School Fling Anthology: Class Is in Session

by Jessica Wood

  “Don’t stop, it feels good,” I gasped at him.

  “You like me spanking you in your parents’ bedroom?” He grinned at me, and I nodded, unable to say anything or think about anything other than his hands on me. “Do you like being a bad girl, Maddie? Is this what you’ve been wanting, to be with a bad boy like me?”

  My eyes widened as he slapped me again. He slipped his hands between my legs, and this time his fingers pressed into my wetness. I thought I was going to come at his light touch.

  “Have you been waiting on me all night? Hoping you could be a bad girl? Hoping that the bad boy would come and give you a good spanking?” His voice grew louder as he spanked my ass lightly and rubbed in between my legs. I felt myself growing wetter and I groaned. “Or do you want me to stop?” He started to move his hand and my body cried out for me to stop him.

  “No.” I shook my head and clenched my legs, trapping his hand in between my legs. He wiggled his fingers against me and I moaned as he slipped two fingers inside of me. “Oh my …” I gasped as he played with me. “Don’t stop.” I begged him as he withdrew his fingers right as I felt my orgasm reaching a climax.

  “Don’t stop what?” He leaned back onto the bed and I turned around so that I was lying on top of him. I looked down at him and grinned before pulling my top off. He gasped as I leaned down and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans down.

  “Take your top off.” I laughed at his surprised expression. Two could play this game. I dropped his pants on the floor and moved up so I was straddling him, his boxer shorts the only barrier between my sensitive mound and his pulsing erection. He stared up at me, taking in my nakedness, and I brushed my nipples against his mouth, moving back quickly as he tried to take one into his mouth.

  “Take off your top first.”

  “Do you want me to spank you again?” he questioned as he pulled his shirt off. I stared down at his chest and ran my hands up and down his abs, trying to avoid staring at his scar. It had obviously made him self-conscious earlier and I didn’t want to do that again. Though I wondered how he had gotten it. Had he been in a fight and someone had pulled out a knife? Or had he tried to rob a house and gotten cut on some broken glass? I ran my fingers over it thoughtfully, and he pulled me up to him quickly, rolling me over so I was on my back and he was in top of me. I opened my legs and wrapped them around his waist, and his mouth came crushing down on mine. I felt his chest crush against my breasts as his tongue sought out mine, our lips pressing against each other’s urgently. I ran my hand through his hair and I felt his hand run down the side of my body, grabbing my leg and pulling me more tightly around him. I felt his hardness twitching against me through his boxers and I started moving back and forth slowly so I could feel him rubbing me up and down.

  Logan gasped against my lips, as I increased my pace and he started moving his hips, rubbing against me harder and harder. I felt the tip of him against me and realized he must have slipped out of his boxer shorts. He was at my entryway so I reached up and grabbed his ass and pushed him into me so I could feel him inside me. He shook his head and laughed as he shifted slightly. I no longer felt him against me and I moaned in exasperation. My brain felt dazed with lust and I opened my eyes to see why he hadn’t taken me.

  “It’s not going to be that easy,” he whispered against my lips. “I told you that by the end of the night, I’m going to have you screaming my name, begging me to take you.”

  “I want you to take me now,” I gasped and ran my hands down his body until I held his erection in my hands. “Take me now, Logan.”

  “Not yet.” He shook his head. “Why ruin the fun?”

  “I want you inside of me.”

  “You’ve had me inside of you.”

  “I want you inside of me again, now.” I tugged at his hair. “Please.”

  “Have you ever fucked on your parents’ bed before?”

  “No,” I moaned, needing to feel him inside of me.

  “How does it feel?”

  “Naughty.” I blinked up at him. “Like I’m a bad girl.”

  “You are a bad girl.” He laughed, and his mouth found my breast.

  “Well, you’re a bad boy.”

  “What would your dad say if he knew what you were doing?” He bit down on my nipple. “What would he say if he walked in right now and saw you naked on his bed, with Logan Martelli sucking on your nipples?”

  “He wouldn’t like it,” I gasped as he suckled on my other nipple and bit down hard. “Ooh, that feels... oooh!” I cried out as he slipped two fingers inside of me as he continued sucking.

  “What would he think if he saw me bringing you to an orgasm with my fingers?” He whispered in my ear. “His little girl being pleasured by the bad boy of River Valley?” My eyes shot open at the sound of venom in his voice, and I squirmed, slightly uncomfortable. Why did he keep mentioning my dad?

  “I don’t… oh my God,” I screamed in ecstasy as Logan kissed down my body and his tongue replaced his fingers. “Oh my, Logan, ooh, don’t stop.” I grabbed his head and bucked under him as his tongue slipped in and out of me. “Please don’t stop, I’m going to come.” His hands grabbed hold of my hips and pushed my legs open even wider as he devoured me with his tongue and sucked on me. I felt my body tremble as my climax built up and then explode into a million pieces as I felt myself orgasm underneath him. Logan continued to lick me up after I had finished coming. I closed my eyes and lay there, delighting in the feelings that were still coursing through my body. Logan finally stopped and I felt his lips kiss up my body and stop on my mouth. His tongue traced over my lips and his hands grabbed mine and he pulled them above my head.

  “Open your eyes,” he commanded me and I opened them slowly, feeling slightly shy at what had just happened. “Did you like that?”

  “Yes.” I grinned up at him, thrilled at the look of desire in his eyes. As I stared up at him, I felt like I had known him for a million years, not just one day.

  “Do you let every guy do this to you right away?” His eyes darkened and he looked at me furiously as if jealous.

  “No, of course not.”

  “Then why me?” His grip tightened and he looked down at me. “You don’t strike me as a girl who turns to a life of crime and winds up in my bed all in one day, just because.”

  “We’re not in your bed,” I replied impishly.

  “What?” He looked at me in confusion, then his eyes sparkled as he got my comment. “Your mouth is going to get you in trouble, Maddie Wright.”

  “I’d rather trouble were to get into me.” I winked at him and wiggled underneath him.

  “You’d rather trouble get …” he burst out laughing as he realization dawned on him. “You are a bad girl, aren’t you?”

  “Only recently,” I answered honestly. “But, I suppose my whole life has been building up to this moment.” And being with you, I thought to myself. My whole life has been the opening to this main act. But I didn’t voice my thoughts. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to know that at first sight I had known that we were destined to be together. That I would do anything to be with him.

  “Your whole life, huh?” He stilled and rolled away from me. “You’ve been watching too many romance movies, Maddie. This doesn’t end in happily ever after.”

  “Who says?” I rolled over and looked at him, hurt.

  “What part of this makes you think of happily ever after?” His fingers trailed down the valley between my breasts. “You’re just a goodtime girl to me.”

  “Maybe you’re just a goodtime boy to me.” I tried to disguise the pain in my voice as best as I could. “Maybe I just want to be fucked by the baddest boy in town.”

  “Well, you already got your wish then, didn’t you?” His voice was harsh.

  “You’re an asshole.” I stared at him with hate. I didn’t understand why he was so hurtful to me. There were times I felt he was just role-playing with me, and yet there were times I knew he was del
iberately trying to hurt me.

  “I never said I wasn’t.”

  “You can leave.” I rolled away from him, and closed my eyes. This had all been a mistake. I should have just left well enough alone. I hadn’t intended for all of this to go down. I had just wanted to meet him and to get to know him, but everything had just spiraled out of control. I had acted wanton, crazy, and desperate, and now he had no respect for me. He probably considered me some sort of rich-girl whore.

  “I haven’t fucked you yet.” He grabbed ahold of me and turned me around. His eyes surveyed my face, and I saw a glimpse of indecision in his glance before he pulled me towards him and held me in his arms. “Don’t cry,” he whispered against my hair.

  “I’m not crying,” I whispered against his chest, tears welling up in my eyes. I didn’t know why I was so emotional. He was right; I was living in some sort of fairytale in my mind. And now I didn’t know how to feel, and I didn’t know how to tell him that I’d had a crush on him for years. He wouldn’t understand and would definitely think I was a psycho then. A real psycho. I felt his hands running up and down my back and I bit into his chest, wanting to taste him, wanting to eat him, wanting to consume and be consumed. I needed this man. It didn’t matter how long it lasted.

  “What are you doing to me, Maddie?” Logan swore and pulled away from me. “I better go.”

  “No.” I shook my head and held on to him tighter. “I don’t want you to go.”

  “I need to go.” He looked at me and I could see that he was wrestling between two emotions. I just couldn’t tell what those emotions were. “I’m sorry I threw gravel at your door, I shouldn’t have done that.”

  “What, is Logan Martelli apologizing to me for something?” I gave him a small smile, trying to break the tension between us.

  “We shouldn’t be here.” His eyes were dark as he looked around the room.

  “Don’t you want me to pleasure you again, Logan?” I leaned over and bit his lower lip. I didn’t want him to leave.

  “Why did you come to find me tonight?”

  I shook my head, not wanting to tell him about my secret crush. I knew he didn’t do relationships and I didn’t want him to know how serious I had been with my comments about us falling in love and getting married.

  “How did you know I would be at the pier?”

  I sighed and looked away from him for a second. “I guess I’ll tell you. I don’t want you to think I’m a stalker.”

  “Tell me.” He stared at me, unblinking.

  “Joey Kennedy told me.” I said the words I had been told to say and ran my hands down his arms and he froze.

  “You know Joey Kennedy?”

  “Yeah, we were friends in elementary school.” I shrugged. “I guess he knows one of your brothers and they…” Logan’s lips stopped my words, and he nibbled on my lower lip as his fingers went down to my sweet spot and explored again.

  “Shhhh.” His eyes blazed into mine, as he sat up and pulled his boxer shorts all the way off and threw them on the ground. “I think I’ll stay. We don’t want to waste this king-sized bed, do we?”

  “No,” I mouthed up at him, and I gasped as he slid into me, hard and deep. His eyes never broke away from mine as he thrust into me, and I cried out as he then pulled out and rubbed the tip of himself against me. “Please,” I moaned as I gazed up at him, panting.

  “Please what?”

  “Put it back in.”

  “What?” He smiled down at me, and his green irises looked black.

  “Please put it back in me,” I moaned and reached up to pull him down to me.

  “What?”

  “Fuck me, Logan,” I whimpered.

  “What? I can’t hear you.”

  “Fuck me, Logan!” I screamed up at him.

  He smiled and cocked his ear. “What?”

  “Fuck me, Logan Martelli!” I screamed so loudly that I swore the neighbors could hear me.

  “Okay.” He lowered himself onto me. He lifted my legs and pulled them over his shoulder and then entered me again. Sliding into me slowly this time, I groaned as every fiber of my being clung to him.

  “Keep your eyes open,” he commanded, and I stared up at him as his hardness pleasured me to my very core. He increased his pace, and before I knew it, he was slamming into me with no control, I could feel his balls slapping onto me as he took me without abandon. He held onto my legs and I felt his body shuddering as he came close to climaxing. I could see the sweat rolling down his chest and I wanted to lick it off of him.

  “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.” His voice was hoarse as he pulled out. I felt the warmth of his climax on my lower belly.

  “You didn’t have to pull out, I told you already I’m on the pill,” I moaned as he collapsed next to me on the bed.

  “Shhh.” He looked at me unseeing and took a deep breath. I felt his fingers in my hair and he combed through it softly. “You’ve got beautiful hair.”

  “Thank you,” I said softly and curled into him.

  “You’re a fool, Maddie Wright,” he whispered, and I wondered how he had read my mind.

  “You’re a fool too, Logan Martelli,” I whispered into his chest, but he was silent. We lay there for a few minutes, and I felt him shift beside me. He rolled me over onto my back again and lifted my arms above my head. His grip was tight on my arms as he straddled me. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I looked up at him in confusion. He was no longer smiling and I stared up at him, with my heart thudding in fear. What was going on?

  “Tell me why Joey sent you to track me down.” He looked down at me with hard eyes. “Tell me why he sent you to fuck me. What does he want from me? And what does he have on you, to turn you into some sort of slut?”

  I stared up at him in wide eyes, unsure of what to say. I’d never seen anyone so calm and controlled with such murderous eyes before. I swallowed hard and as I gazed up at him. I had no idea what I was going to say. There was no way I could tell him the truth.

  Chapter Five

  Logan

  I stared down at Maddie’s face furiously. Just when I had been willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, she had mentioned Joey. I felt murderous inside when she mentioned his name. Joey Kennedy was a snake, and as far as I was concerned, so was anyone who had dealings with him. I laughed bitterly as I stared down into Maddie’s wide eyes. To think, I had almost felt guilty that I was going to fuck her in her father’s bedroom as some sort of perverse revenge. For all I knew, she wanted this to happen. For all I knew, she had cameras taping the whole thing.

  “Tell me what Joey wanted you to do,” I growled down at her, trying to ignore the feelings of lust that filled me as I stared down at her body. Her eyes looked up at me unsure, and their purple hues called out to me like the siren that she was. I should have known not to trust her. She was too confident and too vulnerable, all at the same time. She was evil, just like her father. She wanted something from me, and I needed to find out what. “What’s the game plan, Maddie?” I felt her try to move her arms and I laughed down at her. “You can’t move. Trust me on that.”

  “I don’t understand what you want me to say, Logan.” She bit her lower lip, and I saw the worry in her eyes. And there was something else there, apprehension, and fear. There was a real fear in her eyes, and as I realized that I was the one who had put it there, I let go of her and moved away, jumping off the bed. I didn’t mess around with women, and I didn’t harm them. I had never harmed a woman, and I wouldn’t start now. I reached down and grabbed my boxer shorts and pulled them on quickly.

  “What’s going on?” She sat up, confused. “Where are you going?”

  “I’m leaving. I never should have come here.” I shook my head. “It was a mistake.”

  “You’re really confusing me, Logan. Why did you come here?” She stood up and I stared at her breasts, forcing myself to keep my hands to myself.

  “I don’t know.” I shook my head and looked away from her. If I couldn’t stop s
taring at her, I was going to bend her over the bed and fuck her again. But only after she begged me. I grinned to myself, there was something about hearing a woman beg me to fuck her that turned me on.

  “You mentioned my dad.” She frowned. “Do you know my dad?” She looked at me carefully. “Are you mad at me because of my dad?” She licked her delicious, juicy lips, and I stood still. “You got mad after I mentioned my dad was the mayor. And you said you wanted to speak to him when you got here.” She paused. “And you wanted to sleep with me in this room.”

  I stared at her, unspeaking. To be honest, I was surprised it had taken her this long to connect the dots.

  “And you said, ‘What would your dad say if he saw us fucking on his bed?’”

  “I don’t believe I ever used those exact words.” I smiled at her and she glared at me.

  “What sort of sick fuck are you, Logan Martelli?” She shuddered and grabbed her shorts and top and pulled them on.

  “You didn’t have any problems with me earlier.”

  “I didn’t realize you were sick in the head.” She shook her head. “I just thought you were misunderstood.”

  “Misunderstood?” I burst out laughing. “You thought I was misunderstood?”

  “I thought that maybe you weren’t as bad as everyone said.” She frowned and shook her head violently. “I’m a fool.”

  “Did you think you were the good girl who was going to fix the misunderstood bad boy?” I took her in and realized I was right. “So what did Joey have to do with it?”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” she screamed at me, and I stepped back in surprise. “Do you think everyone is after you? You’re the big, bad wolf and everyone is tracking you down, is that it? My dad, Joey, me, fuck, everyone in River Valley is obsessed with you?”

  “I never said your dad was after me.” I walked over to her, and she pulled away from me, her eyes shooting darts at me.

  “Don’t touch me.”

  “Really?” I cocked my head and moved closer to her but stopped before our bodies were touching.