Page 19 of Be Your Anything
Part of me feels like an idiot. Where is this coming from? I’m almost sure she’s going to burst into giggles at how ridiculous I sound.
Lennon plays along, though, not giving even a little hint that she doesn’t like the direction this is going.
“But Mr. Pearson,” she replies, her big eyes wide open, imploring me to listen to her. “I’m so sorry. Can’t you let me go? Just this once?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think so, Ms. Day. Do you think that would be fair?”
She sighs, looking to the left and to the right, and for a minute, I think our little game is over. No harm, no foul. Totally innocent. But then her gaze comes back to me, and I know. I can tell.
The game is not over.
“Isn’t there anything I can…do?” she asks, her hand reaching out, a single, manicured fingertip tracing down the center of my chest. “I promise to be a good girl. I’ll do anything.”
And then that finger reaches the bottom of my shirt, slips underneath, and skims a small patch of skin just above the top of my pants.
I’m instantly hard.
Clearing my throat, I reach past her to the door handle and open it, nudging her backwards into the classroom. “Well, maybe we can think of something.”
We enter the dark room, only the lights from the outside event illuminating bits and pieces of the space. Posters on the walls, an array of desks organized into rows.
Lennon walks straight to the front, turns, and shifts until she’s leaning enticingly against the desk that belongs to the teacher.
“Like I said,” she continues, “I’ll do anything, but please don’t get me into trouble, Mr. Pearson. My parents will kill me if I get into any more trouble.”
I walk towards her, my strides long but my pace slow. There’s a brief moment when a warning sign flashes in my mind, telling me I’m doing something wrong, urging me to turn back now.
But I shove it aside, because I’mnotdoing anything wrong. Being with Lennon right now? Fuck, nothing has ever felt so right.
And then I’m standing in front of her, wondering what I should do to progress this to something else, the next thing. My mind goes blank, unsure of what to say.
Lennon takes the lead, her confidence in this game like a drug that’s being pumped straight into my veins.
She slowly spreads her legs then grips the desk between her thighs, the action pushing her arms against her tits so they plump up just a bit more.
My mouth goes dry.
“So what should we do…Mr. Pearson?”
The way she asks, her voice pitched low, her face angled down, her eyes peering up at me…I feel nothing but lust and desire, and before I know it, I’m stepping between her legs and yanking her towards me.
Our mouths connect, already open, my tongue licking into her without any preamble. The taste of her consumes me as our tongues twist and we explore each other, a kiss full of passion and pent-up desire and a young Lucas who’s finally getting the thing he always wanted.
Her hands are greedy, grabbing my button-up—which I foolishly paired with swim trunks in a style that screams frat boy—and moving down the line, unbuttoning one after the other.
I don’t understand her patience, my need to consume her making me feel crazed and on the verge of insanity, my entire body vibrating with a need to move as quickly as possible.
Reaching for her somewhat see-through cover-up and yanking it off of her in one swoop, I leave her in nothing but the little bathing suit that seems to cover just enough to pique my imagination.
“Ms. Day,” I whisper into her ear as my hands trace along the strings at her hips, “what would your mother say if she knew you were wearing something so revealing?”
I twist my fingers into one of the strings and give it a tug, feeling the fabric give as if it’s been waiting for me to yank it apart.
“She’d call me easy,” Lennon replies, her mouth next to my ear and her hands slowly pushing my shirt off of my shoulders, her fingers trailing delicately along my skin, goose bumps rising in their wake. “She’d tell me no boys will like me if I’m always showing off the goods.”
Just as my hand takes hold of the string at the nape of her neck, she leans back, effectively pulling the cord herself. Her top falls down as she plants her hands on the desk behind her, baring her breasts for me. She’s quite the sight to behold, and I allow myself a moment to take her in.
Smooth tan skin, sexy chocolate locks in thick waves around her shoulders, pert nipples with little triangles around them where the skin is just a slightly lighter color.
