by Madison Faye
“Okay what did that fucker do?”
I blink quickly and jerk my head up from my bed to see Ally frowning from the doorway as she steps in.
“What?” I quickly brush my face across my pillow, hoping she doesn’t see the moisture there from me sulking and being so juvenile about the whole thing with Liam.
“Your guy, Ellie. Did he hurt you?”
I smile as I shake my head. “No, no nothing like that.”
“Well you’re pouting and you’re not all glowing like were earlier after you had sex with him in here.”
My face goes bright red before I swallow. “What?” I manage to croak out.
Ally rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. Ellie, I know a sex room when I enter it.” My face burns red as I drop it back into my pillow as my roommate laughs and sits on the edge of my bed. “Aww, c’mon! Look at you!” She rubs my back. “Bringing guys to your dorm room! Now you’re doing the college thing right, girl.”
I snort and groan as I roll over and prop myself up, looking glumly at her. “Yeah, but if we’d been caught?”
She rolls her eyes again. “Ellie, it's a coed dorm, in case you missed all the guys walking around.”
Yeah, that wouldn’t have helped us.
“No, I know that, but he- he couldn’t.”
“He couldn’t what?”
“Nothing,” I say quickly.
Ally frowns suspiciously at me. “What, be here? Who is this guy?”
“He’s- uh.”
He’s twice my age, and my teacher, and so wrong that I can’t stop fantasizing about it.
“He- he’s not student here.”
“And?”
“And nothing,” I say, trying to play it cool.
Ally isn’t buying it, of course.
“Ellie.”
I groan. “Okay! Okay, he’s a little older.”
She grins wickedly. “How older?”
“A lot?”
Her eyes sparkle. “What, like thirty?”
I scrunch my face up. “More like almost forty?”
Ally squeals. “Oh my GOD, girl!” She leans in close, grinning at me conspiratorially. “So…?”
“So?”
“So dish! Is it good?”
I blush bright red and look away and Ally giggles. “Okay, yeah, it’s good isn’t it?” She tickles my arm. “So what’re you so bummed about? So he’s older? Big deal.”
I sigh. “Because…”
Because I’m being passive and weird and I know it’s all just because he’s the first.
“Because I don’t know what we are.”
Ally nods. “Aha. Well, have you asked him?”
I roll my eyes. “No way.”
“Oh, you let him take your v-card but you can’t ask him to define what you are?”
“Pretty much,” I mumble.
Ally slides an arm over my shoulder and hugs me. “Look, you clearly like this guy, right?”
I nod glumly.
“So push the issue. Go do something ‘couple-y’ with him that isn’t getting boned in our dorm room.” She grins as I blush bright red. “Ellie, if he’s into you, and I’m sure he is, he’ll jump at the idea of taking you out. And if he’s a stupid loser, he’ll dodge it, and then I’ll go murder him, deal?”
I laugh as my roommate hugs me close. “Either way, you get an answer, and then you can figure out what you want.”
Except I already know what I want, and what I want is the illicit thrill I’ve already felt and can’t get enough of. The only question is, what does Liam want?
14
Ellie
A day later, and the question is still rattling around my head.
What are we? Scandalous, wrong, forbidden? What label, or definition of any kind can someone give Liam and I that isn’t a negative one?
Exciting, maybe? There’s no other way to describe the feeling I have just walking into his classroom, let alone the times we’ve been alone, or the times he’s touched me, and things he’s made me feel. We’re having fun, and honestly, I wonder if that would be enough if that’s all it is, but I get the feeling it isn’t.
And that part thrills me.
It’s later, after the lecture, and this time, I’ve caught his eye after class and lingered.
“Ms. Thompson, I was hoping to go over your last paper in my office,” he says pointedly, raising an eyebrow suggestively even though we’re the only two people left in the lecture hall. He moves closer to me, and just like every other time he’s near, I can feel the familiar tingle creep over my skin. I can smell the manly, woodsy smell of him invade my senses, sending my head spinning and my body burning as he steps closer to me.
And then, of course, I open my big dumb mouth.
“What are we?”
I cringe the second it spills from my lips, instantly wishing I could stuff it back down inside.
Liam grins at me, his eyes twinkling. “We’re having fun, aren’t we?”
I start to say something, but he suddenly presses a finger to my lips as he leans closer and brushes his lips across my ear. “But if you think that’s all this is, baby,” he growls. “Then I think I better do something to correct that.”
I close my eyes and let myself fall into him, even knowing how exposed we are alone here in the big lecture hall. His arms go around me, and I can feel his heart thumping through his chest into my ear.
“You need to know that I’ve never done this before,” his voice teases into my ear, making me warm all over.
“This?”
“A student,” he says darkly, and I can feel a shiver run down my spine as I feel his hands slide over my sides. “It’s nothing I’d have ever considered, you should know that. I just wish it was easier for us,” he murmurs into my ear.
Ally’s words come back to me, and I take a quick breath before I open my mouth again. “We could go do something?”
He chuckles and raises a brow. “Little tricky in a small town like this.”
I slowly nod, feeling my shoulders start to slump before suddenly, he’s chuckling. “You know what? Fuck it, let’s do it.”
The smile creeps across my face as I raise my eyes to look at him. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” His lips brush across mine, making my heart skip a beat. “I want to take you out, Ellie Thompson. A real date.”
“You’re serious?” I raise a brow skeptically at him. He’s right, this is a small town, and even if people don’t recognize him as a professor and me as a student, we’d still raise eyebrows. He’s still twice my age, and I’m fairly certain that our behavior would certainly say we aren’t father and daughter or anything like that.
“I’m serious as can be, baby,” he says with a roguish grin. “We’ll go two towns over if we have to, but I’m taking you out.”
I grin. “My my, Professor Martin, when did you become such a gentleman?”
“Oh, gentleman?” I gasp as he suddenly pulls me into him, his arm around my waist and his hand cupping my ass firmly in his palm. His lips brush against my ear again, and this time, I moan as I feel his tongue and his breath across my skin there. “Don’t think for a second that this means I’m not going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours too.”
“You promise?” I gasp out, feeling the wet heat bloom between my legs.
His fingers slide over my ass and under my skirt, and I gasp as I feel them push between my legs and stroke my pussy through my wet panties. I start to clutch at his shirt, but suddenly he’s pulling away and grinning at me. “I’ll pick you up outside the English building at seven,” he says with a wink. He reaches down and lets his thumb brush over the hard little nub of a nipple poking through my shirt, and I moan.
Voices from down the hallway move us apart in a flash, and then he’s gathering his papers as I start to head for the door with a huge grin on my face.
“Oh, and Ellie?” I turn to see his eyes burning right into mine.
“Don’t wear any panties.”
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sp; 15
Ellie
I feel like a princess. Okay, it might be my first date, with the first man I’ve slept with, who might be my first boyfriend. But that’s exactly how I feel.
I feel like his princess.
We end up going a few towns over, to a swankier restaurant that even has a live pianist playing softly in the corner and prices on the menu that make my eyes bug out a little
“I told you, a real proper date,” he says, winking at me across the small candle-lit table.
I arch my brow and look around. Yeah, I think most first dates are at movie theaters, or cheap drive-throughs or something. This place is so much more than that, and so much more than I could have ever imagined.
“So, you bring all your barely-legal girlfriends here?” I say with a wicked grin on my face.
He grins right back. “Yeah, that reminds me, we need to wrap this up soon. I’ve got another student coming by later for date number two.”
I drop my jaw in mock shock and reach across to punch him playfully in the arm. “Dick.”
He winks as he catches my hand and brings it to his lips. He kisses my fingers one by one, and I can feel the electric buzz tingle through my body. “I’ll keep telling you as much as you like, but this is a new one for me.” He arches a brow at me. “I never saw you coming, Ms. Thompson.”
I feel the red bloom in my cheeks. “Keep talking like that, Professor, and you just might get lucky tonight”
“I plan on it.”
There’s an animalistic growl to his voice that gets my pussy instantly wet, and I shift in my seat as I bite my lip.
“Feeling fidgety?” He say with a wicked grin.
I blush. I’m not wearing panties, just like he told me to. And he knows it, because he checked when I got into his pickup truck earlier. I blush deeper as I feel the thrill of being so exposed like this in a restaurant rush through me. The thrill of sitting there at this fancy place full of soft light and jazz piano, with a man twice my age and no panties on under my dress.
I’m about to try and come up with something to say back, when the waiter arrives.
“Bourbon, neat please,” Liam says.
“Two,” I say with a casual smile.
“One,” he says quickly, arching a brow at me and grinning as the waiter nods and walks away.
“Oh, you’re no fun,” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.
Liam laughs. “Yeah, I think it’s bad enough that I’m corrupting an eighteen year old student. I’m not adding supporting underage drinking to that list.”
I grin wickedly at him, biting my lip and leaning right across the small table towards him. His eyes drop to my chest, and I know he can see the full, soft pillows of my breasts straining to be contained in the dress I borrowed from Ally; the one that shows a simply scandalous amount of cleavage.
“Oh, I see, Professor,” I say quietly, forcing my voice to go a little higher than it normally would and adding a little edge of pout to it. “I guess I’m not old enough to drink even though I’m old enough to ride your cock.”
Liam’s eyes almost fall out of his head, his mouth open in shock. I grin, letting it curl the corners of my lips as I raise a brow at him suggestively.
“Basically,” he growls, swallowing thickly.
“But you know,” I say, my voice still whispered and girlish. “I’m only just old enough for you to put that big cock inside of me.”
There’s a flash of something dark across his eyes, and he looks at me like he’s hungry. “Keep it up and I’m going to drag you into the bathroom and fuck you right here in the restaurant, Ms. Thompson.”
I grin. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
I bite my lip. “Okay, fine. I dare y- OH!”
I gasp as his hand grabs me tightly by the arm and pulls me out of my seat. I can feel my body start to tingle in thrilling excitement as he marches us right through the dining room to the back hallway.
Oh my God, he’s actually going to.
And oh my God, do I want him to.
We stumble into the single-use bathroom, and the door is barely shut before he’s searing his lips across mine and making me moan as he presses me back against the sink. My legs spread as he lifts me onto the counter, my short dress bunching around my waist as I feel his thick bulge pressing hotly against my pussy.
His hands go to my top, slipping the straps from my shoulders and yanking the dress down until my breasts spill out of it. Liam groans as his lips drop to start kissing over the soft milky flesh of my young tits. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to see these all night.”
“You can always ask,” I say, giggling and then groaning as I feel his lips latch onto one of my sensitive nipples.
“I’d rather just take, actually,” he says gruffly, and I whimper at the coarseness of his words.
His fingers find me wet and ready, and he slips one easily inside as I reach for his zipper. God he’s so big, and I can actually feel myself get wetter just by touching his cock and feeling how rock hard it is for me.
I pull him out through his fly and start to stroke him against my thigh as his lips and tongue tease across my breasts, making me moan and arch my back as if feeding them to him. He pushes forward, the thick head of his cock sliding between my slippery wet lips, and then we’re both crying out as he slams inside.
There’s no preamble, and none needed. We both want this; hard, fast, and right now.
“Oh yes, Professor!” I moan loudly, my fingers slipping through his hair and holding him to my breasts as he tongues my nipples. “Oh please fuck me! Fuck me hard Professor!”
Liam grunts, his hips pumping as he drives his big, fat cock into my dripping wet pussy again and again. His finger is on my clit, rubbing me in circles as he fucks me, and with his mouth sucking on my sensitive nipples, I can already feel myself start to drive towards that edge.
My whole body shakes with the force of his thrusts, hitting me deep and perfectly inside. I can feel his balls, so full of cum for me, slapping against my ass as fucks in and out of me His muscled arms clutch at me as I moan and whimper and beg for him to fuck me harder.
“Oh, fuck, honey,” he growls. “I’m gonna come, baby. His mouth slides up to my lips and he kisses me hard. “I’m going to bury my cock right up to that womb, and I’m going to fill you up with every fucking drop of my cum.”
Oh my God.
And it's there that I think again about the fact that I’ve been letting this man take me bare; no condom, no birth control. And I know we’re playing with fire with that, but I just don’t care. I want to feel him explode inside of me, and the thought of what that might means only gets me wetter and hotter. Only drives me higher as I start to fall over the edge.
“Come for me, Professor!” I cry out, not caring how loud I am or who can hear me. “I want to feel you come inside of me! I want you to fill my tight teenage pussy up with your cum!”
He roars as he drives in deep, and suddenly, I can feel his cock throbbing deep inside of me. And when I feel his hot cum splashing inside of me, I lose it, and I go tumbling over the cliff as my orgasm tears through me.
16
Liam
Jesus Christ.
I’ve now escalated things to where I’m fucking one of my students in the bathroom of a restaurant. Loudly, I might add. Loud enough that more than a few people shoot us looks as we make our way back to the table, including one middle-aged woman who shook her head and muttered something about “illegal” as we passed.
Ellie’s response? This girl straight up grabbed my ass and kissed me on the cheek in the middle of the damn dining room as we walked back to our table.
How the fuck did I get her again?
And part of me wants to shake myself and scream “what the fuck are you doing?!”, but I know I can’t stop. I’ve had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and now I just want more. I want it so much that I can’t resist even one chance to drag her off and fuck her tight little body silly wit
h my cock. I keep telling myself it’s wrong, and that I’m morally corrupting her, but I can’t resist dumping my cum into this tight, barely legal student.
Fuck you, man. You know it’s more than that.
And it is, and it scares the shit out of me. But I know it's true. Little Ellie Thompson is way more than just some girl with perfect ripe tits riding my cock. She’s more than just the hottest sex I’ve ever had, or the tightest pussy I’ve ever even conceived of.
She’s making me feel like me; the real me. The me I used to be when I was writing and the guy I haven’t really seen much of since that dried up. Fuck, I mean she makes me want to write again.
Of course, she’s also making me rock hard with her head on my shoulder and her tits pressed against my arm like that. The pickup truck bounces on a pothole, and I almost groan out loud at the way those big tits shake against me.
“You better be thinking about the road.”
I grin and look down to see her arching a brow at the bulge in my pants.
“Oh, that?” I shrug “Yeah that’s definitely from the road.”
She giggles. “Uh-huh.”
Suddenly, I feel small fingers on my zipper. “Do you need a little help, Professor?”
Jesus. It’s that little-girl voice again that gets my cock hard as steel.
Her fingers slip inside my pants and slowly curl around my cock, and I jerk the wheel a little.
“Eyes on the road, mister.”
I chuckle. “You’re not making that easy.”
Ellie pulls my cock out and suddenly I feel her warm wet tongue sliding over me.
Fuck yes.
“I can taste myself,” she says quietly, her tongue swirling over my dick. Her lips circle my head and slide down, inhaling my shaft and making me grip the wheel tighter.
She pulls off with a wet slurp. “I taste good.”
Seriously, this girl can NOT be real.
She slowly moves up onto her knees on the bench seat next to me and starts to bob her head in my lap. I grunt as I reach under her and slide a hand into her dress, rolling her nipples in my fingers and making her moan around my shaft. I slide my hand back out and move it over her back, trailing down and yanking the hem of her skirt up.
