by Madison Faye
“Not that you need to work out. I mean, those arms, Oliver! What do you do? Crossfit?”
I take him even deeper, sucking on him so wetly as I stoke his shaft. He’s mine, not hers. My bobbing lips move faster, quietly slurping up and down his thick cock as I tease him with my tongue. His hands try and push me away again, but at this point, I think he knows it’s a futile gesture.
I can taste my own pussy on his head, from when he was teasing me with it before that bitch just barged right in. I moan quietly, stroking his cock with one hand, I bring the other one up to cup his full, heavy balls. Oliver clenches, and his hand under the desk no longer tries to push me away. Instead, he pushes it into my hair and tangles it there, giving me a thrill as I start to suck and bob even harder.
“I… uh, no,” he grunts. “No Crossfit, I just lift.”
“Well, it’s certainly working for you. Listen, Oliver, why don’t you pack it in? It’s late, and we can go grab that drink I keep asking you about.”
“What about the gym?”
She giggles, and I imagine her waving her hand flirtatiously, which only fuels me as I start to go to town on his cock.
“Oh, it can wait. Come on! The bar on first floor of my building has fantastic cocktails. You know that.”
Oliver grunts, clearing his throat.
“Maybe another time, Kelly,” he hisses, his cock swelling so big between my lips as his hand tangles in my hair. His hips move—barely, and basically undetectable from the other side of the desk, but the thrill of him fucking my little mouth has my pussy so wet that I can feel it trickling down my thighs.
Ms. Lyne is silent for a moment, but when she talks, her flirty tone is gone.
“Okay,” she says testily, “I mean, we had that drink before, when you first started at Winchester.”
Green, envious rage burns through me, and I pull away from him, scowling at the thought of Oliver meeting up with the gorgeous and sultry Ms. Lyne for a drink, at the freaking bar in her goddamn building. Them doing other things besides having a drink together seeps into my mind like poison, and my scowl deepens. But then, that possessive feeling comes roaring back into me, and without another poisonous thought, I drop my mouth back down onto his cock.
“Oliver are you… I mean,” Ms. Lyne sighs deeply. “Do you date men, Oliver?”
I almost laugh around his cock.
“Excuse me?” he growls.
“Oliver, I’m telling you I want you to take me out for a drink. I’m inviting you to come hang out in my very building. Most of the male staff here would trip over themselves at the opportunity.”
I arch a brow as I pull away to tongue at Oliver’s head.
What a bitch, I think to myself before I sink my mouth back over Professor Bard’s big cock.
“I’m not gay, if that’s what you’re asking, Kelly,” he growls. “I just don’t mix work and play, that’s all.”
“I see,” Ms. Lyne says testily.
“And you’re technically my boss. I don’t know how appropriate—”
“Forget it, Oliver,” she hisses under her breath, and I hear her stand from the desk.
“Enjoy grading your paper,” she mutters.
“Enjoy the gym, Kelly.”
I listen, my mouth still bobbing up and down his pulsing, thick cock, as Ms. Lyne walks towards the door. It opens, and she pauses.
“Oh, and Oliver, one more thing. I expect those mid-term evaluations on my desk first thing on Monday.”
My fingers tease over his swollen balls as I kiss his head, and he just groans, hand tightening in my hair as Ms. Lyne slams the door behind her.
Oliver immediately growls, pushing his chair back and dropping his fierce gaze to me, sitting there on my knees suckling his fat cock.
“You fucking tease,” he groans as I pull away, biting my lip and looking up at him.
The green jealous fire from before is almost gone, but it’s still there a little, burning fiercely in my chest. I chew at my lip as I look at him coolly.
“Did you guys go out?”
He frowns. “What?”
“You and Kelly.”
Oliver snorts, a small grin teasing the corners of his mouth.
“No, we did not. I had a drink with her when I first started, and that’s it.”
“At the bar in same building she lives in?”
I can hear the testy, jealous tone in my voice, and I know how lame it is, but I can’t stop. Oliver just smiles though, his eyes holding mine as he strokes my hair with his big hand.
“Just a drink, baby girl,” he purrs. “Trust me.”
He eyes me, that sly smile still teasing his lips.
“I think I like you with that jealous glint in your eyes, you know.”
I pout at him,
“She’s pretty.”
“She’s a pale imitation,” he grunts. “Of you.”
I can’t stop the smile that creeps over my lips, and I blush as I look down.
“You’re just saying that because your cock is in my hands.”
Oliver chuckles darkly. “No, I’m not. Come here, sweetness.”
He goes to pull me up into his lap, but I shake my head, not moving from my knees between his legs.
“Uh-uh,” I purr teasingly. “Not yet.”
I lean in, wetting my lips and planting little kisses over his swollen cock as Oliver groans in pleasure.
“Kelly is not my type, Anastasia.”
“Not barely legal?”
He groans as I suck his head back between my lips, his jaw clenching as I slurp wetly on him.
“She too old for you?”
He arches a brow. “She’s my age, you know.”
“Exactly.”
My lips slide back around him, and he groans as he throws his head back, his hand cupping my face.
“Am I doing okay?” I say softly.
He groans, his jaw clenching as his eyes burn into me.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses, sending a thrill through me as I swirl my tongue around his crown.
“You almost made me come in front of my fucking boss.”
I giggle.
“I should have.”
I lean back in, swiping up the underside of him with my tongue. And when I watch how he reacts to me teasing him like this, it’s like a power rushing through me, seeing the control I can have over this big, powerful, older man.
“Is this how you like it?” I purr, suckling on his crown and licking the tip of him in slow swirls.
Oliver growls lowly, nodding, his eyes full of lust as he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt. He pulls it off, his muscles and his ink rippling, and I moan as I suck him harder and try to fit more of him into my mouth.
Something naughty, and filthy, and slutty burns to life inside of me, urging me on and making my head swim. I moan deeply, looking up at him as I tongue the head of his cock.
“Or is it that yesterday, me sucking your big cock like this with my warm, wet little mouth would’ve been illegal?”
Oliver groans deeply, his cock swelling between my lips as his hands slide back to my hair.
“Fucking hell, Anastasia,” he growls, grabbing my pigtails as I moan around his cock.
“Do you like my young, wet mouth on your cock, sir?” I purr. I know I’m laying it on thick, but the fantasy and the wrongness of it all is like a drug, fueling me on and making me want to be his perfect little tease. His eager, willing bad girl.
“Do you like me making your big, grown up cock feel so good?”
“Jesus, Ana,” he grunts, his face red and his eyes wild. His abs clench and ripple as his cock pulses between my lips, and I start to suck him harder.
“Get up here,” he growls, moving to pull me into his lap again.
But I just shake my head and mumble “uh-uh” around his cock.
“You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up, baby girl,” he hisses.
“Good,” I whisper, making him groan as I swallow his cock into the
back of my throat. I moan deeply as I wantonly and brazenly suck and slurp at his fat cock, bobbing my swollen, pouty lips up and down as I stroke his shaft and tease his balls. Oliver groans, gripping the armrest of the chair in an iron grip with one hand, and guiding me up and down his achingly hard cock with the other.
“I want to taste your cum, sir,” I moan eagerly as I slide my mouth back down his glistening shaft, sucking him deep.
“Fuck, Ana,” he groans, his hips flexing and his cock swelling up so freaking big in my mouth as I eagerly suck on him.
“You want my cum, baby girl? You want me to fill this naughty, bratty mouth with my fucking cum?”
I moan, my entire body on fire as I whimper and look up at him with lust-hooded eyes and nod. I push down as deep as I can go on his big, fat cock, and when my tongue swirls over the underside of him, I feel him pulse in my mouth.
And suddenly, he’s coming.
I whimper, sucking on him and jerking his shaft as he starts to flood my mouth with hot, sticky cum. He grunts, his hand tight in my hair as he pumps rope after sticky-sweet rope of hot cum across my tongue until he’s filled my mouth entirely with him. I moan eagerly, swallowing his cum and shivering in ecstasy at the utter wrongness of what we just did.
…And at how much I liked it.
He stops coming, and I stay right there, sucking him gently as he pulses once more between my lips. I pull away, and suddenly, he’s tugging me into his lap, my legs spread around his as he kisses me fiercely.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, kissing me slowly.
I blush as I kiss him back, grinding against his lap as I feel the underside of his cock press against my pussy, and I whimper.
“You’re still so hard,” I gasp incredulously as I feel his very hard, very thick, very eager cock pulse against me.
“Always for you,” he growls, kissing me slow and deep as he starts to pull me down to grind on that perfect, big dick.
“I’m always hard for you.”
6
Oliver
This is insane. I know it is, and the voice in my head keeps screaming it, but I just keep tamping it down and shoving it aside. Because insane or not, there’s no stopping this, and the longer I kiss her, and the longer I hold her, and feel the heat in her lips as she moans into me, the more I know that.
Technically legal or not, I know I could lose everything because of this. But the thing is, for her, I would. I’d give it all up for her, willingly.
I know people could and might call this creepy, or predatory. But I know in my heart it isn’t. She’s young, yes, but there’s an agelessness to her soul. It’s the knowledge that I’d be head over heels for Anastasia no matter her age, not because of it. That’s the difference between what I feel for her and creepiness. I won’t deny that the wrongness of her age versus mine gets me hard as stone. But I’m not obsessed with her because of it. She could twenty-five, or my age, or fucking ten years older than me, and I know damn well that I’d still be under her spell.
She whimpers as I stand, lifting her with my hands on that sweet ass of hers before I sit her down on the edge of my desk. I groan into her lips, kissing her with everything I have as I slide her shirt and bra off entirely. Our bodies move together, and the feel of her puffy pink nipples dragging over my chest has me groaning for more. I move between her legs. She opens them willingly, moaning eagerly as she feels my thickness brush against her bare little cunt.
“I’m going to take you now,” I growl softly into her lips. “I’m going to make you mine.”
She moans, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me fiercely. Her hands slide down my back, around over my sides and up over my muscled chest as she coos into my lips.
“Last chance to stop, angel,” I say softly.
Anastasia pulls away, frowning, her brow worried.
“I mean it, Ana. This is done the second you say so. I fucking want you, but I’m sure as fuck not going to force you to—”
“You’re not,” she whispers fiercely, kissing me.
“You might regret this.”
“I won’t,” she hisses. “Will you?”
I shake my head, my eyes locked on hers. “Fuck no.”
She whimpers as our lips come together, her mouth opening so willingly for my tongue as we groan into each other.
“But you need to know, if you want, this is done, now. No repercussions. We go right back to being student and teacher.”
She swallows, chewing on her lip before she lets her tongue dart across it.
“But… but sir,” she whispers with this sultry tone to her voice. “Won’t my grades suffer?”
I frown. “What?”
“If—if I say no,” she purrs out, this little edge of heat to her voice. “Won’t I fail?”
My jaw tightens. “Jesus Christ, Ana. Do you seriously—”
And then I see it—the impish grin, the sly look on her face. The fire in her eyes.
Little. Fucking. Tease.
She wants this—she wants to play this game, and she’s eager for it.
…Two can play it.
“Yes,” I snarl, my soft tone fading away as my eyes burn into hers
“You’re damn right you’ll fail,” I hiss.
She whimpers, panting, her eyes blazing with lust.
“But—but sir, I’m a virgin!”
I groan.
“Not after me you won’t be,” I growl. “You want to pass my class?”
“I—I already sucked your cock, sir!”
God help me.
“That was to pass,” I groan, pushing her legs apart as I slide between them, my thick cock brushing over her thighs.
“You want an A?”
She whimpers. “Yes, sir.”
“Then you’re going to give me everything.”
Anastasia moans, losing herself in this fantasy. And fuck, it’s so wrong, but God help me, I am too.
“Spread your legs, you little fucking tease,” I snarl. “Show me how wet that naughty little cunt is. Show me how bad you want my cock.”
“Please,” she moans, panting her fingers dragging over my chest as she pants eagerly. I spread her legs wide, skimming my fingers high up her thighs until she’s mewling in frustration for me to touch her pussy.
…But I can tease too.
“Touch yourself,” I groan. “Show me.”
Anastasia blushes. “Ol—sir—”
“Touch your pussy,” I groan, stepping away and moving to sit in my chair.
Anastasia whimpers, nodding, her face full of lust, her eyes locked on mine, and her hands sliding down her body. I watch, groaning as she spreads her legs, her fingers sliding down to brush through her dewy lips.
I growl, stroking my cock as I watch her, and she moans wildly.
“Oh fuck…” she gasps quietly, whimpering as she touches her pussy. She’s so fucking wet she’s glistening, and her soft little cunt looks so goddamn inviting—so soft and pink and pouty. Swollen with her lust.
Ana moans again as her fingers start to roll her clit. I groan, stroking myself as I watch her—legs apart, blonde pigtails, plaid skirt still around her waist, and those fucking knee-highs. She’s the school girl fantasy—the pretty little tease.
And she’s all mine.
I can’t hold back as I watch her touch her pussy, moaning so sweetly as she does. I pull my chair close to her, leaning in, and when my tongue drags over her lips as she teases her clit, Ana shudders in ecstasy and moans wildly. I start to shallowly fuck her with my tongue, my hands gripping the backs of her knees and spreading her legs wide apart. She moans louder and louder, her fingers rubbing her clit as I tongue her pussy, until suddenly, she bucks against my face and cries out in pleasure as a climax thunders through her.
She moans, panting for air as I lick and kiss and bite my way up her body, teasing my way higher, over her tummy and her breast, where I taste those sweet little pink nipples before moving higher. I pull her legs wide apart and move b
etween them, wrapping them around my muscled waist as my lips crush to hers. My swollen cock head brushes against her opening, and I nudge forward with my hips, letting the fat crown settle between her petal soft lips.
“Sir,” she moans breathlessly.
“Ana,” I groan back into her lips.
I pull away, and when our eyes lock, the playful fantasy drops away for a second until it’s just the real her and the real me eye to eye.
“Take me,” she moans softly, her lips brushing mine.
“Make me yours.”
She rocks her hips against me, and without another moment’s hesitation, I push forward. My thick head squeezes into her tight, slippery little cunt, and I groan in pleasure as her slick heat envelopes me. She coos and whimpers into my lips, clinging to me, her body tightening as I slowly come up against her virginity.
“Ana—”
“Do it,” she moans. “Make me yours.”
I thrust, and my big cock pushes through the last of her virginity. She cries out, clinging to me and dropping her mouth to my shoulder, biting me. I just hold myself there, my cock throbbing at the feel of her as I let her get used to the size of me. My mouth finds hers, and I kiss her slow and softly, letting every single ounce of my lust for her pour into that kiss. And slowly, I start to push.
My cock slides into her slick, dripping wet heat, and I groan in pleasure as her velvety soft walls swallow my thickness. Ana cries out, her arms and legs wrapped tight around me and her moans of pleasure filling my ears.
“There we go,” I groan. “Just like that, baby girl. Let me inside this perfect, pretty little pussy.”
I ease more of me into her, grunting at how damn tight she is. Her legs pull me in deeper and her moans urging me on. Our lips sear together, tongues swirling as I sink inch after thick, throbbing, pulsing inch of my bare cock deep in her heavenly little pussy. And I keep on going, filling her until finally, I can feel my balls rest against her lips.
“Oliver,” she moans softly into my mouth, and when I kiss her this time, it’s with every single part of me.
I stay like that, buried to the hilt in her tight, perfect little pussy, letting her get used to the feel of me. She moans, and when she starts to move her hips, panting into my mouth, I know she’s ready.