“I’m not letting your ass out of detention unless you make your teacher cum. Take it all up that hot pussy and sit in it until we get home.”
She groans, long and throaty, when hearing what I want her to do. We’ve not dabbled too much in dirty talk, but I’m finding she responds very well to it.
Her eyebrows furrow slightly, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Then, like a clever fox, she plots her next move by pulling my head back and licking up the base of my neck, nipping at my Adam’s apple, and dragging it up to my ear.
“Grease for the next time, huh?”
My ears are about to burst when she laps me on the dirty talk track. With that said, her hands fall out of my hair, clasping onto my shoulder and shoving herself down with violent force. She alternates between slamming on my cock and grinding into it. The combination works perfectly, causing my balls to tingle with anticipation.
“Yes.”
My fingers caress her bare sides, warming the icy cold skin and feeling her muscles tense and relax with each thrust.
“Take it all, Izzy, every drop.”
She answers me by increasing her pace, speeding up her movements until she’s riding me like a wild horse. Her moans grow louder, punctuating the silence of the forest as she continues to grind against me. Even with her mouth inches from mine, I’ve given up trying to kiss her. Instead, watching her completely enthralled and enjoying herself on my cock.
When her pussy clenches, her body tightens, and her hands dig into my shoulders, I know she’s peaking. Her lips fight between ecstasy and satisfaction until she slams her mouth onto mine. Her tongue shoves into my mouth with hot insistency, forcing her to swallow the screaming of my name, which accompanies the creaming of my cock.
My dick strains for release, my balls are on fire from holding back, and the second her body slacks, I burst into her. I love coming simultaneously, but I want to feel hers first this time. Feel that hot juice soak my cock and drip out of her onto my skin.
Despite her body sagging onto my thrusting hips, her mouth doesn’t surrender, forcing me to take her tongue and nearly smothering me.
A shared control.
It’s fucking awesome.
I clasp her waist tighter, pushing up into her as my release continues to pump out of me. The intensity drains my energy until I’m almost as limp as her.
Only then does she rip her mouth from mine, leaving us both panting in the chilly air.
The world, having faded away when we were fucking comes back to life with the hooting of an owl overhead. With my arms still pressed into her flesh and steam rising from our heat, I know I’ll remember this forever. She doesn’t stir or move and is content to stay joined and connected in this way.
“Do you remember the first day you came to class and I asked you to leave?”
Her words are clear in tone but muffled against my jacket.
“As if I could forget. And let me correct you, you threw me out.”
I chuckle. Little does she know, I often think about that day. It could have gone a million different ways, but it had to be that way in order for us to be here, doing this.
“Hardly.” She snorts in the most unladylike fashion. “I thought you were tall, dark, and handsome. So did your fan club.”
Fan club?
My hands slide up to her arms, pushing her out long enough to see her face, mostly hidden in the dark with the moon ducked behind some cloud cover.
“What fan club? This is the first I’ve heard about it.”
She giggles, shrugs, and burrows back into my chest. Long seconds pass, a contented silence forming between us while I’m still mulling over that she was attracted to me on day one.
She has a great poker face.
Shit, poker demeanor.
I would have never known.
“A few girls in the front row. They watched you all semester,” she confesses finally.
