by Madison Faye
I bite my lip and look up into his eyes, feeling that tingling tug of desire the way I always do around him. "I- I don't know how-"
"I do." He squeezes my arm and grins, starting to pull me towards the stairs. "Follow me."
Okay, I’ve been to about two parties before, briefly, and I’ve always been the one giggling like an immature little prude whenever I saw couples sneaking away upstairs in the middle of one. It just always seemed so cliche, like something out of a movie. But there’s nothing cliched about how turned on I am as Liam leads me to the stairs. Besides that, no one really pays us any mind at all. That is, until I suddenly catch Ally staring at me with a big shit-eating grin on her face from the other side of the room. I blush and stick my tongue out at her, before Liam pulls me up the stairs.
I lost my virginity to Liam almost a month before, though somehow, as we step into the dark bedroom upstairs, my heart is pounding like it’s my first time.
But, as the door closes behind us, sealing us back away from the crowds and questions, it’s just us. And then I feel my nervousness drop away like it'd never even been there. I feel confident then, when it’s just Liam and I. No matter the questions and looks from other people or the multitude of reasons why we can’t - or at least shouldn't - be together. Up here alone, we’re in our own world.
Confidence and desire coursing through me then, I bite my lip and shove him back onto the bed, feeling my pulse jump as I move towards him. I’ve had all of two sips of beer, so I’m not drunk or anything. But I feel alive in the way he looks at me like I’m some sort of sexual goddess.
With my eyes locked onto him, I slowly undo the tie at the front of my bed-sheet toga, before letting the whole thing drop to my feet in a white linen puddle.
"Oh, was this the little pussy you were trying to get a peek of?" I say it in my most innocent voice, looking at him with pouty eyes as I tease a fingertip up my inner thigh. I’ve neglected to mention to him that I’ve left my panties behind.
I can see Liam’s eyes darken with desire as he growls at me. "Yeah, that's the one." His eyes hungrily drink in every inch of my nude young body, his muscled chest rising and falling heavily.
Smirking and keeping my eyes locked on his, I move towards him, until I’m right between his legs. I drop to the ground on my knees and place my hands on his thighs.
"Well, you've got me up here in this dark bedroom all to yourself, mister." I suck at my lower lip as I let my words drip with my most innocent, girlish voice. I can see him tense, his jaw grinding tight and his eyes flashing at me.
"What do you wanna do with me, mister?"
Liam stares at me with his mouth hanging open, tongue tied at my over-the-top sex-kitten act I’m putting on. I grin at him as I push my hands under his toga, up his legs until I feel the huge bulge of his cock in boxers.
In a flash, I’m tugging them down his legs, and then pushing his toga open wide. His thick, throbbing cock springs out to bob heavily in front of my face, and I moan quietly as I bring my small hand up to circle his thick girth. I can’t imagine ever getting tired of that “wow” feeling whenever I see his enormous dick.
"Wow, you've sure got a big dick, mister!" I look up at him with pouty eyes, keeping my voice girlish and watching him groan. "Do- do you want me to suck on it?"
Liam groans out loud, his eyes blazing at me. Grinning at him and without waiting for an answer, I lean forward and wrap my soft lips around his big cock.
He moans as I suck him in, my tongue swirling around his head and teasing the underside of him. I keep my eyes locked on his face, watching him close his eyes and toss his head back in pleasure as I slurp on his cock.
I suck and lick at Liam another minute or so before he sits up then and pulls me up. He kisses me hard, and I moan into his mouth as his fingers slip into my tight pussy as he pulls me into his lap on the edge of the bed. His lips move down to my neck, making me gasp as he sucks at the tender skin there. I can feel him slipping the head of his cock against my tight, dripping wet slit, and feel the flush of heat that radiates out from there at his touch.
I push him back down onto the bed and bite my lips as I straddle his hips and gyrate my tight body above him, moving my hands up to cup my full, warm breasts. "Lay back, Professor. I want to ride you this time.”
He gives me that look again that makes me both blush and moan, like I’m some sort of goddess. I blow him a kiss as I swing my legs over him, turning around so that my ass is pushed back as I hover above his thick cock. Reaching back, we both moan as I teased my slit with his head, before slipping it between my folds and slowly sinking back on to him.
Liam growls, and I gasp as I sink down on his big, thick cock, all the way until I can feel the tickling hairs of his abdomen against my ass and his big balls pressed tight against my lips. My fingers dig into his thighs as I slowly raise myself up, loving the way he groans as my pussy milks every inch of him, before pushing back down onto him.
I start to slowly ride him like that, rocking and rolling my hips as I fuck his big cock with deep even strokes, all while the party rages downstairs. I can feel his hands on my ass; spreading me and clutching me tight as I undulate up and down him.
Liam rocks up into me again, grabbing my tight little ass as he grinds deep into my slit with his big cock, and I moan again as the pleasure throbs through me. He reaches forward and grabs my wrists in his hands. I suddenly gasp as he pulls my arms behind my back and then holds them there as he pulls my body tight. He starts fucking up into me, and the feeling of being so controlled and so restrained by him has me gasping as pleasure rocks through my body.
"Oh! Professor!” My innocent little girl voice is back, and I can hear him groan beneath me. "Fuck my little pussy with that big, thick cock of yours!" I start to bounce faster and faster on him, and his grunts begin to fill the room. “Oh, fuck me, Professor! Fuck me with that big thick cock! Pump my tight little freshman pussy with that dick!”
Liam groans at my little innocent voice, and I start to bounce up and down on him faster and faster as I squeal and moan. I’m going to come soon - bare and wet on his cock - and I want to feel him fill me when I do. I want to feel him pump every drop of his hot cum inside me, no matter the consequences.
“God you feel so good stretching me like that, mister. Your big fat cock feels so good inside of me like that!”
I can hear Liam groan behind me as I bounce on him, milking every inch of his shaft. He sits up then, rocking deep inside of me his hands slide up to cup my big, swaying breasts, running his fingertips over my nipples.
“Play with your clit, honey,” he growls as he bites my ear, making my young body shudder with pleasure. “I want to feel you milk every single drop of my cum out of my balls deep in that tight pussy.”
He begins to hungrily suck and kiss at my neck, sending shivers right down my spine. “I’m gonna come, baby.” He growls into my ear, making me moan out loud as I feel the tremors start in my toes as my body begins to crash over the edge. “And I’m gonna pump you full of my thick, hot cum.” I teeter on the edge, feeling myself start to fall.
“Come for me, honey. Come on my big dick.”
Yeah, that does it.
With a loud cry, I shudder as I come, clenching tight around Liam and moaning as my orgasm tears through me. And right then, Liam’s cock swells up, and with a roar, I feel him throb and twitch deep inside of me as the first thick squirt of his cum splashes up into me.
Squirt after squirt of his hot, thick cream erupts into my fertile young body, filling me to the absolute brim as he growls and slowly keeps pumping me.
Slowly, gasping, we slow to a stop until we’re still in the semi-dark of the room, breathing heavily and trying to catch our breaths.
Ok, wow.
24
Liam
Ellie and I lay in that bedroom upstairs, with the party locked away on the other side of the door, and it’s just the two of us. She’s laying against my chest, her fingers trailing over the
inked lines and designs of my sleeve tattoo. Her small, warm body is curled up against my much bigger, harder frame, and I let my eyes close as I feel her breath on my chest and inhale the scent of her hair.
“What are we going to do?” I murmur before I can stop myself.
I grin, yeah, it was me that just said that. The cliche here would be the younger, inexperienced girl being the one getting weird with this and starting to get clingy. But fuck, here I am saying it. Because right then, I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to go back downstairs and have to put a fucking mask, I want to shout to the world that she’s mine.
Because yeah, she’s young, but not in spirit. I mean this girl reads books - real fucking great books - and she thinks, and she’s got a brilliant mind. I think again to the mystery coffee shop girl with Joyce under her arm and the ass I couldn’t get enough of. Yeah, she’s sexy as all fucking sin, but it’s the combo of the sort of sexiness that she doesn’t even quite know how to use yet and the fact that she can keep up with my intellectually.
I almost want to take back my words before I ruin the whole damn moment, but then she’s turning, and she’s kissing me. I growl into those soft, pouty lips.
“Well,” she says, pulling back, her eyes looking up as she thinks. “I mean, I’m only your student another few months, right?”
I can feel my cock twitch a little bit as she says it. She feels it, of course, and grins as she reaches down to give me a languid stroke. “After that?” She shrugs. “After that could we be open?”
“People would talk.”
She winks. “Fuck ‘em.”
I laugh. “You’ve been hanging around me too long. I think I’m corrupting you into a girl with a dirty mouth.”
She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling at me as she leans close.
“Well why don’t you take me home, and I’ll let you corrupt this dirty little mouth as much as you want.”
Uh, check please.
25
Liam
I’m still in dreamland with this girl as we unlock the door and head back down to the party. It’s still the madhouse it was before, but I’m barely aware of it as we move through the crowd.
If there was any weirdness before about me being here with her, even with the mask, considering our ages, people either don’t care, or are too drunk to give a shit anymore. Which is fine with me, because all I want to do is head back to my house and bury my tongue Ellie’s pussy.
And we get so damn close to making that happen. In fact, we get to the front lawn before the shit hits the fucking fan.
“So, what, this is the dude you decide to fuck instead of me?”
I can feel Ellie’s grip tighten on my arm. Yeah, I recognize that voice. I turn to see a very drunk looking Ted - that shitbag ex of hers - leering at us as he stumbles down the front steps of the frat house. Even though I know that this fuckwad never got to even touch her, just sight of him brings me to a red rage. Yeah, he might not have gotten a taste of this girl, but I know he tried, and I know he’s thought about it, and that right there is enough to bring out the damn caveman in me.
“Walk away,” I growl, narrowing my eyes through the mask at him. I turn, and start to lead Ellie away from this loser, when suddenly she’s gasping as she pulls right out of my arm.
I whirl, the red rage hot in my face as I see Ted with his fucking hand on Ellie’s arm, holding her tight and leering at her.
“You get your fucking hands off of her,” I growl as I pull Ellie gently away from him and then shove Ted a step back, my eyes flashing at him as my fists raise.
He flips me off. “Listen old man, fuck off. No one invited you here.”
I can feel the blood roaring in my veins, but I push the heat down, forcing myself to breathe. Yeah, I want to pound this little shit’s face in, right here in front of everyone. Yeah, I could wipe that smug little prick smile off his face right here and knock him on his punk ass in front of all his little friends.
But I force myself to breathe.
Don’t make a scene. Just walk away with her and leave this shitbag to his bullshit.
“I invited him,” Ellie says with an edge to her voice.
Ted snorts. “Yeah well that’s cause you’re a slut with daddy issues.”
I don’t think, I just do.
I don’t even really remember the first hit later, but I remember the satisfaction in seeing the blood come pouring out of Ted’s nose as he goes stumbling backwards. He jumps back faster than I’d have given him credit for, and suddenly he’s rushing right into me and knocking us both down.
And then the crowd goes fucking ape-shit, of course. People are cheering and yelling and pumping their fists in the air as we grapple on the ground, and I can hear Ellie screaming. Ted gets one lucky hit in, but then I’ve got him on his back, and I’m letting my fist crash across his smug face again and again.
And slowly, I’m aware that the cheering has stopped, and it’s dead quiet.
I look up, Ted’s toga still in my fist and realize everyone is staring at me.
“Professor Martin?” A guy to my right who I also recognize from a class of mine is staring at me with his jaw dropped, and it’s then that I look down and see my mask, lying on the ground.
Oh shit.
Suddenly, there are sirens, and four campus safety cars screeching to a halt in front of the frat house as students start to scatter. The scene is pure chaos, but somehow, it’s like I’m in this tunnel as I just drop Ted and stand, and lock eyes with Ellie.
And she looks as scared as I feel.
“Officer! Officer!” Ted’s up and screaming, holding his bloody nose, his eyes wild as he flails his arms in the air.
Fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck. I’m a Goddamn teacher, with my knuckles bloody from the student I just hit, wearing a fucking toga on the lawn of a frat house.
Oh, right, and my barely legal student girlfriend’s pussy I can still taste on my tongue is standing three feet away from me. Yeah, this is bad.
The campus cops are surrounding us, eyes flicking between Ted and I as they shine flashlights over the two of us.
“Officers!” Ted’s near hysterics, and part of me wants to grin at how much of a pussy he is after getting hit, but there’s no place for smiling right now.
“This man is harassing young students.”
The cop in charge raises his brow and looks at me, but Ellie is stepping between us and lacing her fingers through mine. “That’s not true-”
“He’s a professor here!” Ted says shrilly. “He works here and he’s been fucking her!” He spits the last words out, sneering at Ellie in a way that makes me want to knock him down all over again. “She’s a student here and this guy’s been fucking her.”
And there’s the hammer coming down.
The scene goes quiet, and the cops and the few older students who didn’t feel are all slowly turning to stare at Ellie and I. It’s literally everything I never wanted to happen; it’s the nightmare of being found out like this, and it’s happening right here in front of my face.
“Now, hang on,” I say gruffly, holding my hands up.
The cop shines his flashlight into my face, cutting me off as he turns to Ellie. “Miss, do you go to school here?”
Her face is white, but her lips are pressed together, not saying a damn thing.
“Miss?”
“She does!” Ted spits out. He sneers at me. “She’s a freshman.”
The cops turn back to me, looking even more somber, when one of the backup guys steps forward, and I groan as I realize I recognize him from late-night patrols around the English department.
“Yeah, chief, I know this guy. He’s that writer; the English professor.”
The guy in charge suddenly looks at me with recognition, and he narrows his eyes at me as he suddenly reaches for the taser on his belt. “Step away from the girl, Mr. Martin.”
But I’m not letting go, and neither is she. I can feel her pulse racing where our hands are clasped,
and I can feel her fingers squeezing hard.
“Step away, sir,” the cop says again, and the group of them start to move towards us.
“Fuck off,” I growl.
Which is really the last thing you should say to a group of cops.
I can hear Ellie screaming as they yank her away when they tackle me, and it only fuels my fury as I try and shake them off and get back to her. But there are three of them holding me down, and all I can do is strain against them and roar as a female officer drags Ellie away to one of the cars.
And then she’s gone, and I’m still raging to get free, still roaring at them to fuck off and let me be when they slap the cuffs on and drag me away.
But the worse part is, I don’t get to say it. The worse part is, the words that’ve been bubbling to the surface for weeks now - the words I’ve never said to anyone - are right there.
Only now it’s too late.
26
Ellie
And then it’s over, just like that.
At the police station, there are a million questions, and then even one of the junior Deans of the college asking me over and over if I want to press charges.
What? No.
No, I just want them to let me go and let me get back to the man that I lo-
It’s that thought that eventually has me breaking down into tears, because right then I know it’s true, and I know it’s been true.
I love him, and I’m getting that now that the whole thing is blowing up in my face.
The police and the Dean want me to sign this absurd statement about Liam pressuring me and being “professionally irresponsible”, but I refuse, again and again. Eventually, they try and call my parents, which is mortifying, until I hear my dad threatening a lawsuit over the phone if they don’t let me walk out of there right then.
