Page 5 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

“Gotta have a taste.” He grunts and slides me back on the counter so he can brace his arms on either side of my hips. Then his head ducks, and his mouth slides over my pussy. His tongue is on my bare skin, and now I’m the one grunting because, oh my God, why didn’t anyone tell me it felt this good?

All this time, I thought sex was something stupid people did instead of studying.

Now I know those people were fucking smart, and I’m the dummy for not doing this before. A grown man’s tongue sliding through my folds? “More,” I whine.

“You want my fingers?” He shifts his position to bring his fingers to where his cock had just been. And yes, yes, yes, I want that now.

“Please,” I pant. “Yes, fingers. Put them in me.”

He presses against my hole, where I’ve rubbed before, to no significant effect, and it pinches a little. “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.” He presses his face, wet from my pussy juice, into my thigh, kissing me there as he pulses one finger back and forth just inside me.

It feels so good and not enough at the same time. “More, Sebastian,” I whisper, the sounds we’re making bouncing off the cold tile walls. “Deeper.”

“I can’t get any deeper, sweetheart,” he murmurs, rising to kiss me full on the mouth.

I taste myself on his lips, and I drag in a ragged breath. I smell myself, too. I’m all over his face.

“We gotta warm you up more. No way you’ll take my cock. You always this tight? Your sweet little pussy is fucking perfect, though. I’ll take all the time in the world to get you ready.”

“Just do it.” My heart is beating a mile a minute. “I think you just have to push it in, and then it’ll be okay.”

He stills his hand, his fingertip just inside my pussy, his thumb on my clit. “You think?”

My thighs shake as I try to tug him closer. I reach for his cock, still wrapped in the condom. His erection throbs against my fingers, but he doesn’t let me bring it any closer to my aching hole.

He grips my chin with his free hand, making me look at him as he rolls his thumb slowly over my clit again. “Lily, are you a virgin?”

Chapter 2

Sebastian

Her sweet face tightens as she thinks about lying to me. Then she rakes her teeth over her luscious lower lip, blinks slowly, and nods.

A reluctant admission from a wannabe sexpot.

The desperate, horny side of me wants to give in and take her virginity here in a truck stop bathroom, but the rest of me wins out. I cannot do that.

I drop my hand from her chin and wrap my fingers around hers so we’re both holding my still-hard cock. Which is even fucking harder now because, Jesus Christ, she’s gorgeous and so perfectly willing. There’s something about the irony of her being just as needy right now as I am.

It’s been too long since the last time I burned off some energy like this.

Correction. There has never been an opportunity like this.

Lily is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to make someone else’s first time absolutely perfect, a gift I would cherish so fucking much for the rest of my life.

I wantthat, too.

But not here. Not in a truck stop washroom.

I think of the time. Could I get her to a hotel room and take the time to do it right before the clock strikes midnight?

Probably not.

And then she whispers two words that undo me. “Don’t stop.”

She wants this. She wants me, and I find I can’t say no to her.

“I’m going to make you feel good.” I groan against her skin. “I just can’t take your virginity. It wouldn’t be right. We’ll have another chance.”

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