Wicked Chemistry

by R. L. Kenderson

  He studied my face, not saying a word.

  “I hope you can forgive me.”

  Mace moved closer to me, to the point that we were almost touching. With one quick kick of his foot, the front door slammed closed behind him.

  I sucked in a breath, wondering what was happening now.

  Mace pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

  I knew I shouldn’t, but I kissed him back. His lips and mouth were warm, and he tasted better than anyone had any right to.

  He cupped the back of my head and angled our mouths the way he wanted them. His kisses lit a fire inside me that traveled straight to my pussy.

  I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and now, my body was screaming, Yes, yes, yes, at the top of her lungs. If Mace could kiss like this, I could only imagine what the rest of him could do.

  And that was why I stepped back. My breathing was ragged, but I managed to put up a hand. “We … we can’t do this.”

  He just stared at me, daring me to tell him why.

  “You’re my student.”

  “A technicality. We’re both adults.”

  “But I’m your teacher. I’m in a position of power. If someone found out, they could say I made you do it for grades.”

  Mace’s mouth tilted up to one side. “I’ve already got an A in your class. The semester’s over. And trust me; in the bedroom, I’m the one giving orders.”

  A shiver went up my spine. Despite our slight age difference, I had no doubts that Mace had much more experience than me when it came to sex.

  “What about your girlfriend? Or Lena?”

  Mace laughed.

  I didn’t know why because it wasn’t funny.

  “Lena is just a friend. I’ve asked her out on dates in the past, but she doesn’t want to be tied down. And, for the record, it was Lena’s idea to run off from the dance.”

  My jaw dropped open.

  “Don’t look so surprised, Eden. You were just talking to me about women doing things on their own. That would be Lena.” He leaned forward. “And, in case you were wondering, I haven’t asked her out since sophomore year. There are no residual feelings there.”

  That made me feel better even though it shouldn’t because we weren’t going to be doing anything besides waving good-bye.

  But I opened my mouth and out popped, “What about the girl who was waiting for you the night I gave you a ride home?”

  “Jessica?” He shrugged. “What about her?”

  “Are you involved with her?”

  He laughed. “Hell no. One, that girl isn’t my type.” He looked me up and down. “I like my women with meat on their bones. Jessica’s too skinny. And, two, she’s not my type personality-wise.”

  “What’s your type?”

  He pushed my hair behind my ear and cupped the side of my face. “I like my women mature and smart. I like it when they can recite chemistry formulas off the top of their heads. Gives me a fucking hard-on every time, which is a bitch to hide in class.”

  I swallowed, and Mace rubbed his thumb over my throat.

  Can I really do this? Can I have sex with Mace?

  There was a rustle from behind him, and we both turned.

  My workbag had tipped over. The manila envelope had slid out, and out from that was the wedding invitation.

  I didn’t really believe in fate or anything like that. I was a scientist after all. But, if I ever needed a sign from the universe, I didn’t think there could be one clearer than this.

  I clutched his shirt and kissed him.

  I squeaked as Mace picked me up and carried me over to the couch. I was worried I was too heavy, but Mace didn’t seem to be bothered.

  He laid me down on the cushions, taking my mouth with his expert tongue. He kissed his way down my neck and cupped my breast, running his thumb over my nipple. I moaned at the sensation. That area of my body was a straight shot down to my clit. My boobs were small but sensitive.

  I rubbed my crotch over the bulge in his jeans to create more friction.

  Mace left me, standing up so suddenly that I was momentarily confused. I watched as he stripped off his T-shirt and unbuttoned his pants.

  I wasn’t normally such a visual person, but I thought I could orgasm just from watching this man move around, doing everyday things with no shirt. And low riding pants. I wouldn’t want to miss his V muscle above his hips.

  I sat up, put my fingers in his belt loops, and yanked him toward me, so I could kiss him there.

  His skin was smooth and slightly salty. I would never forget the taste and smell of Mace.

  He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my head back enough, so I had to look up at him.

  “Take my cock out, Eden. I want you to touch me.”

  I smiled coyly at him.

  “Don’t you give me that look,” he said with a grin. “You owe me an orgasm, remember?”

  I did remember him saying that the night I’d busted him, but I really didn’t want to think about him being with another woman.

  Mace lifted his opposite hand and swiped his thumb over my eyebrow. “Hey, I’m here with you now.” The corner of his mouth curved up. “Besides, that night, I wanted it to be you.”

  I gasped.

  He laughed. “Why do you think I was in your classroom? I wanted to picture myself getting off every time you sat at your desk. Maybe then we’d be even because I’m constantly hard in your class.”

  I kissed his belly and pulled the top of his boxers down until the tip of his cock was exposed. I kissed him there, too, and then twirled my tongue around his crown.

  Mace moaned, and the hand that was touching my face dropped to his side while the one in my hair tightened. Turned out, I liked that feeling. I also liked hearing Mace make noises as I pleasured him.

  I pulled his jeans and underwear down until he sprang out into my waiting mouth. Mace was tall and broad-shouldered, and I really shouldn’t have been surprised that his penis matched his body, but I was.

  I struggled to fit him in my mouth. I wanted to take him all in, but that was never going to happen, so I used my hand to pump the base of his shaft.

  I lifted my eyes, watching Mace as I sucked him. I felt so powerful. This big, sexy, tough football player was at my mercy. I was the one in control of his pleasure.

  As if he’d read my mind, he opened his eyes and looked down at me. “Rub your clit, Eden.”

  I let go of him just long enough to unbutton my jeans. I put one hand back on him and one hand down my pants and into my underwear.

  I was already soaked.

  Mace snickered. “Already wet, aren’t you?”

  I nodded around his cock.

  “Good girl. Now, rub your clit as you suck me off. But you can’t come until I do. I want you to associate the taste of me with orgasming.”

  Holy hell.

  Despite his age, this was definitely a man standing in front of me.

  “Go on,” he urged me, and I did.

  It didn’t take me long until I was close to the edge. All my fantasies and dreams were now real. It was a wonder I hadn’t exploded at the first touch of my clit.

  “Don’t come yet. Wait for me, Eden.”

  I moaned and whimpered around his cock as I slowed my hand on my clit.

  “But don’t stop touching yourself, baby. I’m almost there.”

  This was the closest I’d ever come to delaying an orgasm on purpose, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off. I stroked Mace harder and felt him begin to swell in my mouth.

  “Swallow, Eden. Let yourself come.”

  Mace exploded in my mouth as my orgasm crashed over me. I had to be careful not to bite him as the force rocked my body. But every pump of him caused a shiver in me, and when his orgasm was finished, I cried out because I wanted more.

  Mace had to nudge me off his dick. “You did good, baby. Now, lie back on the couch.”

  I fell back onto the sofa as he pulled my hand from my jeans. My fingers glis
tened from my arousal, and I gasped as I watched Mace put my fingers between his lips and sucked.

  It was arousing as hell to watch him taste me and feel him suck on me. I hadn’t thought I’d get turned on again so fast, but my body was ready for the next round.

  Mace pulled off my shirt and then my jeans and panties. I was only in my bra with the lights on. This would normally make me uncomfortable, but I was in a lust-filled haze, so I didn’t even care.

  Mace sat down on the floor and pushed my legs apart. “So pink and swollen.” He ran a finger up and down my cleft. He pushed a single digit inside me. “And so wet. Damn, Eden, I love that this is all for me.”

  He pulled my hips to the edge of the couch and put his mouth on me. I moaned loudly because I was still sensitive from my earlier orgasm.

  “I don’t know if I can come again.”

  Mace lifted his mouth and smiled at me. “Just relax and enjoy. This isn’t a race.”

  He put his lips back on me, and I listened to his suggestion.

  I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the pleasure he was giving me. He slipped a finger inside me again and then another. He went right for my G-spot without any fumbling or searching.

  And, to my surprise, the double stimulation had me barreling straight for another climax.

  I didn’t know if this one could possibly be as good as the first, but as my back bowed off the couch and my pussy contracted around Mace’s fingers, I didn’t have anything to be concerned about.

  This time, I didn’t have to worry about my teeth and felt blood in my mouth from biting down on my lip.

  My body dropped back to the cushions as I tried to catch my breath.

  Mace gently pulled his fingers from me, and I felt empty without them.

  “Wow,” I said.

  Mace stood and looked down at me. “Where’s the bedroom?”

  Mace insisted on carrying me to my bedroom.

  He laid me on the bed and turned on the small lamp on the nightstand. “Take off your bra. And point me toward your condoms.”

  “Bathroom. Under the sink.” Technically, they were Becca’s, but she’d told me I could use them whenever I wanted and kept them in a mutual area for that reason. Plus, she bought them in bulk so she wouldn’t notice if a few were missing.

  I took off my bra and threw it on the floor just as Mace came back with a handful.

  My eyes bugged out of my head. “How many do you need?”

  Mace grinned, his beautiful blue eyes bright. “You never know.” He threw them on the bed and pushed off his jeans.

  “Have you ever thought about modeling?” I asked as he crawled between my legs. “You really shouldn’t deprive the world of your gorgeous body.”

  Mace wrapped his long fingers around my ankle and bent my knee, opening me to him. “You think I have a gorgeous body, huh?” He pushed a finger into me.

  “You know you do,” I said breathlessly. “You should let Michael Stokes photograph you. He’s an amazing photographer.”

  “I’ll get right on that. But, first, I’m going to fuck you.”

  I moaned.

  “Oh, does Ms. F like the dirty talk?”

  I shook my head. “You can’t call me that.”

  Mace pulled his hand from my body and grabbed a condom. “Except you told me not to call you Eden.”

  “I’ve changed my mind.”

  Mace leaned over me and rubbed his covered cock through my wetness.

  “When you’re inside me, you call me Eden.”

  “Whatever you say, Ms. F.” He slowly sank down into my heat, and I was pretty sure my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “I’m going to fuck you now, Eden.”

  I clutched at his back. “Yes. Please, yes.”

  Mace pulled out and pushed back into me slowly. But not gently. He gave me everything he had to give.

  I opened my legs wide, wanting him inside me as deep as possible.

  “Harder,” I demanded.

  Mace picked up his pace, ramming into me to the point that our bodies began to make smacking sounds. Had Becca been home, I would have cringed in embarrassment.

  “Damn, Eden, you’re tight,” Mace said between kisses.

  I bit his neck. “Maybe you’re just that big.”

  “Fuck, baby, you know the right things to say to a guy.” Mace slammed inside me again.

  For an eighteen-year-old, he had impressive stamina, and I was shocked to realize there was a chance I would have another orgasm.

  “You’re going to come again.”

  “I don’t know,” I said in between deep breaths.

  “That wasn’t a question.” Mace took my nipple into his mouth and sucked.

  That line between my breasts and pussy lit up like Christmas tree lights. Mace reached between our bodies and pushed his thumb down on my clit.

  “Holy shit.” I bucked my hips. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

  I exploded for an astounding third time that night as I grabbed on to Mace’s hard body. He was hot and sweaty, but I thought it was sexy. He’d worked up a sweat while bringing me pleasure.

  Mace grabbed on to my hips and crashed into me one last time before he came, jerking and swelling inside me.

  After a minute, he fell beside me on the bed. Both of us were practically panting as we tried to slow our breathing.

  “Wow,” I said toward the ceiling.

  Mace chuckled.

  I turned my head to face him. Even sweaty, with his hair wet, he looked devastatingly handsome, and I couldn’t believe he was naked in my bed.

  He got up on one elbow and looked down at me. “What have you got to eat in this house?”

  “Uh …” I was struck by the change in the subject. “We just had dinner.”

  He looked at me like I’d grown an extra head. “That was almost two hours ago. Plus, I fucked all my calories into you.” He patted his flat stomach. “I’m a growing boy, and I’m hungry.”

  He got up from the bed and walked out of the room, presumably toward the kitchen, naked as the day he had been born.

  I got out of bed and grabbed an oversize T-shirt from my drawer of comfy clothes. I looked down at my university’s logo and remembered that I had stolen the shirt from Adam when we were dating.

  I whipped it over my head and chucked it across the room. Next.

  Thankfully, I found another shirt that I had bought myself once upon a time. Big and long enough to cover my huge butt.

  I followed Mace to the kitchen and found him pulling pizza rolls out of the microwave.

  “You don’t waste any time.”

  He smiled at me over his shoulder. “When my empty stomach is on the line, not a chance.”

  I walked around the counter that had been blocking his lower half. “Don’t you feel weird, not wearing any clothes?”

  His brow furrowed as he set the hot plate on the counter. “No. Why would I?”

  I chuckled and shook my head. “I guess you and I are different.”

  He tugged on the bottom of my T-shirt. “I guess we are.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I think you should take this off and walk around naked.”

  I laughed. “That’s not going to happen.”

  He was lucky I’d even had sex naked. Especially with him.

  He pushed the plate toward me. “Want some?”

  “No, thanks. I’m still full from dinner.” I was thirsty though, so I walked behind him and to the cupboard to get a glass.

  I just finished a long, cool drink when Mace shouted, “Son of a bitch.”

  “What?” I asked, alarmed, as I walked around to his front.

  Pizza rolls were notorious for breaking open on the sides and spilling out sauce like hot lava, and it looked like some had landed right on Mace’s dick.

  I busted out laughing.

  He scowled at me. “It’s not funny. It burns.”

  I stepped closer. “Then, why don’t you wipe it off?” I swiped my finger under the red sauce, picking it up
as I went, and stuck it in my mouth.

  Mace stared at me, his pizza roll paused halfway to his mouth.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. For some reason, that was super hot.”

  I finished my water and set the glass down. “Finish eating and come back to bed.” I turned and headed back toward my room. “If you hurry up, I’ll kiss and make it better.”

  The alarm on my phone sounded like a foghorn going off in my room. It wasn’t any louder than normal, but I was so tired.

  The reason for my lack of sleep snaked an arm around me and kissed the back of my neck.

  “Why’s your alarm going off so early?”

  “I have to get up and get ready to go to the airport.”

  “Oh, that’s right.”

  But I didn’t want to get up. It was so warm under the covers with Mace snuggled up behind me.

  I scooted back closer to him.

  “Hmm …” he said when my ass hit his groin.

  He was fiddling with something behind me. I almost told him to stop moving around because he was ruining my morning cuddle when he lifted up my leg and slid his warm, thick cock inside.

  “Oh,” I said, startled but in a good way. “So, that’s what you were doing back there.”

  He nipped my earlobe. “Yeah, we had one rubber left from the pile I took, so I figured we’d better use it up.”

  “One condom?” No wonder I was tired.

  Mace chuckled. “And, now, we have no rubbers left.”

  That was the last thing said for a long time as Mace thoroughly used up that condom and left me as a pile of post-orgasmic mush.

  “Hey, do you mind if I use your shower before I go home?”

  I smiled, and I buried my nose in my pillow. Becca wasn’t due to pick me up for a while, so I told him, “Sure.” I was already half-asleep even though I should be showering myself when a thought suddenly occurred to me. I bolted upright. “Mace.”

  He turned around and looked at me from the doorway. “Yeah?”

  “You’re in high school.”

  He laughed. “This is not news, babe.”

  “You spent the night.” I’d had a curfew until the day I left for college, even after I had turned eighteen.