Page 67 of Teach Me a Lesson


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It’s a big one, starting from the base of my spine. “Open your eyes now, Gorgeous. Fuck. Look at you,” he says, and I snap my eyes open and moan an inhuman sound.

“Elias,” I choke, and suddenly I’m airborne and on my back, my ass hanging off the edge of the couch. Elias is on his knees on the floor, his phone now capturing where he’s slamming into me.

“My turn,” he hisses. “I love watching you like this, watching my big dick stretch you out. I love fucking you so hard I make your tits bounce.” He shoves his pointer and middle fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, making sure to film his fingers getting wet, capturing my moan as I wrap my tongue around the rough skin. “You make the prettiest little noises.” He moves his fingers down to my nipples to twist. “You’re gonna make me come, Mia. You’re the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen. Your pussy has no business being this good.”

The cadence of his hips gets a little rougher, more erratic. I look into the camera one last time, feeling like a goddess. “Fill me up,” I whisper, and Elias loses it, unleashing, phone forgotten on the couch next to me. I don’t come again, but I don’t care, because this feeling is just as good, like I’m floating away, like I’m the queen of the fucking universe. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he buries his face in my neck with a shout.

“Shit,” he’s moaning against my skin, thrusting deep, hard. “Fuck.” He collapses on top of me, and I feel his heart hammering into my chest. I tighten my hold, squeezing as hard as I can, feeling awash with… feelings. Warmth, security. Like hot chocolate on a chilly day.

“One more thing,” Elias says suddenly. He paws around on the couch next to me and finds his phone, now angling it to where he’s pulling out of me. “Bear down and push my come out.” He moves back and focuses the phone on my pussy. I try and push weird muscles I’m not sure I have complete control of, but I feel his come drip out of me. “Good girl,” he whispers. “That’s right, get it all over the couch. I want to think of this moment every time I sit right here.”

He taps the phone, a noise indicating he’s stopped filming, then throws it aside. Then he picks me up, lies down lengthwise on the couch and drapes my body on top of his, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my face, my neck. “Thank you for that,” he whispers.

“That was for me,” I tell him.

“For both of us,” he sighs. “Thank you.”

I snuggle in further and clamp my mouth shut so I don’t utter this thing that I’m feeling inside.

“ONE, TWO, THREE,” Emmanuel screams.

“EYES ON ME!” the bar screams back.

“THREE, TWO, ONE!”

“DOWN AND DONE!”

The bar is silent as PS 2 staff take their shots. We’re at Tim’s, the dive a few blocks from our school, our regular Friday happy hour haunt.

Georgia eyes Elias. “You think you’re better than us or something?”

Elias laughs after sipping his water. “Can’t drink. Gotta work. I have to leave for the gym in a second. I have two sessions tonight.”

“That’s… surprisingly responsible of you,” Georgia says, impressed.

Elias’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t say anything.

I squeeze Elias’s arm in reassurance, then lean over him to place my empty shot glass on the bar. He resumes playing with my hair, twirling it around his fingers. I don’t know if he realizes he’s doing it, but I’m not going to stop him. I feel like a contented cat again, snuggling into his side. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer, kissing the top of my head.

The third-grade team eyes us in silence.

“Fuckyou two!” Georgia finally yells.

I rear back, shocked.

Emmanuel cackles with glee, bouncing on his toes and clapping his hands. “You each owe me twenty dollars and one of your preps,” he tells Georgia and Tamika.

They groan.

“The fuck? How you manage to call it every time?” Tamika says, digging her wallet out of her backpack.

“What the fuck, guys?” Georgia yells at me and Elias, outraged. “That escalated far too quickly.”

Elias looks far too smug for someone who demanded ‘just sex’ just a few weeks ago.

“We’re just friends-with-benefits. Lifelong-friends-with-benefits,” I tell slashremindeveryone standing around me.

Everyone scoffs.