by Madison Faye
I smile as I lean closer to her.
“Much older,” I say evenly, the corners of my lips turning up. “Much, much older.”
She bristles. “Well, it’s disgusting to waltz around in here parading it in front of everyone. It’s perverse is what it is. He should know better!”
“I should know what better?”
I shiver at the sound of Oliver’s voice behind me, and when his hand goes to the small of my back, I sink against him slightly, almost on instinct. The woman slides her gaze to him, her eyes narrowing.
“Parading around here with this…this child.”
I hear the growl catch in his throat.
“Ma’am,” he says quietly, his voice edge. “For one, she’s an adult.”
“She’s—”
“And the only one I see around here acting like a fucking child is you, madam.”
The woman’s face goes white, her jaw dropping as she quite literally reaches up to clutch her pearls.
“Pervert!” she hisses as she glares at his hand on me once more and then whirls to storm off.
“Bitch,” I mutter at her back, bringing a chuckle to Oliver’s lips as I turn to look at him. He smiles, reaching down to cup my jaw.
“You okay?”
I shrug. “Yeah, she just…” I make a face.
“You want to get out of here?”
“No, no, I….” I frown. “I mean, I don’t know. I love the works here, it just might be….” I look up at him. “Maybe it’s a little stuffy in here.”
He grins widely. “Agreed. Maybe we could come back when Queen Grouch and her ilk aren’t prowling around.”
I giggle as I move into him. “That sounds perfect.” I pout slightly. “But what about date night?”
“Oh, date night is still on,” he growls. “You’re not getting out of it that easily. I was going for culture tonight, but maybe this is a little too much culture.”
I smile, and when his hands slide over my hips, I press against him.
“I have an idea,” he says quietly into the top of my head.
“Oh?”
“Want me to tell you or do you want to be surprised?”
I pull back, looking up at him and those piercing eyes as my lip catches between my teeth.
“I think I’m starting to like your surprises.”
He grins.
“Good,” he purrs, his hands tightening on me for a second. “Let’s get out of here.”
* * *
“Okay this is perfect.”
I turn and beam at Oliver as I sink back in the big lazy-boy-style chair in stadium-seating movie theater. Oliver winks as he holds the popcorn out to me, and I grin as I grab a big handful of buttery snacks.
“How’d you even know I like horror movies?”
“I didn’t.”
I glance at him, one brow arched. “Lucky guess.”
“Nah,” he turns, grinning at me. “I was just hoping you’d be scared enough to climb into my lap and hang on tight.”
I laugh deeply as the lights go down, and previews begin to play across the screen. The theater is almost empty, considering it’s a Tuesday and considering that movie they’re playing—this campy slasher piece of trash—has been out for like three months. But, that’s a good thing. And it’s a good thing because the second he says it, I want nothing else but to climb into Oliver’s lap.
…But not because I’m scared.
The previews play, and as I glance around, I realize just how empty the big theater is. There’s only a handful of other people, and they’re all much closer to the screen, as opposed to us being in the second to last row. I pop another handful of popcorn into my mouth when suddenly, I feel Oliver’s lips at my ear, and I shiver.
“Got everything you need?” he whispers deeply.
I nod, gasping slightly at the way his breath teases over my skin.
“Not going to be too scared?” he says with a low chuckle.
“Nah,” I grin, turning to lock eyes with him.
“Good.” He moves closer, his lips brushing mine in the darkness between previews. “Because I just need one more thing from you before the movies starts.”
I raise my brows.
“Oh?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
I’m about to ask what, when instead, I gasp as his hands slide to both knees, pushing my black cocktail dress halfway up my thighs as he leans right into me.
“I’m going to need those panties, baby girl,” he growls thickly.
I whimper, my breath coming fast as my pulse races. On screen, the movie begins, but I’m barely aware of it. Instead, my eyes are just locked with his as heat pools between my legs.
“Now?” I croak out, shivering.
“Right fucking now.”
The fierceness in his growly voice has me trembling with anticipation, and without another second of hesitation, I’m slipping my hands under my dress, hooking my fingers into the lacy edge of my thong, and tugging it down. I raise my butt off the seat, gasping as I feel the lace and cotton peel away from my pussy. I push them down my legs and over my heels, and without taking my eyes from his, I bring them up, hanging on one finger.
“Good girl.”
Oh fuck.
His whispered voice, and calling me that, and the raw tension between us in the dark of that movie theater is suddenly more than either of us can bare. And suddenly, we’re crashing together. I moan into his lips as they crush to mine, our tongues sliding together as his hands pull me right into his lap. I whimper, curling up in his lap and cupping his face as he kisses me deeply. His hand slips up my legs, teasing between them and up under my skirt. And when his fingers brush the bare, slick lips of my pussy, I moan deeply into his mouth as I spreads my legs wide for him.
I sink down onto his lap, my legs on either side of his as I grind against the thick bulge in his suit pants. We moan into each other’s mouths, kissing each other fiercely as my hands drop to his lap. I feverishly tug at his belt and zipper, and when my small hands push inside and my fingers graze over the fat base of his swollen cock, I feel my arousal drip all over his fingers.
“Fucking hell do I want you,” Oliver hisses into my lips. “Right here, right now.”
“Yeah?” I coo, rocking my hips against his. “You wanna fuck my little pussy right here in this movie theater, professor?”
He groans, and even I can feel the heat inside of me boil at my own naughty talk. I push and peel his pants and briefs down, and when his big cock springs free to slap his abs and my thighs, I whimper at the size and heat of him.
Oh, this is happening. Right here, and right fucking now.
His big hands shove my skirt up to my waist, and he takes his cock in one hand, stroking his thickness against me. I moan as I glance down to see him pressing the length against my pussy and my tummy, the sheer size of him against my small body looks obscene and filthy, and for a moment, I’m in awe that I can even fit that thing inside of me.
Oh but can I. And now, I know how fucking good he feels.
I raise up, pushing my hips forward and letting my lips tease over his thick crown.
“You want this little schoolgirl pussy sinking down your big teacher cock?” I coo in this filthy voice that has us both groaning.
“You keep teasing me, baby girl,” he growls. “And I might just take that little pussy.”
I whimper, my eyes rolling back as I rock my pussy back and forth against his cock head.
“Well maybe I’m just gonna keep on teasing you until you—”
I gasp as he suddenly picks me up like I weigh nothing at and spins me around. He yanks me back into his lap, my back to his chest and my legs spread wide. He growls into my ear, his teeth raking over my earlobe and my neck as I moan deeply. He slips his hand between us, wrapping his fist around his cock and stroking it against my thighs. He grunts into my skin, lifting me up and centering his fat crown against my pussy.
“Take it all, baby girl,” he growls rough
ly in my ear, sending heat and desire exploding through me. Fuck, I’m so wet I can literally feel it dripping down his shaft.
“I want you to take every fucking inch of that big cock, right fucking now,” he growls. “For being a little tease.”
His cock throbs against my lips, and I bite my lip to stifle the moan as I start to sink down.
Fuck does he feel good.
So big, and so thick, and just so powerful feeling as I slide my pussy down every inch of him. Until with a gasp, I feel his heavy balls pressing against my clit. He eases me forward, until my hands are gripping the back of the seat in front of us, but then he tugs my arms back. I gasp, feeling something lacy and somewhat wet wrap around my wrists behind my back, and I whimper as I realize it’s my panties.
Oliver tugs them tight, keeping me leaning forward like that with my wrists tied behind my back and his big dick buried to the hilt inside of me.
“And now, beautiful,” he hisses into my ear.
“Now I’m going to fuck you like a bad girl gets fucked.”
And holy shit does he. It’s everything I can do not to scream as he starts to slide me up every damn inch of him, only to leave his swollen head just against my lips, pulsing right against my clit before he sinks me right back down. His fat cock fills me to the hilt, and when he tugs at my bound wrists, I turn to bite my own shoulder to muffle my moans of pleasure.
I bounce on him, rocking up and down, losing myself in the power he has over me in this moment. I ride his cock for all it’s worth, sliding up and down and feeling my slick, tight pussy cling to every inch of him. He slides one hand into my hair, tangling it into a fist, while the other slides around to tease between my thighs. His fingers roll my clit as he fucks me with his thick cock, plunging into me again and again until everything around me starts to blur.
I move faster, thrusting back at him harder as he plunges into me over and over, his fingers rolling my clit as I start to come apart.
“Oliver…”
“Come, baby girl,” he hisses fiercely in my ear, grunting as his cock swells even bigger inside of me. “Come for me, Ana. Be a good girl and make that pretty, tight little pussy come all over my big cock. Because when you do, you’re gonna make me empty my balls inside of you and give you every fucking drop. And after that, we’re going to walk out of here with my cum dripping down your thighs, so everyone knows what a dirty little slut you’ve been fucking your teacher’s fat cock.”
I can’t stop the scream this time. Because right then is when I come, hard. I cry out, grinding back into him and actually literally screaming as I come so fucking hard against him. Thankfully, there’s some kind of maniac with a hatchet jumping out of the trees on the big screen at the same moment, and my scream of orgasmic release is lost amongst the screams of actual terror from the other few people in the theater.
Oliver groans into my ear, thrusting deep inside of me and growling as his cock swells and his big balls twitch against me. And suddenly, I feel it—the powerful, thick, hot sticky jets of his cum as he erupts into me. I whimper, squeezing him with my inner muscles and gasping as another orgasm tumbles through me while Oliver fills me to the brim with his cum.
Slowly, we come to a stop, panting and clutching at each other as we catch our breaths. Oliver unties the panties from my wrists, pulling me back to snuggle into him. We stay just like that for another ten minutes or so, his cock still rock-hard inside of me, before with a small gasp, I slide off of him. I quickly squeeze my legs together and reach for my panties, but when he tugs them away and just shakes his head slowly as he grins wickedly at me, I shiver, blushing.
“Wait, I need those to—”
“Uh-uh, baby girl,” he purrs softly, leaning in to cup my jaw and kiss me softly.
“Like I said. When we’re done here, we’re going to walk right out of here back to the car, and you will not be wearing panties.”
I blush, squeezing my thighs together even tighter as he leans in and kisses me deeply.
“And when we get back to the car, angel,” he growls, nipping at my lip.
“Yeah?” I whisper breathlessly.
“When we get back to the car, I’m going to give you eager little pussy even more of my cum.”
My pulse races for the rest of the forgettable movie, our hands locked tightly and aching need for him, and for more only growing hotter inside of me. And when it’s over, I all but drag him out of the theater, through the lobby of the movies, and out into the parking lot to his car.
And trust me, he makes good on his promise.
…Three times.
11
Oliver
And for the next two weeks, it’s perfection. I take her that night in my bed, for hours, and we take our damn time. In my car, in the school library, we even check out for the weekend and go and stay at a fancy hotel just ordering room service and fucking each other’s brains out.
I fuck her in her dorm, my hand over her mouth and her pussy gripping my cock so tight, knowing her roommate could burst in at any time.
She makes me reckless, and wild, and it’s so fucking freeing that I never want anything else. Because the truth of it is, as wrong as this is, and as much as people would scorn us for it, I’m falling for Anastasia, in a very, very big way. I want to tell her everything—everything about me I haven’t told her yet. The secrets I keep, the shit I’m not supposed to tell anyone. I want to tell her, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I do, consequences be damned.
Two weeks of stolen kisses, of tasting her across my office desk after-hours, of watching her with fire in my eyes as she teases me from the front row of class without panties on. For two weeks, it’s perfection.
…And then, everything explodes.
* * *
“Just like that, fuck, baby.”
I groan, my hands tightening on her hips as her ass bounces up and down on my cock. My mouth finds her breast, lips wrapping around one pink puffy nipple and sucking as she moans and starts to ride me harder. Ana’s slick, tight, eager little pussy slides up and down every inch of my thick cock, her honey making me glisten as it drips down my balls.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!”
We’re being too loud, but I don’t even fucking care anymore. Yes, we’re on campus, in my office, during school hours. This is beyond fucking stupid, but like I said, she makes me wild. She makes me lose control.
Besides, I don’t have a class or office hours right now, my classroom door is shut and locked with the lights off, and the door to my office—where Anastasia is riding my cock on the small sofa—is closed as well.
My hand comes down with a spank on her ass, and she coos in pleasure.
“Come for me, baby girl. Come for my big cock. Be a good little fuck toy and fucking come for me.”
I know my filthy talk drives her wild, and I know commanding her and being in control like that sends her over the edge.
“You wanna be my little cum-slut, baby girl?”
Anastasia groans, her whole body rippling in pleasure as she whimpers her desire, nodding her head eagerly.
“Yes! Oh fuck, Oliver! Fuck me!”
Her fingers slide through my hair, gripping me tightly as she rides me harder, and wilder, her sweet tits against my mouth and that tight body bouncing up and down on me. I can feel her start to tense up as she sinks down on me even harder, and when her breath catches and her pussy clamps down around me, I know she’s about to come, again.
…And so am I.
I groan, gripping her tight and slamming her down on me as I thrust my hips up, sinking my cock as deep as I can fucking get in her pretty little cunt. And just like that, she comes.
Anastasia cries out, her pussy rippling up and down my length, milking the cum from my balls. I roar, crushing my mouth to hers as the cum pulses out of my cock, spraying the walls of her pussy as I pump rope after rope of my cum deep inside of her. She kisses me fiercely, gasping into my mouth as her body slows on top of me, before she
slumps against me, panting.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs, kissing my chest before she gingerly slides off of me. She rolls onto her back, giggling as she clamps her legs together.
“You want to keep me there, don’t you?”
She blushes as her eyes dart to mine, and she grins shyly as she nods.
“I like feeling your cum on me, and in me, when I go sit in someone else’s class,” she murmurs almost bashfully.
I grin as I pluck her panties from the pile of our clothes on the floor and slip them over her feet and up her legs. I pull them tight against her pussy, watching the little pink thong darken with her cum and mine.
“When’s your next class?”
She rolls her eyes. “Who cares.”
I arch a stern brow at her and she giggles.
“I’m kidding, jeez,” she laughs, play slapping me. She knows that one of my rules is that she has to go to class. I guess there’s the fucked-up scope of my moral compass: fucking one of my eighteen-year-old high school students, at school, nonetheless, is fine. So long as she doesn’t skip class.
Hey, we’ve all got boundaries somewhere right?
“Ten minutes, actually. Shakespearean Lit.”
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
Ana snorts, arching a brow at me. “You know that’s Charles Dickens, from A Tale of Two Cities, not Shakespeare, right?”
“Right, yeah.”
She giggles, pulling her skirt back on and clasping it. She looks around, frowns, and then looks back at me.
“Where’s my bra?”
I grin, pulling it out from behind me and dangling it. “Oh, this?”
“Yeah, that,” she blushes. “I do have to get to class, you know. And don’t you have office hours soon?”
“Your point?”
She rolls her eyes. “If you think I’m okay with you giving office hours without pants on, you’re mistaken, mister.”
I grin, standing in my nakedness and pulling her into me.
“Sounds a little possessive.”
She looks up at me and bites her lip, and I can see the wheels turning in her head before she opens her mouth.
