Make Me Bad: Private Lessons

by Vega, W. H.

  “No, it’s great.” She steps into my living room, clutching at her black purse.

  “Want to put that down?” I motion to the bag.

  “Oh, right. Sure.” She pulls the bag off, and unbuttons her long black coat. She slides the coat off and drapes it over my couch, resting her purse on top.

  I’m standing a few feet behind her, staring at her. She’s dressed in dark-wash skinny jeans, with thigh-high riding boots. The boots would be too much if they were black, but they’re brown, and it’s incredibly sexy and understated. She’s wearing a loose sheer white top, and I can make out a lace-trimmed camisole beneath it.

  I’m so screwed.

  “I’m surprised you came.” I can’t help but say.

  “I’m surprised I came too. But I told you last night. I don’t want to stay away from you.”

  Yes, she did tell me that last night.

  “Don’t you think that you’re a little young to be speaking so boldly?” I ask softly, moving carefully towards her.

  “I’m not that young at all.”

  “You are to me.”

  She shrugs. “Not my problem.”

  Oh, she’s toying with me now.

  “I think you’re messing with me.”

  She raises her eyebrows. “And what if I am?”

  “Haven’t you been taught to respect your elders?” I am mere inches from her now, and my hand slides to her arm.

  “I don’t think you’d like me as much if I were being respectful.” she teases.

  And then, to my complete shock, she drops to her knees in the middle of my living room floor, and begins to unbutton my pants.

  “What are you doing?” I gasp.

  “Something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” she murmurs, looking up at me through her lashes.

  My cock hardens.

  “Still want me to be respectful?” she breathes, freeing my cock and taking it in her hands.

  “No.” I choke, “Disrespect me.”

  She laughs softly, and then takes me into her mouth. Christ, she feels incredible. She slides her tongue up and down my shaft, gently kneading my balls in her palm, before giving ample attention to the head of my cock.

  “Fuck.” I hiss through my teeth, my hand instinctively fisting in her thick hair. I can feel her smile against me as she continues to slide her mouth up and down my shaft.

  It feels incredible.

  “Take me deeper.” I instruct and she pauses for only a minute. “Push me back deep in your throat.” I explain.

  She nods, sliding her silky mouth back up to my tip, before taking me all into her mouth and pushing me back far into her throat.

  “Yes!” I groan. She does it again and again, until I know I’m close to exploding.

  “Stop. I’m going to come.”

  “Come for me.”

  I exhale sharply and lose control, bursting in her mouth, jerking and spurting into her throat.

  She swallows as I empty myself into her mouth. I can’t help but gasp as she drains me dry and I’m still in shock as she pulls back and wipes at her mouth.

  Her eyes are full of uncertainty. “Did you like it?” She’s gone from sexy hellcat, to insecure ingénue in a matter of seconds.

  “I can hardly breathe.” I pant. “Isn’t that clear evidence?”

  Unsure, she bites her lip and gets off her knees to face me.

  I reach down and quickly pull my pants back up. I grab Madison’s hand and drag her to the couch and pull her down with me.

  “Why are you here?” I ask.

  “Because I want to be here. Because I’m – I’m attracted to you.” She looks down at her hands, clearly embarrassed.

  “You’re embarrassed to tell me that you’re attracted to me, yet you show up here and suck me off with such zeal I blow my load in a matter of minutes.”

  She gasps at my language, covering her face with her hands. “Oh my god.” she moans, “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

  I pull her hands from her face, dying to kiss her.

  “Which way is it Madison? You’re either ashamed to be here with me, or you enjoy being here and you want to fuck me.”

  She balks again at my blunt language, but I don’t care. I know she’s young, but I’m not going to play games. She either wants to be here to start a sexual relationship with me or she doesn’t. Judging from the mind-blowing blowjob she just gave me, I’m guessing that she wants to be here.

  “I want to be here.” she says in a small voice, “I’ve just never done anything like this before.”

  “And I believe you. That’s okay. We’re in this together. But there’s no need to come here and feel ashamed. It’s just us here. No walls, no one watching us. We can be who we want to be, do what we want to do. I’m certainly not going to judge you.”

  “Thank you,” she whispers.

  “Is that what you want?” I press, “Are you here because you want me physically? Or are you here for something else?”

  She flushes red. “Physical.”

  “Good. That’s what I want to.” I stand up, taking her hand, and lead her back to my bedroom. “No one can know about us.” I murmur, gently pushing her down on my bed. “I could lose my job. It could wreck my career.” I slowly slide her shirt off, exposing the skimpy camisole that is underneath.

  She nods, closing her eyes as I undress her.

  “It could ruin you.” I add. “It could wreck your chances at a career, not to mention the trouble this would probably cause your parents.” I slide each of her boots off, carnal desire boiling up inside of me and threatening to spill over before I’ve even undressed her completely. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes. I understand...and Luc, you can call me Maddie...” Her voice is just a whisper.

  “Good.” I undo her jeans, and pull them off, admiring the lacy white panties she’s wearing. Yes, Madison Evans is a good girl who needs a healthy dose of sexual awakening.

  I kick off my pants and slide onto the bed next to her. My hand trails across the silk of her panties.

  “Now tell me where you learned to suck cock like that.”

  She looks at me wide-eyed. “What do you mean?”

  “That was one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever had. And to be perfectly honest, I’ve had a lot.” I can see that I’ve embarrassed her again. Oh well. “So who taught you how to do that?”

  “No one taught me.” she stammers, “I haven’t done it that many times. I just kind of let instinct take over. I told you. I've really been wanting to do that.”

  “So, you just did that out of instinct?”

  “Yes, pretty much.” She moans softly, as my fingers slide along the crease between her thighs.

  “Tell me,” I murmur, “how many college boys have you put into that dirty little mouth of yours?”

  “Why? It’s not that many.”

  “Tell me.”

  “Four.”

  “Four?”

  “Yes, four.” she says louder. “I’ve gone down on four guys.”

  I find that hard to believe. Four guys? Fuck, she’s just a baby.

  “Did they tell you what to do? How they liked it? What they wanted?”

  She squirms on the bed, partly from the conversation, and partly from my touch. I’m now rubbing her clit through her underwear.

  “Not really. They just said things like ‘faster’ or ‘don’t stop.’ ’’ she pants.

  “So, nothing specific? No guidance?” I tease small circles around her clit.

  “No.” she pants. “It’s not like they were giving me a damn lesson...”

  I slide my hand inside her underwear, and she arches her back and moans.

  “Is that what you want?” I ask, “A lesson? Because I’d be happy to teach you.”

  “Yes.” she moans, “Teach me. I liked how you told me to go deeper. I didn’t realize I should do that.”

  “Oh, Madison,” I say darkly, “I’m going to teach you well.”

  Ch
apter Eight

  Madison

  I’m out of my mind as Luc begins to fulfill my every fantasy. He’s finally stopped asking me questions about my sexual past, or lack thereof, and is now busy focusing on my body.

  I can barely breathe as he slides my underwear down, leaving me in only my skimpy cami. His hands graze my skin, touching me everywhere except where I’m dying to be touched, and he seems to enjoy teasing me. When his hands finally touch my sex, I can’t help but cry out.

  This is so different than any partner I’ve ever had.

  “So eager.” he murmurs, his breath hot on my skin.

  God I've never been this wet before...

  His fingers glide through my folds, moving easily through my wetness, caressing and rubbing me tenderly. He slips two fingers inside me, swirling them around before he begins to push them in and out as he lowers his mouth between my thighs.

  Oh. My. God.

  My thighs tremble around him, and I buck against the bed, delirious with my need for him. His tongue is everywhere, exploring every forbidden inch of me, and the sensation is only heightened by the skill of his hands.

  “Has anyone ever touched you this way?” he breathes.

  “No...”

  My brain screams, my vision is swimming, no one has ever taken this kind of time with me, or focused so much attention on this part of my body. The phrase Wham, Bam, Thank you, Ma’am comes to mind—that pretty much sums up any of my previous sexual experience.

  Clawing at the sheets, I moan loudly and freely, knowing there is no one around to hear us.

  “Luc.” my voice quivers. I’m so fucking close...

  He reads my mind. “Come for me, Maddie.”

  He pleasures my sex with his tongue, moving in long, lush strokes, before thrusting his tongue inside of me, pushing in and out and then slowly down my perineum, licking me where no one ever has before. He increases the speed and pressure of his thumb rubbing on my clit, while he licks hungrily from my pussy to my ass in long deliberate strokes...and then I fall apart.

  I’m falling, spinning out of control and my mind goes blissfully blank as the pleasure consumes me. It starts between my legs, and then spreads throughout my body, until I’m reduced to nothing more than physical sensations and cries of pleasure.

  When the quivering finally stops, and my breathing begins to return to normal, I find Luc lying next to me, starting intently as I struggle to open my eyelids.

  “You enjoy it so much,” he remarks.

  “Of course. How could I not?”

  “I love watching you. You’re so into the experience.”

  I prop myself up on one elbow and look at him. “Are you telling me that other people, you’ve – you know – been with, haven’t been into that?”

  How could someone not be into that? That was literally the best twenty minutes of my life and the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. In this moment, I feel like I would follow Luc to the ends of the Earth if it meant he would continue doing that to me forever.

  Luc chuckles as if I’m missing some kind of a joke. “Let’s just say not all women are as eager and into it as you are.”

  I turn red, embarrassed. “Is it weird that I was so excited?”

  “No, no, no.” he says softly, reaching out to reassure me. “That’s not what I meant at all. I loved that you responded that way. It’s just different being with someone as young as you are. You’re so much freer is all...”

  I begin to feel very self-conscious. I’m not exactly sure what he means, and I still feel like I'm missing something, but I let it slide. I'm feeling too damn good, and I want to enjoy my sexual high.

  “I didn’t mean to offend you. Sometimes I say stupid things. I can be awkward at times.”

  I look over at Luc and think that he is anything but awkward. He seems so worldly and experienced, not to mention mysterious. He symbolizes everything that I’m not.

  “What would your parents say if they knew you were here?” he husks, his hand moving across the fabric of my camisole.

  “My parents? Really? That’s a good way to kill the mood.” I fix him with a deliberate stare. Were we really going to talk about my parents while both of us are pant-less and lying in his bed?

  “I’m not trying to kill the mood. I just want to know what they would think.”

  I sigh loudly, blowing at a piece of hair that’s fallen in my face. “They would freak out, okay? They would probably lose their minds. Why? Do you plan on calling them and telling them that you just went down on their daughter?”

  He blinks at my language, clearly surprised.

  “No.”

  “All right, well let’s not talk about them. I’m their only daughter. My father would probably show up outside your apartment with a shotgun.” I bite my lip. “And he’s not a shotgun kind of guy.” I add.

  Luc laughs softly. “You’re funny.”

  “I’m glad I amuse you.”

  “You are amusing. You’re sassier than I pegged you for.” He quiets for a moment, and his mood changes. I can feel it. He’s become darker, more pensive. “Life hasn’t worn you down yet.” He pauses for a beat. “You haven’t experienced any real hurt yet, have you?”

  I’m uncomfortable again. The mood has gone from light to heavy, and I feel the age gap between us. I’m not really sure what he means. I guess he’s right that I haven’t had any real hurt, but his comment is presumptuous.

  “Real hurt?” I repeat, trying to sound mature.

  “Oh, I’m not holding it against you. Just making an observation. You’re lucky. Sometimes people your age have experienced things that age them too quickly. You know – they’ve lost a parent, or been through some kind of awful ordeal.”

  I think about my mother immediately. It’s only come up a few times, but I know she went through something terrible when she was fifteen involving my granddaddy’s friends. She didn’t speak to my granddaddy for a long time, and apparently it was my father who helped her get her life back on track. I think she was really sad and depressed for a long, long time and I know she never thought that she would ever get married or have kids.

  “I’ve been through a couple bad break ups, but I guess you’re right. I’m not jaded yet.”

  He laughs again. “Do you find me jaded?”

  “Is that a trick question? I don’t know. Are you jaded? You’re mysterious, that’s for sure. You’re kind of dark—no offense—but in a brooding kind of way. Sometimes you seem really happy, but then you kind of slip back inside yourself again and retreat.”

  He leans back to stare at me. “You’ve observed all that about me?”

  I shrug. “I just pick up on things. I’ve probably been studying you more than I’d like to admit.”

  “You seem to know me better than I’d like to admit.”

  Hmm. So I guess I've figured Luc out pretty well. I'm kind of proud of myself.

  “I guess I am jaded,” he offers, after a long pause.

  “Why do you think that is?”

  “Oh, Madison.” he sighs. Usually I don’t like when people use my full name, because it sounds so formal, but I like when Luc uses it. “That’s another story for another time. Or should I say, multiple stories? No need to air my dirty laundry.” He nuzzles against my chest, his hand sliding under my camisole. “Besides, I have other ideas for what we can do with our time. No need to bore you with my depressing life stories.”

  And how can I argue with that?

  He slides my shirt up, and I lift my arms so he can pull it off. He makes a sound deep in his throat when he sees my demi-cup bra, and he swiftly unhooks it and pulls it off.

  Luc looks at me like I’m some kind of Holy Grail he’s been searching for. It’s flattering and frightening at the same time; he seems so in awe of my body. He yanks his shirt over his head and then he’s before me in all his glory.

  I drink him in as if I'm looking at him for the first time. I can savor him this time, and there’s no article of clothing covering
up any beautiful inch of him. He isn’t beefy and muscular, but instead, trim and strong in all the right places. His body is powerful in a way I can’t describe.

  He focuses on my breasts; taking them into his mouth and sucking on them with unbridled desire...he's definitely a boob man. I writhe under him, wrapping my legs around him, and trailing my nails down his back. I can’t get enough of him, and I wildly grasp at his body. I’m still so aroused, so turned on.

  I grip him in my hands, pulling him in long strokes and I feel him grow even harder in my grasp.

  “Wait.” he chokes, and he stumbles off me and quickly returns with a foil wrapper. He quickly unwraps the condom and rolls it down the length of his cock.

  “Is this what you want?” he asks, toying with me.

  “Yes. I want it.”

  He grips himself by the shaft and hovers above me, enjoying himself.

  “Please.” I beg.

  Ever so carefully, he enters me, sliding in with painstaking slowness. He’s showing me that he’s in control. He pushes inside me with shallow thrusts, making me moan wantonly.

  Oh my gosh, I’ve never made sounds like this before.

  I grab at his ass, trying to pull him deeper inside me, wanting all of him. I need to feel all of him...

  At last, he gives me what I want, thrusting deep inside me with such force that I cry out with mingled pain and surprise. He begins to move inside me with a combination of slow shallow thrusts and long, deep thrusts. I give myself over to him, pushing my hips up and meeting his thrusts as he grinds against my clit.

  Nothing else exists besides Luc and I in this moment. It’s not as frenzied as our encounter in the bathroom, but it’s hotter, more passionate and more intimate. Luc guides me into multiple positions and I don’t resist as he pulls me on top of him, and then spins me around so I’m riding him in reverse.

  He pushes me down to my hands and knees, entering me from behind as he squeezes my breasts and I drop down to my elbows, which instantly makes the penetration deeper.