Game On: If I wasn't her student, it would be game on.

by Daiko, SC

  “I wanna punch him for hurting you,” I growl.

  “That would be rather difficult,” she lets out a muffled laugh. “He’s in Brazil.”

  I put my arm around her, hold her to my chest, and she feels so small, so soft, so fucking perfect. Pulling away, I reach for her glasses and lift them off her cute little nose.

  Her eyes are pools of melted chocolate and I just wanna drown in them. I kiss her on the forehead, the cheeks, the corners of her mouth. Her lips are soft and warm; they part for my tongue as I push my way inside. She grips my shoulders and our hot, wet mouths mesh.

  “I wanna touch you, Beth,” I rasp.

  Without waiting for an answer, I start to slide down her leggings. She doesn’t stop me; she even wriggles her ass to help. I rub her between the legs, and smile at how wet she it. I pull at the elastic and tug her knickers down slowly, caressing her beautiful soft thighs at the same time. She quivers as I slide the material over her ankles; she’s nervous again.

  I kiss her on the forehead. “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shakes her head, and her cheeks turn pink.

  My fingers tease her cami top over her head. Breathing deeply through my nose, I reach around her back, unclip her bra, and toss it to one side. I stare at her tits; they’re fucking awesome. Just the right size for me to cup with my hands, and I do. Her nipples point upwards and they’re like bullets she’s so aroused. Hard points poking into my palms.

  “Lie back,” I command. And she’s like putty in my hands. Fuck!

  I kneel on the floor next to where she’s stretched out on the sofa; I bend and suck her left tit into my mouth, biting down on it.

  She lets out a yelp, and closes her eyes.

  I lean across to her right breast and suckle on it like a baby, swirling my tongue and drawing that nipple deep into my mouth.

  She arches her back, and then whimpers and rocks her hips. I get the message and snake my fingers down. Still sucking at her breast, I part her lower lips and caress her opening, inserting first one finger and then two. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, a tight little hole that’s fully wet for me. She releases such cute moans as she bucks against my hand. I don’t want her to come, though. I have other plans for her.

  11

  “Hold onto the back of your knees,” he says in a forceful tone. “Bare your pussy to me.” He rubs his nose against my throbbing clit and sniffs. “Joder, you smell delicious. I’m gonna eat you out. Is that what you want?”

  My cheeks burn.

  Don’t think, Beth.

  Don’t tell yourself this is wrong.

  Don’t spoil this moment.

  He latches onto my clit, sucking on it greedily like he sucked my nipples, and it feels wonderful. I pull back on my knees, and thrust my hips forwards to grind against his face, rubbing my clit on his nose.

  He licks me from top to bottom. “Oh, that’s so nice,” I hiss.

  And now he’s tongue fucking me and I’m bucking against him, my pussy on fire. My hips lift off the sofa. Stars burst behind my eyes; my clit pulses and my pussy clenches. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming.”

  Ryan looks up at me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Did I do good?”

  He’s like a kid, seeking approval, and my heart just melts.

  I touch my finger to his cheek. “You did more than good.”

  I scoot down onto the floor, desperate for the feel of his skin; I wriggle onto his lap, facing him, my legs splayed out on each side. I pull off his t-shirt and trace my fingers over his beautiful tats. Then I bend to kiss them and run my tongue along the stunning tribal designs. “Did your father ink these?”

  “I was too young,” Ryan says, and there’s sadness in his voice. “I got them as soon as I turned eighteen a year ago, in memory of him.”

  “They’re yummy. I love them.” I kiss his shoulder, then suck on the skin, enjoying the salty taste of his sweat. The heat from his body is suddenly not enough to keep me warm. I don’t have the central heating on this late in the evening; I’m normally curled up under my duvet. I push myself to my feet and hold out my hand. “Let’s go to my room. It’ll be warmer and more comfortable.”

  “Yes, Miss,” he winks.

  Sudden guilt pierces me. “Please call me Beth when we’re together like this, Ryan. Otherwise it’s not going to work.”

  “I was only joking,” he grunts.

  “I know.” I stand on my toes and kiss his jaw. “But humour me, please?”

  “Ok, Beth,” he grins.

  I lead him down the corridor and push open the door to my bedroom. I’d tidied up earlier, cleared it of the piles of schoolbooks normally occupying every available surface. He unzips his flies and steps out of his jeans. I eye the formidable tent in his boxers. He’s big; I knew he would be.

  He steps out of his shorts, and I can’t help releasing a gasp. Christ, his cock is divine. Hung like a horse, the girls had gossiped, and not far off it. His knob is tulip-shaped, and his shaft is well over six inches… fully erect for me.

  He sits on the bed next to me and I try to wrap my hand around his cock, but my fingers can’t reach. Will it fit inside me? The thought makes my tummy tickle, and I cup my palm around the tip… it’s dribbling precum.

  I work my fingers up and down his slippery length, loving the feel of him swelling under my touch. But I want more. I lower myself to my knees between his outstretched legs and lick at his wetness. He tastes of salt and musk and Ryan. Mmm.

  He sucks in a breath, shuffles his ass backward on the bed and grabs the base of his cock, squeezing it hard before thrusting his hips forward again.

  “Fuck, Beth, I nearly came.”

  I stretch my mouth as wide as I can, and fit my lips snugly around his knob, sucking until my cheeks are hollow.

  “Can’t stop it, gonna blow,” he rasps, shooting a spurt onto the back of my tongue. He draws in deep breaths and stares down at me, smoothing the hair back from my face and touching a finger to my throat. “Open as wide as you can,” he says. “I’m not done yet.”

  Not done? I doubt I can take much more.

  He slides more of his length into me. I can’t deep throat him; he’s too big. I just caress the underside of his cock with my tongue. He withdraws, and I gasp for breath, my chin covered in spit.

  “Once more, Beth. I’m going deeper,” he grunts.

  I relax my jaw as he pushes back in, inhaling through my nose, my mouth stretched full of him. I bob my head, squeeze with my lips, and suck as hard as I can.

  “Joder,” he groans, his cock twitching.

  And, with a judder, he shoots his load down my throat.

  I swallow every drop of his cum, my eyes raised to his.

  He leans forwards and helps me to my feet. “That was incredible, Beth. You were incredible.” He lifts my chin and kisses me, his tongue delving deep and hungry. “I can taste myself,” he smiles a dirty smile.

  The mattress dips under our weight as we stretch out, our heads on the pillows. I trail my hand down his chest, and breathe him in. He smells of musk and sex. Lower still, my fingers encounter his fine hair, and he releases a groan. “I’ll be rock hard for you in a minute, princesa.”

  He nuzzles my neck, and trails hot kisses down to my breasts. Then he’s sucking on my pebbled nipples, and I’m writhing against him, sparks shooting down to my pussy. His fingers delve between my lower lips. Oh God…

  He pulls out and lifts his hand to my mouth. “Suck me clean, Beth. Do it for me!”

  Christ, I’ve never done anything like that before. Can I? Fuck it, I can.

  I lick his fingers, tasting my own muskiness, and it feels so dirty and, at the same time, so right.

  “Good girl,” he smiles.

  He gets off the bed and reaches into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a foil packet and ripping it open.

  Back on the bed, I help him slide the condom over his cock. I keep quiet; if I say anything it might bring me back to reality… the reality th
at what we’re doing is wrong.

  He covers my body with his, and his fingers brush the sides of my breasts before cupping my ass, his erection pushing into my tummy. “Part your legs,” he grunts. “Put your arms around my neck so I can feel your perfect tits against me.”

  I do as he instructs, and his cock pushes against my inner thigh as his legs slip between mine. He feels rock hard against my softness.

  “Spread yourself wide, princesa.” His hot minty breath blows across my cheek.

  I hesitate.

  This is it. The point of no return.

  He leans back and shoots me a questioning look. “Beth?”

  I nod, slowly. It’s as if I’ve gone into a parallel universe… a universe where I’m not Ryan’s teacher.

  He releases a long slow breath, and pushes his cock against my clit. “Gonna fuck you now.”

  The pressure against my pussy increases. I place my feet under my hips and arch my body upwards to impale myself. But I don’t get far... I bite down on my lips and let out a sigh of disappointment. I want him inside me.

  He growls low in his throat and holds onto my ass. “Yes,” he growls again, pushing the tip of his cock into me, his hips slamming against mine. “Fuck, yes!”

  Sweet Jesus!

  He lifts my feet until my ankles are hooked around his hips, but I can’t swallow the whole of him into me. Grunting, he slides his hands under my thighs, and flips my legs over his shoulders. “That’s my girl.”

  He drives his dick back into my pussy, grinding against my clit on the down stroke, forcing me to take his entirety, and it feels so sexy. He pulls all the way out, and then, in one almighty lunge, he re-seats himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against my ass.

  Fuck!

  All the breath leaves my body.

  And then I’m pushing back at him, bucking to meet his thrusts.

  “Your pussy’s tight, Beth, so fucking tight but fucking perfect.”

  I clench around his cock, bathing him in my wetness. My clit pulses, my toes curl and cum floods out of me as I shriek my release.

  A groan escapes from deep within him.

  He unhooks my legs from his shoulders and rolls over onto his side, pulling me with him. He sweeps the hair back from my face and kisses my neck. “You’re so beautiful, princesa.”

  I face him and he runs his fingers down my back, soothing my ragged breathing. I try to stop the guilt hammering at the edge of my mind. Try not to tell myself that actions have consequences. Try not to let regret spoil what just happened.

  “I’ll be working on Thursday night,” he says, smiling. “Can I come by after?”

  Say no, Beth! Tell him this mustn’t continue. But I can’t. I simply can’t. I’m already in too deep.

  “Alright.”

  12

  I’m at the rugby club training ground, rain sheeting into my face, mouthpiece in place, boots squelching in the mud. We’re playing sevens, pitting nearly one half of the regular fifteen-man team against the other, and my side has been driven back towards our try line but allowing us space to counter-attack. At least, that’s the plan…

  Ginger-haired Gareth, playing for the opposite side, takes possession of the ball. I go after him, a human battering ram, attempting to floor him with a tackle. He outruns me. I chase him, legs pumping and lungs busting, but he’s too fucking fast. Josh tackles him but Gareth manages to stretch and touch the ball down to score.

  After the break, I’m determined to equalize. Except Gareth takes off with the ball again, zig-zagging down the pitch. “I’ll get you, douchebag,” I mutter to myself.

  I power forwards, attempting to cut him off before he can reach the try line again; I crash into him, grab hold of his jersey, ready to take the ball and pass it to Josh. Fucking Gareth wriggles out of my grasp, and speeds off again. Shit!

  We lose the game and I know it’s partly my fault. I just wasn’t up to it. Tiredness, I guess.

  Later, standing under the shower, the hot jets washing the mud from my body, I think about Beth.

  The initial awkwardness of our first time, the nerves and the not knowing what would please the other, have evolved into something incredible. We don’t just fuck, we hang out together.

  But only in her flat. It’s been a month since we started seeing each other, and it’s like we live in a bubble three nights a week. I don’t like compartmentalizing our relationship; I don’t like not being able to be with her in public; I don’t like the secrecy. Joder, she’s mine and I wanna show that to the world.

  I towel myself dry, get dressed, and set off for home. Josh catches up and falls into step beside me as we reach the edge of the housing estate. “Fuck, man,” he frowns. “What’s happened to you? You played like a total asshole today.”

  I run my hand through my hair, and give a shrug. “It was nothing. Just a blip.”

  “We got a game against Risca next Saturday. You better be on form or coach will drop you from the team.”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  He stares at me. “You look knackered.”

  “I’m okay, hombre. Just had a few sleepless nights.” I square my shoulders and assume a poker face. “Been shitting myself about the exams,” I say, and it’s half true.

  “Me too,” he grins. “Maybe we can study for PE together? We could test each other.”

  I clap him on the shoulder. “Sounds like a plan.”

  We’ve reached his house so I arrange to meet up with him tomorrow, and I make my weary way home.

  Mam and Sara are in the sitting room, watching Strictly Come Dancing with Grandad. “I used to be a grand ballroom dancer,” he says proudly. “Your nan and I even won a couple of competitions.”

  I can barely remember my grandmother. She passed away from a stroke when I was five years-old. We used to visit Wales more regularly in those days, but, after Nan died, Grandad vacationed with us in Ibiza every summer.

  “That’s awesome,” I say to the old man as I perch on the sofa between Mam and Sara. “Have you got any photos?”

  “I’ll dig some out and show you sometime,” he chuckles. “We danced proper in the old days. Held a girl in our arms and whispered sweet nothings,” he winks at me.

  “I bet you were a babe-magnet, Grandad.”

  He laughs. “There was only ever one woman for me. Your nan was a real beauty. And so sweet with it. Never was and never would be anyone else,” he sighs. “You’ll know when you meet the right person.”

  I know already. The realisation slams into me like a punch in the guts.

  I hit the books with Josh the next day, as arranged, and we spend about an hour revising physiology… human muscle structure and function. We test each other on the different aspects we’ve studied, then go into his kitchen for a snack.

  Josh pours us each a glass of orange juice. He opens a packet of mixed nuts and we share them between us, leaning against the counter.

  “Where are your parents?” I ask, reaching for a peanut.

  “At my auntie’s in Chepstow. They’ll be home soon.” He clears his throat, and fixes me with a look. “I know what’s going on,” he says, and his tone is serious.

  I raise a brow. “Going on?”

  “I didn’t wanna say anything where someone could overhear us, but I know about you and Miss Matthews.”

  My blood runs cold. “The fuck?!”

  He knits his brows. “I’ve been watching the two of you in class. You avoid eye contact. She never asks you any questions. It’s like you’re not there. Fucking weird.”

  I shrug, pretend indifference. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

  His stare doesn’t waver. “You’re denying it?”

  I want to; I fucking wanna deny it, but I can’t. Josh knows; he guessed I had the hots for Beth in Madrid, and he’s not stupid.

  “You won’t say anything, will you?” I growl. “If you do, I’ll fucking kill you.”

  “Jesus, man,” he holds up his hands. “‘Course I won’t. What do you take
me for? I’d never do that.”

  I eye him, try to gauge if I can trust him. There’s nothing for it; I’ll just have to. “It’s private. Between her and me. Don’t fucking breathe a word!”

  “I’ve said I wouldn’t… so I won’t. Scout’s honour!”

  “You were a fucking boy scout?” I laugh, grabbing him in a head-lock. “Twatface!”

  He wrestles me off. “So, what’s she like? I mean, is she as hot as she looks?”

  I scowl, bunching my hands into first to stop myself from punching him in the face. “It’s fucking private.”

  Josh takes a step back. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean to snoop.”

  “Miss Matthews’ job is on the line. I don’t wanna speak no more about it.” I pause. “And neither will you, twatface, if you know what’s good for you.”

  “I meant to ask you,” Beth says, cuddling next to me on the sofa in her sitting room on Tuesday night. “How’s your mother’s new job working out?”

  I breathe in Beth’s beautiful floral scent, and bend to kiss her on the forehead. “So far so good. Part-time works out okay for her so she can keep an eye on Grandad. I guess if we hadn’t moved here, he’d have gone into a home.”

  I feel her tug at my sleeve. “When I asked you why you’d moved, back when I first started tutoring you, you said you couldn’t tell me. Can you tell me now?”

  The warmth in my gut turns cold. Can I tell her? I haven’t told her that Josh knows about us, but, joder, I can tell her this.

  “There was this client of the company she worked for in Ibiza. He owned a couple of villas and she handled the rentals for him. He became obsessed with her, even though he’s married.” I swallow, my throat tight. “He wanted her to become his lover, and, when she said no, he started stalking her.”

  She turns in my arms and faces me, her eyes wide. “That’s terrible!”

  I blow out a breath. “Yeah, he kept sending her presents, phoning her, even following her.”

  “Did she go to the police?”