28. Elliot
ELLIOT
T he longer she was grinding herself against me, the faster we kissed, and the harder I became. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. My stomach had grown tight, my body becoming more and more alive until every inch was tingling with need.
It wasn’t how I planned our evening. I mean, yeah, I knew we’d end up in bed by the end of it, but I wanted to take my time getting her there. We didn’t even finish our dinner, which I had paid an arm and a leg for, but I didn’t give a shit. I only had one thing on my mind.
Tightening my hold on her hips, I held her against me as I stood and carried her to my room. I kicked the door closed behind me before moving over to the bed. I lay her down and ripped my shirt over my head as I climbed up after her.
She smirked as she glanced around my room. “You always have this many candles in here?”
I’d forgotten about littering them throughout the room. I never got around to lighting them, though, so the moment was nowhere near as romantic as it was supposed to be.
A chuckle left my lips. “No, I wanted to make tonight romantic. I was going to play some soft music,” I said, taking her ankle in my hand as I worked on removing her shoe.
“I thought we’d dance and get close. Then I was going to light all these candles before bringing you in here.
” I tossed her shoe over my shoulder and grabbed her other ankle.
“I’m sure that would’ve been romantic.”
I paused. “Do you want me to stop and light them?”
She smiled. “I like this side of you, the romantic side, but I also like the asshole professor who spanked me with a ruler before bending me over his desk, and I miss him.”
“Are you saying you’d rather have me fuck you than make love to you?”
She grinned and sat up before me. She took my hand and placed it around her throat. “Fuck me, Professor West.”
I gently squeezed her neck as my cock throbbed and ached to be inside her. I knew she was perfect for me the moment I woke with her in my arms all those years ago…
I woke, but I didn’t open my eyes. I was still drunk, still tired.
I wasn’t sure what woke me, but I didn’t care.
I was in my warm bed with my girl pressed against me.
I breathed her in deeply, causing her hair to tickle my nose.
Her silky hair smelled good, but even in my drunken, half-asleep state, I wondered when she changed her shampoo.
She usually preferred to use fruity products, but her hair suddenly smelled like vanilla, sugar, and bergamot.
The smell caused my dick to twitch, and when it did, I felt her ass shift against me.
I had my arm thrown over her, so I pulled my arm back until my hand landed on her hip.
I squeezed before running it down her thigh and back up.
When it moved up, I slid beneath her shirt.
I felt the soft skin of her stomach against my palm, and she let out the softest of sighs.
That sound made my cock throb. I pushed my hand up higher beneath her shirt until her perky tit was being cupped in my palm.
I felt her nipple harden, and I squeezed as I ground my cock against her ass.
That’s when my very awake body woke my dazed and confused brain.
It clicked in a way that it hadn’t clicked before.
The girl against me wasn’t mine. Everything about her was off.
She smelled different. She felt different.
She responded differently. My eyes sprang open, and in the darkness, I found myself in Evie’s bedroom.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
My mind was instantly flooded with panic. What had I done?
Nothing.
I hadn’t done anything. Not yet anyway. I mean, I was cuddled up with her and I went to second base, but I woke up before things got too far.
Better late than never.
I gently pulled my hand away from her breast and slowly rolled away. She didn’t wake or move in any way. I sat up, putting my feet on the floor. I rested my elbows on my knees and hung my head as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
I felt guilty as fuck for touching her. And on the same week her parents died, nonetheless. The guilt is what made me go from painfully hard to completely limp.
I knew I’d have to test the waters the following day, see if she remembered anything or if she slept through my assault. I told myself to calm down. It was an honest mistake. I had been drinking and sleeping with my girlfriend all week. Any guy would’ve thought the same way.
For years, I tried to deny that it even happened, until she walked into my class on the first day of the fall semester.
Seeing her all grown up after all those years put things into perspective.
It may have been a mistake, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t like it.
I did like it. I liked the way she felt against me.
I loved the way she responded to me, even in her sleep.
I had always felt drawn to her. That night told me that she was drawn to me and trusted me, whether she admitted it or not.
And her request for me to play with her the way I like only solidified that fact that much more.
“Get on your knees,” I told her as I pulled her up by her throat.
My mouth found hers as she shifted to her knees.
I quickly unfastened my pants before pushing them over my hips.
My hard cock sprang free, bouncing with excitement.
I wrapped my hand around myself and began to pump from base to tip, causing a drop of precum to form.
I fisted her hair with my free hand and pulled until it broke our kiss.
“Bury my cock in this beautiful throat of yours, Evelyn.” My fingertips trailed down her jaw and across her neck.
She licked her lips with a glint in her green eyes. As her mouth turned up into a flirtatious grin, she bent forward on her hands and knees and sucked me into her mouth.
The heat of having her around me made me hiss as I fought to keep control.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and moved my hips forward and back, fucking her mouth.
When the head of my dick pushed against the back of her throat, she gagged.
Her muscles tightened around me, quivering like a teasing massage.
“Fuck,” I ground out as my head fell back.
I didn’t know what it was about that night, but I had no control.
I wanted to spill my come down her throat.
I wanted to taste it on her lips when we kissed.
I wanted to see her with tears in her eyes from choking on my cock and my come dripping from her swollen lips.
The imagery alone would push me over the edge, but when she shoved me to the back of her throat and made herself gag around me, I lost it.
My orgasm hit me like a brick wall.
Wave after wave rocked through me, causing me to send shot after shot of my release into her mouth. She gagged, gasped, and gurgled as my hips slowed to a stop.
Fisting her hair, I pulled her back up. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lids were hooded. Her lips were red and swollen, glistening with her spit and my come. I ran my thumb across her thick bottom lip, wiping my come away. She was a beautiful fucking mess.
“You look good when my come is leaking from between your lips.” I darted my tongue out and licked my come from her lips. “Good enough to eat.”
She let out a soft gasp at my move.
My eyes met hers. “Take off your clothes and lie down.”
She was gasping, but she jumped to do exactly as I said. She pulled off her dress, slipped out of her bra, and then she pushed her panties down her legs before lying back.
“Spread your legs,” I ordered as I pushed her knee to the side.
She lay before me, completely fucking naked and wide open for me to do whatever the fuck I wanted with. I was practically fucking salivating with the possibility.
Her full, perky tits were begging me to be marked. Her chest was heaving up and down with her labored breathing.
I leaned down and sucked a pebbled nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it as she whimpered beneath me.
I loved the sounds she made for me.
I moved to her other breast and gave it the same treatment before I peppered kisses against it. I sucked the soft flesh hard, making her hiss at the painful mark I put on her skin.
Mine. Fucking mine.
After leaving several more marks on her creamy skin, I pulled away and stared down at her. The junction between her legs was blushing, swollen, and glistening with arousal.
I ran my finger between her bare folds, shoving a finger inside her tight cunt.
Her back arched, and a moan slipped free. I bent forward and sucked her clit into my mouth as I curled my finger inside her. Deciding she needed another finger, I worked a second into her tight, hot confines.
Her knees began to shake, and her hands tightened into fists at her sides.
I sucked on her clit and flicked my tongue across again and again.
All the while, I was burying my fingers inside and curling them to tease that magic spot.
It wasn’t until I pushed my pinky into her ass that she bucked and came undone.
Her legs wrapped around my neck and squeezed like she was trying to choke me out.
My free arm wrapped around her thigh, and my hand tightened to release some of the pressure she had on my throat, but there was no fucking way I was going to stop.
I’d rather pass out from lack of oxygen than let an orgasm of this size fade away after all the work we’d done to get there.
She wiggled and moaned. She twitched and pleaded.
She lifted herself off the bed, and I saw spots.
And just when I thought I might pass out from lack of air, her ride ended, and she came floating down to reality.
Her muscles released, and she relaxed into the bed.
I sucked in a gasping breath before pushing her to her side and landing a firm smack to her ass.
The slapping sound echoed in my ears, and my handprint instantly bloomed on her skin. She yelped and turned to stare at me with wide eyes.
“What was that for? Did I do something wrong?”
“You almost made me pass out. That’s a bad girl.”
A bashful smile morphed onto her pretty face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You could have stopped.”
“If you think that I would rather stop making you come on my face than pass out, you don’t know me at all. It’s time for your punishment. Now roll over.”
“Are you going to hurt me?” she asked, biting down on her lower lip.
“Maybe,” I replied. “Do you trust me?”
She kept her innocent doe eyes on mine for a moment. “I think I do.”
“Then roll over. Even if it hurts, I’m sure you’ll still like it,” I assured her.
She rolled onto her stomach, her breathing heavy, and a slight tremble coursing through her small body.
“Arms up, hands together.”
She lifted her arms above her head and laced her fingers together. I moved to straddle her legs and bent forward, running my tongue over the back of her thigh and along her ass.
I stopped and nipped at her skin, making her jerk and yelp. My hands moved up to cup her cheeks. I massaged them as I kissed my way across her lower back. Every time I parted her cheeks, I could hear the smacking sound of the arousal leaking from her pussy.
I pulled away quickly, leaning over to open the top drawer on the bedside table. I pulled out a tie and used it to tie her hands together, then to tie them to the headboard.
“Get up on your knees.”
She complied as I took the wooden ruler out of the drawer.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I ordered, smacking her ass with the thin ruler.
She gasped and spread wider.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmured as I got into position behind her. I put my knees between hers.
“Now, let’s see how many inches you can take this way.
” I smacked her ass, and she moaned as she started to lower herself.
I held my cock in place, and once she was close enough, I lifted and thrusted into her, suddenly and without warning.
Out of reaction, she gasped and shot up, but I grabbed her hips and didn’t allow her to pull away.
“Oh my God, Elliot. Please… Please go slow. It hurts?—”
“Shh, Evie. Take all of me, baby.” I thrust into her again, and she whimpered loudly.
I stuck my finger into her mouth as I fucked her. Once it was good and wet, I removed it from her mouth only to insert it into her ass. She cried out at the intrusion.
I fucked both holes while my free hand rubbed at her clit.
She was moaning, whimpering, and panting.
She was so overwhelmed by every move I made that she couldn’t tell me to stop or beg me to continue.
All she could do was accept it and hold on for dear life.
I knew I was being a little rough, but the reaction I was getting told me she liked it.
I felt her tightening around me, pushing me closer to the edge.
My release started to build, but I planned on holding it back as long as I could.
That was until she shattered, and her release came raining down over both of us.
Having her come soak me and the bed was the last nudge I needed.
I fell. I grabbed her hips and I thrust into her over and over, draining myself of every drop until I couldn’t move another muscle.
When I pulled out of her, she fell forward.
I reached up and untied her from the headboard, then I grabbed her hip and rolled her over.
I didn’t mess with untying her hands, and she didn’t seem bothered by it.
We were both too far gone to think clearly.
After several minutes of rest, our breathing returned to normal.
“I should go use the restroom and clean up,” she said, looking at me with her green, lust-filled eyes.
“You’re not going anywhere.” I pushed her legs apart and watched as my come ran from her pussy down over her puckered asshole.
“There’s no point in cleaning when you’re just going to get messy again.
” I reached forward and covered my finger in the come that was dripping out of her. Then I pushed it into her ass.
A gasp filled my ears, but I was already leaning in, running my tongue over her folds and sucking my come from between her swollen lips. When I said I wanted her wrapped around me all night long, that’s exactly what I meant, and I wasn’t going to let her go until I had my fill.