“So close,” I whispered a warning, my head going back, and his tongue traced fast, furious and ecstatic circles around my clit. “Oh, now, now, now!” I was coming, the force of my orgasm threatening to send me shuddering off the bathroom counter, my belly trembling with it, my thighs quivering under his hands as I bucked against his mouth. I didn’t even have time to recover before he was standing, leaning in and kissing me so I could taste myself on his tongue.
“Fuck me.” I reached down and grabbed his cock, aiming it for my pussy.
“Please, fuck me.”
He groaned, sliding me down off the counter and turning me around. He bent me over the surface, pushing my skirt up and yanking my panties roughly down to my knees. His cock was sliding into me before I knew what was happening, pressing deep and pulling back fast before shoving in again right away.
“Oh!” I cried as he grabbed my hips, working the length of his cock between my legs, burying himself to the hilt. The jolt of it sent me ramming into the counter, each thrust making my whole body quiver. And still, I wanted more. I squeezed myself around him, reaching between my legs to rub my aching clit.
“Oh Jesus,” he whispered as my muscles clamped down on him. My breasts were swaying under me as he drove forward, and I put my hand on the mirror to balance myself, watching his face change, become more tense and strained, the sound of our breathing filling the room.
“Oh god, yes, Mr. Nolan!” I moaned, my clit beginning to throb, my belly tight, something coiled there, ready to spring. “Fuck me, do it hard!”
“Shhhhh,” he urged, glancing at the door, but not stopping, his cock filling me completely, again and again, spreading my wet, pink lips and sinking deep into the tight tunnel of my flesh. “Have to be quiet, baby.”
“It’s so hard!” I pressed back against the saddle of his hips, working my clit faster. “I want it so much.”
“Oh god,” he groaned, squeezing my hips and bucking hard. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come!”
“Wait.” I pulled him out of me and whirled around to squat in front of him, my panties around my ankles and my skirt still up to my waist. “Come in my mouth.”
I rubbed my clit fast as I took his cock in my hand, milking the length and sucking the tip. He growled, grabbing the back of my head and thrusting hard, shooting a white hot blast of cum deep into my throat. My instinct was to gasp, but I knew I would choke, so instead I started to swallow, the taste of him sending me over, too, my body shuddering with the delicious heat of an orgasm for the second time in ten minutes. When he was spent, he pulled me up and kissed me again, his tongue soft and exploring now. We were both still breathless and panting.
“What have you done to me?” He looked down at my panties still around my ankles. “I can’t stop… I just can’t stop.”
“Then don’t stop.” I kissed his cheek.
I pulled my panties up, turning to tug my t-shirt down, straightening and smoothing. I noticed my handprint right in the center of the mirror. Mr. Nolan was tucking and zipping, watching me.
“I’ll go first.” He grabbed me to him and kissed me again. “Are you spending the night again tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He smiled and his look made me want to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Meet you in the theater.”
The door closed behind him and I locked it, going back to the sink and washing my hands. I don’t want Erica to suspect anything, I thought, picking up my soda that was still sitting on the counter. Closing my eyes, I took a shaky breath and unlocked the door, walking on unsteady legs back into the theater to where my best friend and her dad were waiting.
CHAPTER TEN
“I’m staying over! I don’t care what you say!” I hissed into the phone, peeking around the corner into the living room where Erica and her dad were sitting on the couch watching John Carpenter’s Vampires. Erica had her face buried against his shoulder, clutching his shirt, and I just knew I was missing a good part.
My mother sighed. “You haven’t been home on a weekend for a month, now! I don’t like how much time you’re spending over there lately.”
“But—”
She interrupted me, using her fed-up tone. “Leah, come home! Your senior project is over. There’s no reason for you to be there all weekend. You stayed last night. You can come home tonight.”
“Fine,” I said coldly. “We’re watching a movie. I’ll be home at midnight.” I hung up without saying goodbye, glaring at the phone as I set it back in the cradle, daring it to ring, but it didn’t.
When I joined them on the couch, I slid into the spot on the other side of Mr. Nolan.
“Problems?” He frowned at me.
I shrugged. “She wants me home tonight.”
“Aww!” Erica pouted. “We were gonna go to IHOP in the morning for waffles!”
“Don’t rub it in.” I picked at imaginary lint on my jeans. “I’ll just come over in the morning.”
Mr. Nolan’s hand moved over mine, squeezing briefly before letting go.
“I’m sure your mother just misses you.”
“I guess.” I shrugged again and curled my feet under me, pretending to watch the movie, but I couldn’t concentrate. All day, I had thought about nothing else but how I was going to sneak into Mr. Nolan’s room tonight after Erica was asleep, and now my own mother had foiled my plans!
“I’m gonna make popcorn.” I got up. “Want some?”
Mr. Nolan’s eyes met mine. “I’ll help you.”
“And leave me here alone!?” Erica gulped. “Hello! Vampires!”
“They won’t bite you.” I grinned from the doorway. “They’re not into fast food.”
“Bitch!” She laughed, throwing a pillow at me. I caught it and stuck my tongue out at her, throwing it back.
“Okay, girls!” Mr. Nolan pushed me towards the kitchen. “Erica, just call me if it gets too scary.”
“Fine.” She grumbled, drawing her knees up to her chin and tucking her feet in close to her body. “But hurry up!”
I was already opening the cupboard, stretching up to get the popcorn from the top shelf, when I felt him press me into the counter, pulling my hair aside so he could kiss my neck and shoulder.
He nuzzled my ear. “I want you so bad, I can’t stand it.” The words made me melt and I turned in his arms, my lips meeting his, our mouths soft, wet heat as our tongues met. His thigh pressed hard between my legs and I squeezed it, wishing I was wearing a skirt again so he could touch me. I rocked my clit back and forth over the seam of my jeans as I rubbed my pussy against his leg.
“I want to stay the night,” I whispered into his ear, pouting, feeling his hands moving behind me, under my shirt, touching skin.
“I know.” He squeezed me close with a sigh. His hand slipped under the waistband of my jeans, tugging at my panties. “I want you to.”
“I can’t stand not being with you.” I reached between us and rubbed my hand over the bulge in his crotch. There was too much fabric separating us and I strained against it.
“I know, I know.” He drew a shaky breath and then kissed me again, squeezing my ass as I rubbed my hand between his legs, creating a delicious friction.
“Hurry, you guys!” Erica called and I jumped, we both did, moving quickly apart.
“Popcorn,” he said, as if reminding us both, and I grabbed the Orville Redenbacher container while he plugged the air-popper in.
“Where’s the butter?” I asked in front of the open fridge as he poured seeds into the top of the machine.
He reached his arm around me, opening a little door on the side. “In here.” I caught his arm, taking the butter and turning his hand up to kiss it. He watched me, his eyes following the path my tongue started to make-little circles over his palm, then tracing up toward the soft pads of his fingers. His face looked pained when I took his index finger into my mouth and sucked it gently, rolling my tongue around the tip.