Chapter 12
Bianca
As soon as Mr. Walker pulls out of the parking lot, he takes my hand and places it on his erection. He presses my palm firmly against himself and lifts his hips a little.
“That doesn’t hurt?” I ask as I squeeze him.
He gives a breathy laugh. “Do you have any idea how tight your pussy squeezes me? This is nothing on the strong muscles inside you that lock down on me.”
I grip him tighter.
“I’m tempted to unzip right here and let you suck me dry,” he says.
With a hum of approval, I push the waistband of his shorts down. His underwear goes with it until his length springs free. Pulling myself out of the shoulder strap of my seatbelt, I lean over the console of the car and give his tip a tiny lick.
“No teasing,” he growls as he cups the back of my head with one hand.
My smile of triumph is stretched wide as he lifts up and puts pressure on my scalp at the same time. I open wide, letting him guide himself deep into my mouth. He keeps going until he hits the very back and I gag.
“Fuck. Just like that,” he groans.
Closing my lips around him, I suck. Mr. Walker’s hips buck upward, gagging me again. There’s so much saliva in my mouth now that it’s easy to glide him in and out. I start to bob my head in earnest.
It’s fun to watch his thigh muscles bunch and tighten every time I slide my tongue back and forth along the prominent vein along the underside of his shaft. He lifts himself into my mouth. The salty flavor of him rubs along my taste buds.
“That’s it,” he says as he starts to thrust in short bursts.
This angle isn’t the best, but I try to lengthen my neck and take him as far as I can. I want to make him go crazy. I want to make him lose control and come before he’s ready.
“Fuck. Bianca. Your tongue.”
I lower my head further, suck him harder. The steering wheel creaks under his grip as he bucks upward. When I gag this time, he slows the car down.
“We’re home,” he says. “I almost came in your mouth.”
“That’s what I wanted you to do,” I tell him.
“Are you too sore for me to fuck you again?” he asks.
“I already told you that I wasn’t.”
“Then take off that dress.”
As soon as I’m out of the car, I pull my dress over my head.
“You better run to wherever you want me to fuck you,” he says. “Because as soon as I catch up with you, I’ll be inside you. I don’t care if you're on the floor, the stairs, or up against a wall. The only advantage you have is that it’s hard for me to run with an erection.”
My heart rate skips around before beating inside my chest like a rabbit running. Then I’m running. He had me up against a wall already. I’d like to feel a soft bed beneath me.
I make it to my room before him easily. After tossing my dress into the hamper, I take off my shoes, then pull the coverlet down and lie back on the soft mattress just as Mr. Walker steps over the threshold and closes the door behind him.
With every step across my floor, he removes his clothing. First, he kicks off his shoes. His eyes stay on me with every step, the only break is when he takes off his shirt. I take the opportunity to spread my legs. That was what drove him crazy in the car.
As he approaches the bed, Mr. Walker pushes off his shorts and underwear with one downward swoop of his hands. He kicks them off one foot as he climbs onto the bed. With a hand on each of my inner thighs, he presses them apart, sending my knees wide.
“This is what you were teasing me with,” he rasps as he coasts a thumb over the seam of me.
I moan when his finger glances over my clit. I’m still wet, still needy even though he’s made me come already today. More than once. I’m desperate to tempt him, to make him lose control again.
As he lowers himself, Mr. Walker takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it so hard that my hips buck up in response. My back arches as well.
“More,” I tell him.
Then his face hovers above mine. “I’ll give you everything I’ve got,” he says before swooping down to kiss me.
His hands are everywhere, spreading my thighs, pinching my nipples, flicking my clit. Now that we’re both naked, he’s the one driving me crazy.
When his tip presses to my opening, we both still. Mr. Walker pulls back to watch me as the head of his erection stretches me open once again. I am sore. But I’m also so wet that he glides in easily.
Looking down, he watches himself disappear inside me. He also watches his thumb trace up and down over my tender clit. My body tightens at the pleasure of it.
“You’re so tight that I feel everything. I can tell exactly what you like. Your clit is so sensitive.”
I can only moan in response as he rubs my clit harder and harder.
“That’s it. Strangle my cock just like that. You’ve been teasing me. And even though I’ve had you, I need more.”
“Please,” I whisper, wanting him to take everything.
That’s when he starts to move. Even though we’re home alone, he doesn’t go slow. It’s just as fast and furious as it was beneath the bleachers. Our skin slaps together with the force of his thrusts.
Through it all, he keeps his thumb on my clit, rubbing up and down. His thumb moves slowly at first, distracting me a little from the perfect friction building inside me. But then he starts to speed up. And something coils so quickly and tightly inside me that I might burst.
I can’t stay still beneath him. My body moves by instinct alone, matching his rhythm, meeting his thrusts.
“I won’t last long,” he admits. “All your teasing keeps me on the edge. Need to come inside you again.”
Tossing my head back, I let his words tip me over the edge. I cry out as my body locks down on his. He doesn’t stop or slow down. If anything, Mr. Walker speeds up. The friction sends my climax even higher. So high that I feel the windows rattle with the desperate sounds I’m making.
He thrusts one last time. So hard that it jolts me up the bed. Then he stills. We watch each other, panting as we both feel him spurt and empty inside me. When things finally settle down, I tell him, “I’m not on birth control.”
Deep inside me, his erection flexes, and one last burst of heat spreads inside me. He looks down as he gently pulls free. His semen spills from me, dripping down onto the bed.
“Still pink,” he says. “If I fill you with cum often enough, you’ll barely make it to your graduation.”
My inner muscles clamp down around nothing, sending more semen onto the mattress. With a dark chuckle, Mr. Walker presses some back inside me with a finger.
“I guess we’ll see how long it takes. The more you tease me, the more I’ll fill you up.”
I can already think of ten ways to push him into losing control again. With my plans, I’ll have him inside me again before today’s over.