Page 75 of Hard Lessons
She kept her innocent doe eyes on mine for a moment. “I think I do.”
“Then roll over. Even if it hurts, I’m sure you’ll still like it,” I assured her.
She rolled onto her stomach, her breathing heavy, and a slight tremble coursing through her small body.
“Arms up, hands together.”
She lifted her arms above her head and laced her fingers together. I moved to straddle her legs and bent forward, running my tongue over the back of her thigh and along her ass.
I stopped and nipped at her skin, making her jerk and yelp. My hands moved up to cup her cheeks. I massaged them as I kissed my way across her lower back. Every time I parted her cheeks, I could hear the smacking sound of the arousal leaking from her pussy.
I pulled away quickly, leaning over to open the top drawer on the bedside table. I pulled out a tie and used it to tie her hands together, then to tie them to the headboard.
“Get up on your knees.”
She complied as I took the wooden ruler out of the drawer.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I ordered, smacking her ass with the thin ruler.
She gasped and spread wider.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmured as I got into position behind her. I put my knees between hers.
“Now, let’s see how many inches you can take this way.” I smacked her ass, and she moaned as she started to lower herself. I held my cock in place, and once she was close enough, I lifted and thrusted into her, suddenly and without warning. Out of reaction, she gasped and shot up, but I grabbed her hips and didn’t allow her to pull away.
“Oh my God, Elliot. Please… Please go slow. It hurts?—”
“Shh, Evie. Take all of me, baby.” I thrust into her again, and she whimpered loudly.
I stuck my finger into her mouth as I fucked her. Once it was good and wet, I removed it from her mouth only to insert it into her ass. She cried out at the intrusion.
I fucked both holes while my free hand rubbed at her clit. She was moaning, whimpering, and panting. She was so overwhelmed by every move I made that she couldn’t tell me to stop or beg me to continue. All she could do was accept it and hold on for dear life. I knew I was being a little rough, but the reaction I was getting told me she liked it.
I felt her tightening around me, pushing me closer to the edge. My release started to build, but I planned on holding it back as long as I could. That was until she shattered, and her release came raining down over both of us. Having her come soak me and the bed was the last nudge I needed. I fell. I grabbed her hips and I thrust into her over and over, draining myself of every drop until I couldn’t move another muscle.
When I pulled out of her, she fell forward. I reached up and untied her from the headboard, then I grabbed her hip and rolled her over. I didn’t mess with untying her hands, and she didn’t seem bothered by it. We were both too far gone to think clearly. After several minutes of rest, our breathing returned to normal.
“I should go use the restroom and clean up,” she said, looking at me with her green, lust-filled eyes.
“You’re not going anywhere.” I pushed her legs apart and watched as my come ran from her pussy down over her puckered asshole. “There’s no point in cleaning when you’re just going to get messy again.” I reached forward and covered my finger in the come that was dripping out of her. Then I pushed it into her ass.
A gasp filled my ears, but I was already leaning in, running my tongue over her folds and sucking my come from betweenher swollen lips. When I said I wanted her wrapped around me all night long, that’s exactly what I meant, and I wasn’t going to let her go until I had my fill.
EVELYN
It had been about a month since Elliot and I had started seeing each other on a regular basis. We said we’d move into a relationship slowly, but we jumped in headfirst. It was like neither of us knew how to move slowly. We collided into one another like two asteroids barreling toward the same planet. When we crashed into one another, the impact was significant enough to change not only us, but the world around us.
I still met him in his office. He still bent me over his desk and fucked into my body with wild abandon.
The excitement of possibly getting caught was still alive and strong, but the force that pulled us together was growing stronger. I knew I was in love, but I didn’t know how to say the words to him. Maybe I was afraid he didn’t feel the same, but everything he did seemed to scream he loved me too.
Eventually, it got to the point where I stayed at his place more than my own. I kept a few items there: an extra toothbrush so I didn’t have to pack mine back and forth, a few clothing items just in case I forgot to pack something, and the teddy bear that my dad gave me before he passed away. I couldn’t sleep without it unless I were utterly exhausted.
We were about six weeks in when he gave me a key, so that I could let myself in if I beat him home. He had been to my apartment a couple of times, too, but he didn’t like to take the risk of going there since my friends or brother could drop by at any time and catch us in a compromising position. But that was okay by me. I liked his place better anyway. I had a tiny apartment that was barely big enough to move around in. His was much bigger and nicer, plus he had better water pressure and a fridge that he kept fully stocked.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I was happy with my life. School was great, and my grades were as high as ever. My friendships stayed strong, and my nights were no longer lonely. I didn’t think about my dead parents as much. I didn’t think about how I was a burden to my older brother, who stepped up to take care of me when I didn’t have anyone else. And I had Elliot, the boy I’d fallen for when I was still just a kid. I didn’t want things to end, even though that voice that was always in the back of my head was telling me I wasn’t good enough for a guy like him.
When I arrived at his apartment, I rode the elevator up to the eighth floor and then walked down the quiet hallway to his door. I knew that he wouldn’t be home for another hour or so, as he had a few meetings that other students had requested. I thought I had to work that evening, but once I arrived at the restaurant, I realized that the shift had been overfilled, so I volunteered to go home, wanting as much time with Elliot as I could get. Instead of going all the way home to turn around and come back an hour later, I figured I’d put my key to good use and let myself in.
