email the education department with my assessment.”

  “Thank you. It was nice working with you.”

  “Surely you understand I don’t share the same sentiment,” she said with an expressionless face. “You’ll learn,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

  “Have a good weekend,” I said with a lighthearted smile and left the classroom.

  I smirked as I walked down the hall. As if I’d be insulted by that irrelevant shit. People have said worse things about me. Go suck a dick, Mrs. Landshire. I laughed.

  Chapter 16: I left with Zo

  Finals were even closer as we reached the latter part of May and my observations and student teaching was over. I was glad. Slowly, though I had successfully distanced myself from Carson, I was still neglecting Sawyer and Owen. This was the opposite thing I wanted to do.

  I wanted to have four guys that did different things for me. So my mission in this last month of college was to find that next guy.

  Luckily, there was no shortage of parties on campus. I was sure that once I found the right guy, I’d be able to balance spending time with Owen, Sawyer, Carson and whoever he was.

  One night in May, I forced myself to go to a frat party I had heard about. The music was background noise and the drinks tastes watered down. I didn’t invite Kira. I was on a mission, and I had to see it through with no distractions. There was no telling when Carson would show up unannounced and ruin everything.

  That being said, I had gone to the party looking for my “Big Dick” hero, but I was about to forfeit that aspiration. I was bored and ready to go. Maybe I had outgrown the scene. I gazed around the room, people were talking, their words slurred, laughter filled the room as huddles and huddles of college students had their version of fun. One of the frat brothers hopped in the middle of the floor.

  “Keg time!” he said and pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his perfect abs. A group of his frat brothers emerged from the kitchen holding a large silver keg as the crowd in the living room roared. I couldn’t even watch them set up. I rolled my eyes and headed to the front of the house. It was quieter up there, but at least I didn’t have to sit through these assholes being bigger assholes.

  Is this really the highlight of this party? I thought to myself. Maybe I should text Carson, it doesn’t look like I’m going to find any good dick here. What a waste. I’m too hot to be at this party.

  “Pretty lame party isn’t it?” a girl said, from the left of me. I stared at her for a moment. I was waiting for her to call me a slut. Her brown hair was shoulder length and she had on a tiny dress, just like mine.

  Maybe we were about to start a conversation that would lead to bashing college guys or calling each other sluts but as I glanced around my heart started to pound. Across the living room sat a beautiful specimen of a man. He didn’t look like he was supposed to be at a college party. He looked more like a CEO looking to find some easy pussy to brutally fuck. That’s what I needed, that’s what I longed for. For the first time in months, I wasn’t thinking about Carson. Anyone who can grab my attention like that, is definitely worth a second glance.

  His eyes and chiseled chin were perfect for his face; his hair was the blackest of black, just like Carson’s but neater. He had this dark aloofness about him that screamed “Big Dick” to me.

  He sat with another guy, who was dressed grungier than him. My guy, the “Big Dick” guy, was dressed in a nice collared shirt and jeans; his beard looked to be just coming in, and I wouldn't have minded having it scratching up my ass while he gave me some tongue action.

  I could’ve just gone over there and played coy or kept up with the bouncing eye contact until he decided to come over to me. This guy was too delicious, too juicy, too sexy, too dirty and had too much 'big dick' energy for me to waste time wondering if he was interested in me.

  That, everything I just mentioned, was everything Owen, Sawyer and Carson didn’t have. So I was certain he had what I was looking for.

  I glanced toward the girl who had said something to me, politely brushing her off. I kept my eyes on that hot, sexy, dirty boy as I strolled over, swinging my hips on the way.

  I stopped right beside him. “Hey,” I said, but not to him. I said it to his friend. Then I looked right into his eyes with a sexy smirk full of devilish nature. It had been so long since I was able to be myself. It felt so good being the little vixen that I knew I was.

  “What's up?” my guy said, even though I had my eyes on his friend.

  “Nothing.” I smirked and glanced behind me.

  The other guy was speechless, mouth hanging open.

  A girl in a yellow tank top stood by herself, leaning against the wall a few feet away from Big Dick and his friend. I walked right over to her, giving both of those guys a lingering stare as I did.

  “Hey,” I said to the girl.

  “Hi? Do we know each other?” she asked, a confused look on her face.

  “No, but I had to talk to you. You were the closest, and that chick over there probably thinks I’m a bitch because I blew her off to talk to these guys. But I need someone, my plan won't work if I don't act like I've got better things to do. If you're interested, one of those guys is going to walk over here and talk to us, or both of them. I've got the one with the dark hair—you can have the Asian guy. I’ve already got one of those.” I gestured my eyebrow toward the guys.

  “What?” she grimaced.

  Before she could complain about my rude and careless behavior, I heard a voice.

  A deep, sexy voice.

  “Hi.”

  It was my guy.

  I smiled sexily as I turned to him, giving him a once over. I grinned mischievously, and said, “Hi,” getting a quick look at his bulge.

  I checked his package as he looked me over. I boldly stared into his eyes once our gazes met. “Yes, I just dick-checked you. Wanted to be sure you were worth talking to,” I said plainly.

  He laughed heftily.

  The girl disappeared, or we slowly veered away from her. She didn't seem like she wanted to take me up on the offer anyway. Uptight bitch.

  “I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he said.

  “Good. Then you'll love me. I know exactly what I want, and how
to get it.”

  “Let me guess your name. Something short, sweet?

  “McKinzi. Yours?”

  “Call me Zo.”

  “Okay, Zo.”

  “You have a pretty little name, as I suspected.” He smirked as I became aroused by his deep, sensual voice.

  “Yeah, and I have a pretty little pussy too. Which are you more interested in?”

  “Heh,” he said, arousal dripping off of him. “You’re sexy.”

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, staring at him, seductively.

  He touched his chin. “To quote Alain de Botton ‘The more closely we analyze what we consider ‘sexy,’ the more clearly we will understand that eroticism is the feeling of excitement we experience at finding another human being who shares our values and our sense of the meaning of existence.’”

  Whatever the fuck he just said is exactly what I’m looking for. I want to fuck him right now!

  “Agreed. I hope that’s true.”

  “Heh.” He swallowed hard. “Want to take a walk or something?”

  I bit my bottom lip, unable to deny how handsome he was. “Sure. Why not?” I shrugged. I knew that was code for “Let’s fuck.” He was speaking my language.

  I followed him outside, his hair getting messy in the wind. Honestly, it made him look even hotter. I sighed; my love-struck eyes glistened.

  I've hooked, lined and sunk, now it was about time to take this baby home, fry it, and eat it; or he can eat me, out, of course.

  He cracked his neck, which made me anxious. I inhaled deeply trailing behind him as we walked toward the university parking lot. I had never been around a man who gave off such a dominant and aggressive aura. It was amazing to feel timid and sexy. To think this guy might be more experienced than me. I was ready to learn whatever he had to teach. I hoped he wanted to fuck and fuck hard. Somebody needed to drill Carson out of my head, and I was certain this was the guy to do it.

  He turned, his hazel eyes burrowed into me. It was a little freaky. I thought he was going to say something, but he continued walking toward the middle of the parking lot and I followed him quietly.

  “So,” I finally said something to him. The quietness was getting to me. “Do you go to Wyatt?”

  “No. I’m just here with some friends.”

  “Oh, what college do you go to?”

  “I already graduated. Philosophy major. I have a decent job in stocks though. Not at all what I went to college for, but it pays the bills. I do a lot of travel so I have an apartment here and in uptown Manhattan, in case you ever feel like getting out of town for a weekend or so.”

  My cheeks warmed. Wow, he’s a real man.

  A chill ran down my spine, when he glared back at me for a second time. I wondered what he was thinking.

  “Don’t feel obligated to agree to what I’m about to ask. If you feel violated, I’m sorry but I don’t want to waste your time or mine. I also want to make sure the vibes I’m getting from you are the ones you’re trying to send off,” He said stopping at a red two-door sports car.

  I like his car. Should have known a guy like this would have a car like this.

  “What are you going to ask?” I said, as he turned around to me, opening his car door and flipping the seat up.

  “I want you right here and now. Is that okay?”

  My lips parted and my chest rose.

  “Then I’ll let you have me,wn” I said.

  “Just like that? Even though we don’t know each other?”

  “Why not? If I want you and you want me. Why deny it? Why pretend?”

  “Are you going to let me do what I want to you?”

  “Whatever you want.”

  “Heh. Good girl,” he said, and every brain cell I had cracked and fell onto the ground underneath us in a billion little pieces.

  I couldn't keep my smile hidden. I had found him. Though we had just met I knew he understood my dirty, little slutty heart. I could have had sex with him a thousand times right there. A guy who wasn't scared to do or say, wherever, whenever and however he wanted it. I want it however he wanted it. My body tingled with arousal. I could feel my sex pulsating and dripping from just his words.

  “I’m ready,” I said longingly.

  “Me too.” He smirked.

  His smile was strange, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on the expression. Didn’t matter though. As he lowered himself inside the backseat of the car and scooted to the middle, I had never been so happy to not have on panties.

  I got in and sat beside him, closing the door behind me.

  “Are you scared? Uncomfortable? Having second thoughts? If you are, right now would be the time, because I’m not stopping once we get started. I need you to understand, I’m not talking about hanging out or casual conversations. I want to fuck you, right now. You look so damn good in that tiny ass dress.”

  I smiled, my cheeks warming. “Actually, your forwardness is refreshing.”

  “Is it? Not many women feel that way,” he said looking me up and down, caressing my thighs, his hands slipping intently to my inner thighs. “Look at you, that dark hair, those full luscious lips. I could strangle you right here.”

  I gasped, my legs tensing up.

  “You like that sort of thing? Or did I just scare the shit out of you?”

  “A little of both,” I said, breathily as he spread my legs open, his fingers gently toying with my folds. I arched my back. He knew what he was doing.

  “Oh,” he said, heavily. “You’re already wet, dripping. I wonder how it tastes.” He stared directly into my eyes. “Come here,” he said pulling me on top of him with one hand and undoing his belt and pants with the other.

  When he exposed himself he was just as big and thick as Carson, who was the biggest I’d ever had, though he was the farthest thing from my mind at that moment. I sat on his thighs as he pulled out a condom.

  “You put it on,” he told me, staring at me with authority.

  I nodded taking the package from him. I opened it and took it out, discarding the wrapper. I stared at him pushing myself off of him.

  “What are you doing?”

  I kissed the tip of his rod and licked it slowly.

  “Oh, you want to taste it,” he said, pulling his pants down to his ankles, riding one leg of them.

  I couldn’t resist devouring it. As soon as I did, he grabbed my hair and wrapped it around his fist, pushing my head down his shaft until I was gagging. Didn’t matter, that's how I liked it.

  “Oh, shit,” he groaned, straightening himself in the seat.

  “Ooh, I can’t wait to get inside you. If you’re this good at this, I know that pussy of yours is gold.

  He let me lift my head and I kissed his shaven balls. I really liked shaven men. I used my tongue to slide them in my mouth and juggle them around massaging them with an assortment of tongue flickers and slurping movements.

  He exhaled, heavily, sexily.

  “Good girl. Daddy likes that,” he groaned, caressing my hair roughly.

  Daddy? Yeah.

  After a while he pulled me up by the hair and grabbed my thigh and sat me on him. I squirmed around on his lap, hoping his dick would feel me and grow even larger. It grew underneath me.

  “Oh you little slut. You ready to fuck Daddy?” he asked me, in an intoxicating tone of voice.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you a slut?” he asked.

  “Yes. I’m a slut,” I said, I couldn’t disagree with anything he said. I was too aroused.

  “Are you my slut?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, squirming around, wishing he’d just shove himself inside of me. “I’m your slut,” I whispered.

  “You're going to moan for Daddy.”

  “I'm going to moan for Daddy.”

  “Good girl.”

  He pulled my dress up over my thighs.

  I loved how he wasn't embarrassed at all. That he didn’t care that we had just met and that everything he said was sexy. As
he lifted my ass in the air and slowly pushed me down his shaft, angels sang, and my body burst into a million pieces. I started to bounce up and down, but he grabbed my hips and took control. I was mush. I should have been riding his dick like a cowgirl, but he was underneath me giving me a ride. He grabbed my hair again, wrapping it tightly around his fist.

  His hand felt so good as it slipped from my hips to my thighs as he fucked me. He pulled me closer to him, loosening my hair from his grasp. He kissed me. I knew what he wanted, for me to scream his name, but I'm just a bitch sometimes. So I didn’t. I moaned like he asked me to because if I was correct and he was this alpha he was presenting himself as, if I didn’t scream his name at this pace, he was going to fuck me harder and harder until I did. So, I made him fuck me harder until I couldn't keep my composure anymore, and I did scream his name.

  “Zo! Zo!” I beat him on his shoulders. His grunts got louder and louder as his thrusts got harder and harder, our skin smacking together. He pulled me off his rod and spun me around, the top half of me hanging between the front two seats and he maneuvered inside of me from the back and drilled me until the compartment beneath me was digging into my stomach as I screamed. I wasn’t expecting that, but it was truly welcomed. This is what I wanted. I felt like I could die. I had found him. I knew he accepted me for me, and I knew he was just as dirty minded and free as I was. I didn’t have to look anymore. I didn’t have to settle for Carson. I had found balance in life.

  As my orgasm approached, I could feel him already releasing inside of me as he groaned and smacked my ass over and over, the sting, reminding me of how much of a man he was.

  Finally, my sex pushed him out from how hard my insides contracted and convulsed. I laid there on the compartment, my face smashed into cupholders, trembling, unable to move in any other way. My breaths were heavy.

  He fell back into the seat, smacking my ass so hard it made me jump. Then he pulled me back onto his lap as he laughed coolly.

  “Zo...” I whimpered, and he just smiled.

  “Huh, you want more?” he said, his eyes smoldering sexily.